D.M. Ferry Weeks and myself.

He was my room-mate in Geneseo where we prepared for college, and also for three years in Princeton.

He planned to practice law with Fox and me, but found he was no better than a half-plucked chicken when it came to an argument; he took everything personally. So he went into business with the backing of his uncle, D.M. Ferry, the seedsman.

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Frank Patchin was another friend, son of Dr. Cameron Patchin, a horse-and-buggy doctor who would drive his white stubby-tailed mare as much as twenty miles in the middle of the night to see a patient.

Frank later won quite a name for himself as the author of the "Pony Boys Series."

Bob and I called on him once in Patchinsville and found him in the shack he had built back of the house in which to do his writing when he came back to his childhood home for the summer.

Bob had read some of the Pony Boy books, and Frank asked what he thought of them. Bob hesitated, then said, "Well, I think one of the Pony boys ought to slip on a banana peel once in a while."

Frank laughed and said, "Of course you're right!"