Tuesday afternoon,
2:30 o'clock

Dearest Daddy:

Mother says that your letter this afternoon says
that you are enjoying immensely Wesley's and my letters
to you. Well! since I am your dear daughter, I too read
between the lines--! You see, Daddy, Wes and I think that
Mother writes all that there is to write. She doesn't leave
anything for us to tell, even about ourselves--so we come to
depend upon her to tell all our news without our even tell-
ing her what to write.

Into this letter I am going to put some snapshots.
I haven't seen them yet--and will have to hang around until
5:30 o'clock to get them at Walgreen's. But then I'll put
them right into the letter. I had two sets finished, so, if
I remember correctly that you said the first three were of
the "Swimming Pool" up there, or something like that, you
may leave them with the Rolosons. The others we took on the
back porch (don't tell them they were taken on Sunday--as
from our clothes, etc.--it looks like wash-day)

I am all alone here--and it is thundering outside--
and the rock drill machines are buzzing outside--and the
steam shovel is still working--not minding that a storm is
coming. Centre Street is paved on the East side from one
end to the other and is rapidly proceeding from Harrison
Street to Market Street on the West Side. It is already
finished from Mahantongo Street down--South I mean--on both
sides with two way traffic. And now the trolley tracks on
Market Street are gone--and the steam shovel out here on
Garfield Square--and we have to walk almost to Sixth Street
to get the car. They are making fine progress. Centre St.
will be done for the Fair traffic.

Riggsie--and son Paul--have gone to Lancaster with
Mr. Riggs' brother--and will probably stay until Labor Day,
at least. It's good he is getting some sort of a vacation.
(By the way--the Church is so poor that it looks like I
might not get my vacation check! Boo-hoo!) I shall hope for
the best however.

Whitey made a break today--went to Reading to talk
over this job with the Jewel Tea Co. Can you feature this!
They want him to work 12 hours a day in the Ware House there
packing orders and loading trucks for $17.00 a week! He
has gone to see if they will reduce the hours, or raise the
wages, and will then go down for good next week, until he
gets one of their routes to drive. Even that pay depends

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entirely on what sales he makes--and in order to keep the job
he must write up six new customers a week. Such a job!

Freda has been very sick--and is going to come to
Warne Hospital this Wednesday or Thursday to have her
tonsils out--and after she is over that operation--she is go-
ing to have two bones removed from her nose. She asked Red
if he would be willing to drive her down to the Hospital. And
he said "With Pleasure". When she asked if he would be will-
ing to drive her home again, afterward, he said, "With Greater
Pleasure--since she wouldn't be able to talk and jaw at him--
and he and her father could have a good time scolding her and
not be jawed back at!" Isn't he the dickens?

Gee! I'll bet you're glad you aren't here right now.
The lights are dimming and brightening in a frightening way.
I'm glad I don't have to repair them--or anything like that.
I don't just like being here in this great big church alone--
it might burn down--and how could I jump from a second story
window! Ha! Ha!

Mother did Grandma's hair in a very modern way--and
all of us told her she looked 39--and healthier--etc., etc.,
and now she won't have it any other way--and thinks it queer
that Mrs. Ewig and some of the neighbors never drop in to
visit us. Get the connection?

Augusta and I went to see the Whale last night.
Weighs 70 tons--it's down at the Pennsylvania R. R. in a
specially built car--with platforms--enclosed in glass--
lit with great electric lights--charms and descriptions on
the walls--and a lecture by the Captain of the Whaling Fleet
that caught it--several of the Whaling Fleet lounging around--
in uniforms--Ticket Office out on the side-walk--saw dust
up the run-way--etc.--you'd think you were going to a circus.
Well--they did charge 25¢--but you get an explanation of
the way they kill it--and the harpoon cannon explained and
almost demonstrated. It was very interesting. But *Wesley*
Wesley isn't going to pay two bits to see a fith--dead at
that.

Benny, from Easton, is coming to see me on September
7th. He is going to be Best Man at a Wedding at Reading on
the 6th, and Sunday morning is going to drive up here. Mother
is more enthused than I am. I believe she is guilty of try-
ing to marry me off.

Well, I must stop and work. Take care of yourself
Poppy--. We all enjoy your letters immensely--but we miss
you so much--we'd rather enjoy you--!

Oceans of love--and a Whale
full of kisses (That doesn't sound
so good!)

Yours,