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[[underlined]] McDonald [[/underlined]], now in his late 70s and still hale and hearty. Mac is a Canadian, British Columbia I believe, and was a sub-station expert. With the decline of electric transit, the sub-station business dwindled so far that it became simply a one-man job and Mac became that man. After his retirement, he was able to devote more time to his hobby of making violas, at which he is expert, and has some of his instruments in well-known symphonies including a couple in the Cleveland Symphony. I think he can now command a price of perhaps $5,000 per instrument. As might be inferred from the picture, Mac has a great sense of humor coupled with the ability to keep a straight face no matter what. He and I have been friends for many years but in retirement have drifted apart, a situation I'm trying to have Willie correct by promoting some regular bridge sessions with Mac and Marti, his very fine wife. Mac is one of the cleanest-minded men I know, swears little, goes to church, tells few off-colour stories but has one indulgence: an unhesitating use, where applicable, of the word bullshit.

And now at last I'm ready for TRUE STORY. Evelyn LeCorchick, who is clowning with Mac in the previous picture, was Jennie Post's successor as secretary in the Industrial Haulage Section. And she made a good secretary, not up to Jennie, but very satisfactory. She ^[[was]] bright, cheery and quite attractive but she had one outstanding physical feature that you couldn't miss: she had powerful legs with slim ankles but heavy calves--they looked as though they might have belonged to an over-developed ballet dancer. They never appealed to me but they drove some of the men almost crazy to look at them. Shap took what he was later to claim a strictly fatherly interest in Evelyn, which made sense since he was nearly 40 years older than she. I don't know how he evidenced this interest at first but he became vastly more protective as time progressed. The cause of this was the fact that Lynch also took an interest in Evelyn and got into the habit of driving her home quite regularly. When Shap got wind of what was going on, he began following Lynch's car after work to discover if he really was simply taking her home. Lynch, of course, was married and had two children as I recall; we knew him and his wife Betty socially to a limited extent. Shap became increasingly suspicious of what Wayne and Evelyn were up to, and, using extremely poor judgment, began to talk about the situation. Meanwhile, Wayne, who'd suspected Shap of spying on him, deliberately led Shap on when they'd drive home just to make sure that Shap was following. Somewhere in my diary is a blow-by-blow account of this affair and its climax but I've been unable to locate it without hours of search so I'll just sketch it in. One day there was a wild blow-up in the office as I recall it, with Shap yelling at Evelyn and even stating that by God he was going to kill Lynch. Lynch had a session with Whitey and claimed he was simply a "friend of Evelyn's family" and knew her mother well and the whole thing was as innocent as the driven snow.