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arm's length, and said, 
      "Mistah Weavah, that sure was a gastronomic delight!"
     Later that same night we were awakened by a rumbling sound, and the voice of a woman screaming[[underlined]], " Don't get excited, keep calm!" There was smoke in the aprtment. There was a fire somewhere. 
     I popped into the living room where Buddie and his Uncle slept. Buddie slept on a pillow put across two overstuffed chairs. I told him to put on his slippers and bathrobe, then lie down and wait until his Daddy could carry him out. I tried[[underlined]] to put on my clothes, thanking my stars that my Dad had trained me to put my shoes side by each, my clothes right side out, and in logical[[underlined]] order when I took them off. People were running down the stairway, which meant the elevators were not working or the fire was coming up the shaft. Somehow, George and I got into some[[underlined]] clothes, but I left my hair in long braids. Phil Weaver had put a blanket on the floor and dumped all the clothes he had just bought, and ours,into it, ready to through[[strikethrough]]throw it out the window. 
     George picked Buddie up, opened the door and [[crossed-out]] the elevator boy (of gastronomic delights),came up the stairs, choking on smoke, to say the fire was all over. Phil was glad he had decided to carry[[underlined]] the blanket full, instead of having thrown it out into the street. 
     It was only a little while until morning so we [[crossed-out ]] finished dressing [[/crossed-out]], went down as was, to see the damage done by the fire in the dry cleaning shop on the corner, Found I had indigestion from excitement, so we went into a restaurant close by, on 72nd Street and Broadway, in search of something hot. 
     We had many interesting times. I took Buddie to see "Bombo[[underlined]]" one matinee, as the boys had seen it. Bud was excited and chewed a finger nail off, just as the curtain  went up. We had seats in the first [[crossed-out]] four [[/crossed-out]] rows of the first balcony. When Al Jolson ran down 
     
     
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