Dart’s short one-pager is written at 2:00 AM. He’s already started on some of his school assignments for next week and he studied Spanish for 45 minutes. He can’t write much longer if he hopes to get any sleep before church tomorrow.

He put Ramsdell’s Sulfur Cream on his head (for a headache?) and it feels pretty good. He can’t say much for the smell, though.

Today he earned $2.00 helping Uncle Tom clean the mimeograph that he’d bought from Case. It sounds like his trip to Washington is off now because his traveling companion’s wife is too sick for him to leave town.

Now he “must hustle off to beddy-bye,” wishing Dot would be joining him in a few minutes. (Scandalous!)

On the back of this sheet of stationery, he quips “Well, whadya looking for? I mailed you two eight-pagers earlier today.  ‘Ja expect miracles?”