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on one way or another, Joe also received a good deal of mail, which he would read at his desk, making caustic comments out loud to himself whenever there was something that displeased him. One of his favorite epithets concerned the parentage of the writer, Sylvia Winnaker's desk was adjacent to Joe's. Joe would come to an unfavorable spot while reading a letter and say in a loud voice but to himself, "The sunzabitches!" and Sylvia would giggle, sometimes coming close to losing control of herself. As for the rowbottoms at Penn, it is easy to picture Joe as the originator of these back in 1910. However, there are different stories circulating about them. Frank Headley introduced me to the subject. He claimed that they were begun one night in 1910 when a group of inebriated students stood beneath Joe's window, yelling and singing, and when they refused to leave, Joe threw a chamber pot out the window at them after having emptied its contents on their heads. This precipitated a riot. On the other hand, Vic Rennix claimed that Joe had had nothing to do with the matter ever and the riots weren't named after him at all. I think the truth of the matter lies somewhere between these extremes as covered by the clippings I have lifted out of my 1946 diary and put in here following this. The clipping from the Philadelphia Inquirer was sent to me by Ed Harley. As far as I can recall, I never talked to Joe about the subject because I felt it was a private matter and after all these years, he'd probably be glad to forget about it and particularly, not be questioned about it as if he were some sort of curiosity. [[right sided red pencil bracket]] Joe [[/right sided red pencil bracket]] was a great kidder. He kidded me largely on two matters. One regarded when the GE was gong to throw a party for the gang in the luxurious IGE suite with the grand piano at the Carlton Hotel. Since I had no control over this suite and no leverage to use on Arch Torry to make him want to loan it to me for an evening, I kept stalling Joe off, thinking things might change so I could arrange it. But suddenly I learned that Torry and Jack Horner had given up the suite, so that ended that. However, finally to satisfy Joe, Jack Casey and I threw a poker party in one of the small two-bedroom suites Cap Horn kept at the Carlton. There seven or eight of us in there playing poker and drinking one evening and it was a bit crowded all right. But everyone had a good time including Joe although he razzed me the place was so small that you were unable to get into the bathroom to relieve yourself without crawling across the poker table. The other subject revolved around GE being in a little anti-trust trouble, maybe Carboloy, and the dire things that were going to happen to the Company before they would be able to get things straightened out. This was a minor matter that could be joked about but 18 years later when GE was really in anti-trust trouble, it cost the Company some $350,000,000 finally to get off the hook. Joe appears a good deal in my diary of the second half of 1942 and I recommend the accounts as being very amusing though hastily written.