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There amid the trees and flowers, all about us the bright colors of spring, the music, the sky above, prosperous people without fear but inclined to seriousness, we had dinner. Two demi-mondaines made eyes at us from afar, - at the next table was a party of five men two of whom I am sure were DuPonts, and the rest familiar. It was Washington in fateful days but fortunately the United States - not France or England. But even the future for us now seems hidden in a mist of doubt.

Ernest blew in by plane from Erie later and we had a visit with him. I find him a charming man as I get to know him better. He referred to the good work Walt Scarborough is doing on the malleable casting assignment.

St. L. wanted to take a walk before returning so I went with him in a cigar search which was fruitless and after another chilling in the Carlton lobby watching the crowd about 11 PM, we went to our room and to bed - after another sip of scotch at St. L.'s suggestion. My cold seemed neither better nor worse after a day of alternate perspiration and refrigeration.

Erie, Pa.,
Wednesday, June 12, 1940.
We made all arrangements first thing this morning to fly to New York this afternoon and take #21 to Schdy this evening. Then Emmet Horn and I went over to see Col. Gillespie on more or less courtesy call to look at a vague tank proposition while St. L. and the rest of the gang went back to the gun factory. We