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April 11

Dear folks,

Daffies all around Grandma's. She had a pair of stylish blue pajamas, and your March letters for me. We played five games of checkers in that one day; I wish I had not [[strikethrough]] past [[/strikethrough]] passed the first, for she got into a losing streak, tho' enjoying the prospect each time, after losing the second. Sunday I went to church in Mrs B's hat & red socks & sneakers; saw Mabel & thought Kilpatrick pretty good. Mabel's hair is baby-short, [[strikethrough]] looks well [[/strikethrough]] makes her look 1920'ish (& less highschoolish). There is a woman choir director whom I strongly suspect [[strikethrough]] had [[/strikethrough]] has Mrs B's feelings; she, inviting Frank for dinner, encouraged him in his gripe against her [[arrow pointing to "director"]] strange directing of himself. Ham for dinner which Grandma covered plentifully with pinapple and whenever (as I did twice) asked if she liked it, would reply, "Well, this pinapple [[strikethrough]] alwa [[/strikethrough]] helps to disguise the flower." But she had tripe the day before. No one has colds. I did not have time to see the trees as Maude, having to go out Sunday night -- by myself to the International Center where I ran into Herby Goldstein my old section man, for a talk. He knows so many people I do, more & more fits together. His opinion is that Garis is [[strikethrough]] one [[/strikethrough]] the best man in the department. I intend to work very hard this week for Bob (Garis) & all else.

Love,
Doris