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to the others on the last two holes, with a par 4 on the 17th and a 5 on the 420 yard 18th, which I won, the only one I won all day. My putting usually fairly good, was what ruined me today- it was frightful while the rest of my game was much improved. I also made some real progress in controlling my temper which ultimately paid dividends. I three and four putted two or three holes where a two putt would have won for me. On the water hole dog leg I was over the lake in 3, the only one to do it but lost the hole by three putting. The last time we played, I put three balls in the lake and finally quit because we were holding up another foursome. All in all today was quite satisfactory in spite of 117 for the 18. It was a "moral victory" for me. 
  Rog and I got in some work on the Northrup pursuit model that seems to be coming well and is a lot of fun. When I got home I found he had made the whole wing by himself, giving his finger an ugly razor cut in the process but he wasn't fazed a bit by that- he was proud as a peacock over the wing and he did a pretty good job on it.
   This evening we went to the Reeds for a hilarious Tripoley party with Maybelle and the Lamboms. I  lost 11 [[cents symbol]] and had $11 worth of fun aided by that very subtle Shenley's Red Label whisky which had the whole crowd on high. I understand Maybelle is expecting her final decree any  day now. Willie thinks she will marry Postelthwaite- I hate to think of having him shoved in on us- somehow I never took to that man. Maybelle has her good points- she is going to New York soon and is taking her former cook and her daughter along gratis to show them the metropolis, neither having been there before. That's all right, I think.