Dear Bessie:

   Here's where you get your letter on time. This is Good Roads Day and I am hoping to escape the road. There seems to be no interest in good roads out here this year. The Kansas City Star and Judge Gilbert are not at all interested. The Star because it has its road, and Gilbert for personal reasons I suppose.

   I actually put in a day's work yesterday unloading a car of hay. It seems funny for us to be buying hay but when it can be bought for $8.25 a ton and then we can sell what we have for $12.00, it raises money. It seems that I am really going to have a right steady job the rest of this week running a new plow. It will he somewhat slower than pushing Sal around but I can stand it. A riding plow gives one a chance to think of all the meanness he ever did and all he intends to do. I have memorized a whole book while plowing forty acres. When I run out of something to think of I count the revolutions of the plow wheel and figure how many acres there are left. I have learned how many square feet and square yards there are in an acre.

   Papa's raising a rumpus for me to take him out on the road in the auto! Imagine working the roads in a machine. It suits me. I hope to see you this week anyway if the plow doesn't come. You really owe me two letters

Sincerely,

Harry