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Basin Harbor
Friday, Aug. 16, 1940.

We drove to Burlington this morning to return the projector to Mr. La Pierre, the photographer, who had flatly refused to allow Taft to do anymore than pay the rent of $3 in advance and didn't even want that partial only - no deposit, no nothing and he had never seen or heard of Taft before!  We had a nice ride - it is pretty country up along the lake but it lacks the quaintness of the unspoiled country up around Shanty Shane - Thetford Hills for example, a little gem of a place looking very much as it did a century ago.

The Commodore and I played some golf this afternoon and due to congestion, started twice on the fourth hole. By so doing we apparently had a score of 48 and 49 for the first 9 holes we played and we bragged plenty about our game. Mr. Pertsch had a violent attack of indigestion so he couldn't come with us. Many people have been troubled including Willie, who, after some experimenting decided, it is the water. It hasn't fazed me thank heaven. Perhaps I drink enough to keep my stomach in good shape - we seem to average about 4 a day including miscellaneous beers and ales at Vergennes.

This evening there was a formal outdoor dance over at the Homestead and we all went including all our children. Bab was sweet and Mr. Taft and I both danced with her. Robey dressed up  and made quite a hit - we all said she was the belle of the ball, being asked to dance by two young men. Her mother said, "If they knew she was only 14!" I danced with her and she was sweet and graceful. The children went home about eleven. Even Rog danced