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Had a letter from Rosemary Thalman today saying Freddie recently got a job in Rome with Revere Brass & Copper and they are now living in Rome - temporarily with her mother. She said it was a much better job than he had in Auburn but also said she "hoped he would like it" - so I don't know yet just what it is. Will have to drop off in Rome and see him soon. Am glad he's back home and doing better anyhow.

Erie, Pa.
Saturday, Oct. 12, 1940.

Today played what will probably be the last golf of 1940. Gordon MacDonald, Ross Brackett, Bob Nomine and I went down and took Andy Johnson with us as he is stuck here over the weekend and told me he plays 6 or 7 times a year. It was a perfect autumn day and the fields and woods around Edinboro gorgeous with color - so it would have been a pleasant day just walking around in the open. I'm not sure whether the golf added or detracted from it. I got a better score ^[[than]] last time (114 vs. 117), won 3 holes and had low score for the first 9 holes, but went sour on the last 9 which left me with a bad taste in my mouth, particularly as my driving was generally sensational for me (I laid one out about 260 yards) but I foozled my fairway shots terribly. We took 60¢ of Andy's money but he declared he enjoyed the session.  One of my accomplishments was to win the dog-leg water hole with a 5 (4 is an almost impossible par for us). So it made a nice wind-up for the season.

We spent the evening at home, mostly on sleuthing work for the halloween deviltry has [[underlined]] already [[/underlined]] started with 5 out of 6 of the panes in the garage rear windows smashed! The Glasses have suffered like-wise and the Augerts have been bothered too.