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Mon-Aug. 22 - On way to Gallup stopped at chapel to see the finishing of panels. Romando & Velino still working on the abstracts bordering their [[ainnge?]] designs. Panels very unfinished but shipping by truck today. My own trip to Gallop a pleasant affair in Mrs Atkinson's Cadillac sedan with Mrs Harris and my old friend Alice Schille, & a colored chauffeur at the wheel. Stopping at Navajo Motor Inn - new and clean. Tues. Aug. 23 - All were tired this morning and we had a late start to the ceremonial grounds and found the mural panels almost all up. They were placed low - in fact resting on the table that runs the length of our exhibition space. They looked lame tame & tawdry. I admitted my fault arriving so late. All our exhibiters complained bitterly the lack of space - not half of the doilies, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] curtains and brick brac cargo up - ""but all that waste space at the top, three feet wide and twenty feet long! Why [[strikethrough]] was that not [[/strikethrough]] were the murals not put there where they belong & that space made use of below by your exhibits?" But no one seemed to know why. "Then lets raise these panels & give you that space." "There isn't time". "But we can't leave the murals down here they look like hell." They can't be raised - too high. ""Let me bring in my colored man to help," pleaded Mrs Atkinson. "Surely if all go to work it can be quickly done -" With a sigh the change was permitted But - I sent my crowd all off to Quni - and Chapman, the [[Judlan?]] boys & I all heave to & soon they were in place looking quite decent in spite of their unfinished condition - and Miss Morrow went on with her arranging. There were no end of difficulties during all the hot day and the heat in that tin house was frightful. Mr. Sloan said - "Here you have a pageantry more magnificent than [[Oberauiduesgau?]] and no decent housing for it". [[strikethrough]] To see [[/strikethrough]] This is the colossal disappointment of Gallup. The poor Indian chaps who brought the truck down to Gallup had a day and a night of it - ran into telephone wires, were almost arrested as well as near electrocuted, were obliged to travel slowly and had no sleep all night. "That," explained Tracy "is why we are so cranky-" (over)