(1980 memoirs)
There was one time, probably the Homecoming Dance -- or a prom -- when Eleanor wanted me to get her a date with someone at Ripon. I said yes, and did. But Dick [her boyfriend] got wind of it and phoned me and asked if I would get him a date. So I did. Well, I believe Eleanor's date came, Dick's date came (I don't recall the details) and mine. For a few minutes there Cousin Frankie's living room was very crowded. Looking back on this I am amazed at myself. Eleanor had been going steady with Dick for some time and I was good friends with both. I think they rode together on the train going back and patched it up.
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