Edison was 38 at the time and the vacation was his first sustained break from work in 26 years. The diary is almost completely unscientific, much of it whimsical or describing the mundane in purposely grandiloquent language. At this time in his life he is a widower with three children, and looking for a wife. He has already invented the phonograph (though not yet developed it commercially) and his light and power distribution system.
The vacation is mostly at Ezra Gilliland’s rented summer seashore retreat called Woodside Villa, near Winthrop, Massachusetts, on Boston Harbor. Ezra Gilliland is a friend of Edison’s from his youthful telegraph operator days, when they were known respectively as Damon and Pythias (as in the Roman legend) because of their close friendship. Damon now, that is, at the time of the Diary, works for the Bell Telephone Company, which had purchased Edison’s patents on improvements to the telephone.
Some months earlier Edison had asked Gilliland’s wife to introduce him to marriageable girls. Mrs. Gilliland, or “Mamma G” as he calls her in the Diary, introduced him to Mina Miller sometime before the vacation. He mentions Mina frequently. He also mentions Louise Igoe, another marriageable option though apparently she is more interested in Mina’s brother.
Editing has been confined to correcting a few misspelled words, separating text into paragraphs when a new subject is introduced and adding punctuation where necessary. Pagination follows the original book, though its pages were unnumbered. An underline or dash in place of letters is Edison’s. Letters in brackets are ours.
Per above the text follows the original. It is superior to the version in The Diary and Sundry Observations of Thomas Edison, edited by Dagobert Runes. For example, where Edison writes “down down to the uttermost depths of oblivion” (clearly the repetition is intentional) Mr. Runes has but one “down.”
Menlo Park N.J.
Sunday July 12 1885
Awakened at 5:15 a.m. My eyes were embarrassed by the sunbeams. Turned my back to them and tried to take another dip into oblivion. Succeeded. Awakened at 7 a.m. Thought of Mina, Daisy, and Mamma G. [*] Put all 3 in my mental kaleidoscope to obtain a new combination a la Galton. [**] Took Mina as a basis, tried to improve her beauty by discarding and adding certain features borrowed from Daisy and Mamma G. A sort of Raphaelized beauty, got into it too deep, mind flew away and I went to sleep again.Sunday July 12 1885
Awakened at 8:15 a.m. Powerful itching of my head, lots of white dry dandruff. What is this d—mnable material? Perhaps it’s the dust from the dry literary matter I’ve crowded into my noddle lately. It’s nomadic, gets all over my coat, must read about it in the Encyclopedia.
Smoking too much makes me nervous. Must lasso my natural tendency to acquire such habits. Holding heavy cigar constantly in my mouth has deformed my upper lip, it has a sort of Havana curl.
Arose at 9 o’clock, came down stairs expecting twas too late for breakfast. Twasn’t. Couldn’t eat much, nerves of stomach too nicotinny. The roots of tobacco plants must go clear through to hell. Satan’s principal agent Dyspepsia
* Mina is Miss Mina Miller, age 20. Daisy is Miss Daisy Gaston from Indianapolis, visiting the Gillilands. Mamma G is Lillian Gilliland.
** A reference to Francis Galton, who among other things studied composite portraiture. He wrote “Combined Portraits, and the Combination of Sense Impressions Generally” published in 1879.
After breakfast start[ed] reading Hawthorne’s English Notebook. [*] Don’t think much of it. Perhaps I’m a literary barbarian and am not yet educated up to the point of appreciating fine writing. 90 per cent of his book is descriptive of old churches and graveyards and coroners. He and Geo Selwyn [**] ought to have been appointed perpetual coroners of London. Two fine things in the book were these. Hawthorne shewing to little Rose Hawthorne a big live lobster told her it was a very ugly thing and would bite everybody, whereupon she asked “if the first one God made bit him.” Again: “Ghostland is beyond the jurisdiction of veracity.”
I think freckles on the skin are due to some salt of Iron, sunlight brings them out by reducing them from high to low state of oxidation. Perhaps with a powerful magnet applied for some time, and then with proper chemicals, these mudholes of beauty might be removed.
Dot [***] is
* Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804–1864), American novelist and short story writer. He kept a private journal all his life, later published posthumously. The book Edison had was Passages From Hawthorne’s English Note-Books covering the years 1853 to 1858.
