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[[checkmark]]  9.) Seeing Matt Tate with coat, vest and glasses off squaring off for a fight with his boss, Barnhart!  Barnhart said he wouldn't fight him unless he took his pants off too - later Matt said it was all in fun - but it looked pretty real to me.

[[checkmark]]  10.) Joe Rowbottom enticing Charlie Whitehead away from a heavy stake crap game at 1:30 AM to go home.  I standing at guard between the check room and the cabaret room to prevent Charlie from slipping in there before we could get him out.  Joe practically pushing Charlie out and into a cab with quite a struggle ensuing in the porte que chaire before getting him into the cab and Charlie as a final gesture of independence, refusing to let me latch the taxi door as it pulled away.

[[checkmark]]  11.) Lima's Robinson shared my room at the Wardman and gave me a bottle of Cutty Sark for my other twin bed.

A memorable party!

Washington, D.C.
Friday, Nov. 6 '42.

[[checkmark]]  Up at 8:15, tired and head achey - too much dissipation.  Had breakfast with Ed, who was in bad shape too.  Didn't accomplish a whole lot in the morning but managed to clean up a lot of dictation.  The whole gang straggled in one by one and very late and feeling none too chipper.  In the afternoon the weekend exodus began - Ed left for Philadelphia, Joe for New York, Matt for New York to take his daughter to the Army-Notre Dame game.  Charlie Creasser for Indianopolis for a four day vacation, Charlie Whitehead (presumably so remorseful he will go on the wagon for a while) for Philadelphia.  With Marshall already away, it leaves Vic and me to hold the fort.

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