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little boy came by and joined in the end of the conversation. As we left
them and headed for the foot path to the Burg we met two more young boys
(Alford and Bernhard) who walked with us to the edge of town and
mentioned among other things having received an electric train and a
game of "Monopoly" for Christmas. We took half an hour to walk
(rather climb) up the hill and all arrived breathless at 1pm.

(At 2 pm we had a long dull meting explaining procedures and
filling out registration for every govt, local, county, QS, in existence.)
The people in Beutelsbach are very friendly, being well accustomed by
now to Stanfordites and they all look "well-fed" and very rosy
cheeked (especially the children) and handsome. The town is less
"picturesque" (in the tourist sense) than I had expected, but
certainly no less interesting because of this. There is no snow
anywhere around - a situation universally acclaimed as very
unusual for this time of year. So we should expect it soon.

As for my room, it is brand new, still smelling of fresh paint
in the section just added to Stanford Haus, the men's dorm. A
simple diagram is shown below:

[drawing of the dorm and furniture layout]

From our window we have an unobstructed and absolutely
breathtaking view of the Remstal valley - farmland and several
small villages - Stumpfelbach, Endersback, and Beutelsbach being