January 13, 1935 Dear Marge, It was a year ago last evening that I left New York and it seems forever. The nice thing is that I am almost half way through my contract. We had a jolly time New Years eve. Everyone was at the Club for dancing, drinks and so on. At twelve we had a fireworks display, but the party did not break up until four, an ungodly hour for the tropics, so you see the party was good. One of our ocean lighters blew up the other day and killed two of the negro engineers and seriously burned half a dozen others. Parts of the lighter were blown as much as three hundred feet in the air so of course it was a total loss to the insurance company. Last evening we had Club elections and I was elected Secretary-Treasurer. I was the first American and the first first-timer to ever hold office so I feel quite proud of myself, especially so when I think of the fact that the American group of the foreign colony is less than a tenth of the colony. I missed the last mail-boat so it looks like this letter will go on for ever. I wrote to a couple silverware companies this morning to see whether they had silver which could be inserted in ivory handles. Ivory is so cheap here and polished Ivory is beautiful.