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visions of losing Dusky completely or at best being obliged to search the whole neighborhood for him.  To my great relief however, he soon reappeared in a backyard several houses up the block where I was frantically trying to locate him.  It was a good example of why we can't let him run loose.  He shot across the street with no regard for automobiles or anything else, his leash trailing behind.  Bab was in tears and I guess we were all yelling.  I was only afraid the other dog, four times his size, would chew him up because Dusk was very belligerent.  Apparently he fears nothing - yet.  Alas, Dusk is growing up.  We left him at the kennel for the day and he was put in the yard with a couple of little schnauzers.  He immediately sallied up to one of them and mounted it with all the correct motions and everything - a snarl and it was over but it was sort of a shock to me, who has always thought of Dusk as a sweet little puppy.

We had a nice picnic on a side road under an apple tree en route to Cleveland and I dropped off at the Terminal where I met Jerry Hoddy, and we got underway for Dover and the clambake.  Jerry told me a rather disturbing story - our new 65 ton job at Warren (Republic) has not been too hot - was delivered late, wont slip its wheels, wont pull as heavy a train as the old steam although we said it would, wont do the job the way they want to do it.  Later Bert Ladley told us he had a bet of $200 that the Plymouth 65 ton at Canton would do more than our new 65 ton and Jerry fears Bert is correct.  I like Bert's way of telling you how he really feels - he likes