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Sunday, 7 March 1926

The day was mostly spent in work, and I kept busy at my desk during the morning and most of the afternoon. In the afternoon I got settled to some work on pictures and Dorothy deserted me in favor of the Rubys. I had wanted to go out earlier, but she had work to do that she thought had to be done. So later I took Peter and we set out for a walk, met Henry Chou and walked with him as far as the Yokohama Specie Bank, then came back, stopping on the way at the French Bakery to buy a bit of candy for the evening. While there I was intrigued by the big black eyes of two of the chicest little Chinese girls I had ever seen. Unfortunately I had only one dollar and no check book, so I returned pure to my wife.

In the evening the Ennises came over for supper. Fresh violets and mauve candles gave an air to the table. After supper we went to the Pavilion to see the Moscow Ballet in Salome. Salome herself and one of the men were not bad, but the rest of the cast spent its time vainly galloping about the stage imitating the classes in dry-land swimming and thumbing their noses at each other. The second half of the program was made up of miscellaneous dances, and they were. There was a tango or two in the best Montmartre style, but nothing of very much note except a little character dance by the former Salome, in which she impersonated a Little Hebrew Boy.

The hit of the evening was Dorothy's new rose colored dress - much better than the spectacle on the stage.

In the afternoon Carey had nother operation for he adhesion, the scar that gave her so much trouble on the way up from Nanking last summer. Louise and Mears went to the show with us, having by a fortunate accident got seats with ours.

Monday, 8 March 1926

As usual there were too many things to do, but I still managed to make a stab at doing some of them. Bob Bartlett, proud possessor of a son still in the the hospital with his mother, had supper and then went to the Scribblers meeting with us. Dorothy was supposed to read, but I substituted for her. G. E. Hubbard was the guest of the evening, and he contri-