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declined to ignore Rule G even to the extent of one cocktail. "There ware plenty of them who would like to get that on me," he reminded.

Mr. Perkins repaired to the hockey game and we to the Armory where Roy's Company was having annual inspection by Major Stewart of the U.S. Army. Roy looked like a million dollars in his uniform and decorations - a splendid figure of an officer who would do credit to the U.S.A. anywhere. I felt proud of him. We couldn't pry him loose until about 11 PM and then we went to his apartment and reviewed developments today until 1 AM, imbibing some MGs the while. Marion and I did a lot of kidding back and forth about Miss Hinds and I suspect Roy took me half seriously because I overheard him in an aside to Neil "-isn't it funny how a fellow can fall for a shallow little thing like that?"  AS far as I was concerned it was pure kidding--only I do think she is cute looking. It was too late for Neil to get home, so we spent the night at the Manger, where the parking is easier, and in [[underlined]] separate [[/underlined]] rooms - never again will I try to fight his snoring when I'm trying to go to sleep!

Boston, Mass.
Wednesday, Mar.13, '40.
This was one day of frustration. We spent all day in the office and about the only tangible results of the day as far as I was concerned was that we made definite dates to see Durfee and Paton tomorrow. Tarzan, Jr. was held over at Augusta and delayed today at Rigby en route to Woodsville for I.C.C. so it now appears certain it won't work before Friday night putting me on the spot. I've just about decided to go home tomorrow night.

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