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It was a miserable day, cold and drizzling, and we stood in the rain out there too long to suit me.  I had a raincoat but no rubbers and perforated summer shoes and no hat and I was afraid of a sore throat.  My tonsils are now so lousy, I can't stand much like that - shall have to get the tonsils pulled but when to take time is the question these busy days.

We went on then to Suncook Valley and at last made connection with Fowler, the boss of this little jerkwater B & M feeder.  Fowler I found very pleasant - a short, stocky fortyish man - and it looks like a faint possibility we might wangle a 44 ton Caterpillar into his job.  He has a 14 year old daughter whom he finally got talking about and she evidently is his pet hobby - I think he would have talked an hour or two about her if he hadn't had to get off for Boston.

We had dinner at the Carpenter in Manchester and got back to the Parker House about 8:30 PM.  A drink and Connie went home, I to my room to listen to Herbert Hoover harangue the Republican Convention which opened yesterday at Philadelphia.  But sleep got the better of Hoover and I didn't hear him to the finish.

En route to Erie, Pa.,
Wednesday, June 26, 1940.
Found another dark rainy morning awaiting me and took the bus to Swampscott to spend the day at the Convention.  Was pleasantly surprised to find Jay Walker and Phil Hatch there as were as Bill Hamilton, Oscutt, John Davidson, Dick Lambour and Sahlmann.  The Transportation Session in the morning was cozy but interesting.  I read a couple