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Boston, Mass.,
Thursday, Mar. 21, 1940.

Wow! Did I feel woozy when I woke up this morning at seven o'clock. I staggered into the bathroom, had a good movement, and then staggered back to my room, where I took a couple of asperins and then crawled back in bed feeling terrible! I went to sleep and woke up later to hear Neil asking me how I felt. I told him awful and he made up a baking soda and asperin cocktail for me - I had previously retched miserably at a slop jar, after losing the asperin and water taken at 7 AM. I went to sleep again and woke this time about 9:30 AM to hear Neil carrying on with the middle aged Irish chambermaid, who swore like a trooper, in a thick Cork brogue. Neil was claiming he was from Cork also, and talked with such authority (gained, I later learned, from a Boston Elevated motorman) that I was pretty well convinced he had been over there anyhow. Roy was still in bed laughing at them. By that time, I was feeling better and got up, shaved and at 10 AM, we assembled for breakfast at the Woodsville Café. Neil and Andy Johnson were waiting for Roy and me in the hotel lobby, when Roy and I came down for breakfast. Neil was at the bar drinking beer! He swore, he had exactly the same as I did last night, so I guess either my stomach was off for some reason, or I simply can't handle 100 proof bourbon and ginger ale in quantity. First time I've been ill like that for years, and I've drunk twice as much on certain occasions too.

After breakfast, we went down to the enginehouse to examine Tarzan's frame carefully and the enginehouse foreman informed us he had just received word they would be keeping Tarzan Jr. "for a while" and he was to fix up the other pit for the diesel. That was