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Doc Ferguson, Mac and I had a farewell drink in the Tavern and then had lunch together in Louis Nickolaus' grotto, and I feel I have made Doc a fried for life on this trip. That's the sort of a job I want to do on more people. In the Tavern I spoke to Whitten of test days and now on Gen'l Sales in Louisville, and Shaeffer of New Haven and sent my regards to Frank Faron. Shook hands too with Sam Littejohn; he's another I've got to get better acquainted with.

Mac and I repaired to Apt. 8 late in the afternoon and I've showed up too. We took Shiloh to dinner and heard more music. In the evening, "May" another buxom school marm came in and we had a "homey" time until Joe had to get his train, which he almost missed, having balled up the leaving time. But he finally got his kiss as he stepped onto the train. For all Joe's jolly disposition, he has had tragedy - the worst kind - a child who was subnormal and finally died at nine, a blessing. Then his wife is ailing someway, has to have a nurse most of the time. After hearing that I was sorry we tried so hard and succeeded in getting him to take a later train than he had planned. He is one good egg! Haven't enjoyed anybody more in a long time.

And at 12:40 AM we got on the train, saying good-bye to Shiloh and May, who walked with us to the station. I think I might have hurried Shiloh's good-bye but I didn't. There is one fine girl! I can't tell what it is about her I liked so much but it was something - not physical - something else - a sort of mystery.

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