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Those were the ideal days of all his married life He is here today (Sunday) on the other side of the office "in conference" with the farm press manager Marco - another artist gone wrong. We ought to be shot at sunrise -- a beautiful (not a silly chromo of a sunrise) -- wheron we should look at the last moment to realize what fools we have been.

Dick and Ida are with him on this trip. First time I have seen Dick since the accident. He seems to be coming out of it all right. Drags one foot a little, and is nervous. But he seems to be all okay mentally, and has picked up flesh. Nothing short of a miracle the way he was grabbed at the edge of the grave.

Only a snatch of work at my second story now and then -- God -- how I wish you were here to get your angle on some things of which I have been a close spectator. The best yarns of life are not often spun in books

I got "Arlie Gelston" and "Cane." Have just finished Sergel's book. His "psyching" of his characters is fascinating -- particularly of that Gelston girl. There are fine moments -- but for me, he outdoes Sinclair Lewis in his meticulous photography. I think it worth while to plunge into the thoughts of people to follow up all channels even the muddy ones -- but I'm damned if I