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We put up at the Eagle Hotel across from the State House ordered a Scotch & soda to the room. called Roy again. It was decided then we should proceed to Lincoln, N.H. tomorrow and call on Parker- Young Co., the big paper makers who run their own logging road [[?an d/o]] plant switching. That being decided, we went out to mail a card of Neils and dropped into "Concord's only hot spot" for a nightcap glass of beer.

In there we bumped into an old acquaintance of Neil's a B & M relief dispatcher. Neil didn't recall his name and the man said, "My name's Jim Bluto, "B-L-U-T-O, Bluto." So we sat down with Jimmie, a long faced, thin moustached, smart, fierce eyed Frenchman who nearly picked a fight with a guy who knocked Neil's hat on the floor, giving him the fierce eye as if it was glued to him. Mr. Bluto was all for laying the bird low and I pictured a brawl before we left, but things calmed down. We took Jimmie home finally after hearing much about his career - how he turned down a partnership with the present slot machine baron of New England - how he let an option go on a barn near the future army post in Concord. which he planned to make an illegal booze joint - because he was afraid the place was "cursed" and he was thinking of his wife and two children. Jimmie was quite a bird. As things close tight at 11 PM in New Hampshire