January 26, 1940

Hello everybody, we finally got through snow drifts 12 ft. high but as we sailed along on the highway there was a racket like the Reds were machine gunning the Finns. The noise was our universal joint letting go and smashing our housing all over the flywheel. We fixed this in about six hours and got a room 12 miles further on in Camden, S.C. We're all fine. The feet are swell.

Al, Charlie and Fred