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Maybelle Scarborough moved back to her house today from her apartment on 10th St. No one seems to see much of her or know what she does with herself. I understand she may be slightly provoked with some of us because we have entertained Walter - the story goes that he goes and boasts to her how their old friends are playing up to him! I wouldn't take that story too seriously he may point out the fact to her but I question how much he boasts about it.

Erie, Pa.,
Saturday, Nov. 2, 1940.
Rog and I have at last nearly finished the Northrup pursuit ship model so this morning we went up to the Model Shop and bought a 25 [[cents symbol]] Vultee Transport kit. He wants to try making this one almost entirely himself. The parts are larger and easier to work with and I think he may make a go of it. Yesterday he received his "prizes" for selling the X'mas seals - a watch, chain, knife, ring, collar clasp and tie clasp, and he's as tickled as can be. The watch already shows signs of running down too soon but it doesn't seem to faze him at all, and he wears watch and chain very proudly.

Willie took the children down to see President Roosevelt at Union Station this afternoon - they saw Willkie last week and both are ardent Willkie enthusiasts, wearing buttons galore and expressing themselves for him in no uncertain terms although Bab said at dinner tonight: "I don't know just why I should dislike Roosevelt. He never did anything to [[underlined]]me[[/underlined]]."

While they were gone this afternoon, Mother came to me all wrought up over her usual worries and really put up a terrible story of how desperate she is although all the morning she had seemed unusually cheerful.