Dec 22, 1919 -        
     There is the old thrill of the outdoors -
     Winter dawn is like something calm & self contained – down on the hill above the factories – The smoke goes up from a hundred chimneys into the quiet air; straight up then bends suddenly, eastwards – It forms a brown veil at this height and hangs motionless over the town; from the factories & railroads comes an exciting roar of machinery; that complements the steady up-pouring of smoke -
     There is romance at every angle.[i]