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It began to swell fast and he will be a semi-invalid for several days. The evening ended with more beer in the Cabin and to bed about 1 AM. So this is business! I did write Rudy a long letter about the Portland Terminal test, so all in all, I put in a full day for the Company. But what a place to be on a business trip! I wired my location home and felt better about that.

Masanacook, Me.
Saturday, July 8,1939
This morning I took a row in the burning sun and continued to put on a burn gradually this time. Spent considerable time writing in the Journal too, plus wandering around and chatting with people on the porch. It is a lazy life and a good one for a couple of days. Although physically this place is perhaps nicer in many ways than Shanty Shane, it lacks that certain intangible something that Shanty Shane has; I wouldn't swap. I think of course, it is the people, not only those who run it but also the guests. The people are not up to the Shanty Shane standard, and then again there are so few of them. In fact there are so few guests - about a dozen now - that they call on the college girl waitresses - Ruth, her sister Genevieve, and Margaret - to fill in at any dances, boat rides, etc.

This afternoon I had a swim with Beck, a shy, rather effeminate fellow from New York who is here alone and wants to be a good fellow but just can't seem to. Some think he is Jewish.

This evening Miss Foster organized a Bingo party at the Cabin which was fun at first but became quite a bore after a while and finally ended about 10 PM. Among those playing were a Mr. and Mrs. Imler and their three adolescent boys. He is a big hairy, swarthy rather handsome man about 50 who works for Standard