17

Nov

A sense of wild adventure in starting out for Schenec-
tady. I was almost afraid and think I should
have backed out if I had not committed myself
by the wonder created by the annoucement of
my intention. No one was aroused to interest in
the greatest organist leaving but Miss West
died to go with me. There was none to save
and we started at 6.30.

The car was full of de-oxygenated air
which made everyone more or less seasick.
A bunch of virsy(?) cheap unrestrained girls
got on. There was an answering light is
nearly every man's eye.

The church was square with a tower
on each corner and narrow long windows.
One side of the square was altar.
Three gothic arches, tall narrow, of
white stucco. Three marble altars. Three
stages of platform. Green carpet in