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 Erie, Pa., 
June 8, 1930.
Slipped through for a pretty good day today.  Helped Willie in the house this morning, cleaned out my desk, sorted photographs and installed some in my albums.  I can't help but feel a certain sadness as I look at them all, sadness that we can't go on living forever.  But as long as we can't, it should be increasingly important that we live as well as we can and that is what I am gunning for.  NOTHING SUCCEEDS LIKE SUCCESS!  So lets make it good--and better and better as we go along.  [[end entry]]
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Erie, Pa.,
June 9, 1930
Today I made fair progress in simulating a better game but slipped toward the end of the day when I decided to write Doc Gillilan a hot letter, telling Sahl about it.  Don't think I'll make it so hot after all--will rewrite it tomorrow.  The old stock market is in another reaction and we shall thank our lucky stars when things pick up and we can get out with what we put in last fall.  I've learned a good lesson--conservatism in investing.  A little money in the market is all right but most of it in bonds and preferred stocks is best.
Things are slow at the office.  They say Mr. Dodd is doing well and will be back with us in a few more weeks, after his prostate gland operations.  Hope he fully recovers for he ought to have 25 more years here to watch things move along.  [[end entry]]
[[start entry]] Erie, Pa., 
June 10, 1930.
Willie has gone to her book club tonight and Bab and I are holding down 702 W. Delaware Ave. although Bab hasn't "come to" yet, sleeping pretty soundly.
The stock market is again taking a horrid plunge and we all hope for a rally.  I have just about decided that the only attitude to take is that of a very long range investor and forget about the stuff.  Three or four years hence, it will probably be worth twice what we paid for it.  In the meantime, forget about market fluctuations--it's too disheartening altogether.
Wrote three long letters this evening--Dr. Applebee, Freddie Thalman, and Ken Walker.  Wrote the Kid day before yesterday and [[underline]] he [[/underline]] wrote [[underline]] me [[/underline]] the [[underline]] same day [[/underline]] asking why he hadn't heard from me since writing in January.  It does seem as though there must be mental telepathy.
Haven't quite enough to do at the office to make things as interesting as usual.  Omitted the hottest part of my hot letter to Doc and felt better about it.  Am doing some business with my old college lecturer, Harte Cooke, of McIntosh & Seymour in connection with the New York Central 900 hp oil-electric locomotive and their new 300 hp solid injection locomotive engine.  [[end entry]]