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realized. He is a tall handsome chap in the forties who looks very much like Adolph Menjou but not dissipated - a very likeable man. 

Had dinner with Earl at the Raleigh and am home here at 8:00 PM to pack and retire early. 

En route Wash. to Erie. 
Friday, Dec. 11, 1942.

Having wired Whitey for a breakfast date today, I was at the Carlton at 8AM but he never showed up and never did get to town today. Mrs. Cook gave me copy of a [[underline]] letter Stevenson wrote today to Whitey appealing to him to make the necessary arrangements to furlough [[/underline]] me for the duration and requested I discuss with Whitey tomorrow in case the original did not arrive. I know I am hanging to the Company by a very slender thread at the moment and I am terribly uneasy. To go with the government would be like Columbus sailing out onto an unknown sea - or so it seems to me now. 

Mat and Ed and I had lunch at Casey's Chop House - devilled crab and Michelob beer. [[underline]] I shall miss the good companions [[/underline]] here and the good times we have had together if I leave. It is too bad the Company couldn't see its way clear to let me stay on at Dollar-a-Year for a couple of days a week, but Chet Lang apparently has his mind made up. 

Much dictation, a decision to get the Evans Auto-railer out from under L-97 and a shove for some new schedule cards to replace the monthly schedule sheets occupied the day largely. 

I had a lonely scotch by myself at the Lafayette and then caught the [[underline]] 6:50 for home. To bed early and to dreams of a government job. [[/underline]]

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