New York City Jan 3-1929, Thursday. A bright cold morning. After reading a little in the morning "The World" I went off in a cab to pier 42. Got to the pier at 9:45 A.M., and soon was aboard the large and to me palatial steamer Aaron. I had purchased berth 98, but on arriving found berths as- signed to a room with but one berth - 275. On the steamer and the Royal Mail is doing me honors, and Evidently became I am a Professor of Chief Mr. Dreezy of Bordtarn made them. The steam ship Aaron is registered at 17,000 Tons and swarms with dogs all in blue and once flecked shirts. All appear to be English, at least one with whom talk. Just as I expected English service is more delicate than abroad American shipping. At 10:45 a hand-bell is well shaken and soon "all that are aboard" have gone ashore and promptly at eleven we move out into the North River in Hudson. An hour later I sit in the main cabin, and it's has quiet air. The bustle of New York and its own daydreams autos are gone and so far I am on the quiet waters of the Atlantic, my third time. First with Gray to Greenland (1897), to Germany in 1903, and now to Bermuda. The several other times in those waters do not count.