The bulk of Dart’s letter today is an enthusiastic description of an antique auto show he witnessed in downtown Cleveland today. How enchanted he was with these beautiful old machines! Just as some poets wax eloquently about the wonders of the natural world, Dart’s special gift is seeing the splendor of man-made devices. (Remember the awe with which he described the engineering marvels he worked on in the Navy?)

The winner of the “Oldest Car Running” was a 1906 Ford, which took the prize and then ceased to run again. His head was turned by the pretty curves and flashy colors of these gems. He was delighted by the brass lanterns, polished wooden spokes, and sturdy leather straps and by the racket their huge old engines made while the cars paraded up and down to the delight of the crowds and the newsreel photographer.

Tonight he and Homer attended the monthly meeting of the model railroaders’ social club. The trains, the conversation, and the delicious snacks made for a most congenial evening. He looks forward to the day when he can invite this agreeable bunch to their house for the gathering.

He hopes to be able to arrange for a car so that he can drive over to Kent in about 14 hours. There are things he’d rather say to Dot than write to her. Maybe they’ll even get a little dancing in.

No letters tomorrow, but both of our friends are back on the 26th with more romance and humor.