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brewery and drank 4 to 6 gallons of beer a day and the doctor finally told me Id have to quit or have stomach trouble."

When Ken and I got back to the Statler, we found wires saying Bill Hamilton and Hank, Asst. to the V.P. and Gen. Mgr. would be here tomorrow so I decided to stay over. We polished off the day with some Cutty Sarks and a sandwich at the hotel, having had a supper in a Greek lunch wagon in North Tonawanda. 

Erie, Pa.
Wednesday, Oct. 16, 1940.
This morning the fireman invited Ken and me to spend the weekend with him if we were going to be in Buffalo that long. While neither of us could accept, I certainly would have enjoyed taking him up on it. These big, tough babies are really the salt of the earth. When we got through work today, he offered to drive us in town too, but for some reason Bill Hamilton preferred to go in on the tram although we had to wait nearly an hour for it, so we had to turn him down. I'm wondering if Bill didn't want to mix that closely with the proletariat. I never thought he was like that.

Dooley, from New York, a stuttering Irishman from New York headquarters, was on hand all day and pronounced the locomotive fully adequate for the Lawrenceburg, Ind. job which he has studied and requires two units. Bill and Hank were late arriving with Gordon Hentz so I had to abandon plans for getting home before tonight. Hank is a dapper little chap, middle aged with a neat little moustache, who looks like a cross between Doug Fairbanks Sr. and Bill Collins. He was well enough impressed to recommend they try the locomotive in two other jobs at N. Tonawanda