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of the sun and moon colliding. One man called up his boss this morning and told him that he wouldn't be down because he wanted to be home with his wife and children when the end came. Another man was arguing with an old Scotchman, claiming that the moon must be larger than the sun to be able to cover it up. The old Scotchman said, "Hold yer hand before yer face. Now can you see the door over there? Well, is yer hand larger than the door?" The other man said, "Well that's different." But the greatest question seem to be that of a possible collision between the sun and the moon. The big show is over now and no return engagement for quite a while. ...... You asked about the hydrogen gas.
When I finish with this actual work on the furnaces, I probably will be located down the line in the main office. However I shall have to drop in at the furnaces once in a while, and consult with the man about things. As a matter of fact, they understand the furnace operation so well that an explosion of any magnitude is almost impossible. When they planned to build these large furnaces though, the chemists and physicists in the laboratory claimed it was absolutely impossible –- Dr. Whitney, the head of the Research Laboratory, said they were crazy to even think of attempting it.

[[underlined]]to Willie, January 30, 1925[[/underlined]]: Shelley's beautiful "Indian Serenade" expresses how I feel for you. I wish I might write something beautiful like that myself.

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The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream. The champak odors fail, Like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, Oh beloved as thou art.
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[[underlined]]To Willie. February 1, 1925:[[/underlined]] The "20th Century" shot through here yesterday morning pulled by two huge locomotives, the first time I have ever seen a double header on a Central main line passenger train. Three and a half [[underlined]]feet[[/underlined]] of snow fell in Auburn, near Syracuse, so if eight inches is a lot for you, imagine what it was like there. It has cleared now and is thawing so we shall have to wade too in a day or so. ...... I am anxious to hear if you were able to get WGY last night. I thought of you as we sang before the microphone. You probably missed the take-off on a radio program which was given by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology crowd. It was easily the best act of the evening and did make me feel that I was almost back in