Got up early to take Dusty's place at the office. Very busy with requests and calls all AM. A Bromo Seltzer and two coffees helped my health problem. Wrote and finished an article on the Red Cross in the PM. It needs editing, but it's practically done. Jimmie stopped for 15 minutes and I gave him two verses that I'd written calculated to raise his ego beyond minding his lack of a hair-cut. We met at 7 at the Red Cross Service Club and I know we were feeling strange at being downtown together for the first time. We talked at the YM canteen and I walked to the hospital with him and back to Mead House to sleep. He says he was "queasy" - queer and uneasy. So he was queasy , too, but we parted with great assurances - "I love you for (1)-(2)-(3)" he said.
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