paintings combined.” Bertha & I became almost hysterical over that.
     PM. B & I to harbor - a lowering day, cool, and a spit of rain now & then. The harbor was lovely - the wind-beaten water of a gun-metal color, and the various boats & buildings rendered mysterious by a soft milky haze.
In the evening mail, a letter from Dora (Holderlith) Scullian who used to live across from us. She had seen the article in the Youngstown Vindicator, had mistaken one of the reproduced pictures for a scene of our backyard; one sentence bears repeating- “when one of your pictures was hung in the Library (it must have been a photograph) I used to hurry thru with my work, and go down and spend the whole afternoon looking at it.” I shouted so loud when Bertha read this that I startled the whole household. This is insincere enough in any case, but coming from Dora it was perfect. Dora was known to us boys by the cruel nickname of “Pork-Fat-legs” –Cruel, but it still seems perfectly suited for her.
                                                                 May 20, 1938- Friday.
     AM. To Harbor for more studies - especially of boats. A riotous windy day - the wind so hard I could scarcely draw. It was invigorating.
     One of Sally’s schoolmates presented her with a little male kitten of the Manx variety. On account of its tail (or lack of it) I suggested she call it “Stubby.”
     Thinking of the harbor life, and it’s (sic) leisurely character,