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21 June 1972 
Dear Doris: 
It is the first day of summer but not particularly summer-like. Between the cold weather and the rains I haven't been swimming but once, and then it was so cold that I made one turn around the pool and came out. Not since I have been at the pool has the season been so late. Our hurricane didn't bring wind but it rained all night and is still going. I had to go to get my eyes examined yesterday so left early but when I got home I hurried to the garden and put in my fourth planting of corn, and it was beginning to rain before I finished. But I got it in at a good time and the corn will sprout in a few days of this moisture. Now if the darned raccoons will only leave it alone I should have a good crop. They rolled my garbage pail all over the back porch to get the cover off. They are pests. 

Sunday I had an unusual party -- Elsie Froeschner invited Geo. Vogt and me and the Cartwrights over for a farewell dinner.  He picked me up around 5 and we didn't get home till nearly 10. George had a good time talking with the other-men there and enjoyed his German dinner. Elsie made potato salad they way his mother did and other dishes that delighted him. He is due to leave this week, but I don't believe he will get off till the beginning of next, he has so much to do in the way of packing up and cleaning out his office. elsie said they came to paint it yesterday and he was so mad that he swore at them roundly. we are all going to miss him. He says that he has made enough money in the stock market to retire, and that he will work on beetles though. He told me that even now he is a "wealthy man", but has been living "on a shoe string" to make this money all these years. 

Jim Peters and his asat. Geo. Zug have gone up to Boston University this week to attend the herpetological meetings. I gave Jim one of my B.U. Bostonias to look at. He doesn't know much about Boston, being a Michigan man himself. He has been awfully good to me always. At my 80th birthday he gave me $10, feeling that I was hard up. It seems as if most of my friends here are Germans. 

I am looking forward to your letter, hoping that you have good news. Is your nose all right again? And have you had any good times doing to the theatre or movies? 

Now I must get to work, though it is so dark I shall have to leave some of it for later. 

With love,