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The evening was quite a large one. Neil arrived about 8:30 and he was soon made a part of the gang. We drank beer in the "speakeasy" and danced to the "Seeburg" in the little dance pavilion adjacent, "Beer Barrel Polka" and all. Ruth and Genevieve Hawkins, the waitresses joined in this although neither would drink anything more potent than Coca Cola. Ruth, my waitress, and a senior at Bates at Lewiston, taught me the "promenade two-step" and we had a lot of fun. Ruth is rather a pretty girl, well made, of English-Canadian parents, and has as beautiful skin as I've seen in many a moon - soft and light like satin. But she won't say anything but wise cracks - and yet she seems smart as a whip too. Cliff and I escorted Ruth and Genevieve over to their cottage about midnight - the moon was hanging low over the lake and the forest and the sky a blazing myriad of stars - all Ruth would say was, "Isn't it perty." In the meantime Neil and Miss Foster were putting on a midnight swimming party of their own. We got to bed about 1 AM and the weekend was officially over.

Maranacook, Me.
Monday, July 10,1939
We hopped off for Augusta this morning and spent the day there and in Gardiner looking over the switcher job, handled by a 54 ton 0-6-0 because of the rickety wooden trestle going up the "mountain" to Hollingworth-Whitney Paper Co. at Gardiner. It looks like a possibility for one of these small locomotives although the "mountain" run of 2 miles of 2% grade or better makes it rather tough. We tramped in rain and in sunshine and returned to Maranacook late in the afternoon ready to relax.