When they left, instead of going straight out to Schurren­berger’s we went out Lincoln to Euclid down which we went to the railroad. The full moon shone cold in the dark sky. At the foot of Euclid a train rushed past and I remarked on the beauty of the smoke which was white and ghostly in the still moonlight. Merle compared me to Wordsworth, and advised me to write and “Ode to Smoke!” We had lots of fun over this, but at the Depot when another train went by, the smoke of this being crimsoned by the light from the furnace even she thought it was pretty.[i]
                                                                Wednesday March 15, 1911
     Yesterday dawned bright and cold, and everything was frosty but as the morning wore on, mists began to gather and at noon it began to rain; all afternoon it continued to rain and even into the evening, when the air began to freshen a little.
     The Vernal Equinoctional Storms came down to-day with a vengeance; a storm, I imagine had “formed over the Gulf of Mexico,” gathered reinforcements at “the Missouri Valley” and “moved east­ward.” Morning’s dawn was beautiful. In the east a few crimson clouds were spread fan-like