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Washington, D.C.
Saturday, Oct. 17, 1942.

[[checkmark, bullet point]] Gave [[underlined]] Sylvia [[/underlined]] a lot of letters today that she got rid of in her usually prompt way. (She was quite upset today because she had a date for a big dance tonight down at some military post on the river and the flood prevented their having it.  She announced she was going to go to her room and get drunk alone this evening.  I wondered if she was making a suggestion I might take her to dinner - it almost sounded that way.[[red close bracket]]

Got my shipping card file in shape at last and began my production charts with Brookville first and I find that way of plotting up schedules and performance is going to be a great help in keeping things straight.

[[x]] Whitey phoned today that they don't have their fourth quarter PRP yet although supposedly it was mailed from here several days ago. Erie is wild between this and their copper cut.  Whitey and the gang are coming down here next week to do battle.

[[checkmark, bullet point]] This noon a bunch of us walked over the the Memorial Bridge to look at the rampaging river and it was certainly wild, swirling over the Parkway Drive and the Watergate three feet deep.  Pieces of houses, trees, boats and almost anything came roaring down the torrent which hit the bridge piers with pretty violent force.  It was raining and dark when I left the hotel this morning so I didn't bring my camera with me, which was unfortunate because by noon it had cleared and I could have got some good movies of the river at its very crest.  They said that above the city where the channel is much narrower, the violence of the water was almost unbelievable, and the entire waterfront was submerged down around Hogates and the yacht club and the fish markets.  The water came very nearly up to Constitution Avenue in places.

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