Enclosed in my renewal. I have been busy moving around and trying to stay on my feet while trying to ignore this pesky arthritis which just won't be ignored. I certainly agree with Mr. Ed Holt of Fon Du Lac, Wis., about separator tongues or poles. They had to be long enough to give a man on the platform half a chance to 'get' when an emergency arose and also sturdy enough to withstand the lurching and ramming that a heavy separator could give them. I know of one man killed in my neighborhood, by a tongue breaking. He was crossing a rocky ford in a creek, which I had just crossed, with exactly the same type of rig. I try not to pay any attention to superstitions, but somehow my appetite was off until we crossed the place on our way out. My ears stuck out for the longest time after that. I hope the old timers that have passed on have found smooth roads, clear weather and wheat and oats shocks clear to the blue horizon with everything going fine, no belt trouble, or hot bearings, good wood, coal or straw, and good water for the boiler. I hope all the crew and neighbors are on fine terms with each other and dinner time coming every hour.