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him." And he will tell you about anything he knows. I look forward to knowing the Colonel better. We met also his two assistants, Waltermire and Gammeter, the former to be in Erie cooperating with Radley on the 75mm job. 

Back at the office, had a chat with Gerry Hoddy and a session with Frank Hill. The industrial heating specialist, a windy guy, but nevertheless a Coffin Award recipient, so not to be dismissed too lightly. He was describing a process for making armor plate by brazing laminations of different kinds of steel together - I'll have to check it with Valentine but I fear, it has bugs.

Caught the 5:45 PM for home, had dinner on the train and then read a Cleveland paper the only part of which really touched me being a little poem in Walter Winchell's column which I went over and over again until the memories it brought back made the tears gather, made me remember wistfully and sadly what passed, what might have been, what was for one I knew so well:

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The Roaring 20s
Scattered and lost the golden days of old
When Angelos and Tonys held full sway, 
Before the winds blew desolate and cold,
Before the fiddler called to ask his pay. 
Scattered and gone the likely lads and lasses,
Who drank with us against the drop of night. 
Yes, there is sadness when an era passes,
That held so much of fever and delight.

And you who shared the laughing hours with me
Where are you now and is it well with you?
I wonder does the silken brush of mem'ry 
Still tint the careless moments that we knew--

When waltzes held a lovelier refrain
And torches flared for you on Heartbreak Lane.

 - Don Wahn.
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