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Erie. Pa.,
Thursday, Sept. 28, 1939
The phone rang this morning and it was Davis Daboll uptown and inviting me in to have lunch with him. I met him at the Eastern Shoreman's and we had a very pleasant visit over some excellent shrimp salad and French frys.  Davis had left his card for me last winter, and it had indicated he worked for the Trundle Engineering Co. of Cleveland,an outfit that makes  industrial marketting surveys. But I learned later Davis was working for the Columbian Rope Co. of Auburn N.Y. and the Trundle connection was clouded in mystery.  Davis, a little embarrassed, explained it today.

It seems Trundle was making a survey for Columbian Rope on a  product of theirs and so that Davis could participate and get an unbiased opinion from certain areas, Trundle let him use their cards with his name engraved on them as if he were one of their employees. It seemed a bit unorthodox and that explained the long standing mystery.

Davis looked the same as ever, is married to a physician's daughter of Auburn, has no children, but does have a one acre plot out on Owasco Lake outside town where they live a rustic life and apparently enjoy it. Harriett has two little girls, Henry is still at Solvay, and Jessie is still full of pep. I wanted Davis to come out and see  the family but he was Auburn bound, driving, after a 10 days trip and I had to content myself with giving him a quick turn through the locomotive shop, which seemed to please him. He handles special product promotion for Columbian Rope and travels a lot.  Same old charming kid.  We exchanged invitations to visit each other.