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man of maybe 60 - a purchasing officer who knows his stuff from an engineering standpoint as well as every other. He was cordial, pleasant and obviously a gentleman - his thoughtfulness in coming out to see us for a moment, when he knew we were on pins and needles, showed that. So we returned to the office.

During all this business for the past two days, Tarzan Jrs. status has been that he is in storage at Woodsville, but scheduled to work next Monday night for a demonstration for Phil Hatch. After that we hope to sell him to the St. J. & L.C. or Moshassuck Valley, or someone else, remaining in storage until we do. We are off to Montpelier next week on it.

Roy and I had lunch together at Durgin-Park and then I seized the only opportunity I could see to shop and went to the Phonograph & Record Shop, 8 Milk St. where I found a dream of a record stock and a line of phonographs to play them that made everything else I ever heard sound like a bird's music box! Ben Luther would simply go crazy if he ever got into this place. Then I got some stamps for the [[underlined]] first page [[/underlined]] in Roger's stamp book. Not long ago I almost broke his heart and also mine when I, thoughtlessly, took an 1865 3¢ Washington he found in my duplicates and put it in my book because it had a secret mark on it I didn't have. His heart had been set on putting it in his book and thus getting a stamp on the [[underlined]] first [[/underlined]] page. So today I got him three to go on that most cherished page and I know he'll be tickled and the ache in my heart for him will go away. Every time I've thought about him that night I've wanted to cry for him - he was cut through to the quick - said he felt so awful, he didn't want to talk about it - tears in his eyes.