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262 [[red line down left margin]] might raise a question in their minds about G.E. having a man planted in WPB knocking out the undesirable special stuff for them and letting WPB take the rap for it. Just another of those little things! Mat and Paul Ehrgott (who now says he isn't a Phi Delt) threw a "little party" tonight for Henry Barnhart, the shovel boss. No WPB'ers were invited - only the gold braid and insignia - and it was for about 12 in the Madison Suite of the Wardman Park (where Paul's birthday party was held). Major McLeod and Lt. Comdr. Grace went plus various other majors - no other navy. There apparently was some obscure thought of nurturing the shovel business but the primary objective was hilarity and they had it. Vic and I did some snooping around about 9 PM to see how things were going and they were rolling at full speed. Finally we got Mat's eye from the kitchen door and gave him a couple of nose thumbs and then beat it into a telephone booth. Mat and John Grace came storming out searching for us and finally found us in the meeting room booth adjacent to the Madison Suite. We were dragged in, introduced, urged to drink, grabbed violently when we tried to escape. I had to take a thimble of benedictine to pacify Mat who was glittery eyed. We finally slipped away to bed and about 10:30 PM I got a blast on my phone demanding I come down or "by God, we'll come up and batter the door in and carry you down!" I told them to go to hell and hung up but half expected then to try at least to carry out their threat. But they didn't - I went to sleep thinking of Stevenson today.
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