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[[underlined]]To Willie, June 7, 1925[[/underlined]]: It is almost time for me to go back to Schenectady again (I think I shall have to get a short nickname for Schenectady, as it is such a trial to write). I go back on the train, of course, Del and George probably being well on their way to Chicago by this time. As I ride down the valley tonight, I think I shall write some to you providing that I can get a seat that isn't over the trucks. In a case like that, writing becomes a matter of holding the pen still and letting the train shake the paper around beneath the point. If one were sufficiently familiar with the configuration of the New York Central's roadbed between here and S___ (and I begin to feel that I am a growing authority on the subject) one might be able to find an entrancing story in such a letter. One would read

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read, "[[illegible scrawl]]" (Little Falls – speed limit 35 miles – reverse curves) or "[[illegible scrawl]]" (Now we are coming int. Canastota, etc., etc.
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I shall write you more on the train later. It is time to leave now.

[[underlined]]To Willie, June 9, 1925[[/underlined]]: I am enclosing a picture that I cut out  of "American Machinist" showing a new lathe which Niles-Bement-Pond has just installed here. It gives some idea of the immensity of those machines I have told you about. This one is in the Turbine Department, of course, and is used to turn and grind generator rotors up to nine feet in diameter and forty-five feet long. It is an immense affair. I'd like to run it. (Picture on next page)

[[underlined]]to mother, June 15, 1925[[/underlined]]: On the Waterfront, Albany, N.Y. After reading the heading, you are given one guess as to where I decided to spend my half-holiday. You are right –- in Albany. I do like to come over here by the river (the nearest connection I can make with the ocean right now) and enjoy that peculiar pleasure that I get by letting my imagination carry me away. The river appeals to my imagination so. It seems to almost make another boy of me somehow and awakens in me a desire to be a real part of this marvelous world. It seems to have the most profound effect on me –- it stirs my ambition –- it calls me out of all the little, petty (as Dr.A would say) ways of life to something bigger and finer. I can't explain quite how it does affect me. I have 

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changed Patty to petty.