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6) And as if all the foregoing were not enough for one afternoon, we saw also, J. Donald Budge, No. 1 amateur of the world, as he made a variety of practice shots for the movies. Tall and lean in spotless white flannels which accentuated his fiery red hair, he was smashing out all sorts of strokes. His serve was the most powerful thing I've ever seen - terrific! Later we saw him and Riggs practicing together after Rigg's defeat by Hunt.

So it was a big afternoon and one, as I say, that I'd been waiting for for about twenty years. I can still hear the umpire booming out over the loudspeaker: "Game - Mr. Bromwich - the score is four games to one, Mr. Bromwich leading - second set." And so we came back to town, dinner at Child's and up to the room to write all this.

New Haven, Conn.
Tuesday, Sept. 13, 1938.
Today was a day of preparation of #0364 for the 18 car passenger test tomorrow, putting on instruments, thermometers, etc. I met #6 to tell Bob Walsh not to register at the Commodore as we would spend tonight in New Haven. As usual #6 was about 40 minutes late and Bob finally appears, the last one in the parade. He hadn't had breakfast, of course, so he, Earl Kearns and I go into the Commodore grill together and they have breakfast. I had mine at 7:30; It was now after nine. On the way to breakfast Bob has to stop to have a Bromo-Seltzer, not because he was drinking 114.2 proof Scotch last night on the Club Car but because of neuralgia on account of which he gave up smoking yesterday. Then he got a newspaper and