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May 30th, 1929
Dear Diary: 

Visited Air Transportation at their suggestion (to Toledo previously.) They found my appearance compatible with the articles I had submitted. The hat and the veil helped me overcome stage fright.

Result I. Sold $50.00 worth of pictures and "bon mote" to them and more patience and true appreciation of Waco.

Result II. Expect reporter's job in Cleveland in the Fall. Motive: my son can then have only five days in dormitory in University School - which is highly desired - result - he and his baby sister not weaned so much and I need him for my heart too. 

Result III. Universal completion of sale of potential personal and business greatness of my children's fathers, who died young after anything but the futile 29 years they thought they had lived-Waco! Justification - lives must [[work be ?]] future.

May 31st, 1929
A.M.

Dear Diary:
I visited the brokers on Wall Street - the veil plus Waco card brought an audience, receptive to my thoughts. 

Convinced the brokers I was completely honest, and of my complete knowledge of and living of Waco - and of the future value and foresight they would display in listening to my history of Waco before issuing stock. 

Result - a few thousand dollars possibly made aside from securing my present [[inserted]] financial [[/inserted]] interest - aside from trying to keep Waco clean - so it could live to a posterity, so that the efforts of two clean men could remain clean to posterity!

P.M.

Dear Diary:

Results: Visit to Air Transportation. Warm reception. Saturday Evening Post wants 80,000 word story at at least 25 cents per word - lawyer consulted on angles of story-for a censor. Movies with my camera for Air Transportation editors. Publishers are my friends. 

P.S. -- En route to McAlpin - this is a full confession of the only gold digging - I vamped a poor little Jewish boy into a limeade. It's this way: I didn't want to get lost from Wall Street uptown, and since it was so hot we had a limeade - and, though I hate to let the unfairness of his being male and I female cost him a dime - (he was decent enough to have asked directions of) + revealed a good sense of values, - took away some Aviation and Waco interest and I maintain I sold it all to him cheap - Sh! - little Quaker conscience.