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Shot a few horseshoes with Nelson and fumed generally at the inactivity. Taft returned late in the afternoon and he, Pertsch and I made a flying trip to Vergennes for a couple ales before reporting at the Brants for cocktails at 5:30 PM.

This Brant is a very Hebrewish looking fellow and talks a lot about all the things he has and the places he's been. I don't think he's a Jew - that wouldn't bother me anyhow, but I don't like his manner. He's an art dealer in New York and talks a lot about "the south of France", London clothes, Florida, etc. He's not a "real guy" like Pertsch. Mrs. Brant is a rather pretty delicate little dark haired thing who also is a little on the affected side, I thought. They have a baby 18 months old, a girl they call "Sandy", a nurse for Sandy, a Lincoln Zephyr, and airs. I would bet a lot they haven't had money long. People who act that way never have. However, they seem to want to be friendly and I'm probably a bum to be so critical.

After the two ales at Vergennes and two hefty highballs at Brants, I arrived at the Barbecue walking on air. We didn't tarry long either, having lined up for Tafts. Pertsches Cratons and children to go to Vergennes to see Bette Davis and Charles Boyer in "All This and Heaven too", a harrowing tale of the Duke and Duchess du Praslin and their children's governess - murder, injustice, suicide, etc. It was crowded and Taft, Pertsch and I sat together, I next to the Commodore, who was terribly bored and tried to cheer himself up by frequent cryptic remarks about the picture.