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so much dope we couldn't absorb it all - that was the only trouble. The potato jobs, the banana trains, the floats for Christmas trees going to Maine, the coke, oil, coal business, the stock for penalty delivery, etc., etc. - he just kept reeling it off. He told about the diesels popularity with the men - how some firemen kept them polished and one even had oilcloth on the floor of the cab. Harrison recalled a place where they kicked at first because the diesel was under 100 tons and they got a slightly lower rate; but they convinced them they saved the difference in laundry bills. 

This evening I went up to see "Aunt Sally" Patrick in her rather lonely room in a house on Beacon Street. She can't see to read any more and is as deaf or deafer than ever but very cheerful and talkative and I spent a couple of hours with her, she doing most of the talking because she couldn't hear me very well. Although she seemed cheerful, I thought how lucky I am by contrast, young, well, in possession of all my senses, with a lovely family and home. And I thought also, I don't want Mother ever to have to live that way, alone in a single room in a rooming house somewhere. She isn't going to if I can possibly help it.

Tried to get Bill Libby at his home last night but no luck. Today called him at his office but he was out; left a call for him but he didn't call so presume he didn't come back.

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