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This is the one with the feet, very crudely done. They come out of the furnace completely covered with a beautiful, glistening coat of copper and copper oxide, the latter varying in color from lavendar to olive green and scarlet. ...... You also asked about a rotor. They are the rotating parts of a motor or generator. A rotor spider looks like this:

[[image - attached clipping, three dimensional sketch of a hollow cylinder with four rectangular blocks attached laterally to the exterior of the tube ninety degrees apart]]

See the faint resemblance to a spider? ...... My regards and thanks to Pedro for his picture. I shall have it framed at once. ...... I forgot to tell you that the Haydens do live in the Steinmetz house on Wendell Avenue, a block below here.

[[underlined]] To Willie, March 28, 1925: [[/underlined]] You are to be congratulated upon your success in making the crystals of phenyllydroxlamine (I had to look at your letter five times as I spelled that). But you must have felt proud to have accomplished a result that even the professor thought impossible. I know how I should feel if I were to make something which Mr. Steenstrup thought impossible to be made. (The compound above is a substitute for quinine.)

[[underlined]] To Willie, March 29, 1925: [[/underlined]] On the spur of the moment, I tore into the station, up onto the platform, and hopped onto a train just as it was pulling out (for Albany). When we got over there, I got mightily thrilled at all the trains as they pulled in and they pulled out, for it was during that traffic peak that I was there, when one solid Pullman train after another came through bound for Chicago, St.Louis, Detroit, Cincinnati and the west. One of those great long trains pulled out of Albany every ten minutes while I was there and it really was thrilling to see them come and go. They would come thundering across the bridge over the Hudson, and swing around the curve into the station, sparks flying from the brake shoes as the long train came to a stop. It was interesting to see the various people in the windows, sitting there in the luxurious compartment cars, all finished off in gray -- they were talking, playing cards, reading, writing. But the most interesting part of the train to me is the head end, where there is no luxury, but there is romance. The moment that huge machine comes to a stop after 110 miles of continuous travel from Harmon, a half a dozen men are climbing all over it with torches and lanterns, feeling of the bearings, poking long oil cans in here and in there, rubbing the great locomotive down, as if it were some huge athlete just come in from a long run. Four other men are up on the tender pushing the great lumps of