It's a sweltering hot day in London today, a real British heat wave with no A/C, and the Jubilee enthusiasm is papable.
Inside, the A/C is on full-blast, pumping out frigid gusts of air.
I ask this because, in my ignorance of figures, I shall be little the wiser when the A/C is before me.
Now the question is, Is this the spirit and meaning of the A/C now furnished?
Mr. Dease sends me orders to proceed to Spokan to make out the A/C & leave Mr. Kittson in charge of this place.