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When I got home, found Ann Davis and Elizabeth Cain had "playfully" pushed Rog into a patch of poison ivy and Willie was wild, massaging him in the tub with Fels Naptha soap.  Later Elizabeth came over to express apologies and Willie gave her a tongue lashing that to me far exceeded the bounds of good taste.  I was upstairs when she did it and I thought she was talking ^[[insertion]] over [[/insertion]] the phone to Mrs. Davis and I winced--it was bad.  She should show more restraint.

This evening Willie, Colonel and I went to the Hofbrau and had the usual jolly evening. I never tire of that place. To me "Miss Lois " and Fritz singing duets  was the highest spot of a consistently fine show. Allene Skinner Brooks and her husband were sitting near us and I was interested to see their reaction. They seemed to get as big a kick out of it as anyone else. The Colonel and I had 4 or 5 bottles of beer a piece and I was sure sleepy driving Ann home but all went well.

Meant to note in here that Whitey has transferred young Frank Turner into our Dept. on car and bus work. Turner is the small, rather insignificant looking fellow who was a Control Div. draftsman, went to college, TB [[Greek letter: pi]] etc, came back into the Control Div. as an engineer and gradually worked his way up from EW resistor work (the worst in the office down there) to urban transit work and now gets this. He must have it and I think he deserves a lot of credit. There are other men down there who, offhand, would seem more eligible but of course, I scarcely know his capabilities. I feel if Whitey picked him, he probably is OK. Whitey, I feel, has the faculty of seeing men right.