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speaks with a hurried slurring English accent. She was of the opinion that Woolworth's was a Yiddish firm, and strange to say had never heard of the Woolworth Building in New York - how the fame of our American institutions does travel.
[[underlined]] Mr. & Mrs. Phillis [[/underlined]] - I can't place at all.
[[underlined]] Mr. Bell [[/underlined]] - a student.
[[underlined]] Mr. Johnson [[/underlined]] - a nice clean-faced type of young man, even tho' "just another Swede."
[[underlined]] Dr. Wardlaw [[/underlined]] - is a Plant Pathologist.
[[underlined]] Mr. Wright [[/underlined]] - Rather in interesting bachelor who will soon be the proud possessor of a Morris 18. We still do not know what that means. He told me it meant 18 cylinders, and Dick says he doubts it.
[[underlined]] Mrs. Pike [[/underlined]] - I do not think Mr. Pike was there. I have described [[underlined]] her [[/underlined]] before.
[[underlined]] Mr. Jardine [[/underlined]] - Brother of Mrs. Pike and Mrs. Pickles. He had not seen his sisters for over 15 years. He has been in China, and visited Hawaii. As a result he knows a great deal more about the latter than the former. Quite an argumentative young man when he has a few Martinis under his belt. He has been here a little over a week, and had not been in

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Hawaii long yet he was arguing with Mrs. Adamson about the cost of living in the two places. As she has lived in both and kept house she should know, but he puts me in mind of the type of man who thinks no one knows anything except himself. Mrs. Adamson says it is much higher here, but he said she was judging from American standards, but I can't see that that entered into it, as in both cases he would be doing the same.
I do not know whether we were expected to go home with Mr. Wharton who brought us, but if so, we we did not do as expected. We stayed to a light supper with the Adamsons, and they later drove us home.

[[double underlined]] Thursday, November 28, 1935 [[/underlined]]
I woke up this morning with anything but a comfortable feeling in my insides. I also seemed to have a slight case of diahorrea (I never did know how to spell this word). I also seemed to have a loss of appetite, so the day was spent in bed lolling around, and by the time night came my bones and muscles were so tired that I felt I must be getting something pretty strong. Dick said that malaria always