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Erie, Pa.,
Wednesday, May 3, 1939.
My nose seems to be healed although I'm so "infection conscious" now, I hardly dare blow it or touch it. However, that's perhaps a good thing. I was too careless that way before.

Roger has never had an A on his report card but has been hoping he'd get one this time. So when I got home and found he got 3 A's, 1 B+, and 2 B's, he was so proud, he was riding in the clouds. And Bab, who feared she had flopped badly this month, got 6 A's against 5 on her last report. So the "old man" had to pay off plenty at 10¢ per A, and 5¢ per B (for Rog). And Rog saw to it he got 8¢ for the B+ too!

Had the Downies in this evening for a visit and some bridge and as always with them, had a very jolly time.  John was in rare form and under the influence of some beer, he was superb.

One of John's favorite's is Alexander Botts, the Earthworm Tractor Co. sales manager stories in the Post by William Hazlett Upson. John tells me that Upson used to work for Caterpillar Tractor and got fired whereupon he took up this short story writing. And now he probably makes much more than he did as a tractor salesman. However, while with Caterpiller he evidently collected enough material to last him a lifetime. There is a typical case of where getting fired was the biggest break that ever happened to a man.

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