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[[underline]] To Mother, November 4, 1925: [[/underline]] Guessing becomes a fine art in the AC Engineering Dept., by the way. We are called upon to guess about everything when someone is in a hurry. We guess the price, size, excitation and efficiencies of motors that have never been designed. ...... My new boots got quite a breaking in yesterday. I wish you could see me in my new outfit. My shoes are great, don't wet through easily, and are exactly the proper size -- 6. I sewed four buttons on my red shirt, so that is serviceable again and the brown army trousers are all right too. I'll send you a picture sometime.

[[underline]] To Willie, November 4, 1925: [[/underline]] This is one of those occasions that there is no excuse for. I can't think of anything particularly interesting to write about. What a confession to make! It seems as though every minute of the day should furnish something interesting, something one has thought of, or heard, or seen, or done. ...... One of my old friends, Betty Brooks, has a little daughter and they named her Barbara Ann Brooks. Isn't that a pretty name? It's almost as good as Ann Hutchinson Hoyt. But the prettiest name of all to me is Beatrice. Ever since I was old enough to read St. Nicholas and hence, "Beatrice of Greenwood," Beatrice has been my favorite through thick and thin. Not even Willette can quite top Beatrice, I think. You don't mind my saying that, I'm sure, for it does not alter my love a bit. I shouldn't mind if you told me you liked "Orlando" or "Gustave" better than Forman, for what's in a name? What name do you like best for a boy, by the way? We might as well each hurl our respective ideas at each other. Beatrice forever!

[[underline]] To Mother, November 5, 1925: [[/underline]] I am enclosing an extra copy of a letter I wrote yesterday. The stenographer made one too many so I had a sudden inspiration to send it to you so you can see that I am a real designing engineer now. The letter was written to Dave in regard to one of his jobs that I worked on. Next week is my last one in Mr. Berkshire's office. Then it is really into overalls again for about a year or 15 months of test, a great experience so they say, and very worthwhile. I consider the last nine weeks very well spent too. I have really learned an awful lot, not as much as I would have liked to, but still a very great deal.

[[underline]] To Willie, November 7, 1925: [[/underline]] I seem to feel a sort of loyalty to Union although, as I once told you I guess, my nearest connection to it is a very distant one, my great-great-grandfather for whom I am named having graduated in the class of 1794. Sometimes I stop to think that no doubt he walked over the same ground that I am walking today, and it gives me a queer feeling. Union is a pretty little school and is just like the small colleges they write books about. It is really not at all bad. ...... This morning I designed a motor for Dave in one hour