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finally, "Oh, what's the use of talking! I know I shouldn't and I know further that if it's right for us to see each other again before summer, it will be from Erie that I shall go to you." Within eight hours, I had arrangements made to go to Erie.

Schenectady, N.Y.,
Saturday, January 9, 1926.

Worked my last precious night in "61" as one of Pixton's "laborers" cleaning up, sweeping, blowing off cinders, washing windows, and doing other things equally instructive and of value to the aspiring young engineer, for the "2500" and the "Rx" were both incapacitated, in fact the "2500" was completely denuded. To quote Roemlle, "There isn't anything to do but we want to look a little busy for awhile so we won't go to sleep [[underlined]] too [[/underlined]] damned early." And so I got three hours sleep, was awakened to take over the pumps, and worked overtime. Saw to getting checked out this morning and then went up to the house to begin to break up. Last week Mike's old suite was taken by two boys just returned from Erie, but my night work had prevented my even laying eyes on them until this afternoon, when Parker, now in the Locomotive Engineering Dept., came in and introduced himself. Upon learning of my impending departure, a long talk about Erie and the railroad work ensued, in which I learned much to convince me that I am going to a might fine experience from all points of view. I also learned a bit about Parker, who was so nice I was sorry almost to have to go  to Erie and be deprived of becoming better acquainted with him. And incidentally, he is a great-great, etc. nephew of Theodore Parker, the great Unitarian of 100 years ago, being named after him. Parker recommended me to his old room in Erie and his old boarding place. I had dinner at Pelops with Phil Blanchard and Bob Cummings, a sort of farewell dinner to me. The evening until midnight was passed in packing, saying goodbye to Weikel, tearing up, throwing away, taking up in the attic. Ye Gods! What to do with all my things. The result was I scattered them all over the house and had to leave a million things I wanted, giving Weikel the responsibility of expressing them to me later. To bed at 12:30, rather weary, and planning to take the 6:23 a.m.

Erie, Pa.,
Sunday, January 10, 1926.

Was jarred out of a profound slumber at 4:43 by Weikel's small black villainous-looking Radiolite. "Farwell 1091" and soon I am forced to carry two leaden articles of baggage to the station the cars not deigning to run at such an hour and I unable to call a taxi because I'd slammed the door because I thought I'd heard a car. Confound the Schenectady cars anyhow! Now I am on my way to Syracuse to see Mother for a brief five minutes before leaving for Erie. My trip from Schenectady to Syracuse was in company with a sociable individual from California who was a