Saturday March 25, 1911.
     This has been a wonderfully warm and springy day.  Not a cloud appeared all day and the sky was a very deep intense blue.  This morning was ideal; and the sun was so bright and warm.  As the day wore on from morning, to quiet non and afternoon, the air became dead and the sun almost hot.  The roads are getting dryer all the time and more solid.
     In the morning we worked down at Mullins, as usual.  Most of the time I was stamping envelopes to go out.  Bill make good him time; he sold thirteen fifty-cent tickets among the office-force and got six promised!  And I haven’t sold any yet!
     After dinner, just as I was getting ready to go doen to the barber-shop, King called up and wanted to know what I was going to do this afternoon.  When I replied I had nothing on he asked Bill + I to come out.  So I went over after Bill, who was also going down to a barber-shop, and to-gether we went down town.  At G.P. Andrews studio entrance, we stopped and I sud-