Mon., April 5, 1926

Mon., April 5, 1926

Again no luck at the telegraph office. Bill visited both at least a dozen times. So we sat on a bench in the park where all the old folks gather to gossip; I watched the passers-by while Bill wrote again to Frank. I do wish I could sketch some of them. The kindly, old country couples who must make easy prey for the real estate sharks seem awfully pathetic to me. The same folks come every day and just sit and talk, and talk and sit. They depress me as the abandoned subdivisions depress Bill.