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the circumstances.

I informed Whitey today that I had talked to Henry Guy and would be ready to discuss the situation with him whenever he elected to do so.

At 6:05 PM I left Erie for the first time in about 10 years on the Pennsy. "Puddle jumper" for Washington. It carried me back to the old Brill gas-electric car days back in 1927 – 29. As I sat there in my section, I thought about the future and what it can mean.

I decided once more that I must lay a background of perfect living and on it superimpose a perfect business game – that is the answer to the question of what will make for happiness, contentment and success.

Washington, D.C.,
Tuesday, Nov. 28, 1939.
I arrived at the office coincidentally with Mr. Horn and proceeded with him into the maple paneled, air conditioned, carpetted inner sanctum-sanctorum, where we had a pleasant chat including White part of the time. Horn in appearance is a cross between Herman Emmett and Tedi Roosevelt, very agreeable and likable. White is a tall, double chinned, rather serious individual who never smiles and told me an awful lot about how good Jake [[Bramms?]] is with which I agreed. Perhaps he was implying I should have been Jake – I don't know.

When Niven arrived, Horn called me into his office again to meet him and Blair, the Navy contact man. Niven is a short, sandy, horny handed shrewd Scotchman who certainly asked me all about my background for the job and seems satisfied partially when I told him Whitey had picked me.