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Lucile Devine [?]
Saturday Jan 22-44

Dear Dr. Van Waters -

Again I say - You have woven your robe
not satin - silk nor cloth of gold - but of much
finer stuff.

I am in my dear, clean cozy little room
as you described it. It is high-up isn't it [?] near
the sky. I can reach out almost and take in
a cloud - then I am sure it would elude my
grasp - how sad - we never can hold beauty so
fragile - long - sometimes never but some are
always on the watch for it - and one does find it
in the strangest places. I went out for
entertainment last night for the first time since
I have been here. We went to a dive - a nice dive
called The Log Cabin - over on Albany Street somewhere.
It it a low ceilinged - shaded light place with
a platform in the center - like a prize ring. This
was for the floor show - consisting of a few popular
numbers - long lean colored chap - throwing [?] himself