Goldfoot Farm, Scotia, N.Y.
Wed., July 22, 1925
We have jobs! Both of us! Working on a farm! This morning Mrs. Morowski came running out in the rain waving a newspaper, containing a want ad for a farm hand. We set out immediately to persuade the unknown farmer that he needed both of us. The rain simply poured down, but could not dampen our spirits; it did, however, dampen those of the motorcycle, causing a short circuit. We hated taking the time to fix it, scared that someone else would nab that job.
However, no one did--but neither did we. The man was sure he needed only one person, adding that Bill looked higher priced, anyway, than he cared to pay. Whether this was a compliment we never could determine. At any rate, the man told us about neighbors who might need two people.
Upon arriving at this second farm, down a muddy sideroad, we must have looked so wet and bedraggled that we were engaged purely out of pity, for the folks kept reiterating they should not spend the money on help this season. However, Bill's boast that he was a good milker clinched the matter. So we are hired help at $75 a month for both, with board and keep. I'm to assist with the housework and Bill to milk and work in the fields.