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burg and Bellows Falls and I acquired some more speed-time curves to calculate over the weekend. Larry is a fast man at figuring economics of these jobs, covering a paper with figures in no time, multiplying and dividing and adding all long hand and all on the same sheet of paper on both sides, turning it back and forth and scrawling numbers all over everything. Larry is a hard worker and a fast worker, has all his time scheduled to the second - never catches a train with over 30 seconds to spare - shuttles back and forth between his offices in Boston and Billerica. Old Walker Brown, his chief clerk in Boston has a hard time keeping up with him. But old Walker is pretty shrewd - he understands Larry pretty well. Every once in a while, Walker will look at you and wink as Larry is working feverishly, talking as he thinks out loud, changing his ideas as he goes along.

This was the night of the G.E. Club's play and as Ernie was going, I invited him to have dinner with me. He arrived at the Parker House at 6:30 PM and said he had a session with Sansome, the Whitcomb man, and was two up on me. So we went to the bar and had a couple of quick ones and then to dinner in the grill room. All went well (Ernie having another with dinner) until Ernie got half way through his main course, when suddenly he became strangely silent and pale and cold sweat appeared on his brow. And I didn't know whether I'd get him to [[strikethrough]] his [[/strikethrough]] my room safely or not - but he made it, lay down on the bed and went to sleep. He slept for an hour, wanted a Bromo Seltzer which I got for him and about 10 PM he had revived suffi-