Yonkers, N.Y.
Sun., Sept. 13, 1925
You never can tell where you'll be, one day to the next. Ten days ago Bill received a wire from Dr. Strobel, his Mother's second husband, telling about a recent accident to his car, and asking Bill to come down to Yonkers to straighten out some sort of legal trouble it had caused. So we stored our camp-gear in the Morowski's barn and left Schenectady immediately. Driving all night, we arrived in Yonkers at 4 A.M., awakening the household.
Today Bill heard a dealer's demonstration of the talking movie, in which he had been interested, and I am just over a light touch of the flue.
Dr. Strobel's legal troubles are not too serious and are now settled. Tomorrow we leave for Schenectady.