Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Is it good manners when you get into a car just to stare straight ahead
and not see anybody else?
A very beautiful lady in a very beautiful velvet dress got into the car
today, and without the slightest expression sat for fifteen minutes and
looked at a sign advertising suspenders. It doesn't seem polite to
ignore everybody else as though you were the only important person
present. Anyway, you miss a lot. While she was absorbing that silly
sign, I was studying a whole car full of interesting human beings.
The accompanying illustration is hereby reproduced for the first time.
It looks like a spider on the end of a string, but it isn't at all;
it's a picture of me learning to swim in the tank in the gymnasium.
The instructor hooks a rope into a ring in the back of my belt, and
runs it through a pulley in the ceiling. It would be a beautiful
system if one had perfect confidence in the probity of one's
instructor. I'm always afraid, though, that she will let the rope get
slack, so I keep one anxious eye on her and swim with the other, and
with this divided interest I do not make the progress that I otherwise
might.
Very miscellaneous weather we're having of late. It was raining when I
commenced and now the sun is shining. Sallie and I are going out to
play tennis--thereby gaining exemption from Gym.