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[[strikethrough]] TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
266th Day 100 Days to come

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modelling Jay's head when he posed here for a day & an evening in town when we dined with Alice. My head is coming along nicely - & the lions more questionably - Jay was mean about them, & Lu said I wasn't ready to do them, but I still keep on obstinately. 

I drove to New London for the races, stopping at Henry's en route, & arriving on Highland Light for the night at [[strikethrough]] 11 [[/strikethrough]] 12 P.M. We had a yummy breakfast - Dudley [[strikethrough]] try [[/strikethrough]] being in his element giving orders for once, & Alice [[[strikethrough]] getti [[/strikethrough]] trying to rearrange the furniture in the cabins which were immovable, & getting furious at her [[strikethrough]] fail [[/strikethrough]] ineffectiveness! All the ski girls & Eddie [[strikethrough]] Warburg [[/strikethrough]] La Farge (a nice teacher brother of the artist Tom) & Dabney & Alec Bright came. I simply couldn't play & fiddle with them like a kid all day, & wished I had that ability all day. They climbed the mast & hung from the bowsprit like true atheletes - & I liked seeing that strange type Betty Woolsey. We ran aground while I was 

[[strikethrough]] WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
267th Day 1st Day of Autumn  99 Days to come

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waving a dramatic farewell to Maury Jones, & Harvard beat Yale which we practically had to learn over the radio, & that evening I went to the Warnekes. I drove with difficulty over the mud road, & [[strikethrough]] after [[/strikethrough]] arrived to find it midnight & their house deserted except for the dog. I got scared way off there - scared of getting stuck on the mud road, & scared that as they weren't expecting me they were away [[strikethrough]] in town or anyw anywhere [[/strikethrough]], & scared of the drunken farmers & silence & blackness & faroffness around there, & after a half hour trying to decide what to do (I couldn't turn up at the Inn that had fired the proprietor who has said I was a harlot, because it would be improper to turn up so late, & I hated to go to the red light Inn in E. H.) I drove wildly in the direction I thought the W's most likely to come home on, if they were coming, not knowing quite why. I took the wrong road en route & came upon a farm house party. I asked someone the right road - & told them I was looking