I'm never quite sure what to think when Papa sits down to write in his diary and chooses to say something like "nothing important." He's been so sad lately that I read it as "what's the use of saying anything?" but maybe he was just bored -- I think he had some days off due to his factory's "slack season," and he never enjoyed being idle.
Meanwhile, the Democratic Convention was on the radio (a showdown was looming over the inclusion of anti-Klan language in the party platform) and the Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America were about to go on strike, so at least the news of the day held plenty of distractions for Papa:
- ANTI-KLAN PLANK PRESSED; Hawes and E.H. Moore Demand Plank Branding the Order.
- CANDIDATES ARE ALL ACTIVE; But Feverish Hunt for Support Fails to Clarify Situation.
- GALLERIES IN GARDEN BOMBARDED BY RADIO; Harrison's Rattling 'R's' Strike Upper Tiers Like Volley of Musketry.
- CALLS OUT 40,000 GARMENT WORKERS; Union Announces Strike in Men's and Children's Trade to Start Today