Yesterday afternoon father and I followed four professionals around for four holes. They weren't first class profession-als but it was very interesting neverthe-less. They surely had some gallery.
I finished my
I typewrite this morning - incidentally I woke up at ten o'clock too late for breakfast.
This afternoon Father and Mr. Win-tringer + I played. I made 110 on No. 1 course. That is my
Mr. Wells informed me that I look like + resemble Elaine Rosenthal. I hope someday my game will
Father + Mr. W. played some more, but I thought, in view of my vacation, I had better quit after eighteen, so I came back and slept an hour before
My eight year old colored caddy [found] a cigar on the tee. His eyes got as big as saucers and he showed it to Father. Father said, "Don't you smoke?" He said, "No, sah, not yet." "You don't chew, do you?" Sometimes" What do you chew?" "Tobacco." Sure
I got a letter from Grandpa tonight informing me that [Marse] had put my speech away somewhere in a drawer and he had just come across it. I had
I'll play with Mrs. Brumbaugh tomorrow if it suits her. I'd like to [trim] her - the governor's wife. ha ha!
Mr. Wintringer is awfully nice I like him since he stopped calling me Miss Fannie á la kitchen me-chanic.