Dear Diary,

How time does crawl when you’re waiting for something! There are still eight more Tuesday nights to struggle through before Bob Hope comes back on the air. I didn’t hear “A Date With Judy” tonight, because Mother, Daddy, and I went to Caddo Lake late this afternoon to see Uncle Howard’s daughter. She runs a tourist camp on the lake, and severs the best fish dinners I eve put in my mouth. I ate three fish, plus all the tomatoes, potatoes, tea, cornbread, and all the other good things that went with it.

Dear Diary,

“A Date With Judy” had its airing tonight in place of the Bob Hope show. It certainly seems strange to hear Larry Keating read those Pepsodent commercials and then hear Dix Davis, as Randolph, heckle his big sister, Judy, instead of hearing Bob heckle some female guest star—or vice versa. Golly, but I’m going to miss that big lug (excuse the fond nick-name) every Tuesday night for twelve more weeks.

Since Bob wasn’t on tonight I broke a long-standing rule by listening to the program following the Pepsodent show. But it ain’t Red Skelton, it’s Tommy Dorsey.

Dear Diary,

I never enjoyed “A Date With Judy” as much as I did tonight, because it was their last program and I was thinking all the time about next week and Bob Hope. At the end of the show Judy and Randolph had an interesting conversation: Judy: “I can’t have a date with you next week, Mr. Goodwin. I have to stay home and listen to a radio program.” Randolph: “Ues we’re going to listen to a young fellow you may have heard of. His name is Hope—Bob Hope. I predict that he’ll go places in radio.” Judy: “You see, he’s sort of a replacement for this program.”

Ha! Ha! Listen to me. I’m laughing. You too?

Dear Diary,

We left this morning at eight o’clock. We hated to leave, but I have to start back to school next Tuesday.

This evening we had just passed through Needles, California, when we saw a man lying out beside the road. We didn’t move him for fear he had been hit, but apparently he had had a sun stroke, because he had no injuries or broken bones. At least that’s what the policeman who took him to a hospital said.

I listened to “A Date With Judy” tonight. It will be on next week too, so there is no telling when Bob Hope will be back.

Dear Diary,

Tonight I tuned in on the very last of “A Date With Judy” and I just stop;p;ed to realize that there are only two or three weeks left until Bob Hope is back on the Pepsodent show. Of course, that means that school will start too, but I’ll surely be glad when he comes back. I’ve really missed him this summer.

Dear Diary,

The strangest think happened to me tonight. I was listening to the radio, waiting to hear “A Date With Judy.” It’s announced the same as Bob Hope’s program; that is, Bill Goodwin starts it by saying, “The Pepsodent show—.” I had forgotten that part thought, and it gave me quite a start. I thought for a moment that Bob Hope was back. (Only for a moment though. Darn it!)

Dear Diary,

The Whites left for Mexico this morning, so I will spend nights with Grams until they get back.

I’m sure geinning to miss Bob Hope’s radio program. Usually I’m glad when Sunday and Monday come, because it’s almost time for Bob Hope. Now all I have is “A Date With Judy,” and I can think of lots of girls I’d rather be with on a Tuesday night.

Dear Diary,

Tonight was Bob Hope’s last night on the air this season. The program was absolutely wonderful. If he told any corny jokes tonight I certainly didn’t hear them. The whole gang was swell. Bob’s guest was Ann Gillis, who will play the title role in “A Date With Judy”, the summer show. I don’t think I ever missed anyone or anything as much as I’m going to miss that guy this summer. His last word was a loud “Good-bye.”