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A brief sidelight on Andy: He had two brothers and neither amounted to much. Charlie Andrews worked for Ed Waller and remained in Schenectady. I had few if any dealings with him but I've been told he was at best, only mediocre. The other brother, for some reason I'm unfamiliar with, had settled in Wesleyville and ran a gas station, personally doing much of the work as I understand it and not too intelligently at that. There is a famed story about him concerning someone who took his car in to have the oil changed. When he drove the car away, he noticed the engine acted very peculiarly and the car sounded strange, so he drove right back quick to the gas station. Andy's brother had done the job personally and it developed that he had drained the transmission and then put six quarts of oil in the crankcase!

[[underlined]] William Maurice Guynes [[/underlined]]: Here we had another great character, whom we all called "Maurice" only as though it were spelled M-o-r-r-i-s. He was from Oklahoma or Arkansas and I think he may have had both French and maybe a little Indian blood. He was medium build inclined toward thinness. Like Andy, he had a sort of hard, handsome face, dark eyes and complexion, and black, brush-cut hair. He was always immaculate--face, hands, clothes, shoes--but his costume seldom varied. He usually wore a plain gray suit, white shirt, and sort of lightweight Army shoes. I have never seen him with any other type of shoe. I have a vague recollection that he had a dark-blue serge suit that he wore very infrequently. But he always looked as though he'd come out of a bandbox. He was very profane and had commented often that "my religion is keeping my God-damn body clean." Maurice had come up through Motor Engineering like Andy although I think Maurice had been more of an engineer and knew more about actual motor design. In spite of this, however, he was inclined to be a bit reckless in his motor application work and he and I were often at odds over this. Maurice was a favorite of Andy's even though Andy would lay him out cold sometimes, so Maurice seemed to prosper until Andy moved to New York and on beyond that until Andy finally moved to Bridgeport and Whitey Wilson took over. From then on, Maurice's star began to set and he was gradually eased out of power. The last time I believe I ever saw him was in Wenatchee, Washington, one night on the Great Northern in 1943 when he was out there trying to make the steam-electric go and without much luck. He joined the Seattle Office finally and I think died out there of a heart attack. But in 1930, Maurice was riding high, bought a fine home on Kahkwa Blvd, bought [[underlined]] two [[/underlined]] Packards, and was well off. He had a nice wife and two daughters. I worked closely with Maurice for the next ten years or so and there is much about him in my subsequent diaries. I liked him, we get along well usually, and I was sorry his career ended in obscurity. But he was another who somehow seemed to lack good judgment some of the time.