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I got back to Cedar Rest just about as the Tafts and Pertsches were due to arrive but was ready when they came. Pertsches were first and Tafts came in later from a trip to see Peg. In Burlington the Commodore hired an 8mm projector so we arranged for a showing of the Shanty Shane movies (I had brought with us) this evening at Tafts and invited the Whitneys. Mrs. W. couldn't come because she was going to Vergennes to see "All This and Heaven Too" but he seized the excuse to dodge ATAHT and accepted the invitation. While we were drinking at our cottage, the British transatlantic flying boat "Clare" flew over us en route from Montreal to New York. The war still seems near because we get the New York papers every morning and read of the German aerial attacks on Britain every day now with hundreds of planes but so far the British seem to be holding their own and turning the Nazis back with terrific losses.

The Shanty Shane movie exhibit was quite a success in spite of the weak Eastman projector and afterward to the accompaniment of a few "balls", as Pertsch calls them, Whitney got the crowd in stitches recounting a trip they once made to Maine. They discovered their cottage was a "woodshed with a toilet in the living room" and they declined to remain going on to another place where the only available accomodations was a "tent", which they finally hired. The first night in the tent, they heard a noise outside and upon investigation, Whitney discovered a porcupine trying to eat away the front steps. However, they found the tent quite good on the long pull. All this told in Whitney's Brooklyn accent with the "dese, dose, dey, dem, etc" brought down the house.