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about 37. When that session was over it was midnight and [[underline]] then [[/underline]] we started for Fairfield! Ken and I went in my car and the other six in Brownie's. At Fairfield there was a Seeburg with "Beer Barrel Polka," etc. and we sat and drank and danced and drank and danced and talked until about 2AM! The drinks in a place like that are weak and I felt fine all evening in fact. I must confess I had a very fine time - it was the unexpected nature of it that made it so good. The girls were not unattractive and in fact one of them, Marion, a seamstress at Zinc's cleaning establishment, was quite pretty and had a figure like a Venus. Marion was a good dancer, but Mary, a tall, dark, not particularly pretty girl, made up for it by being a perfectly beautiful dancer - one of the best I've danced with in a long time. All of us even tried to dance the Virginia Reel at one spot. It was a very [[?mildly or wildly]] hilarious time and I enjoyed it. As a matter of fact, occasionally I do enjoy getting out with a crowd like that - it's different, they're good eggs and I like to be with them. I took Ken home, the other six going back to town in Brownie's car and I crawled into bed about 2:15 AM. Erie, Pa., Thursday, Oct. 3, 1940. Felt fine today in spite of last night's dissipation - only after effects were occasional lassitude in the legs. Met Emmet in the elevator and he informed me the 5"/38 contract was signed. I hadn't heard it and after checking with St.L. found it was [[underline]] about [[/underline]] to be signed but a few "accounting details" had yet to be settled. How correct old Cliff Clark was about this dragging out!