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to be at home but he made a bad error in judgment because it was touch and go whether Fred would make it or not. I stayed overnight at Thalmans and returned the next day to Syracuse and Fred was back with us again in three or four weeks after a very, very rugged time. I visited the Thalmans several times with Fred under more favorable circumstances and we had a good time relaxing in Rome.  I don't recall that Fred had any girlfriends at the time and we didn't do any dating but we'd ride around in the car in the good weather and in the winter, I remember that we'd do some skiing and snowshoeing.  I was still uninitiated into drinking hard liquor although I'd finally attended a beer party sponsored by the Phis at some place out on Oneida Lake and had had a few samples of hard cider; of course, it was in prohibition times, so liquor wasn't too readily available.

I'd also spent two or three weekends with Rog Casler at his home in Canastota where they had a big, old, unexceptional—looking home of about 1890-1900 vintage and it seems to me that Mrs. Casler even did all or part of the cooking; which rather surprised me. Mr. Gasler was a square—built man with a squareish gray moustache, of old Mohawk Valley Dutch or German descent, while his wife was also a solidly-built but smallish woman and both of them were most hospitable to me and I thoroughly enjoyed these visits. Rog had girl friends in the vicinity and one in particular, whom we took to a couple of dances in Utica, was a petite brunette beauty named Dorothy Doty, who lived in Oneida; what a doll she was! I don't recall having another girl along and believe it was just the three of us, with Rog gallantly sharing the adorable Dorothy with me in the dancing. One thing I was thankful for was that Louie never came between me and Rog because we had an excellent rapport it would have been too bad to upset. Rog and I used to ski at Canastota also and one day in particular that I recall quite well, we skied across country for several miles, taking what came along and it was the most fun skiing I'd ever had; incidentally I understand that cross country—skiing is just now coming into vogue as contrasted with regular slope-skiing with lifts. When Rog graduated, he had just about all the same honors scholastically that I had plus, I think, having been manager of Tambourine & Bones, the Syracuse Mask & Wig. (I forgot to mention that I also tried out for Boars Head, the dramatic society, but d1dn't make it.) Anyhow, Reg took a job with Westinghouse Air Brake at Wilmerding and although we get out of touch, who should show up in Erie in the summer of 1930 with a group of engineers from WABCO, but Rog. They'd come up to assist in testing the sample 3,000-volt Lackawanna MU car for the Hoboken suburban electrification. I haven't seen Rog since. He was moved to Bendix-Westinghouse, the truck—air brake outfit, and wound up in their Detroit sales operation. I heard by the grapevine that Rog had become a very heavy drinker and had finally been fired by Bendix—Westinghouse and then I lost complete track of him until last year (1971) Fred Thalman got me Rog's