of some, the county looks far better now if Pittsburgh than east of it. A coal county is always a neglected unhealthy county. The night closes in, the Pullman is my half full, all pleasant and for trial at 9.15 P.M. Wednesday March 8, 1922. Fine and bright this morning and the land is covered with a white frost. We are 10 minutes late, and make it of of to make it again at getting into the St Louis station. I rush for the Frisier connection to find out that the train is five 3 minutes. Evidently the Frisier are not in working order with the Penn. System. On enquiry I find I cannot do better than wait for the 6.45 P.M. Frisier. The Pullman Co will redeem my sleeper ticket and hand out it on to Mr. Clemans at Chicago, backed about St. Louis and bound.