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[[strikethrough]] WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
288th Day   78 Days to come
July 2[[strikethrough]]3[[/strikethrough]]4

Just a line to remind myself [[strikethrough]] of last [[/strikethrough]] that last night happened last night - July 23rd 1936 - & Henry gave me [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] his terra cotta Bantam chick to remind me of it always. I hardly need write that much to remember - & must go to sleep still bottled up [[strikethrough]] these nights [[/strikethrough]].- My diary is [[strikethrough]] becoming [[/strikethrough]] living in my memory these days, which means [[strikethrough]] it will be slowly fading [[/strikethrough]] that all I have been doing & thinking lately will fadeout as a dim bulb from day to day, because I am too tired from working on my figure & staying up late with Henry or the W's - or St J in Boston to do any thing but sleep when the chance comes. In Boston Rowlies wedding moved me because I am so fond of him - & he kissed me in token [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] of his fondness for me. I am sure he will be happy, & thank goodness. StJ was wonderful to me - driving me everywhere & dining me in the Ritz, & giving up all he wanted to do. I am so worried about his attitude - because I will never 


[[strikethrough]] THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
289th Day   77 Days to come
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marry him. Summy was there, & told me he has broken his engagement, the hopeless fool. I will see him soon I guess. A wounded cat on the roadside which I didn't go back & kill & a dog being run over in front while I stood & watched - are unforgettable things which upset me horribly. The cat I should have killed, [[strikethrough]] but [[/strikethrough]] though I was passing a car when I saw him & [[strikethrough]] it w [[/strikethrough]] at 1 A.M., & the dog I feel I should have saved by running out & stopping the car. I was stupefied into uselessness by them. I searched everywhere for the dog in vain - so perhaps he is O.K. I came back on the train to New London, got picked up by two fresh boys, didn't object because I recognized them as atheletes, & thought they must be special [[strikethrough]] ones or [[/strikethrough]] somebodies as they were travelling pullman, & lo & behold they were the pitcher & outfielder of the Boston Redsocks baseball team! Can't write more now - [[strikethrough]] but [[/strikethrough]] except that Henry has done something extraordinary for both myself & him - & I'm so glad. He sacrificed his own joy in [[strikethrough]] bei [[/strikethrough]] thinking always of me - considering my feelings & thoughts every second.