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One day, in a discussion of a steam locomotive design, one of the men said plaintively to Ed, "But, Ed, we've got to wait to see if Andy Stevenson will rule that we can use a just little chrome-vanadium in that spot." Now, Andy was a learned man all right but he got his PhD in economics and Ed turned red with rage. "Now, listen, goddamit!" he bellowed. "What the hell does [[underlined]] he [[/underlined]] know about it?" But Ed never achieved his purpose in WPB because the railroads were successful in applying enough pressure in the right places to avoid very much steam locomotive standardization. As a consequence, Ed spent much of his time working on the materials program. Ed loved to drink and was a circus to be out with. Often several of us would eat dinner together preceded by a few snorts and many of these sessions were hilarious, several of them being recorded in my diary. Ed was quite profane but limited his profanity usually to certain favorite expressions. One was "Now, listen, goddamit!" Another he used frequently when not agreeing with something someone had said: "Aw, your ass is out!" Also he was a great kidder although in this he couldn't equal Joe Rowbottom. One night at dinner when GE was threatened with loss of production because of a shortage of sheet steel, Ed said to me, "Forie, I know exactly where GE can get all the sheet they want." I jumped at this, "Where?" I said with great excitement. "Why, down at the sheet house," replied Ed as the gang nearly burst. But Ed could also be serious, helpful, considerate and generous. I learned to think enough of him to wish that GE could be doing business with Baldwin so I'd have an excuse for continuing my contacts with Ed; but Baldwin was the exclusive meat of the Westinghouse Company over a long, long period, and when we did finally get a shot at Baldwin, their participation in the diesel business, never impressive, had practically evaporated. I believe that Ed died relatively young. He was a great guy. All my life I'd had a romantic feeling for the steam locomotive, even after becoming a diesel proponent, and I think my friendship with Ed Harley was doubly-meaningful because here at last I had a good friend who was deeply-rooted in steam, a fine steam locomotive designer, a true steam locomotive man and probably one of the best in the country. My friendship with Ed was perhaps one of my life's high spots because of associating him closely with something I'd loved since I was a little boy, the steam locomotive. It was sort of like a dream coming true.

Of the several Railroad Boys, [[underlined]] Dick Packard [[/underlined]] was the last memorable to me but that may be because I think his wife spent a good deal of time in Washington with him and therefore he was not on the loose like the rest of us and we didn't see as much of him. Next to Marshall Raymond, Dick was probably the best looking of the group. He was broad-shouldered, solidly-built and of medium height, smooth-faced, well-groomed and possessing adequate blondish hair, a good, cleancut-looking man of around 50 perhaps. He dressed well but conservatively. He had