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developing. I only wish I had a couple of days to really fix the place up, edge the beds, etc - it would be lovely.

We drove to Edinboro this afternoon to get Rog and he seemed satisfied to come home although he had had a fine time and looked splendid - brown and bright eyed and happy and like himself. Last Sunday he didn't look that way and it disturbed me. When we got home, Rog and I had a game of catch which was good to have again. But like all summers, July is a very active, happy month and August is a let down - the Colonel with his exuberance gone, vacation over, summer waning, the freshness of things wearing away.

Joe Neill and George Adams were on the train tonight as well as my old side-kick Al Olmer of Erie Forge, about three sheets in the wind as usual and drinking heavily still. Among the three of them I whiled away a rather dull evening and got to bed at 10:30 and wished it might have been sooner - my berth the last made up because a colonel in the upper sat in the section reading and didn't seem to give a damn if he ever went to bed.^[[ )]]

Washington D.C.
Monday Aug. 10, 1942.

Couldn't get in the Carlton this week so went to the Lafayette where there isn't so much class but I do have a big twin bed room to myself, a radio, no fresh paint smell and a dining room that doesn't rob you brazenly.

Today I signed up with WPB on a $1 a year basis as Principal Industrial Specialist, a very good rating so I'm told. Now I must live on