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[[underlined]] To Mother, October 1924 [[/underlined]]: Dana Bennett certainly sounds like a real man of the world, going to Oxford to finish his education. And his becoming a playwright -- well, I hope he makes a success of it. I shouldn't be surprised if he did, he is so startling. ...... I should love to hear from Dode. I was rather contemplating writing to her myself sometime. ...... I found a mistake in the boss'es job which made me feel rather well. I fear I could not explain this to you as easily I did the relay some time ago, as this job involves transformers, current transformers, auto-transformers, thermal relays, accelerating relays, oil circuit breakers, lockout coils, trip coils, controllers, contactors, interlocks, etc. It took me several hours to dope it out myself. ...... We ate in Bldg. 2 Office Cafeteria tonight and it was great. We are planning to desert the Owl. And it is cheaper than the Owl.

[[underlined]] To Willie, November 4, 1924 [[/underlined]]: It is queer but I have been rather blue the last few days, and here come lots of letters to cheer me up when I need them. Some people call those things coincidences but when happen time and time again, they hardly seem like coincidences to me. The longer I live, and the more things I see, and experiences I have, the more I wonder how people can be atheists. ...... Your turbine-generator is slowly taking form and I see it every day. At present, they have a huge drilling machine syanding [sic] beside it for drilling the holes in the bases and flanges. On the turbine work, they assemble the machine and then bring the machine tools [[underlined]] to the job [[/underlined]]. I took Mother through Bldg.60 last Saturday and it was fun to see her amazement at what was going on. ...... I never could agree with Omar in his idea of the scheme of things, except in his conception of hell: "--And Hell, the shadow of a soul on fire." ...... As Sara Teasdale says:

The world is tired,
The year is old,
The fading leaves are glad to die.
The wind goes whistling with cold
Where the brown reeds are dry.

It is a rather sad time of year, I think, but one knows that all the potential beauty that is hidden in all those bare trees and bushes will bloom again. The thought of spring is plenty to cheer us up, if the passing of autumn does sadden us a bit.

[[underlined]] To Willie, November 11, 1924 [[/underlined]]: Your letter certainly was a pleasure to read, for I was in sympathy withall you said, especially your lines from Wordsworth. One of the boys in the other room happened to be playing some rather sad, appealing little song on a guitar, which made the atmosphere for reading poetry almost ideal. It is wonderful how music can change the whole aspect of things, isn't it? I brought a volume of Shelley home from the library last night, and ran across a couple of things

Transcription Notes:
"withall" in the last paragraph should be "with all" but I left it as typed.--thomasc