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back, there was no use of having any conference - so we made a tentative date for next Thursday, meaning I have to come back to Boston again next week! When we left the B&M, I felt extremely low. I had hoped and partly expected to be able to go back to Erie this time with some definite assurance of what we might get on the B&M. Now it meant another stall. Roy knew I felt low from the way I acted. So we said good-bye to Neil and Roy took me up to the Parker House bar for a drink to cheer us up. Then we went down to Marion's office to make arrangements with her for this afternoon. Then Roy and I had luncheon in the Parker House grill room where he quizzed me about a possible man from Erie for the Boston Office - Whitey had warned me to make no suggestions to Roy without first having an understanding on the suggestees with Whitey. So I stalled.

After luncheon we picked up Marion, took her home, and then went on up to the Veterans Hospital to see Anthon Paul Millan, whom we found cheerful and studying "Elements of Television" between X-rays and special enemas. There is no cancer and that fact is sufficient to make Doc feel gay even though he probably faces a major operation. We could stay only about 20 minutes because visitors hours were up - and I was glad to have gone up to see Doc. When I get back next week, I hope he'll be out of the woods. He has a slight cold now which is bad because he was shot through the lungs and they bleed when he coughs very much. Another hangover from 1918! How utterly crazy all this seems today - and no one knows how it's all going to turn out - where it is going.