Saturday, June 19, 1943

Dear Diary,

Mother passed a remark tonight to the effect the Jean White likes Frank Sinatra as much as I like Bob. Four months ago Jean said she liked Tyrone Power as much as I liked Bob. Before that it had been Sterling Hayden, then Dennis Morgan, the Ronald Reagan, then Alan Ladd. Now it’s Frank Sinatra. Just to point out the contrast, Jean went to a show tonight, even though it’s the night of F. S.’s radio program. How many of Bob’s programs have a missed in three years?

Tuesday, March 16, 1943

Dear Diary,

Bob was swell tonight. He must have read what I wrote last night, because he had several new ideas. He said something about a bugler. He then said, “You know what a bugler is.” Instead of the usual description, he said, “He is not!” Alan Ladd was Bob’s guest, and they broadcasted from Camp Callen. Bob hasn’t been there in a long time. As usual, Bob had to ask his guest how he got the girls to fall for him. After a long explanation, Bob said, “I could get hails to less me took if I carried a gun all the time.” Alan said, “Are you being funny?” in a very menacing tone. In the same tone Bob replied, “Yes I’m being funny.” Alan said, “Well it’s about time.” Bob referred to Vera Vague once tonight as B. J. I had almost forgotten that she’s really Barbara Jo Allen, a very attractive young woman.

Tuesday, February 9, 1943

Dear Diary,

Paulette, Dottie, and Veronica were Bob’s guests tonight as announced, but they didn’t sing their “Star Spangled Rhythm” number. They had all been insulting Bob with such remarks as, “He’s such a wolf Paramount gave him a cave instead of a dressing room.” However, they decided to apologize. Each one kissed him, they they asked him how he liked it. He said, “Girls, I’m ashamed of you. This is meatless Tuesday, and you just cooked a ham. Bob did a skit with each of the girls. Since Veronica Lake plays with Alan Ladd in pictures, Bob was a gunman in his skit with her. In his death scent (naturally he got sho) he was so corny he stuck in a little note of his own. He said, “A-a-agh! They got me. I’m dying. (This is Alan Sadd.).” With Dottie he was Tarzan. Dottie told him to kiss her, but he said, “Kissing is baby stuff. Me Tarzan. Me no kiss. Me big man. Me big jerk!”