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but a little huskier. He had a well-molded face and light-blond hair and his complexion leaned just a trifle toward the florid, maybe from living in California, maybe from the pleasures of the grape. He dressed quietly and neatly. Now that I think of it, he was a Whitey Ford type, resembling the great Yankee pitcher, Marsh had a deep, resonant voice with which he could do wonders, particularly over the phone. He was always polite and very deferential with the girls. He seldom swore and I don't recall ever hearing him tell a dirty story or make a suggestive remark. He was a very clean guy in all respects. Nor is this a laudatory description which ends with the familiar "but." There is no but in this one. Marsh was just one very fine gentleman. He did enjoy social drinking thoroughly but I have never seen him tight or out of control. Also he enjoyed being with attractive women and particularly dancing with them but again, I've never heard of his getting off the reservation in this respect. He had a wife in Cleveland whom I've never met and my recollection is that they had no children but I may be mistaken about this. In fact, I don't recall where Marsh hailed from originally nor where he went to college. Marsh's WPG job settled down to scheduling the big locomotive program, that is, Alco, Baldwin and Lima. After a couple of years in WPB, I believe he transferred to the Office of Defense Transportation but that was long after I'd left. In the fall of 1942, Alco got an order from the Army for 57 big diesels for Iran and desperately needed as I recall it to transport war materials from the Persian Gulf to the Russian border for use on the Russian front. To achieve the extremely short shipment wanted, prompt material procurement by Alco was a must. To assist Alco in this, Charlie Creasser gave Marshall the special assignment of expediting anything where Alco required help. S Marsh took off one day on this assignment and we didn't see him again for about six weeks. He spent much of this time in the Alco plant on Schenectady hanging on a long distance phone putting the heat on vendors. And if unsuccessful over the phone, he'd speed off to the vendor's plant and really give them a hard time. When he finally returned to Washington, he told us he'd probably broken every rule in the book but he'd gotten action through cajolery, appeals to pride and patriotism, promises, threats, whatever it took. After the war, I saw Marsh occasionally and observed his selling technique. One feature of it was attentiveness. I recall a big Ladies-Night meeting of the Buffalo Railroad Club. Marsh didn't spend any time hanging around with other salesmen. He spent all his time catering to customers and their wives, dancing with the wives, escorting them all to the Alco room for refreshments, always attentive to his customers. But for some strange reason which I never learned, Marshall failed to satisfy the top layer of Alco, Perry Egbert in particular, with the result that Marsh was removed from his Cleveland job and moved by Alco to their railway steel spring plant in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, where he