534 BEACON STREET 

 BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS 



February 24, 1925. 



Dear Mr. Dearie: 



When I look at your little card and 

 realize that it was written on January 21st I am 

 indeed ashamed that so much time has passed and 

 you have had no word from me. 



You may have heard from Hal, if you 

 have seen or heard from him lately, of my enforced 

 rest from my activities. I strained my back 

 through persisting in some exercises, that I believed 

 were good for me, but that proved too much of a 

 strain. These preceding a hard fall on the side- 

 walk during our January ice siege, made it necessary 

 for me to have medical treatment and an X-ray. 

 The wonder of this last I am still awed by! Never 

 having had either intimate or personal experience 

 with it, I am now an enthusiast. It is indeed a 

 marvel . 



I have been confined to my room for 

 a little over a month. Practically inactive, but 

 with the aid of a stenographer and dictation have 

 kept myself busy to a degree, and somewhat amused. 

 Trying to keep up my personal correspondence, and 

 work in the American Federation of Organizations 

 for the Hard of Hearing, which I have been able to 

 carry on through correspondence, in a measure, haB 

 kept me occupied. The Guild being so near, I have 

 kept in touch more or less with its doings. The 



