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[[underline]] To Willie, September 21, 1925: [[/underline]] When you apologize for not having saved more dimes, you make me feel rather like a criminal, for, after saving about sixty or so of them, I found out it was almost ridiculous for me, under the circumstances, to go on saving them. I meant to tell you long ago. Somehow, the matter slipped my mind. I must offer an explanation for such a dastardly breach of agreement so you will understand and wont be put out with me. I found that, contrary to your experience in Louisville, that I could not keep away from the dimes as you probably inferred, partially, at least, from the fact that I collected over fifty, I believe, in about the first ten days. It got so that about Tuesday or Wednesday of the week, I would be obliged to go to the bank and draw out more money to tide me over until payday, and then on Friday, I would turn around and put all those dimes right back in the bank. It seemed rather foolish because I wasn't saving any more money. I was merely drawing other money from the bank in the middle of the week to spend in the place of the dimes I could not spend because they were dimes. So, I finally had to stop, and now I put a certain amount into the bank each week and then try to live that week on what I have kept out to live on. It seems to work equally as well as regards saving money because it is quite a game to try to keep within that limit already set. I do hope, dearest, that you will not be put out with me, for I really felt it was best to arrange things this other way. You see, the whole trouble lay in the fact that there are too many dimes, so many, in fact, that before the week was up, I had nothing but dimes, and had to resort to the bank for more money.

[[underline]] To Mother, September 21, 1925: [[/underline]] That is a very pretty picture on Mrs. Jordan's card. How I do love ships and the sea. Those old sailing vessels were awfully picturesque and interesting. In fact, to me those old days were far more fascinating than these we live in now, when life and all the affairs of the world are so terribly complex. This noon I was walking past an old carriage shop on Erie Blvd. and now, even though it is an agency for an automobile, the old sign still adorns the door -- "Benns and Visscher, Carriages and Harnesses, etc.." It was just like a last, lonely outpost of the past, almost swallowed up in this new and utterly different scheme of things. And here am I talking like this, when I am directly connected with this new life in its most spectacular phases. Oh, well, I'm gad to be constructed so I can be so thrilled by the past -- so my imagination can give me feelings and experiences that some others cannot have. ...... Today, I plunged into the mazes of alternating current calculations and haven't even begun to come up for air yet. I certainly can't complain about not having plenty to puzzle over now. I am surrounded by a dense thicket of synchronous impedences, reactions, reactances, and coils, so I can't see the light at all as yet. Am going to study some stuff tonight.