No diary entry today. Aunt Marjorie wrote,
"The summer before Albert's senior year (at Harvard) he didn't have money to come home so he got a job in a camp in the mountains as a curator or something. He slept in a cabin where the snakes were in cages. One snake escaped and a couple of weeks later Albert found it in the rafters where it had shed its skin."
Eleanor comment about the same thing a few days ago.
I would not have slept very well that summer!
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