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convinced that Thessians was tightly closed, for which I gave thanks. Neal's driving back to St. Albans was very much on the weavy side too – mostly down the left-hand half of the highway but fortunately the traffic was almost nil.

En route from Malone to Erie,
Friday, Sept. 15, 1939.
Woke up with a splitting headache this morning – it was a lulu, and not surprising when I recall disposing of some 6 or 8 bottles of ale last night with only 2 small ham sandwiches to "protect" it. We struggled into action and it was a real struggle. The bellhop had told us that Nowell of the C.V. was having a terrific bender in a room in the Tavern last night, so we looked forward to a rather sorry conference with all hands in a bad "carryover". Tried to get Putnam on phone to no avail.

The upshot was, we were unable to see Nowell at all. His clerk was rather vague about him and we suspected he hadn't shown up at all. So we saw Mr. Ham, the Mechanical Engineer instead. Mr. Ham was not very encouraging. The trouble was, of course, that our way was not prepared for us. This was just an unannounced crash in on our part, and hence not very well received, particularly by someone in a subordinate position. We got just enough to suspect possibilities at Bellows Falls and New London – that was all.

Then we hit for Burlington for lunch and I had to decide what I was going to do to get home tomorrow morning. I didn't want to take another bus ride to Albany and I hesitated to go to the extra expense of flying to Montreal.