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had little to say. He was [[underlined]] Mr. [/underlined] Goyer, about 50 and a dead ringer for Ken Cartwright. His only real comment occurred while we were pulling about 1500 tons back over the hump - "Them cars are [[under-lined]] cold [/underlined]]. This is a [[underlined]] tough [/underlined]] pull. It'd take about [[underlined]] four [/underlined]] diesels to do this!" Then the conductor got on and he was [[underlined]] Mr. [/underlined]]
Connery. Mr. Hagerman referred to and addressed them all as [[underlined]] Mister [/under-lined]] 
   I had the foresight to get a couple of sandwiches this time before I went out, and had them in Van Ness' office at noon. "Carrie" (Miss Page) insisted on getting me a cup of coffee from the gang downstairs and it was strong enough to keel you over but tasted good. It was cold today - around 12 [[degree symbol]] and a breeze that was icy.
    After lunch I pumped Vanderbilt, the chief clerk and a very pleasant old chap, for all the dope I needed on Troy, and then went down to converse with Brannigan, the yardmaster. As before, he impressed me as being antagonistic and not too enlightening - a big buster of an Irishman, hardbitten and tougher than hell. But I got a few good pointers from him.
    Met Van Ness coming in just as I was leaving and slipped him a GE diary. He is a mild, kindly, unrailroadish man, but likeable and very anxious to do all he can for you. Then I took the D&H to Albany. Had expected to go to Schenectady to meet Goggin this evening but he wired me the planes were grounded & he
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