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- and was thinner - I suppose he has run himself to death. In fact, he announced he had had a semi-stroke with fever of 103° but snapped out of it overnight. He also had a bad rub on his leg from smoking which made him stop that for a few days. But he seemed happy - we took him to the swimming place and saw him swim to the float, [[underline]]dive [[/underline]] etc! - my heart was in my throat but I guess he'll be all right - god knows, I hope so, I do miss him so - even more than Babbie.

We had supper at Whitey's - Gouldy was there. Whitey assured me my job in Washington would cost me nothing personally, an assurance I was glad to get. C. E. Wilson is still kicking about my signing up with WPB but I guess Whitey has him buffaloed. Gouldy, Dixie Walker and I boarded the puddlejumper together - to bed early.

Washington, D.C.
Monday, Aug. 3 '42.

By some miracle, the Puddlejumper was only about a half hour late this morning and I got to work on time but didn't stop at the GE. We ploughed all day working up a picture of [[underline]]1942 locomotive output [[/underline]] and [[underline]]carryover [[/underline]] to 1943 for Charlie, knocking off at 7 PM. [[underline]]Charlie [[/underline]] is trying his damnedest [[underline]]to get a AA1 for the builders [[/underline]] who are now stymied with their A1A and also need releases for 1943 at once to [[underline]]avoid shutdown Jan. 1 - and [[/underline]] a bunch of people down here [[underline]]who don't seem to appreciate the need for locomotives nor the problems involved in building them are hemming and hawing [[/underline]] and making everyone of us exasperated. The war is going badly, the [[underline]]Russians falling back steadily, [[/underline]] and god knows what lies ahead.