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-34- "Trink, trink, Bruderlein Trink". Then the Pagets asked for the Blue Danube. The Shippens, who were dining at another table, came over and joined us after dinner, and Bill S. thought that it was about time some American airs were requested, and sent up a special request for some southern melodies. After going through a lot of lusic, the orchestra finally smiled cheerfully at us and struck up "Marching through Georgia," which made no hit at all with our Georgian periodisto! June 4 - B.A. I went [[strikethrough]] to [[strikethrough]] at then o'clock to the Cathedral, and heard the Cardinal sing Solemn High Mass - very impressive. Then Major Paget, Bill and I went to the Zoo for an hour. Coming back to the hotel we picked up Mrs. Paget, and all went to thePlaza Grill for lunch, stuffing ourselves almost insensible on Chilean lobster thermidor and puchero. The afternoon Bill spent in sleeping, and I in typing. We had dinner fairly early with the Pagets (who sailed at nine) and the Henrys. Later the Henrys went with us to Alt Wien Café, where we drank beer till nearly midnight. June 5 - B.A. Bill being occupied with official business, Frances and I prowled around town, having lunch at Harrod's and doing a bit of shopping. We found the Church of the Blessed Sacrament, and went in to see it, having heard of its beauty. It is exquisitely proportioned, and has a gorgeous wide white alter. Mr. and Mrs. Antelo, Mr. Copley and Dr. Saporiti had dinner with us at the Continental. June 6 - B.A. Bill spent the day buzzing around to various bird stores and superintending the packing of the animals we are to have from the zoo. In the evening, at six o'clock, de conducted a seminar in Spanish for the zoology students at the University. We took the Henrys and the Davises to La Cabana for dinner, and gorged ourselves on beefsteak and roast kid. June 7 - B.A. Bill still making speeches,- this time to the A.A.U.W at lunch. It was curious to see how thoroughly an American Club woman keeps [[strikethrough]] her [[strikethrough]] to her type, even when she is thousands of miles from home. This meeting might so easily have been at the A.A.U.W. clubhouse in Washington, or any other North American city! Bill spoke well, and had them laughing most of the time.