** George Selwyn (1719–1791) had been a Member of Parliament in England.
*** “Dot” was Edison’s nickname for his daughter Marion, aged 12 – as in the dot and dash of telegraphy.
Nature is bound to smile somehow. Holzer [*] has a little dog which just came on the veranda. The face of this dog was as dismal as a bust of Dante, but the dog wagged its tail continuously. This is evidently the way a dog laughs. I wonder if dogs ever go up to flowers and smell them. I think not. Flowers were never intended for dogs and perhaps only incidentally for man, evidently Darwin has it right. They make themselves pretty to attract the insect world who are the transportation agents of their pollen, pollen freight via Bee line.
There is a bumblebees nest somewhere near this veranda, several times one came near me. Some little information (acquired experimentally) I obtained when a
* William Holzer was one of Edison’s glassblowers. He held several patents on methods of mass-producing the glass part of a light bulb.
At 4 o’clock Dot came around with her horse “Colonel” and took me out riding. Beautiful roads. Saw 10 acre lot full [of] cultivated red raspberries. “A burying ground” so to speak. Got this execrable pun off on Dot. Dot says she is going to write a novel, already started on. She has the judgement of a girl of 16 although only 12. We passed through the town of Metuchen. This town was named after an Indian chief, they called him Metuchen the chief of the rolling lands, the country being undulating. Dot laughed heartily when I told her about a church being a heavenly fire-escape.
Returned from drive at 5 p.m. Commenced [to] read short sketches of life’s Macauley, Sidney Smith, Dickens, and Charlotte Bronte. [*] Macauley when only 4 years old [was an] omnivorous reader, used book language in his childish conversations. When 5 years old, [a] lady spilled some hot coffee on his legs. After a while she asked him if he was better. He replied “Madam the agony has abated.” Macauley’s mother must have built his mind several years before his body.
Sidney Smith’s flashes of wit are perfect, to call them chestnuts would be literary blasphemy.
* Thomas Macaulay (1800–1859), English lawyer and historian. W. Sidney Smith (1764–1840), English naval officer. Charles Dickens (1812–1870), English writer. Charlotte Brontë (1816–1855), English novelist.
Dot just read to me outlines of her proposed novel, the basis seems to be a marriage under duress. I told her that in case of a marriage to put in bucketfuls of misery. This would make it realistic. Speaking of realism in painting etc Steele Macaye at a dinner given to H H Porter, Wm Winter [**] and myself told us of a definition of modern realism given by some frenchman whose name I have forgotten, “Realism, a dirty long haired painter sitting on the head of a bust of Shakespeare painting a pair of old boots covered with dung.” The bell rings for supper. I go.
Sardines the principal attraction. On seeing them was attacked by a stroke of vivid memory of some sardines I ate last winter that caused a rebellion in the labyrinth of my stomach. Could scarcely swallow them today.
* Thomas de Quincey (1785–1859), English writer.
** Steele MacKaye (1842–1894), actor, playwright, producer, theater manager. Henry H. Porter (1835–1910), railroad president and banker. William Winter (1836–1917), dramatic critic.
Holzer is going to use the old laboratory for the purpose of hatching chickens artificially by an electric incubator. He is very enthusiastic. Gave me full details. He is a very patient and careful experimenter. Think he will succeed. Everything succeeded in that old laboratory. Just think, electricity employed to cheat a poor hen out of the pleasures of maternity — Machine born chickens — What is home without a mother. [*]
I suggested to H that he vaccinate his hens with chicken pox virus, then the eggs would have their embryo hereditarily inoculated and none of the chickens would have the disease. For economy’s sake he could start with one hen and rooster. He being
* “What is home without a mother” is the first line of a popular song of that title written in 1854 by Septimus Winner. (He also wrote “Ten Little Injuns” which lived on into the twentieth century in simplified form as “Ten Little Indians.”)
Woodside Villa
Boston Harbor
Menlo Park NJ July 13 1885
Woke (is there such a word) at 6 o’clock. Slipped down the declivity of unconsciousness again until 7. Arose and tried to shave with a razor so dull that every time I scraped my face it looked as if I was in the throes of cholera morbus. By shaving often I to a certain extent circumvent the diabolical malignity of these razors. If I could get my mind down to details perhaps could learn to sharpen it, but on the other hand I might cut myself.As I had to catch the 7:30 a.m. train for New York I hurried breakfast, crowded meat, potatoes, eggs, coffee, tandem down into the chemical room of my body. I’ve now got dyspepsia in that diabolical thing that Carlyle calls the stomach. [*] Rushed and caught train.
