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[[strikethrough]] THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1936 [[/strikethrough]] 268th Day 98 Days to come Cont for the Warnekes. Lo & behold there they were, dancing square dances! That farm house is the most difficult place in those woods to find, & I've never taken the wrong way before, so I really [[strikethrough]] couldn't [[/strikethrough]] almost believed in divinity that night. They were so welcoming & surprised & I so happy as we watched the farmers dance their real old New England grape vines to "Turkey in the Straw" & "Pop Goes the Weasel" & all [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] the old American Folk Tunes. It was a sight which will disappear entirely soon - & even the young ones had to be guided by the old fathers who were in their element - & so [[strikethrough]] funny [[/strikethrough]] quaint & unselfconscious & rough. The orchestra consisted of farmers all playing by ear & the food was the best at any dance because it was all hand made pies & cakes [[strikethrough]] all [[/strikethrough]] caressed into shape by the community. The occasion was to raise funds for that old Folks Home - [[strikethrough]] at [[/strikethrough]] the men's entrance fee was .25 & the gals' .10. [[strikethrough]] Oil lamps were the only lights of course [[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1936 [[/strikethrough]] 269th Day 97 Days to come Cont Candle light & homemade farm food & grey whiskers were the only decoration, & the whole affair was very touching & interesting. They danced remarkably well, with such vigour & persistance as only farmers muscles could accomplish, & a man of eighty directed their movements by yelling in an unknown language to the tune being played. We stayed up till 3:30 talking at the W's - Barbarossa was there & Dick who is charming - & the next a.m. I left supposedly for N.Y. but stopped at Henry's en route, with the result that I stayed overnight with him. Mrs W had told me before I left that she guessed I wasn't serious about him, & he was [[strikethrough]] terribly [[/strikethrough]] infated [[infatuated]] with me, & they were so fond of him they hoped I wouldn't play with him. She is right - & I resolved to go to N.Y. - though he had expected me overnight as MeMe was to be there as chaperon, & I wanted to get back to my lions & a letter from K which still hasn't come. He was so persuasive & I so weak & he wanted me to pose for his hands on his big figure, & promised we would
