Jf Calvin’s boyish heart was
thrilled by the prospect of living in
the White House he gave no sign <>f
it. llis face is the same unchangable
mask of his emotions as his father’s.
His smiles come and go quickly, but
they linger in his eyes.
Working on the farm, according to
Calvin. Jr., is the ideal vacation. He
did not go into details, for like his
father, he is a better listener than
a conversationalist.
The President’s son is paid $3.60 a
day for his part in curing potential
perfectos, and his employers of the
Dickinson & Day farm say he earns
every cent of It.
Calvin’s particular job is to spear
tobacco leaves on sticks on which
they are hung in sheds to dry.
JOHN IS IN TRAINING
CAMP DEVENS, Mass., August 4.—
John Coolidge. eldest son of the Pres
ident, is one of hundreds of youths
now encamped here in the citizen’s
military training corps.
The best way to get a glimpse of
John is to go to the baseball diamond
and wait for someone to yell:
‘ Hey, Coolidge. throw that ball!”
Then a lanky youth of 17 will jump
into action and twirl the ball over the
plate.
John Coolidge is taller than his
father, and his big-boned frame is
almost a replica of that of his grand
father, Col. John C. Coolidge.
Taken back by the sudden honor
which has come to his father, John
played tag with the newspaper men,
and finally asked his company com
mander to call off the newshounds.
