May 18, 1938- Wed-
     All day in the studio painting on the Elevators. I put in the left (Ontario) elevator, and the big boat. These turned out alright, but the work I did on the Monarch elevator was wasted. This will require a whole new approach.
Towards evening I went out and sat on the bench in front of the shed. I felt blissfully happy, and nature never seemed so beautiful. It had been excessively warm all day, but now the day had subsided into a calm balmy state. A broad flat mass of clouds, made up of little flakey units, had spread out over the western sky, thru which the sun shone dimly.
     Sally & I ate supper alone as the rest were gone to a movie (Robin Hood). After supper we played ball awhile.
At last twilight, I sat on the bench again. A calm bright star shone in the west, just above a long bar of cloud; gradually the bar rose higher, covering the star momentarily, which soon reappeared below again. Smoke from the roundhouse came floating past in soft ragged masses, indescribably lovely - like fine black gossamer, transparent, turning the star to a tawny hue.
                                                                              May 19, 1938 Thurs.
     The morning mail brought a clipping (sent by Emma) from the Youngstown Vindicator, about my work, written by Fred Schuler, whom I had met at the Carnegie Institute. It was really a dreadful article, full of cheap sensationalism and inaccuracies. It ended up however with the following choice sentence: “He paints from the Portside, and is prouder of his Greenford wife and five children than of all his