New Orleans, Jan. 5, 1924, Saturday. A dark and windy cold day. It is cheer-less to me. Visited the State Museum in Jackson Square; best in bird and mam-mals. Botany is about a failure. Museum no credit to the state, in an old building not intended for museum. Had lunch at Jansen's, speaking Creole eating. As Creole means good I thought I was going to get something fine, but it was very passable. All in all New Orleans has no charms for me. A quaint place once a long time ago, or at least poorly kept up. When will the 'South' ever pick up and bring itself abreast of the times. Many streets have gardens down the center, but the trolley lines have taken possession I may say of them. Even trees have no attention, not even trees in palaces in most cases. The ones in World Famous Quartet are all smutty and most of them uninteresting and dirty.