Dear Diary,

Mother and I spent the day at the U. S. O. headquarters in the Baker Hotel again today. I just happened to think what I’d do if every well-known solder stationed in Texas came strolling into that place. I imagine I’d faint, since a few of those men are Bill Holden, Burgess Merideth, Buddy Rogers, Lew Ayres, and Jackie Coogan. There may be more that I don’t know about. Only one thing could give me a bigger thrill – for Bob Hope to come in some day to entertain the soldiers. But that is merely a wild area, and I dream entirely too much.

Dear Diary,

Mother told me today that she would drive me out to the golf tournament next Wednesday after all, because she bought a ticket herself. It seems that she likes Bob Hope more than she likes to admit, so she bought a ticket today to go see him.

Mother and Daddy went to a party tonight at the Baker Hotel. I stayed home and listened to just about every Friday night radio program that I ever heard of, much less listened to. While I listened to the radio, I cut out my newest pictures of Bob Hope. I got about eight new ones today. I also got an article in a new movie magazine called “The Bob Hope You Don’t Know,” but I didn’t find anything in the whole article that I hadn’t heard before, at one time or other. Anyway, it was a nice article.