Bought a New York World at Elizabeth [NJ station] for my mental breakfast. Among the million of perfected mortals on Manhattan island two of them took it into their heads to cut their navel chord from mother earth and be born into a new world, while two other less developed citizens stopped two of the neighbors from living. The details of these two little
* Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881, England) made a distinction between what he called “stomach” and “soul.”
Got through at 3:30 p.m. Waded through a lot of accumulated correspondence mostly relating to other peoples business. Insull [**] saw Wiman [***] about getting car
* Thomas Bailey Aldrich. The Story of a Bad Boy is an account of his childhood in New Hampshire and was first published serially in 1869 in Our Young Folks magazine.
** Samuel Insull, Edison’s secretary at the time, English born.
*** Erastus Wiman, a Canadian expatriate businessman working out of New York.
* John Tomlinson, Edison’s attorney. Soon after this vacation Ezra Gilliland (Damon) left the Bell Telephone Company and went to work for Edison. A few years later Tomlinson and Gilliland tried to defraud Edison in the marketing of Edison’s phonograph. Edison fired Tomlinson and severed all relations with Gilliland.
Woodside Villa July 14, 1885.
Dot introduced me to a new day at 5:30 a.m. Arose — toiletted quickly — breakfasted. Then went from boat to street car. Asked colored gentleman, how long before car left. [He] worked his articulating apparatus so weakly I didn’t hear [a] word he said. It’s nice to be a little deaf when travelling, you can ask everybody directions then pump your imagination for the answer, it strengthens this faculty.Took train leaving at 7 from Providence for the metropolis of culture. [*] Arrived there 9 am. “Coupaid” it to Damon’s [**] office. Waited 3/4 hour for his arrival. Then left for the Chateau-sur-le-mer. [***] If I stay there much longer Mrs G___ will think me a bore. Perhaps she thinks I make only two visits each year in one place each of 6 months.
Noticed there was no stewardess on the ferryboat, strange omission considering the length of the voyage and the swell made by the tri-monthly boat to Nantucket. Man with a dusty railroad Co expression let down a sort of portcullis
* Boston.
** House on the sea.
*** Damon (as in Damon and Pythias of Roman legend) was the nickname Edison used for Ezra Gilliland, a friend from his days as a telegraph operator and now working for the Bell Telephone Company. They would see one another in the course of business because Bell Telephone had acquired the patents on Edison’s improvements to Bell’s original telephone. Gilliland rented a beach cottage in an area near Winthrop, Massachusetts known as Woodside Park, and he and his wife had invited Edison to visit.
Miss Igoe’s aunt is a bright elderly lady who beat me so bad at checkers that my bump of “Stragetic combination” [*****] has sunk in about two
* Raphael (1483–1520), Italian Renaissance painter, contemporary of Leonardo and Michelangelo.
** Louise Igoe, a friend of Mrs. Gilliland from Indianapolis who was visiting Boston. She had a friend whose younger sister was Mina Miller, studying music at a school in Boston. She later married Mina’s brother.
*** Trojan princess of Greek mythology, had long beautiful hair (not necessarily blonde).
**** Phrenology, where the contours of ones head, its “bumps,” signaled personality traits, was a fad at the time.
Dot is learning to play Lange’s “Blumenlied” [*] on the piano.
Miss Igoe I learn from a desultory conversation is involved in a correspondence with a brother of Miss Mina who resides at Canton Ohio being connected with the Mower and reaper firm of Aultman & Miller. The letter received today being about as long as the bills at the Grand Hotel at Paris are, I surmise [is] of rather a serious character, cupid-ly speaking.
* Gustav Lange (1830–1889), German composer. “Blumenlied” (Flower Song) is Op.39. (He also wrote “Edelweiss,” Op. 31.)
* François de la Rochefoucauld (1613–1680), French author.
