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hollers, "There she goes!" as she streaks across the State Street bridge. When we reach the main gate, I still have a mile to cover before reaching my time clock. I wish I had a picture of the main street of the plant at 7 a.m. It really is quite a sight with the thousands of people walking along toward their particular places of work. Sometimes, on a hazy morning, the buildings just fade away in the distance and you can't see where the plant ends, making it seem all the more immense. ...... Last Saturday, I went home for the weekend with a friend who lives in Schoharie (just try to pronounce that -- I'd awfully like to hear you do it). Schoharie is a little country twon [sic] down in the foothills of the Catskills. It lies in a valley and as we drove out of the hills toward it, the tops of the ridges on either side of the town were hidden in clouds. I have never seen the country around here look quite so pretty. It is a beautiful rolling land down there and the countryside is covered with neat farms. I certainly do think that New York State has a wonderful variety of country -- mountains, rivers, lakes, farmland, ocean, forests and inland seas, like Ontario and Erie. We drove back to Schenectady Sunday evening, rather unwilling to come back to industry again. But one always feels that way after a nice weekend in a home -- no restaurants, box springs, and a family atmosphere. I never appreciated what such things mean before. While still fifteen or more miles in the country, we could see the lights of Schenectady and Albany reflected on the distant clouds, beckoning us back to work. ...... You may have an Iroquois Park, but right around here is the [[underlined]] original [[/underlined]] Iroquois Park where the members of that famous tribe roamed the forests so long, unmolested. About the only trace or sign now that they ever lived here though, is found in the Indian names of the towns and cities -- Schenectady, Schoharie, Canajoharie, Saratoga, Oneida, Ticonderoga, and so on. There is a reservation for the Indians near Syracuse, where they do some farming, but mostly nothing. It is sad really, to think that such a race, who once ruled and owned this whole great country, will soon be extinct. In a way, it hardly seems fair. ...... I spoke something about the service (in the Schoharie Community Church) to two of my orthodox friends the other evening at dinner, and straight away got into a terrific argument with them about the Trinity, the Bible, etc. People who have been brought up on the Trinity, certainly can't seem to see anything else. And yet most of them have a very hazy idea of what the Holy Ghost is, if any at all. I never have been able to find out quite what they believe it to be. It is somewhat similar to your conscience from what I gathered during the argument. Why on earth isn't one Almighty God enough? I expect our argument will go on indefinitely. They practically believe the New Testament word for word, claiming that it was inspired by God. They say, why, if the New Testament was not inspired, has not some other book been written since to take its place in the religious life of man since man has been steadily advancing intellectually and spiritually since the Apostles' time? It's hard to