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I worked at the office up to 5:30 but my efficiency was definitely impaired by events.  This evening [[underline]] I took Jenny Post out to dinner [[/underline]] - I have [[paragraph highlighted]] thought I should do it for a long time but never got around to it in the six months she's been here.  We went to the New Orleans and she seemed to enjoy talking over old times and old associates at Erie.  She's a nice girl someone ought to marry.  I think she likes it here now and I guess she is doing a crackerjack job for Pat Murphy.  It was a pleasant evening and allowed me to forget somewhat at least the nightmare of the last 24 hours. [[/paragraph highlighted]]

Washington, D.C. 
Sunday, Nov. 22. 1942.

Got up about 8:30 and after breakfast wrote Willie a birthday letter (not mentioning the nightmare); then went to the office arriving about 11:30. Worked until about 3PM composing some answers to Whitey's very difficult letters to answer, planned my work for the rest of the week and then Charlie drove me up to the hotel.  Wrote journal and read until 5:30PM when I met Vic for dinner.  Evening spent on journal and reading.  It was a cold (50°) gray day which didn't attract one outdoors very much.  I'm still hot under the collar about Evans and just hope he has sense enough not to try to make an issue of the thing and get it into the papers - he is a big enough ass to do something like that.  It appears now his letter is going to get action aplenty but not the kind he bargained for.  But he has always been so lucky I wouldn't be surprised to see him slide out of this someway.

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