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with guns and armor plate.

Fitzgerald of old Brill days and now electrical engineer at Berwick drove us to Wilkes Barre to catch the Black Diamond on the L.V. to Buffalo. We had a few minutes before the train left so Walter marches us over to a bar and we have a couple, and eat dinner on the train, during which Walter has another highball. During the afternoon, he had a bottle of ale. It was a tiresome ride to Buffalo and we got there at 7:05 PM and took a cab to Walter's newest hotel fad, the Stuyvesant, an apartment hotel out on Elmwood Ave. Walter suggested we stay in Buffalo all night, go over to the Central Railroad Club meeting, have some entertainment afterward and take the 8 AM train for Erie. We were between the devil and the deep blue sea. We wouldn't get to Erie until after 11PM if we went home tonight and we were about fed up on riding trains today anyhow. If we stayed, it was almost a certainty, it would be a binge with Walter and not much sleep. It was settled by Walter as we stood at the hotel desk and he told the clerk we wanted [[underlined]] suites [[/underlined]] too. From then on it was drink, eat, drink, drink, drink until 3AM. Walter had his latest in attendance and there was another couple, he a Pennsylvania RR man with someone else's wife. Such brazenness as Walter's attitude toward his affairs I have never seen. I shouldn't put it all down in here but it is nothing short of astonishing. His last Buffalo flame we saw tonight too — there with some Jewish gentleman and us