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very interesting although somewhat complex. ...... The Luthers leave for Skykomish the last of next week to be gone about two months. We hope to have them over before they go. ...... I wish we could have stayed with you in Syracuse all this week and then driven you to Buena Vista. I know you will like it there and like being with all of them. But I look forward to the day when you can be nearer us--with us sometime, I hope. We shall have that to look forward to. In the meantime, I am glad you can be in Buena Vista. I almost envy you, to be there in that beautiful country; I should love that. ...... So John Strong is married now. I thought he wanted to marry Louie once.

Erie, Pa.,
September 14, 1927.

One month has elapsed since I last wrote in here. Why is it so very, very hard? I think I see here the growing tendency we all have all heard so much of--as we get older, the harder it is to adopt new ways, to get out of old ruts. It is a danger and a warning. Lethargy, procrastination--they lead to the commonplaces of life. It is only through the crushing of such tendencies, that anyone can become great. "The road of by-and-by leads to the land of Never."

Of late, as ever, I have had splendid thoughts occasionally. I have seen things that have been beautiful indeed. But never do I seem to feel satisfied quite. I want to express myself, and unless I do someway, all the thrill of life that I feel, is dulled. It must have some expression in order to fully deliver its beauty to me.

Willie went to her bridge club this evening so I took our new "Dodgem" and drove downtown. I mailed Mother's letter. Then I wandered around to the State Theater and looked at the signs of Clara Bow in "Hula." The signs indicated that "Hula" would reveal practically all of Clara's shapely self to anyone willing to pay the admission price. I met Messrs. R.D.Krape and A.J.Woodward coming down the street from the general direction of "Hula" and believe they must have gone to see Clara. I did not go.

From the State, I went to the car and then drove to the Public Dock, where I parked and then walked to the upper deck under the stars. "Hula" had one kind of appeal--up there beneath the far off stars, there was another far more beautiful. On the Bay, there sparkled the light from the waning yellow moon. To the east, there flashed the lighthouses guarding the channel and the point. Now the orange flare of the great chimney telling the story of industry--everywhere a story written--of life and wonder. On the hill, the city lay, and beneath its roofs, behind its windows, in the light of all those lights, there streamed an endless number of human dramas--happiness, sorrow, crime, joy, kindness, intrigue, and a thousand and one other things all going on so near and yet