Last nigh Dart had such a debilitating headache that he went to bed without doing any homework. He awoke with the same affliction. Tonight is the first time in 6 days that his head has not been pounding. These headaches were with him at Sunapee, they follow him from school to home. Today he nearly keeled over a few times and he can’t recall how he got from one class to another. It may be almost time to go see Dr. Singer.
Tonight he felt well enough to attend his first class in prose workshop. He thinks he’ll like this class, although it may be at cross-purposes with his journalism class. He’s been warned that the instructor, Miss Tallmadge, is screwy and difficult to get along with. She seemed okay to him this evening.
He has finally received the letter Dot wrote as soon as she returned to Greenwich from Cleveland. He’s glad she had such and easy trip, but he’s as sorry as she is that her dream of him accompanying her was not real.
He hasn’t picked up his vacation film yet because funds are short. His GI Bill check was wrong so he had to turn it in and wait for the corrected one. Then he was forced to pay the rent when it came due because his parents have no money. “If Mom, Pop, or I don’t get jobs soon, we’ll be moving into the garage with the Chariot. Our building is about to be sold to the highest bidder, which may force us out, jobs or no jobs. Maybe I can use my ruptured duck as a shield when the eviction notice comes.” Gosh, it seems as though things have become quite dire in the Peterson household.
He tells Dot to tell Janie that he’d be delighted to have her help every night on his Spanish class, on one condition: every time she comes over, she must bring that cute cousin of hers – Arthur Chamberlain’s youngest daughter.
“I’m anxious to learn how you made out on your tests for the phone co. I hope you come out okay and that you like the job. ”
The daily report on Cleveland’s new trolley cars is rosy. The crowds have thinned, the mechanical errors are working themselves out, and the system is able to keep to schedules rather well. The citizens of the city seem to be pretty well in favor of the modern marvels.
“Good night, my Dearest. I hope you have all sorts of good luck in school and job.”
Then he adds a PS: “Mrs. Shaffer asked Mom if we were married. She said we acted it and looked like we should be.”
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Dot writes to Dart after attending her eldest sister Harriet’s baby shower. Most of the guests were much older than Dot and most were surprised to learn that she was going to be married in less than a year. Dot was still fuming from all of the comments of “Oh, but you’re so young!” She was especially irked when those comments came from women who’d been married at age 18! “Thanks goodness I’ll be living in Ohio where I’ll have some friends my own age!”
Aside from that, the shower was a huge success and Harriet has all she’ll need to take good care of either Peter Carl or Gretchen Ann.
Eleanor has finally had enough of being pushed around and abused by her employer D. W. Rogers. She resigned yesterday, as her father has been urging her to do for months. She’s been long working hours of unpaid overtime and when her boss asked her yesterday why her monthly reports weren’t done, she replied that it was hard to keep up when she was doing three people’s jobs.
It’s after 1:00 AM and she must go into NYC tomorrow, so she bids Dart good night. Incidentally, she begs him to come for Christmas because she doesn’t think she can bear to go until June without hearing his voice or seeing his smile.