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Dr. De la Torre next drove me back to town 
through the fashionplate section of the city, along 
Malacan Drive, which recalls the Malacan of Manila 
and the Plaza, and agreed to call for me tomorrow. 
He must be dreadfully tired, for we have been 
spinning about all day like a top. 
The rest not being at hand, I took dinner 
alone. After dinner I called at the house Mr* von 
Bayer gave me as Miss Kallenbach's address, and 
found that she had left a few days before for New 
York, probably not to return, bo I returned and 
joined the bunch to visit a theatre that was said 
to be the toughest thing in Havana. I have often 
heard of it, and I confess the statement was per- 
fectly true. Rotten in the highest degree, 
putrid and filthy, never again! Once in a life- 
time is more than enough. It was indeed a psyco- 
pathic study. We stayed only through one per- 
formance and then stopped at a cabaret and watched 
them dance until midnight, drinking good, yes, very 
good, Cuban beer. 
May 3rd* 
Had my trunks brought up and have gone through 
them, rearranging thinds, and have been reading all 
morning while waiting for De La Torre, who, though 
it is now 2 P.M., has not as yet arrived. 
Took a car ride out to the university grounds 
but found the gate closed. The same also was the 
case at the Botanical Gardens. Made a number of 
snapshots of the Royal palms through the fenoe, and 
also of the University buildings in a similar manner. 
I next strolled down through this out-of-the-way 
part of the town to the Malacan Drive and back through 
the Prado. My impression today is somewhat differ- 
ent from what I expressed yesterday. Yesterday un- 
doubtedly was a gala day, where all the elite element 
was on parade at the show. Today's dictum would be - 
fat women and cadaverous looking men. Watched the 
moving pictures on the Prado and the moving crowd 
for a while, then turned in. De la Torre had evi- 
dently taken Sunday off. 
