Friday October 28th 1932

A bitterly cold day and the rain stung like hail. Not good weather for the unemployed. Haunted the Exchange and Library all day. An old out‑of‑work came up and wished me luck in my search. At least, in my predicament, l am learning of people and their humanity.

The unemployed, I think, fall into three classes. First, the grim, cynical fighters; secondly, the hopeless, lifeless, down‑and‑outers, and thirdly, the extremely gay and cheerful. There are few of the latter.