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any reason for riding the locomotive? Why don't we ride in a coach?" As Jim hadn't had breakfast, he didn't ride the engine, grabbing some on the train and Bob went with him. I wanted Bob here to get all the railroading he could on the New Haven for an education and a broadening out so he'll understand their problems better. He never rides an engine if he can possibly avoid it. A nice air-conditioned coach is naturally much more comfortable, safer and you can have a good seat all the way and read the paper in peace and ease. That's Bob. Alf and I rode the engine up. Grabbed a bite in the station restaurant and got another look at that most alluring, provocative cashier they have had lately - the little, dark, curly headed one, very Frenchy looking, with black eyes, lovely skin and a figure that is something to remember. If I were footloose and free, I certainly should enjoy taking her out sometime. But alas, those things are to be no more! I can but look, sigh and go on eating my sirloin sandwich! When I paid the check, I thought I saw the faintest flicher of a smile - maybe I just wanted to think I saw it. Spent the afternoon around Kelsey's getting 0364's meters on, etc - raining cats and dogs. A terrible, muggy, foggy day that must have postponed the tennis again; I left my rain check at the office for Jay Walker this morning. All afternoon, Bob was chafing at the bit to get to the hotel and then go out and see Yale. To hell with the test! He'd even forgotten he wanted to read busbar temperature this time; I reminded him. Gone was all thought of getting the new preventive coil pressure since the auxiliary duct was added; Felix will check that. And as usual, old Felix was working harder than anyone else. Think I'll write a letter to Hanna commending him.
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