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2 flip-flops. Confidentially, I think he enjoyed the thrills of hide and seek. A certain "Don" figured in the diary but they did not get our Don. At least his name was not printed in full in the reports.

Our "near north side candle lighted gin-soaked little bohemia" as Genevieve Forbes and other hell hounds of the Chicago newspapers like to term their fiction, has come in for a panning. I saw Genevieve at a distinctly bourgeois rum party a few weeks ago. It was more deeply rum soaked party than any I ever met in "the near north side bohemia"

The Smith-Stopa case is a sordid business -- but an insane girl like Wanda can work up just such little dramas. Incidentally what do you think now of the insanity of Wanda Tanska in my story "The Hiding Place? Rather justified wasnt it? However I took your comment to heart and re-wrote the last third of the story. You never had an opportunity to read that. Im getting back to writing -- or rather I'm figuring out how I can get to it at once. Lord -- but I'd love to have another hiding place like 735 North Cass or my room with the French family