ABSTRACT
January i I am going to treat myself to a real book this year. Last year and the year before, I used a tablet diary but they seem so ungainly. I start the year quite alone, Dolly being detained by the dentist in Philadel phia. There is work to do-which should be a good omen-a story to illustrate for the Associated Sunday Magazine. I worked pretty steadily all day on it and then went to the Chinese restaurant on Sixth Avenue for dinner. The city about here seems to have relapsed into a lonely, quiet condition-the American city's "holiday spirit."
