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Jim always has a lot of interesting anecdotes and sidelights out of a wonderful memory for such things. I wish I could remember half what he's told me at one time or another. Talking tonight about Frank Headley, Walter's uncle, 76 year old president of the I.R.T. he brought out a lot of interesting facts to me.

"Boss" Headley, as they call him, has three daughters and a son, "Young Frank." One daughter is married to Walter, her first cousin. I know enough about Walter to make it unnecessary to put anything down here. Another daughter is married to a one time millionaire who lost all he had and is a wild man for dissipation. The third daughter is married to a Moffett, who seems to be a hard working, conscientious fellow. The son, spoiled by too much money, is no good, making a living by trading on his father's position, selling this, that and the other thing to the Interborough on a commission and drinking it up as fast as he makes it. He goes off on terrible, periodic drunks and is seen about town sometimes looking like an absolute sot and bum, borrowing a few dollars here and there which he never returns, to continue his spree. So there's a picture of a family of the envied rich. The old man takes care of the son's family but doesn't dare or won't help the boy.

The "Boss" has some 50 or so year old champagne (like vinegar) and cigars he buys at $100 a hundred (like rope)  and anyone who is favored with these two staples is assuredly in high favor. Jim said he was there one night and was given both and could scarcely go either one of them. 

The G.E. New York Office, up to this year, had an annual party on the Boss' farm at Southport, a Friday to Sunday affair to which they would "invite" the Boss and it was famed for ruthless drinking and all night revelry and punishment.

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