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91/ meeting after memorials of the recent death of faculty members had been read, [[red underlined]] Dean Barker [[/red underlined]] took occasion to thank the members of the faculty for the letters of [[red underlined]] condolences [[/red underlined]] he had received on the death of his wife. While saying these few words, Barker [[red underlined]] suddenly could not control [[/red underlined]] his emotions and [[red underlined]] collapsed on a chair [[/red underlined]] while tears rolled out of his eyes. The effect was even more striking because Barker is a strong tall well built man. [[underlined]] Nov 16. [[/underlined]] Took my new spectacles to the optician to improve the focus. (150.7801. Went to office. [[underlined]] Nov. 17. [[/underlined]] In Yonkers all day. Feel tired and unfit for work. [[underlined]] Nov 18. [[/underlined]] At office. George absent. Sent two gallons of wine to the office of J. McKeen Cattell. [[underlined]] Nov. 19. [[/underlined]] Stayed in Yonkers, preparing my lecture for Columbia Dec 7: [[underlined]] Nov. 20. [[/underlined]] Broke my eye-glasses, had to get my new set which is now at the Opticians. [[left margin red underlined]] Sarton [[/left margin red underlined]] [[underlined]] Nov. 21. [[/underlined]] (Sunday) [[red underlined]] Dr. Sarton [[/red underlined]] came here for luncheon. Is in good health and happy in his work. His [[red underlined]] daughter [[/red underlined]] has given up [[red underlined]] theatricals [[/red underlined]] and acting for which she is not fitted; also her poetry which was absurd, - and now has become a [[red underlined]] novelist. [[/red underlined]] Her first book was well received. [[underlined]] Nov. 22. [[/underlined]] At home. [[underlined]] Nov. 23 [[/underlined]] Concannon writes me from Washington that for Dec.7. the [[red underlined]] National Broadcasting Co [[/red underlined]] has prepared a [[red underlined]] short Radio talk [[/red underlined]] on my [[red underlined]] invention of Bakelite. [[/red underlined]] He sends [[end page]] [[start page]] \92 me the text which is absurd. [[strikethrough]] Wired him [[/strikethrough]] Telegraphed him accordingly. [[red underlined]] Am rewriting the silly thing. [[/red underlined]] There is a [[red underlined]] considerable reduction in our sales [[/red underlined]] since last month. All due to the reduction of general business [[red underlined]] caused by the stupidities of our politicians [[/red underlined]] in Washington and [[red underlined]] President Roosevelt's [[/red underlined]] "New Dealers". Mailed [[red underlined]] letter to Frederic Swarts [[/red underlined]] containing copy of my letter to de Selys Longchamps, Secretaire Perpetual of the Academie Royale de Belgique to which I mailed a check for [[red underlined]] $1000.00 [[/red underlined]] as our donation to the [[red underlined]] Prix Frederic Swarts. [[/red underlined]] [[underlined]] Nov. 24. [[/underlined]] At office had visit of 3 [[red underlined]] Japanese [[/red underlined]] sent by their Government for studying the plastic Industry. They had a letter of introduction from [[red underlined]] Shiohara. [[/red underlined]] Showed them around our offices, but told them politely we did not allow visitors to our laboratories or factories. Their names are: [[space]] [[left margin]] 151.105 [[/left margin]] [[underlined]] Nov. 25. [[/underlined]] Thanksgiving day. At home. Beautiful weather. Celine went to George's to meet there [[red underlined]] Dickie [[/red underlined]] Baekeland who has 4 days vacation. [[left margin]] I notice that Dickie except for blue eyes, looks more like Nina at here age than like her mother. [[/left margin]] I stayed home to attend to belated matters. All alone spent the day in pleasant meditations about our little family and all the kindnesses I have received from [[red underlined]] friends, many gone to the Great Beyond, [[/red underlined]] others still alive. Excellent music on the Radio, while [[red underlined]] rereading my diary notes. [[/red underlined]] The servants all gone, - happy solitude to be able to think of pleasant remembrances and dream of the