(seq. 33)

Jan 21 19
McClain Hosp
Waverly Mass

Dear Dr Van Waters

Weary was I last evening upon reaching
Wuthering Heights here in Waverly, by my
humble heart was happy for I had seen
you for a short while.

Sorry's not the word to learn of your
not feeling in the best. You are Dr Van Waters
* God nor Man, can even break your great
supernatural gift of holding up under
any strain be it mental, physical or shall
we call it works of State.

As I walked down the road last evening
in early dark, memories flooded this
mind of mine of our great days of the
Rangers. Dr, The Rangers have changed or
have I. When you were talking about
the Rock, near Hilltop, do you recall. The
time Dr. E. Woods our beloved Ranger now
in Japan was our guest & one of the Rangers
sang. The beauty of the view echoedd across the
barren woods & fields.

The Sign post brigade - when Helen Whitehead
Irene Shillen went up the trees like monkeys
and hailed them all, we all did a good days
work and oh! the glorious fun & laughter.