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June 1st, 1929 

En route to Newark. 

Dear Diary:
 
Happy with the "grown into me" strength and vivacity inspired by a certain family of Staten Island. I climbed into a bus headed for the Pyrene Chemical Co., wearing the veil. A little six year old girl sat by me — her mother behind us. She stared right up at me. "I like you" said she. (Success No. 1 — to be liked by children) "Why?" sez I. "I dunno", says she "except my mother wears her hair net on her hair".
 
Result: Big laugh — worth the $18.50. 
"Is that why you like me, because I'm different?"
"I don't just know", in a very meditative voice says she — "but maybe things are more fun with a 'hair net' over your face."
 
I assured her they were, and if she ever returned to her native state (I mean literally, in this instance New Jersey) where I had always felt gawky, freckle-faced, self-conscious, and with a tendency to be all "laigs" and arms and pig-tails — to by all means pay an enormous price for a meant-to-be French hat — and a veil — which "it" is called when worn over the face  gaily, breezily blowing past eyes full of private laughs and lips open in a smile to greet adventure — even on a bus ride!
 
Later.
 
The Pyrene deal needs some writing with it to submit it to the then absent higher-up than Advertising Sales Manager. Well, the little girl was worth the money invested in carfare and I'll pin Pyrene later.
 
Later.
 
Had lunch "tête a tête" to a wistful roguish — (nope you are wrong) Girl!
 
We were awfully good friends a few minutes after I turned the veil back — so I could eat. I inadvertently told her I'd park my Siren's trumpet — for food. How she could laugh! Money can't buy laughs directly — but of course the $18.50 provided the entre.
 
Before we left she, in all her dainty charm, told me how rather difficult her widowed mother (when she was three) and she had found it — (entre for me)— and she was studying typewriting. I also studied it last year and we certainly has "lotsa" laughs out of that.
 
Mutual experiences.
 
I then ventured among other mutual subjects of experience she mentioned she found it harder than the piano — which gave me the chance to announce my present lifelong dreamed of achievement — piano lessons. That subject was the Gordion knot in our acquaintance and from love - real love, as I have lived it in Waco — I was able to encourage her to continue to fight compromises because of the biggest bugbear — to ones of our dispositions — at least Loneliness — and keep all after the quintessences of life!
 
I gave her my Waco card and she is going to let me watch