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potatoes baking in the coals, so jolly, she brightened up and you could see what a normal, happy, responsive girl she really is under everything. She told me she loved the woods and the outdoors, always had. She even forgot herself enough to say how glorious it is to be alive out in such beauty. It was so warm, I took off my coat, and my Phi Belt pin on my white shirt "looked so good to her again." I saw her look at it often, and then look away. Over the fire, she said, "You know, Ken, I don't feel as I used to anymore. I'm going to do things again for I feel that John is with me all the time, doing then with me.".....I hope you haven't minded me telling you so much about this girl, Mother dear. You can see, I think, what a beautiful character she has, and to meet people like that is as good for the spirit as hearing wonderful music, to me at least.

On Big Four No.33 
Cleveland and Cincinnati, 
May 14, 1926.

Am passing through Shelby, Ohio, on my way to Louisville. As I look back upon the past weekend in Meadville, it shines out as a beautiful experience, a section of life that might be called true living. On Sunday we spent a good deal of time in the country walking and motoring. Swift, the attractive young Englishman; Fleisher, the German, Ken and I, took a walk after dinner and the countryside was lovely. I thought of Europe and doubted if anything could be much lovelier than this picture of spring in among the hills, the trees in blossom, white and red and lavender, the fields blanketed with tiny forget—me—nots, the sky so blue, the landscape a patchwork of green-brown forests and tan plowed fields in among meadows as clean and clear and fresh as the season itself. We four walked along, the English boy, the young German, and the two Yankees, bygones bygones, friends and companions and co-appreciators of beauty in a land far away from those fields where the world flamed in men's madness, and it seemed to me to be a rather good thing to think of; it sent a bit of a thrill through my heart....... After we'd returned from our walk, Ken and I were invited by Mrs. Hazen to take a ride with them in old Mr. Hotchkiss's Cadillac. We followed the dirt roads, that took us through more lovely country. But on that ride, it was Alice Hazen who interested me most. While we were driving up through the Allegheny campus, Mrs. Townsend pointed out some of the chapter houses to me and naturally I inquired where the Phi Delt house might be. At this they said, "Are [[underlined]]you[[/underlined]] a Phi Delt?" and it developed that Dr. Hazen was a Phi. So that seemed to link me to them somehow and Alice and I had much more to say to each other than before., it seeming to comfort her to find I was a Brother of the Doctor's. She told me rather wistfully of the parties she'd gone to at the house ever since she was a little girl so it seemed.