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WACO 8 by the hour. Aircraft design improved in design verbally and the family grocery bill made a flight into the as yet unnamed "stratosphere." Both, 1916, 1917, flights beyond the imagination, like the size of the grocery bill. Pop noticed this but didn't complain until one week-end. There were three sleeping in Charlie's bed. One of the castors disapproved its stress analysis going thru the floor, jarring plaster off the ceiling beneath. I asked Buck what his real name was, which was George. E. Weaver. The initial a secret. I called him George. He said his Mother was the only other person who did. After that, I kept busy to let myself realize how genuine he was, sociable. He was broad minded, traveled and kindred to all that appealed to me. One week-end George arrived wearing a derby. When i opened the door, he rolled the derby down his arm, caught it before it dropped. Seeing Charlie's cane in the hall corner he put on a combined derby cane act that would have done justice to vaudeville. (i was now [[underlined]] allowed to go to "vodavilla" with my parents.) How could I ignore cooley [[strike through]] such a charmer? One Sunday I had to do the cooking. The tapioca I made (no five minute variety then) wasn't a success. I was teased about the uncooked "frog's eyes" by Huck and Charlie. George had changed places at dinner table to sit directly [[underlined]] opposite me. I had to admit he had the most expressive hazel eyes, I had ever looked into, the lovely complexion that goes with auburn hair. He kept his hair slicked down with the new middle part style, so it looked black. About now, the local boys began to notice the "tomboy" was a girl to invite to dances always catered in our homes, and even a movie date. George had said he didn't like to dance. One evening, early Spring, he put a "Chin Chin" record on, and danced with me. He had been taking dancing lessons. Charlie, his date and George and I planned to go ice-skating at Verona.
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