From his brusk and somewhat sarcastic letter, you can tell Dart’s not in the best of moods. He awoke this morning and found that Dot was still gone. It’s a lonely place without her.

He reports that Uncle Tom stopped by Saturday night after the Shaw football game. They played much better than last week and ended up winning.

This afternoon, Dart renewed  his driver’s license and then put the numbers on the little red trolley car he’s been working on. He grudgingly states that it looks okay, he guesses.

This evening, he attended a rail-fan meeting. It was not as nice a group as the model-makers club he’s joined. He thinks he’ll stick with his own group, but keep an eye on the activities of the rail-fan group and join them occasionally, if the topic interests him.

In making out a schedule for his mother, he stumbled across an “inexcusable error” in his class schedule. He was so angry at himself that he felt like cussing – so he did. “Of all the stupid blunders! I thought sure I’d checked it out okay, but now I’m fouled up. Phooey! Maybe I can change it some way. Such colossal thickness shouldn’t happen.” (That’s another advantage of the modern way; the double-booking of classes cannot happen when computers do all the thinking.)

He thinks he’ll look for a part-time job, if his studies allow, if he finds one he likes, and if it pays enough. He feels like a bum now and he doesn’t want to become a worse kind of bum. He feels he should at least try to earn his meager meals.

He asks Dot to excuse his writing. He’s feeling like a complete mess over the blunder in his class schedule. He must get to school early and try to straighten things out. Maybe he can take a Monday evening photography class instead of Wednesday morning.

While he was driving tonight, he saw more padiddles than ever before. Darn! Such a waste, with no Dot around to take advantage of them.

He wishes her good fortune in her job hunt.