Wednesday, January 11, 1922

Cold, windy. Snow all day. Arose 8:30 A.M. Breakfast. Out on business. Bro't cases from hospital. Fixed up eggs cases to ship etc. Up to school after Ruth. Shoveled walk. Supper. To High School to evening course in Typewriting. Bowled. To bed 10:30 P.M.

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So I guess Stanford is shipping eggs after all--perhaps by Postal Service?  Notice the snow doesn't cancel the Typing class (as it would today, no doubt).

I discovered an interesting follow-up to the "market gone to smash" story of yesterday. The stores buying the eggs at low prices had a different opinion of the downturn; they were thrilled and passed their savings on to their customers, as the below ad from January 10th indicates:
Found through Google News Archive Search

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