{EVANGELICAL LUTHERAN SYNOD OF CANADA

REV. J. REBLE, D. D. PRESIDENT

104 HUGHSON ST. N., HAMILTON, ONT.

REV. N. WILLISON, B.A., B.D., LITT D. VICE-PRESIDENT

18 VICTORIA AVE. S., HAMILTON, ONT.

REV. H. R. MOSIG, GERMAN SECRETARY

NEW HAMBURG, ONT.

REV. C. H. LITTLE, B.A., D.D., S.T.D., ENGLISH SEC'Y

177 ALBERT STREET, WATERLOO, ONT.

REV. E. HOLM, TREASURER

CONOSTOGO, ONT. } August 23, 1931.

Dear Mother:

Your very welcome and interesting letter reached me yesterday morning and was highly enjoyed. I preached at Galt this a.m. It was probably my last Sunday there, as my Bridgeport people are rather restive over having all evening services and my first obligation is to them. I made no announcements as to services next Sunday at Galt, but left the matter in the hands of the president of their conference. I will be at Bridgeport to-night and thereafter every Sunday morning. Prof. Sandrock arrived in Kitchener at his son’s Thursday evening of last week. He began unpacking his household effects Friday, and had Arthur helping him all day Saturday. They will still have another day’s work Monday before everything is put to rights. Prof. and Mrs. Sandrock will live in the Neudoerffer house adjoin the Seminary. I have no doubt that you enjoyed Bikle’s visit very much and that it was an equal pleasure to him, the flying trip being an additional agreeable experience. In your letter you said “The Woohing folks left us etc.” Bonnie

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remarked: “That is enough to make Hazel turn up her aristocratic nose.” But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her; and we sure won’t tell her. So that’s that. As to the dozen corn ears that I ate, I will leave Eileen to set you straight on that score. We give all ears of the size you materialized to Henkel’s hens. Bonnie says to tell you that after the meal the table does resemble a horse’s manger, but that it is mighty good while we are eating them. I took first prize on corn at the horticultural fair again this year, as I have done for several years past. I also took first prize on my squash and would have got it on potatoes also had my exhibit not been disqualified by a mistake in putting in the wrong number. The flower exhibit was the most gorgeous I have ever seen. Some of the exhibits would take prizes anywhere. But the fair was so poorly patronized and the society lost so much money on it that this will probably prove the last of its exhibitions. We are still having corn in abundance and I can still eat from eight to ten ears at a sitting. I gave away 85 ears one day last week. Frederick has just waked up from his afternoon nap. He said, “Daddy, I had a nice sleep.” He always wants to go with me or his mother for “a nice walk.” Bonnie is taking a snap of him this afternoon. Florence says she has no recollection of the incident you mentioned and has her doubts as to whether she was ever so naughty. Bonnie continues to improve

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and was writing a few letters to-day. She intends to write to all of you folks; but just when she will be able to carry out her good intentions I can’t say. Her time is well-taken-up and she does a lot of work. In fact with Eileen’s and Marion’s assistance, she does all the work except the washing, which is done by a German woman who comes in once a week and does it for $2.50 a washing. Marion’s “Howie” has a birthday to-day his 19th; and in honour of the occasion his parents gave him a trip with Marion’s accompaniment. They all drove down to Port Dover this a.m. and this p.m. sailed across the lake to Erie, Pa. So Marion is at present probably in your country under the stars and stripes. I don’t think, however, that she will be so impressed with the U.S.A. as Carol was with the south in general and the Old North State in particular. I am just the opposite of you in writing material. I have plenty of paper, but envelopes are as scarce as hen’s teeth, which as you know are the scarcest things in the world. Hence I am using the big long envelopes which are awfully deceiving and make it appear that you are receiving a big long letter, when it is actually a maximum of material and a minimum of news. I am

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taking my swims regularly again in the waters of Silver Lake. I stopped for a week or so on account of the water’s getting into my ears and making such a roaring sound for several days that I could scarcely hear. However, since I’ve let up on stunt swimming and don’t churn up the water so badly, it doesn’t get into my ears or make me [?]; and so I am O.K. But I must close for this time. With love and all good wishes, I am

Most Sincerely yours,

[signed] Carroll

P.S. Arthur made A’s

on his two Greek

matriculation papers.