Thursday, June 18, 1942

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Dear Diary,

Mother and Daddy left for Washington on the three o’clock plane this morning. I hope they don’t have as much trouble finding a room as Bob Hope said he found the last time he was there. He said, “I had a pretty good place to sleep last night, but they should have told me there was a point on top of the Washington Monument.” The time before that he said he had to sleep in the elevator—he said he felt like a yo-yo all night. (It’s a wonder he ever feels like anything but a yo-yo, the way he talks about them.)

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