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[[underlined]] To Mother, October 25, 1927: [[/underlined]] I am now a "regular" in the GE engineers bowling league and shall bowl every Wednesday night. There are six teams of five men each and great rivalry exists, a cup being offered to the team winning the league "pennant." I never have bowled much but am learning and enjoy it. It is good exercise although not outdoors. Each team is named after some apparatus symbol. My team is the "GEZ", which is one type of railway motor. Then there are the RMG's, the PC's, the PCL's, the ME's, and the DB's. It is lots of fun to get out with all the fellows that way once a week and it does a lot in knitting the whole organization together. The girls (wives of bowlers) get together to play bridge, etc. on Wednesdays. Willie is having Ethel, Adeline and Grace Headley over tomorrow evening. ...... My Chicago, North Shore & Milwaukee locomotives are coming through the factory now and it certainly is fun to see them being put together, to see the apparatus all built that one has figured on and ordered, and most of all, to see a locomotive actually operate that one has worked on and worked all out on paper beforehand. I am looking forward to an interesting time the next few months and will probably see some of Mr. Emerson when the locomotives get to test.

Erie, Pa.,
October 26, 1927.

Read this evening and here at 10:30 I'm still able to write. Hooray! I'm improving. Even Willie still continues to read on, whereas at about 9:30 she usually signifies "seepiness."

Last Sunday, Wil and I drove to Cambridge Springs. We sat for a long time on a little side road not far from a very small hamlet between Edinboro and the Spa. In the light of the declining sun, the multi-colored leaves blazed forth their glorious farewell. We sat and wondered at the beauty of it all. There in the distance was a yellow farmhouse beneath its maple trees. A bit beyond was a white farm, and even farther, a country schoolhouse perched on a knoll above a small pond, blue amid the browns and straws of October. I said to Wil, "Wouldn't it be interesting to know the life of the people living in this tiny community? To know their social relations, their diversions, amusements, loves, concerns. What romance, what tragedy perhaps, might be brewing there right now. How interesting, how fascinating to know those lives." And so we gradually learn to live, to appreciate how varied, how infinitely versatile, life is.

My "North Shore" locomotives are now starting through the factory and I'm anticipating much fun following them. My relations with W.B.N.Hawk and M.J.Baldwin of late have taken me often into the Locomotive Division where I've seen Thecla Mozdy, the little Polish stenographer. To me, there is something singularly beautiful about this girl, something very different in an intangible way. She has as beautiful a little body as