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acquaintances. Shortly after my wheel left another friend called and immediately assumed the aggressive. He picked up a tennis ball and began to bombard my posters upon the walls. Seeing that he might do dammage if he were permitted to go on, I called Joseph to my aid and the both of us tried to put the bellicose visitor out. But he didn't want to leave, and he didn't. This precipitated a battle in which boxing gloves and tennis balls filled the air, and when the struggle was finished he was the proud owner of a black eye, the result of Joseph's vigorous commanding, and I possessed a bruised finger. That was my last visitor and when he was gone, I had an opportunity of finishing my letter. I'll be home Friday

Good by - Fred