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as I was beginning to wonder why I couldn't get the upper hand of my sore throat. That ride to Washington seemed endless but we checked in at the Carlton about 11:30 PM at last and at St. L's suggestion, went down in the Carlton's "Sher Zhad" night spot for a bottle of Bass ale before retiring. I got asperin and Listerine and took both before going to bed thinking surely that would get my throat lined up by morning. When I went to bed, I confess, I was getting a little worried - my throat felt absolutely raw.

Washington, D.C.
Thursday, Jan. 4, 1940.
This is turning into a "nightmare trip" thanks to my throat. When I got up this morning, my throat was so sore I could scarcely bear it to swallow. So after some preliminaries at the office with Blair and Horn, I decided it was time to see a doctor and I did while St. L. and Blair went to see Comm. Uehlinger. I went up to Dr. Wm. A. Morgan, 1835 Eye St., who has a rather nice layout in a clinical building up there. Dr. Morgan took one look at my throat and said, "Son, you've got a hot throat!" and he proceeded to "burn it out" so when he got through it felt twice as badly as when I went in. He said I had a "strep" infection but was plenty strong enough to throw it off so not to worry. He said it wasn't necessary to go home tonight but to come in to see him again tomorrow. Also he said I ought to have my tonsils out and no mistake about it. He gave me a gargle prescription and told me to go about my business. As I was leaving Dr. Morgan's office, in walks