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Babbie is still a semi-invalid with her cold but it hasn't laid her low like it used to. She has a pretty good time taking it easy in her room with her radio and her paper dolls. I think her health has improved immensely. Rog is up and at 'em again, apparently OK again.

Canton, O.,
Monday, Nov. 6, 1939.
Got up at 5AM and caught the 6:28 for Cleveland where Gerry Hoddy met me and we went out to the office for a while before leaving for Massillon. Had a talk with Armann about Republic-Cummins charges. Armann is District Auditor and a very keen, pleasant self educated man who impresses one with a strong conviction that nobody ever put anything over on him.

Gerry told me a typical Armann story. Armann had another prominent G.E. man with him when they met a good customer. Armann knew the customer well but for the life of him, he couldn't remember his name and couldn't introduce him to the other G.E. man. They talked for fifteen minutes and later at the office, the other G.E. man asked Armann why he didn't introduce him. Armann confessed his lapse of memory and racked his brains as to a means of squaring himself with the customer, who, he knew, must have thought this was peculiar. Finally, having ascertained the customer's name, he phoned him and said, "You know, Mr. Brown, I've got a bet and you're the only man who can settle it. I bet that you and Mr. Jones, who was with me today, had met each other, and Mr. Jones bets that he hasn't met you. How about it?"

Gerry tells me the best prosperity in Louisville is the ratio between 10[[cent symbol]] and 15[[cent symbol]] cigarettes.