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him look like a hindu fortune teller. Under the influence of two stiff Tom Collins, he and I did a [[underlined]] solo [[/underlined]] dance for the assembled crowd. We didn't win any prizes but Bab and Rog in costumes entirely improvised by themselves were given a prize which thrilled Rog particularly beyond words. They make a good looking pair anyhow and seem to come in for a lot of attention - but Bab continues to play a lone hand and won't associate with anyone her own age. There aren't any boys here Rog's age but he seems to enjoy himself and he and Bab are together a lot. Then we do quite a bit with them and every afternoon they spend a couple of hours in the water. So I think they are having a good time. Basin Harbor, Vt. Saturday, Aug. 10, 1940. Commodore Taft and I went out and shot 9 holes of golf this morning - our first of the season. I stepped up on the first tee before a crowd and laid my first drive 200 yds. down the center of the fairway to my surprise, satisfaction and extreme pleasure. Wound up with a 55 which I though pretty good under the circumstances. A couple of congenial Tom Collins afterward put the finishing touches on a nice morning. This afternoon the Commodore and I visited Vergennes for some shopping and found where we could get some horseshoes but didn't take time to get them. We did get time for a couple of ales at the 153 year old tavern and a conversation with a young, handsome, well spoken officer en route to the army maneuvers at Potsdam where Roy Goggins now is. I admire the Commodore his ability to get acquainted