It’s after 2:00 AM when Dart starts this letter. He and his folks went out to visit Uncle Guy tonight. While there, they got a call from Guy’s son Jim in Newton Falls. His car had died and he wanted Dart to drive Marg’s car all the way to the eastern suburb of Cleveland. Dart complied, with his folks following him in the family car. It was after midnight when Dart arrived at Jim’s house in the old decrepit Ford. He was invited in for coffee while he awaited his parents’ arrival. Rather than leaving when they arrived, everyone sat around chewing the fat for another 45 minutes, finally leaving for home around 1:15. In Dart’s mind, the evening was a success because he was able to sample a hearty selection of delicious snacks at the houses he visited. It’s nice to know that the Peterson’s old jalopy is still a worthy lifeboat for the “rich relations.”

The new trolley cars had their baptism of “fire and brimstone” today.  “Everybody in the city of Cleveland hurried to see for himself if streetcars really can be modern. All of them went away somewhat flattened, but convinced that the days of the outmoded trolley are numbered and the day of the ‘in-moded trolley’ is merely dawning.”

He reports that huge crowds, operator errors and equipment failure plagued the transit system, but most people are confident those are just temporary troubles. Pop got his first ride today and finally was convinced that the new cars are something to get excited about.

Dart started two new classes today; Survey of Colonial American Literature, and Fundamentals of Business Organization. The first “promises to be a rough, rugged course, with a former Naval Academy instructor as the prof.” All of his classes have started out at full speed, and Dart reports that this promises to be challenging term with lots of homework. He’s not worried, but he knows he’ll have to dig deep, and keep digging until it’s over.

Golly, how he misses Dot! He wishes they were discussing his classes in person, “with each of us wearing another ring.”