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August 17th.

After play last night went to Judson Hotel, and being un-
able to get a good room, took a delightfully neat little
cubby hole rather than go out on a midnight hunt for an-
other place, and slept like a top on the cot provided.
Slept too late to go to Cook's at 9:00 as promised, but
no matter, for when I did get there, no word from the Pa-
cific Mail. At noon, same thing. 1 p.m., same thing some
more; but rather than risk going on an uncertainty, I de-
cided to stay for a definite answer, which I got about 4:45,
proceeding to pay $905.68 for my ticket "over the world and
under the world and back again to you," and got $970 worth
of Cook's traveler's checks, and hiked out at 5:30 to catch
the 6:00 train for Chicago. Found my baggage and got it check-
ed and just as the conductor called "all aboard" I got on.
Was much impressed in Metropolitan Museum today by Loeb's
striking picture "The Temple of the Winds" with its sugges-
tion of sweep and illimitableness, Sorolla's new paintings,
Macmonnies' "Horse Tamers" (sculpture) and another piece of
recent American sculpture "The Despotic Age" in which a stern-
faced, materialistic victor, his brow wreathed in laurel,
drives a garland-bedecked chariot dragged by four men hard-
driven by a heartless driver, one of the men pathetic in
his age; and in the rear of the chariot two sorrowful women
bound.

What a picture of many a modern "captain of industry"!