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“And now, if you don’t mind, I am going to back track a year and a half to the summer of 1928. I had rented a furnished lodge at Lake Mohegan, near Peekskill New York, that summer. It had a very rustic atmosphere and I believed held great possibilities both as an all-year-round home for myself as well as a hideaway and rest camp for Floyd, where he might sneak away a few days and recuperate from the tremendous strain he was under night and day. Also, he and I had discussed for several years the possibilities of getting such a place in order to hang up and display the hundreds of curios, antiques and relics that he had been gathering around the world for almost 20 years.”

"I threw a number of costume balls with thirty to forty guests present and dressed each one of them up in some sort of a foreign costume. I had hula-hula girls, South Sea islanders, Indian rajahs, desert sheiks, army officers and fliers."

"I, being a bachelor at this time, Floyd dubbed my lodge, 'The Monastery. To this title I added, 'A home for Nonesuch Nuns and Fried Friars. Situated on a bluff and run on the same principle, Ed Gibbons, soul proprietor.’

"By this time, several of my neighbors who had heard of the “monastery” became rather curious and would say to one another, “What kind of monastery is this? We see womenfolks and menfolks running in and out of the place at all hours of the day or night.” I had to send back word by the underground grapevine that I was the guy who had to lock them in their cells at sundown and let them out at sunrise."
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