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morning with Bill Corcoran, Jack Tobin and Russell Hammond. Corcoran and I had a long talk with Hammond, the joint operation man, and I find him extremely pleasant and interesting. The talk today somehow inexplicably swung onto the subject of cathouses, and Hammond recounted his only experience. Out in Seattle in 1906, they had been in the woods for 6 months and got back in Seattle ready to do the town. They were escorted to a place "as long as Mechanics Hall" and one walk through it with a view of the customers was enough. They beat it, fully satisfied.

Finally nailed Barrett about 2:30 PM after waiting 1 1/2 hours for him to receive me and he blasted my hopes on Yard 13 for a small diesel. He said he wanted nothing less than 600HP and they would put anything smaller in "over my dead body." He's diesel minded and says the ones he has are doing a fine job but like most operating men, he wants [[underlined]] bigger [/under-lined]] power, not smaller. There was no use arguing with him; my ideas and his were too far at variance. So we had a pleasant chat and I departed, disappointed and not fully convinced. Barrett is quite a guy. He is a handsome, middle aged, florid faced Irishman, who wears very natty clothes, spats today also, his gray hair combed pompadour and neat semi sideburns. He is an up-from-the-ranks man obviously from his speech, and I judge a very good one. He would "look" an ideal mayor of Boston.