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[[strikethrough]] WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
274th Day   92 Days to come
June 28 [[strikethrough]] July [[/strikethrough]]

How can I begin about such a quaint week - [[strikethrough]] because [[/strikethrough]] without ending inadequately, which I shall be forced to do. I still havn't gone to Conn. as [[strikethrough]] I'm still [[/strikethrough]] my lions are still giving me pangs of wondering whether I am advanced enough for them yet, & every emotion from a to z - but they are all mine, probably because no one else would want to do them. My head of Jay is an excellent likeness, & a day should really finish it now, as he has been posing for three days. Before he came I went to a stadium concert with Martha with Iturbi conducting Beethoven's Orlando not half as excitingly as the Star Spangled Banner, which always precedes those concerts, & as it was called off on account of one drop of rain (at whose fall all the men in the place rushed out [[strikethrough]] terrified [[/strikethrough]] with their terrified [[strikethrough]] health [[/strikethrough]] healths) & the remaining women weren't worth continuing [[strikethrough]] it [[/strikethrough]] the concert for, Martha & I went out with half the Phylharmonic Orchestra afterward - arm in arm with a bevy of [[poissonal?]]

[[strikethrough]] THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
275th Day   Missouri Day  91 Days to come
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Semites to an aquamarine appartment. Fitchberg guessed I am an artist from my beautiful hands - & persuaded me that he loved artists! We drank aquamarine lukewarm, creme de menthe, & all was well until one little skunk started reciting German love poems, & as I bearly understood his Jewish [[strikethrough]] lisp [[/strikethrough]] - Lithuanian lisp, he commenced to act them out on me. I had to leave for L.I. luckily - though Fitchberg wanted to see me again [[strikethrough]] & they all thought [[/strikethrough]] & knew I was an artist by my hands, & they all thought I was polish, & they all spoke seven languages. It was a fascinating glimpse of Jews (though a musical evening without its point - music) but I would have worried about M H if I hadn't known her musical background would be enough in common to at least keep them on the straight & narrow, though David Katz was so fascinating looking that I doubt if she wanted to. The trouble is being Jews they all want to follow us up, so MH had to say she lived in the woods & I on a boat, & they are too bright not to realize the truth. En route home the taxi man told me Jo Lewis had died of a ruptured brain (after the

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José Iturbi from Spain, conducting the New York Phiharmonic in the Lewisohn Stadium. The piece she refers to may have been Weber's Oberon with Beethoven pieces following ...