Woodside Villa July 15 1885
Slept well. Breakfasted clear up to my adams apple. Took shawl strap and went to Boston with Damon with following memorandum of things to get. Lavater on the human face – Miss Cleveland’s book – Heloise by Rousseau – short neckties – Wilhelm Meister – basket [of] fruit – Sorrows of Werther – Madame Recamier’s works – diary books – pencils – telephone documents – Mark Twain’s gummed Potentiality of Literature ie. scrap book – also book called “How Success is Won” containing life of Dr Vincent and something in about Mina’s father and your humble servitor. [*]Found that only copy of Lavater which I saw the other day had been sold to some one who was on the same lay as myself. Bought Disreali’s Curriosities of Literature instead. [**] Got Miss Cs book — Twain’s scrap book —diary books — How Success is Won. Also fruit among which are some peaches which the vendor said came from California. Think
* Julie, or the New Heloise by Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712–1778) , a French writer. Wilhelm Meister and The Sorrows of Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832), a German writer. Mark Twain’s Patent Scrapbook first came out in 1872. How Success is Won by Sarah K. Bolton (1841–1916), published that year. The other books will be described when they are mentioned later.
** Curiosities of Literature by Isaac D’Israeli (1766–1848).
Went to dinner at a sort of No-bread-with-one-fishball restaurant then came up towards Damon’s office, met Damon, Madden and Ex Gov Howard of Rhode Island. The Governor whom I know and who is very deaf greeted me with a boiler yard voice. He has to raise his voice so he can hear himself to enable him to check off the accuracy of his pronunciation. The Governor never has much time, always in a hurry — full of business, inebriated with industry. If he should be on his death bed I believe he would
Saw Hovey, a very very bright newspaper man. Told me a story related to him by a man who I never would have imagined could or would have told such stories. I refer to a gentleman in the employment of the Telephone Co who Tomlinson nicknamed “Prepositum” because he got off that word in a business conversation. His eminent respectability so impressed Tomlinson that when he came out of his office [he] asked me to take him quickly somewhere disreputable so he could recover. This story would have embarassed Satan. I shall not relate it, but I have called it “Prepositum’s Turkish Compromise.” Hovey told me a lot about a 6th sense, mind reading etc
Everyone after supper started their Diary, Mrs G, Igoe, Daisy and Dot. Went to bed at 11:30. Forgot two nights running to ask Damon for night shirt. That part of my memory which has charge of the night shirt department is evidently out of order.
Woodside Villa July 16 1885
I find on waking up this morning that I went to bed last night with the curtains up in my room. Glad the family next door retire early — I blushed retroactively to think of it. Slept well — weather clear — warm. Thermometer prolongatively progressive — day so fine that barometer anaesthetized. Breakfasted. Diaried a lot of nonsense. Read some of Longfellow’s Hyperion, [*] read to where he tells about a statue of a saint that was attacked with somnambulism and went around nights with a lantern repairing roofs, especially that of a widow woman who neglected her family to pray all day in the church.Read account of two murders in morning Herald to keep up my interest in human affairs. Built an air castle or two. Took my new shoes out on a trial trip. Read some of Miss Cleveland’s book [**] where she goes for George Eliot for not having a heavenly streak of imaginative twaddle in her poetry.
The girls assisted by myself trimmed the Elizabeth collars on twelve daisies, inked eyes nose and mouth on the yellow part which gave them a quaint human look, paper dresses were put on them
* Hyperion by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882), American poet, a book of travel writings about his trips abroad published in 1839.
** George Eliot’s Poetry and Other Studies by Rose Elizabeth Cleveland published in 1885.
Lunched our souls on a Strauss waltz played by Miss Daisy, then we all set around the table to write up our diaries. I learned the girls how to make shadow pictures by use of crumpled paper. We tried some experiments in mind reading which were not very successful. Think mind reading contrary to common sense, wise provision of the Bon Dieu that we cannot read each others minds, twould stop civilization and everybody would take to the woods. In fifty or hundred thousand centuries when mankind have become perfect by evolution then perhaps this sense could be developed with safety to the state.
Damon
If this weather gets much hotter, Hell will get up a reputation as a summer resort. Dot asked how books went in the mail, Damon said as second class mail matter. I said me and Damon would go at this rating — suggested that Mina would have to pay full postage. Damon thought she should be registered. This reminds me that I read the other day of a man who applied for a situation as sexton in the Dead letter office.
Daisy’s sister’s
* The woman who laughs. Edison loved Victor Hugo’s novels and this is reminiscent of L’homme Qui Rit or The Man Who Laughs.
