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52 Tuesday, February 21. 1928 (con't see page 53) ing home with him – At assembly, missed that lovely red head – yes – he was absent (some crazy blisters on his feet–) I wrote a letter during German – and mailed it. Then I picked out a child for the festival. (I am in Peter Schlimeil now) - I couldn't go to gym on - account of my cold yesterday, so I telephoned to Al – we talked for ages – Then a rehersal – basket-ball game (girls) – and a walk home with Dan (that was nice, as long as I knew I wasn't deserting Al) He gave me a post-card he had written, went he went to see the American Opera. It said "Faust. He lived only for youth and love. He was the wisest of all humans" Supper – A phone call from Al, in which he said he couldn't meet me to-morrow. Music – and bed – I like better writing when I want. It takes the duty feeling away. – Al – please understand my feelings toward you & Dan –! End. 53 Wednesday, February 22, 1928 (con't from p. 54) point of view was just to be different. My points were that this stuff is not sincere – it is not necessary to have this "symbol for love & respect"–, that if these feelings were really in the people, no such symbolism was needed. That this rah-rah business leads to war encouragement. That it is a one-sided, narrow-minded idea, and that most of it was hypocritical anyway. This however made de lose respect for [[M.C.?]] Nevertheless, these are my feelings and until someone can convince me, I insist that I am right, and at least entitled to my own ideas – Thursday, found me in bed with my cold, progressed into a bad one. Read "Vanity Fair" – I must begin to get educated someday, and it is excellent reading. In the afternoon a letter from Al – an awfully nice one, that he wrote in school. I answered it, mailed it, and got up for supper. The Wolfs, & the [[Sypers?]] were here – and they were very uninteresting – Dan called up and we spoke for a while – quite a while – I wrote a few songs & went to bed. To-day - Friday! First I wrote a note to Al, telling him how funny it would seem not go- (see p. 52)