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late. Today he refused to eat any lunch because before lunch he and Bab had a spat and Willie told them that the first one to start anything at the table would have to leave. He said he would most certainly sock her so there was no use coming to the table - and he didn't! By dinner time he was good and hungry, made peace with Bab, shook hands with her voluntarily, and ate a big supper and was a good as gold from then on.

Erie, Pa.,
Monday, Sept. 2, 1940.

Labor Day - and somehow summer seems to be over although we have three official weeks  of it left including probably some of the hottest days of the year. We took advantage of the nice weather today to have a picnic out on a very secluded little back road between the Waterford and Edinboro routes. A herd of cows regarded us amiably as we ate. The wild flowers were lovely - touch-me-nots, Queen Anne's lace, thistles - the color of late summer, bright, green, humid, lush and soon to go. On the way home we stopped at the airport where we saw the afternoon American Flagships come and soar away, great, sleek, shining silver birds - Mother admitted they were most graceful to see but the thought of what they are doing with them in Europe simply sickens her. However, Britain is putting up a great fight and the invasion by the Nazis now seems improbable this year at least. We saw a Goodyear blimp at the airport too and Rog was much thrilled and also pleased to have been the