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WACO 9 Lake. George and I took the trolley (five cent fare) by ourselves. Charlie had phoned that he had to work late. I made up my mind, if George "got fresh" I'd smack him. George was on good behavior. On his tubulars he could jump over several fellows lying side by side, stumble for yards an act without a tumble. He had payed on the Bick Hawks, Chgo. hockey team. My old scarlet fever left ear long since no problem still subconsciously gave me trouble doing my outer left edge of my fancy skates. With George no problem, we strutted our stuff, he would lift me off the ice, swing me flat out and land me safely. A few spills but George's laughs made mu suspect some planned tumbles. Arriving home I was convinced George was a gentleman. Easter Sunday, returning home from church, wearing the daffodils I had bought, a surprise. The local supposed-to-be (his idea) boyfriend told me Friday, that he had spent all his allowance on candy which he had eaten by himself. His Dad would not give him anymore. As I opened the front door, on the hall table, [[underline]]a dozen and a half American Beauty roses[[underline]]… from George! In the afternoon candy-lover-friend arrived, saw the roses and promptly went up to our local pharmacy. He purchased at the advertised knock down price, the box of sun-streaked candy that had been in the window, IN THE SUN, for over a month. I just couldn't thank him. All of us teen-agershad made many jokes about using that particular box of candy with which to [[underline]]kill the Kaiser[[underline]]! Then U.S. would not have to go to war. The next Friday, Charlie his lovelyFrench date and Geo. and I went to the new Robert Treat Hotel in Newark for dinner and dancing. Geo knew how to order dinner with the respect of the waiter. A dreamland evening. Son of a Rock Island official, Geo. had traveled all over the U.S. George called a taxi to take me home vs. 5 cent trolley fare. On our way George kissed me. Automatically I boxed his ears, told him indignantly
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