Woodside Villa July 17 1885
Slept so sound that even Mina didn’t bother me, as It would stagger the mind of Raphael in a dream to imagine a being comparable to the Maid of Chataqua [*] so I must have slept very sound. As usual I was the last one up. This is because I’m so deaf.Found everybody smiling and happy. Read more of Miss Cleveland’s book, think she is a smart woman — relatively. Damon’s diary progressing finely. Patrick went to city [to] get tickets for Opera of Polly, [**] we can comparrot with Sullivan’s. We are going out with the ladies in yacht to sail perchance to fish. The lines will be bated at both ends.
Constantly talking about Mina who me and Damon use as a sort of yardstick for measuring perfection makes Dot jealous, she threatens to become an incipient Lucretia Borgia.
Hottest day of season — Hell must have sprung a leak. At two o’clock went out on yacht — cooler on the water. Sailed out to the Rock-buoy. This is the point where Damon goes to change his mind. He circles
* Mina lived in Chautauqua, New York, part of the time.
** The operetta “Polly, the Pet of the Regiment,” music by Edward Solomon (see footnote, page 27 below) and libretto by James Mortimer of London. It was presented for the first time in the U.S. on April 27, 1885.
Everybody lost patience at the stupidity of the fish in not coming forward promptly to be murdered. We hauled up anchor, and Damon steering by the compass (he being by it) made for the vicinity of Apple island. While approaching it we saw a race between two little model vessels full rigged and about 2 feet long. Two yawl boats filled apparently with US naval officers and men
Arriving at Ferry boat I asked Damon if it was further across River at high tide, said he thought it was as he noticed the piles in the slip were at a slight angle. Arriving on the other side, took street Gondola, arrived near top of Hanover Street. When horses were unable to pull cars to the
* Essays on Physiognomy by Johann Caspar Lavater (1741-1801), Swiss author who believed that an individual’s looks offers clues to his character. Edison wanted to know how to judge character quickly because he was hiring new people to manage his growing enterprises, particularly the light and power distribution business.
* Edward Solomon (1855–1895), English composer, conductor, orchestrator and pianist.
Woodside Villa July 18 1885
Last night room was very close, single sheet over me seemed inch thick. Bug proof windows seems to repel obtrusiveness on the part of any prowling Zephyr that might want to come in and lunch on perspiration. Rolled like a ship in a typhoon, if this weather keeps on I’ll wear holes in the bed clothes. Arose early. Weather blasphemingly hot. Went out in sun, came back dripping with water, tried to get into the umbrella rack to drain off, took off two courses of clothes. This would be good day to adopt Sidney Smith’s plan of taking off your flesh and sitting own in your bones. Mem — go to a print cloth mill and have yourself run through the calico printing machine. This would be the ultima thule of thin clothing.Read some in Lavater, Mm Recamier, [*] Rousseau’s Emile. Laid down on sofa, fell asleep. Dreamed that Damon had the sunstroke and was laid on the floor of his office, where he swelled up so that he broke the floor above and two editors of a baseball journal fell through and were killed. Thought the chief of the
* Juliette Recamier (1777-1849), French solon hostess.
* Georges Cuvier (1769–1832), French naturalist and zoologist. Helped establish the fields of comparative anatomy and paleontology. Georges-Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon (1707–1788), French naturalist, mathematician and author. Charles Darwin (1809–1882), English naturalist.
Woodside Villa July 19th 1885
Slept as sound as a bug in a barrel of morphine. Donned a boiled and starched emblem of respectability. Eat food for breakfast. Weather delightful. Canary seed orchestra started up with same old tune, ancestor of this bird sang the self same tune 6000 years ago to Adam down on the Euphrates, way back when Abel got a situation as the first angel.Read Sunday Herald, learned of John Roach’s [*] failure — am sorry — he has been pursued with great malignity by newspapers and others, from ignorance I think. Americans ought to be proud of Roach, who started in life as a day laborer and became [a] giant of industry and the greatest shipbuilder in the United States, employing thousands of men and feeding innumerable families. What has he now for this 40 years of incessant work and worry. People who hound such men as these I would invent a special Hades, I would stricken them with the chronic sciatic neuralgia and cause them to wander forever stark naked within the arctic circle. Saw in same paper account of base ball match. This struck me as something unusual.
Read more about that immeasurable immensity of tact and beauty Madame
* John Roach (1813–1887), from Ireland, emigrated to New York at age 15 and became a shipbuilder renowned for marine engines.
