Monday, August 10, 1942

Dear Diary,

Mother and I are going to San Antonio tomorrow. Jean and Mrs. White are going with us, and Mrs. Emerson is going as far as Austin with us. Quite a carful, huh? Naturally, on a trip this long I wouldn’t leave my most glamorous picture of Bob Hope at home, so it comes along with us.

The only things that worries me about the trip is the problem of where to listen to Bob on the radio. We’ll probably be right in the middle of town when the program comes on, but as long as I can hear him without too many interruptions, I’ll be happy.