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Erie, Pa.
Tuesday, July 18,'39
Met Ken at the train at 7:28 AM and we had breakfast together at the hotel. The morning was well spent at the plant inspecting Paulista welded trucks and reviewing a scheme for strengthening the 0361-0366 blower motor bases that are cracking. In the afternoon, after luncheon at the Erie Club, Totten took Ken golfing and I returned to the office, joining them at the Kahlewa Club about 6 PM. Ken had trimmed Tot, carding an 83, and was in high spirits. We sat drinking beer with florid, throaty Jay James who characterizes Roosevelt as a "despicable" person. He says its bad enough to lie to one person but when you lie to 130,000,000, that is simply despicable. Jay was very pessimistic and as Tot always is, only the beer saved us from crying.

Tot and Ken and I were shooting dice in the bar when Whitey, Walt Harris and Muir came in. We exchanged greetings all around - I had to introduce myself to Muir and I did, swearing some time ago to do that if introductions were not forthcoming. I think Walt and Whitey assumed I knew him. They sat at another table and we soon adjourned the dice game to have dinner. Again, I say, some day I want to belong to that Club. I [[underlined]] belong [/underlined]] there now.

Ken and I took a turn around the peninsula in the open Ford, saw the sunset, and then wound up at the Hofbrau at a ringside table, which the slick head waiter rather condescendingly gave to "a couple of stags" against his better judgment. The show was swell and old Ken enjoyed it, I know. The new soprano, "Miss Lois Hendricks" was as charming as usual - in fact, it would be an easy matter for me to simply rave over her. To bed about 2 AM.