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After lunch, we slipped over to pay our respects to Capt. Evans who was to have accompanied us to Washington but is blocked because it is not yet settled whether he or Pittsburgh will have charge of inspecting the 5"/38 job. We learned later also that Capt. Evans had just come up for selection as Admiral and been turned down, so I guess all in all he was feeling pretty low.

From the Capt's office we dashed for the train and at 2:30 PM caught the 1:30, the 2:30 on which we had reservations being 3 hours late! This morning I began to have a feeling in my throat but had no aspirin with me, but now on the train I took a couple of jolts of aspirin and soon the feeling was almost completely gone. With a feeling of (oh so false!) security (as I learned later) I sat down to enjoy the ride to New York with St. L. We had a splendid table + he opened up, telling my his whole history - son of a store keeper in St. Catherine's, worked in shops until 25, then went to college - then to the States etc, etc - all he lost in the 1929 crash. The more I see of the old boy, the better I like him. He's a real person. We got to New York in time to just make our Pennsy connection by the skin of our teeth and were off for Washington, due there at 10:55 PM (St.L. likes to avoid sleepers if possible). In the meantime my sore throat had come back and been driven off once more by my two remaining aspirins. We had dinner on the Pennsy and to my surprise St. L. suggested we have a little wine with dinner - I thought he was a complete abstainer. So we had the wine and it helped enliven me some

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