Hudson, N.Y., Tues., Sept. 22, 1925

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.