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We caught a taxi on the bridge and took them home. Kathryn is a puzzle to me - a great tease and half the time you can't figure out what she's driving at. Her prize question of the evening was this, popped suddenly as we were all driving home in the cab - "What kind of a time did you think you were going to have tonight?" I don't know yet what prompted this unless she thought we were a couple of gay, old Lotharios who had planned a different sort of evening. I replied that frankly I hadn't known just exactly how the evening might turn out except that it was bound to be a pleasant one. Another remark she made that struck me strangely was in reply to a statement I made en route home that the evening had been "just about perfect." She turned her head away and with chin uptilted said, "I'm glad everyone agrees on that." It was a good evening and a pleasant change from our bachelor nights that seem to parade endlessly month by month. Also I am sure the girls enjoyed and appreciated it - I think they got a hoot out of being out with a couple of older men that was a change from the youngsters they usually date; and there may have been a slight feeling of deviltry involved that gave it some added zest.

Washington, D.C.
Sunday, Oct. 18, 1942.

A lovely morning, the first in a week, and I took my movie camera with me to the office to get some shots including one of the Wardman Park and the Shoreham, Charlie and Vic, Charlie and I, Allies Inn (where we had dinner about 2 PM), the water lily pool back of Interior, a horse and buggy, 515 22nd St and the Lincoln Memorial, finishing the film. The river had withdrawn within its banks today so I missed any shots of the flood.