Thursday am. [25 Apr. 1946]
I was out to the Civil Liberties Association meeting last night following an Alumni dinner at Burwash, and a funny thing happened. The meeting was at Mrs Spaulding's on Elm Avenue in Rosedale. A huge house it was. I had been there before only once, but was struck with the size of it. I went up and rang the bell, was admitted by a nice smiling lady. I said 'Here I am at last, one hour late.' I walked right into a big room and sat down with about ten people but thought it was somewhat strange. The lady came over and said 'Are you looking for anyone?' 'Yes, Mrs Spaulding told me to walk right in!' 'Oh' she exclaimed 'This is Branksome Hall. Mrs Spaulding's residence is 2 doors west.' 'So sorry,' I said. 'Not at all,' said the lady. 'Come again.' There you are Cayke. I need you here to show me around.