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escort the girls home - after so much drinking, no one could tell what might happen en route. So the world is the same everywhere as far as that universal instinct is concerned. After the match, Gerry and I repaired to the Hotel Cleveland for a nightcap and to bed.

It was a good evening. Bert Ladley has now been transferred to Cleveland and I thought perhaps I should have contacted him tonight but am glad I didn't as it might have meant a lot of dissipation. As it was, I met a lot of the office gang and there was no dissipation.

[[strikethrough]] Mar [[/strikethrough]] Canton, Ohio,
Friday, Feb. 23, 1940.

Ed Dougherty met me at 8:15 and we drove to Massillon to check up on that situation. Down at the enginehouse we found the locomotive being worked on by George Law, who is foreman, and the same Tinkey whom we heard so much about yesterday. Tinkey is a big square faced, beady eyed, hook nosed southerner probably from Arkansas or Oklahoma who was up to his ears in grease and working hard. George was attired in filthy overalls and working too, and greeted us like long lost brothers. We found the pinion situation deplorable - no excuse - pinions either worn out or headed that way except on #2 axle - must be defective material. We tried to contact Jim Shane, who now has Ladley's old job, but couldn't locate him until after lunch, which we had uptown at Benders and was served by a plump little waitress that Ed told me is "hot stuff." I learned that Ed is quite a ladies man although he looks more like a Sunday School superintendent - as a matter of fact he makes me think strongly of Art Emerick - might almost be Art.