Books [I talked with old Mr. Richmond again today]
F. Donovan, Thomaston
Friday, Nov. 11 '38 I talked with old Mr Richmond again today. He is a great admirer—to [put?] it mildly, of Aaron Thomas, and is full of stories about the old [man?].
“I forgot to tell you,” said he, “about the time Aaron caught the help looking out the windows. I forget what was goin' on—some kind of parade or somethin' I s'Bose—and old Aaron he come along outside the shop this day, and there was all the help at the windows—not a durned one working' mind you— lookin' out at whatever was goin' on.
“Aaron got boilin' mad when he saw them, and he goes in and he calls the foremen together and he asks them what's the idee, can 't they keep the help [to?] work?
“Somebody says, 'Well, you know how 'tis, Mr. Thomas, when the's a parade or somethin'—they just won't stay at the benches.'”
“Well,s' says Aaron, 'by gollies we'll see whether they will or not.,” he says. So he calls Hen Wilcott, the old one armed painter, and he says, 'Hen, go down to the Case shop and paint all those windows white that're facin' the street.'”
“All right,” says Hen, and he goes down to paint 'em. He got the work done all in one day, too, and old Aaron came by the next day and looked 'em over and he was satisfied.
“But that day hen got a call from one of the foreman—one of the windows was busted, so he had to go down and fix it—put in a new pane. He got another one that afternoon and another the next morning, and two the day after that.
“So he went to Mr Thomas and said, 'Those white painted windows seem to be hoodooed, some way or 'nother—they just won't stay in.'
“‘How's that ?’ says Aaron.