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Lewiston, Me.
Tuesday, July 11, 1939.
Having breakfast this morning, Milloy, up here with his wife and two youngsters, Billy 2 and Margaret 7, asked us - " Do you fellows know Bill Hamilton?" Then it was Lee Beyerl, Ken Wolf, Tex Weinberg, etc. Milloy is Chief Clerk for someone in the New York Central Mechanical Dept! He used to be in the Electrical Dept. and knows all the boys. Again, a small world!

We said good-bye to Tallwood for good this morning. Clifford wants me to look him up in New York next time. It was as nice a combination of business and pleasure as I ever had. And it illustrated so well that to him who wants, a good, sociable time shall be given. That alone is worth remembering. We are so prone to try to force a good time, and good companions, and the time is seldom good and so are the companions. It's a foolish thing to do.

We drove to Bangor and had a delicious lunch at the old Bangor House, then contacted Mr.McLaughlin, Supt. of the Eastern Div. of the Maine Central. He has nothing light in his territory, so we soon departed for Lewiston. McLaughlin is a florid faced, pleasant old timer who's been railroading for forty years or more, started in Bangor as a telegraph operator, worked all over New England, and now is winding up his long career back where he started as a kid.

In Bangor, our farthest point east, we were about 350 miles farther east than New York. We then began our trek back toward "civilization," winding up in Lewiston about 4 PM in time to contact the General Agent, Mr. Scully, a dapper, red headed, slender Irishman of maybe 50, who gave us all his maps and profiles to study and seemed very receptive to the diesel idea. We tried to get him to have dinner with us but he had a date with a contractor about re-