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48 think he knew more about building locomotives than he really did. Ed would point out something that was unacceptable and Disco would try to argue him out of it. If a side sheet was so wrinkled that it looked like a piece of stretched silk, Henry would try to kid Ed into accepting it on the basis that, after all, what difference did it really make? So considerable antagonism gradually built up between Ed and Disco. Some of this was affected by Ed, who would often referred to Hank as "that sonnabitch Crisco." In later years, Ed would often inquire how "that sonnabitch Crisco" was doing. I got to know "Crisco" well on this job and he never ceased to irritate me because he always called me "Florrie" and never, even after several years of association, took the trouble to note my real nickname. He was a big, brawny, black-haired, olive-skinned guy in his late 30s, I'd judge, and with that name and coming from Pittsfield, I imagine he had Canuck blood in him. But he was smart and very successful. During the war, I think he was superintendent of our big gunmount operation and he wound up in Louisville as manager of manufacturing of the refrigerator business there, a very responsible job indeed. He's now retired and living in Florida I believe. Hank's assistant in 1936 was Dick Miller, my friend of long standing. Dick really did know the locomotive operation from personal experience and when Hank left it, Dick took over and proved to be a fine operator in all respects, eventually becoming manager of manufacturing of the Locomotive & Car Equipment Department. As the coordinator of the entire job, one of my duties was to keep the records of all of our many meetings. I developed a system for assigning a name and number to every item we considered, divided into sections covering electrical, mechanical, engines, etc., and the total number of such items (or subjects) ran way up over 100, maybe 200. When we'd have finally come to a final decision on any particular item, it would be noted and from then on, the item considered no further but the date of its conclusion noted. Thus we kept going until every last item entering into the projectwhich could not be handled by a strictly internal decision, was finally disposed of. Getting out these minutes after each of our meetings was quite a job and ran into many pages but also it was a fine way to be sure nothing was missed and everyone involved had had his crack at the matter in question, copies of these minutes being distributed to everyone involved. In the spring of 1936, we had many meetings, most of them at Erie, but at least one in New York where Edmund Fredericks of C-B, Brehob and I were on March 3rd and 4th, having dinner with Bill Libby one night ,Bill coming down from New Haven. Later, Bill and I wound up at the French Casino and had a good visit. I thought the world of Bill and was delighted to find his eye had healed completely from a 4th of July injury the year before. He was the same honest, inter-
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