Damon and I after his return study plans for our Floridian bower in the lowlands of the peninsular Eden, [*] within that charmed zone of beauty, where wafted from the table lands of the Oronoco and the dark Carib sea, perfumed zephyrs forever
* In Fort Myers.
Oh dear, this celestial mud ball has made another revolution and no photograph yet received from the Chataquain Paragon of Perfection. How much longer will Hope dance on my intellect?
Miss Igoe told me of a picture she had taken on a rock at Panama NY. There were several others in the group, interpolated so as to dilute the effect of Mina’s beauty. As she stated the picture was taken on a rock I immediately brought my scientific imagination to work to ascertain how the artist could have flowed collodion over a rock and put so many people inside his camera. Miss Igoe kindly corrected her explanation by stating that a picture was taken by a camera of a group on a rock. Thus my mind was brought back from a suspicion of her verbal integrity to a belief in the honesty of her narrative.
* There must have been something about the sales clerk that annoyed Edison besides his primitive chemical knowledge or lack of nitric acid. The Eden Musée was a museum of waxwork figures in midtown Manhattan, founded in 1883. Gum, however, is not wax. Perhaps this adjective comes from the fact that Indian chiefs were portrayed on pinback buttons from American Pepsin Gum Co.
Woodside July 20 1885
Arose before anybody else. Came down and went out to look at Mamma Earth and her green clothes. Breakfasted. Read aloud from Madame Recamier’s memoirs for the ladies. Kept this up for an hour, got as hoarse as a fog horn. Think the ladies got jealous of Madame Recamier.It’s so hot, I put everything off. Hot weather is the mother of procrastination. My energy is at ebb tide. I’m getting Caloricly stupid. Tried to read some of the involved sentences in Miss Cleveland’s book, mind stumbled on a ponderous peroration and fell in between two paragraphs and lay unconscious for ten minutes. Smoked a cigar under the alias of Reina Victoria. Think it must have been seasoned in a sewer.
Miss Clark told me a story about Louise’s mother singing in a company a song called “I have no home, I have no home.” Somebody halloed out that he would provide her with a good home if she would stop. I understood Mrs Clark to say that this gentleman was a
Towards sundown went with the ladies on yacht. Talked about love, cupid, Apollo, Adonis, ideal persons. One of the ladies said she had never come across her ideal. I suggested she wait until the second Advent. Damon steered the galleon. Damon’s heart is so big it inclines him to embonpoint.
On shore it was hot enough to test safes but on the water twas cool as a cucumber in an arctic cache. Mrs G has promised for three consecutive days to have some clams a la Taft. She has perspired her memory all away.
Read the funny column in The Traveler and went to bed.
Woodside July 21 1885
Slept splendidly — evidently I was inoculated with insomnic bactilli when a baby. Arose early, went out to flirt with the flowers. I wonder if there are not microscopic orchids growing on the motes of the air. Saw big field of squashes throwing out their leafy tentacles to the wind preparing to catch the little fleeting atom for assimilation into its progeny the squash gourd. A spider weaves its net to catch an organized whole, how like this is the living plant, the leaves and stalk catch the primal free atom, all are then arranged in an organized whole. Heard a call from the house that sounded like the shreick (How is this spelled?) of a lost angel. It was a female voice three sizes too small for the distance and was a call for breakfast.After breakfast laid down on sofa, fell into light draught sleep. Dreamed that in the depth of space, on a bleak and gigantic planet, the solitary soul of the great Napoleon was the sole inhabitant. I saw him as in the pictures, in* Adolphe Ganot (1804–1887), his Éléments de Physique, translated into English by Edmund Atkinson, went through many editions. The full title is Elementary Treatise on Physics, Experimental and Applied.
* Louis Prang was a famous publisher of colored prints called chromolithographs.
Some Trovotores du Pave [*] made their appearance and commenced to play. I requested the distinguished honor of their presence on the veranda. After supper weather being cool but rather windy, took our trovotores on the yacht and all hands sailed out on the bay. Had to go around an arm of the bay to get coal. Water splashed so I got dashed wet. Three several times the water broke loose from the iron grasp of gravitation and jumped on my 65 dollar coat. But when one of the ladies got a small fragment of a drop on her dress orders were issued to make for port. Landed and
* Trovatore du pavé – troubadours of the paving stones, or street musicians, perhaps a whimsical appellation.
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