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Erie, Pa.
Sunday, June 25, '39.
After an all too brief but very comfortable night in a sleek new Pullman, I arrived in Erie and was home about 7:30 AM to find the family just stirring about. The house showed improvement and I was soon in harness again going after one job and another. There are still a myriad of things to be done. We aren't half settled yet. Took a ride this afternoon ending up inevitably at North Girard for ice cream cones. This evening Rog had some peculiar looking spots on him that looked like mosquito bites but we couldn't quite account for all of them. Mother still very nervous and I can't get a moments peace when we are alone together. It is a bad condition for her and for us and I wish I could do something about it.

Erie, Pa.
Monday, June 26, '39.
Roger evidently had something more than mosquito bites when he woke up this morning and Willie bundled him off to Dr. Rickloff who said it was a bad case of poison ivy or shumac, and would take a week to clear up. So Rog is periodically masked and swathed in bandages with boric acid etc. and looking worse by the minute.

I was in the office all alone today. Miss Lang and I, and we sure cleared up a pile of accumulated correspondence and got the decks cleared for the New England reports for the rest of the week. She is an A-1 girl; pleasant, helpful, efficient, accurate and very attractive. 

Mac and I cooked up a letter of appreciation and mailed it to Shiloh signed "The Four Horsemen