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8 Union Street. Schenectady, N.Y., July 9, 1924. Dear Willie: Now I'm the one who doesn't know how to begin. Only I shouldn't quite want to have Schenectady transplanted to the Shoals, because it would spoil the Islands. What I want to say most of all, is how much I appreciated your two lovely letters. I almost passed out cold with happiness when I saw so much, and they cheered me up just heaps. I can't seem to express myself very well this evening - perhaps because it is bedtime for laboring men. But I must write this tonight so that you will get it by