Judge — August 24, 1929 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Wirr—How much is this place costing us a week? “Two hundred dollars.” “Let's go home and kill our own mosquitoes!” The Diary of an Absent- Minded Fella Monday—Wired Ned Peters at Easthampton accepting his in- vitation for the week. Drove all day. Trouble with oil, gas and the brakes. Can't understand those brakes, they seem t most of the time. Missed ferry but the last one. C Peters at 3 a.m. Honked Ned awake. He seemed pleased to see me but Betty looked angry. Maybe she didn't expect me after all. Had to triple with two other fellas. Ned lent = me pyjamas. Must have left’ mine somewhere, Slept badly... did the other two fellas. Tuesday—Ned told me I was expected last week; but he's go- ing to straighten things out... . maybe put me up at the club, Betty says Elsie Hood called me up twice yesterday ... . She called me again today reved. Says I am sail on her father’s yacht this week. They're on a cruising race to Newport. Gee, I don't. re- member being asked although somchow I seem to think .... never mind. Told her I'd get away first thing in the morning. Must leave word for an carly call. be on some nd was pected to Wednesday — Nobody called me and I got off to a late start. Made the ferry and got to New London where Elsie’s yacht was. Got a man to row me out to the ncht—the Intrepid or whatever it’s called. Just got aboard as she was dropping anchor or whatever they call it, Looked for Elsie but everybody was busy and excited with the race. 2. . Funny though, not finding her or her father... . maybe I'll see them later. Thursday—Funny, but I'm not a racing ! MW laugh Hood's bad till after the signal gun. great rivalry between Elsie’s ht day. Véry uncomfortab!e. Don't like yachting .... never did. excitement of the r. Just nosed out Elsi yacht by a couple of somethings, whatever they are on the water. Got ashore after lunch and met Elsie. Was going to kid her about losing the » but she wouldn't speak to me... . Later, ran into her father and the old bozo cursed like a drunken sailor +... Said something about 1 losing the race for him... waiting for me to come aboard Wednesday morning... . called himself a damfool for listening to Elsie. I didn’t get him. Saturday—First thing sent a hig box of roses to Elsie with a note squaring myself. Then shopped for pyjamas. Later, met Elsie’s father sprang at me yelling what the blankety blank T meant by send- ing pyjamas to Elsie 2... Couldn't understand till I got aboard our yacht and saw Elsie’s roses in my stateroom . I'm certainly in Elsic, to say father, Sunday—Got back to town. ht to the office. Must Everything closed Friday—Great ay on the last won, some who wrong with nothing of her Mustn’t flowers to Elsie in the morning, first thir —Georce Mitcuerr to send some If this stowaway trick grows, we'll have to watch our luggage this summer.