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Erie, Pa.,
June 11, 1930.

This evening, Ben, Jack Anderson, Bird Hawk, Ted Elliott and I went to the burlesque show at the Park. It was the vilest, rottenest show I've ever seen, without exception, and I never want to go to another "burly." Heard today that there is to be a cut in GE personnel shortly, so I hope I shall not be looking for a job in the near future. I feel pretty sure of my position but anyhow, it doesn't pay to worry. I think Jake is a little uneasy--it would be a tough break for him, just having become engaged--would be tough for any of us for that matter. The Company is apparently looking for a poor year or so.

Erie, Pa.,
June 12, 1930.

Had Harold and Katherine Holmes in for some bridge this evening and Harold and I "crashed through." Like them a lot. Schmeling beat Sharkey on a foul to become new heavyweight champ of world.

Erie, Pa.,
June 13, 1930.

Went to bridge party at Sjobergs this evening, having a "community dinner" there--much fun. They are very nice--Zelma so attractive and Roy nice too.

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That is the end of the diary until November when I was on the DL&W and it resumes briefly and will be recorded when I come to that period. Our tentative plan to go to Colorado in October fell by the wayside when I was sent to New York for the last three months of the year. As far as vacation was concerned, I think we spent it in Erie during the summer enjoying the Peninsula. While I was on the Lackawanna assignment, Willie and Bab spent most of the time in Louisville with her parents, who had sold their house and moved to the apartment on Douglas Boulevard. There is every indication that we lived quite well in 1930, even having the services of a high school girl some of the time, and buying Dodgem IV, the black-bodied beauty with yellow wire wheels that we drove the next year to Colorado. But there is one record, quite brief, that gives some specific ideas about what it cost to live in 1930, how much we spent to live, and even a hint at our income although I don't understand the latter in view of St. Lawrence's rejection of my increase to $50 per week in 1929. It is worthwhile to examine this record briefly for what it has to tell about our