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for Proctor to see Keefe and between 3:30 PM and 4:15 PM we had a session with him and got a fair story on his costs. He looks offhand like an Alco prospect but not too good a one. Maybe a Cummins stock 80 ton 500 HP would do his trick.

We drove to White River where we had a lulu of a dinner at the Coolidge Hotel, served by a sturdy little French waitress that had us both making goo-goo eyes at her. But she handled herself well. From there we went north to Woodsville, then into New Hampshire in earnest heading for Berlin. But we didn't make it. Rain set in and darkness and macadam roads and at 9:30 we asked a man where we were. Twin Mountains. He said the "Maples" up the road was a good clean place to stay and there was a beer place across the road from it. That settled it. We checked in at the Maples, a small summer hotel. There were two other guests. Had a  big room together with two double beds, the "bridal suite" so the lady said. Then we skipped over for a couple of bottles of ale and the "Beer Barrel Polka," When we got back to the Maples at 10:45 it was locked up! After much beating, the landlady came out in dressing gown and bare feet and let us in - she hadn't heard us go out. In the bathroom was a sign. "The faucet marked 'cold' is the hot water faucet. So when you want hot water, just try 'cold'." So in the stillness of the mountains we went to bed and soon to sleep.

Berlin, N.H.,
Wednesday, June 14, 1939.
Had a good hearty country breakfast of ham and eggs at the Maples and the lady knew how to fry the eggs the way I like 'em. Then we started out in the rain for Berlin and the Brown Co. The clouds hung so low

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