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They rushed in just as the hour struck, threw the whole mess of papers down on the table and said, "There's our bid." (I don't know whether they got the job or not)
 
2.) After the last war The Navy had a huge quantity of special jigs, fixtures etc stored at Schdy. and decided to auction them off together with a lot of other scrap material. The auction was at the Brooklyn Navy Yard and booklets were furnished all bidders to describe the various material. Clark was sent down from Sch'dy to buy in the items at Schdy and was empowered to bid up to $10,000 for it, having checks in various denominations up to that amount with him. He says the room was swarming with Jew junk dealers  and he had to wait all day in this sweltering, sweating crowd until his lot came up. One Jew bid $100 right off; Clark raised his hand and yelled, "One hundred and twenty-five dollars!" There wasn't another bid and Clark stepped up, handed the auctioneer a check and beat it.
    
We had luncheon with Andy Vogel full as usual with plans for a still further enormous expansion at Erie. But his prize remark of the afternoon was that the best way to make coffee was in a frying pan. I crept into our $10 a day suite at the Van Curler at 1 AM and the family as asleep, dreaming I suppose about the delights of Basin Harbor and wondering when, if ever, we would arrive there.