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Tonight. Captain Cummings early departure allowed me to go to "Johnnie" Johnson's funeral this afternoon and when I got back to the office at 2:45 PM found a wire from Jay Walker saying Bill Hamilton was meeting him in Erie tomorrow and Jay was coming in from Buffalo at 3:10 PM today. Jay, "Wolf" Larson from San Francisco (who arrived yesterday) and I had dinner together at the Den after a few scotches in Jay's room. I had not seen Wolf in years. He is a great friend of Whitey's and from his letters, quite a politician. He had a terrible auto accident some time ago that shattered his jaw sockets. I don't know if it's that, but he walks and moves like a feeble old man somehow and yet fairly fast too. He acts like a person with palsy only he doesn't shake - a queer thing to me. He's funny and he and Jay and Firp [[?]] Widell are old cronies, having roomed together in test days, and later too. So after dinner I drove them out to Firp's house for a call and we were there until 10 PM although I wanted to return to the plant sooner. At Firp's I thought how lucky I am, of the three men besides me, their histories were like this: 1.) Firp married in middle age to a young wife - no children, and living by themselves in a Baldwin flat like we had 10 years ago. 2.) Wolf married to his boyhood sweetheart and lost her by death, married again and divorced - no children. 3.) Jay married to Ruth and lost her and their first baby in childbirth after they were married ten years. Oddly enough for this combination, Jay and Wolf