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Hudson,
N.Y.
Tues., Sept. 22, 1925
We
had an annoying time at another cement plant yesterday.
It must have been the irritating color of the office walls,
a sickly mustard, that rubbed everyone the wrong way. Upon
Bill's stating that he was interested in the company's stock,
and asking if he could see the plan we were passed (like
the perennial buck) from one person to another, till the
assistant superintendent was called. After a long wait and
endless questions he said he had no authority to give permission,
but if we cared to wait he would wire the general superintendent
in New York City. As Bill determined to see the plant, we
waited and waited until finally the answer came that Bill
could go through, but not me. Maybe they thought my purse
had a bomb. At last a guide arrived and Bill was taken around
the whole establishment--but on the run, as closing time
was nearing. When the assistant super said he was afraid
Bill had not had time to see very much, Bill answered, on
the contrary, he had seen very striking comparisons between
this and the rival cement plant. The man seemed to take
the remark as a compliment, instead of the way Bill meant
it.
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