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Washington, D.C.
Monday, Sept. 28, '42.

Spent the day cleaning up my desk and really am getting all the odds and ends pretty well in hand so I can soon jump into some more big jobs that remain to be done:
[[red pencilled bullet point]] 1.) Set up a system of charts to keep track of schedules.
2.) Line up schedules properly for stock locomotives at GE.
3.) Standardize small locomotive's.
4.) Set up material flow system for small builders.

[[red bullet point]] This morning I received Whitey's official letter requesting that I resign from WPB as of Nov.1, 1942 because I am  needed at Erie badly. I turned the letter over to Charlie who said he would discuss matter with Stevenson. There is plenty of opposition to the idea - apparently I shan't lack for a job somewhere.

[[red pencilled bullet point]] Mat, Marshall and I went into town for dinner together as Ed and Vic were going to work. I think all three of us, without admitting it to each other, [[red underline]] felt like relaxing [[/red underline]] - I know I did. We went in the [[red underline]] Mayflower cocktail lounge [[/red underline]] for a couple of "balls" and to watch the dancing and life of the place. A big, young army captain with terribly dissipated black bags under his eyes made me feel maybe I don't look so badly after all. I proposed we have dinner at the [[red underline]] Del Rio [[/red underline]] for a change a place I'd never been. So we went there. It is in an old bank building, fixed up beautifully and leaning toward good dance music and atmosphere more than good food. But that was all right because we had a [[red underline]] fascinating evening [[/red underline]] in sort of a [[red underline]] Spanish style. [[/red underline]. I shan't mention the food.
[[red underline]] Mat [[/red underline]] started things off by buying the exotic singer [[red underline]] ^[[Inguelina,]] [[/red underline]] a [[red underline]] gardenia [[/red underline]] which established her at our table between numbers. I think she is a Brooklyn Jewess, but she looked very Cuban and had a really lovely voice and sang Spanish songs that were most delightful. She wouldn't dance but did drink a couple of champaigne cocktails with us and talked - mostly to Marshall and Mat - maybe she thought they had the dough - anyway it was

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