Dear Diary,

I called Betty Lou this morning, and she said that the short subject at the Rialto while I was at the farm was the “Hedda Hopper’s Hollywood” short subject that had Bob Hope’s radio program for April 28 in it. That’s the second time I’ve missed something about him recently. The third, and worst, came tonight after I got home from the show (and what a lousy show). I picked up the paper and read that two hours earlier Bob had been on a radio program called “Soldiers With Wings” with Jerry Colonna and various other Hope companions An he even sang a song! Oh, woe is me! My luck is getting awful.

Dear Diary,

Well, it happened again. I got a second autographed picture of Bob Hope in the mail today. It came from Paramount studio and was in the regular type of envelope that all Bob’s pictures are sent in, just like the last one I got, but I can’t imagine why either of them was sent. I know Betty Lou sent for one a long time ago, and I got that okay. Then I got the second one, for what reason heaven only knows. The only thing which could have caused them to send the third one was the fact that I sent him a birthday card. Just the same, I hope it becomes a habit.

Dear Diary,

Betty Lou wanted me to go to the show with her today, but since I’m going to spend the day at the Texas tomorrow gazing at Bob Hope, I told her we’d better wait a few days. After all, I want to save just a little bit of my eyesight for my old age. If I start going to shows every day, that may not be so easy. Anyway, I have to go to the Palace some time next week and see “Fantasia.” I certainly don’t want to miss that picture after all I’ve heard about it.

Dear Diary,

I heard on the radio today that Bob Hope has switched the location of his benefit golf match from New York to somewhere in New Jersey. It seems that the Little Flower wants to hold a big parade on that day, and he doesn’t want anything to detract from the crowd. So, little Bobbie, being big-hearted, agreed to shift scenery. Wasn’t that sweet of him?

Betty Lou and I took our second dancing lesson tonight. I enjoy those lessons more and more every time. I think I’ll take an advanced course after my eight lessons are over. By golly, I may learn to dance yet! (Optimistic, ain’t I?)

Dear Diary,

Well, until today my list of “crushes” included Bob Hope (over and above all others), Bing Crosby, Ray Milland (long ago), Van Heflin, and Jerry Lester (?). But today somebody else popped up. Betty Lou and I went to the Majestic today to wish Horace a happy birthday. We went to the stage-door after the show to wait for him, but everybody came out except Horace. However, we didn’t mind so much, because Red Ferrington made up for it. He passed once and said something to us, then he came back later and stood around and talked to us. When he wasn’t talking, he was singing or whistling so loud that we had to hold our ears. Once he started singing something about “They laughed when I sat down at the piano” and I added “They didn’t know you were from the finance company.” He looked at me in a very strange manner, and in a low basso voice he said, “Very good, my dear, very good.” He rattled on like that for about a half of an hour, and I liked it!


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Ferrington’s Satisfied

Red Ferrington, comedian on the Horace Heidt Treasure Chest program which will be heard at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday over WFAA, got a picture bid but elected to stay with Heidt. Ferrington was one of the main attractions of Heidt’s theater shows in Texas.

Dear Diary,

Betty Lou and I saw Horace Heidt and the gang at the Majestic today. Horace got out in the middle of the audience and made a big hit with everybody – including me. I’ve liked him a long time, but he really sold himself to me today. He and Bob Hope are good friends. Bob was one of the very few who knew about Horace’s secret marriage before it was made public.

I heard Bob by short wave this morning. He said quite a bit about Texas. He said that when he got off the train, one guy applauded five times, and was departed as an alien. As usual he talked about how tough Texas are. He said one fellow was hanged for putting a wet spoon in a cafe sugar bowl. He really made us sound rough, but that’s what everyone thinks anyway, so do we care?

Dear Diary,

A fine Easter this turned out to be! I woke up this morning with a temperature of 102˚ and it stayed with me until about 8:30; at which time it dropped to 100˚, which is still rather warm. Mother wouldn’t let me go to church or go with Jean, Betty Lou, and Helen to play miniature golf or anything. We were afraid for a while early in the day that I had the mumps, but we have changed our minds. Since I couldn’t get up, I just stayed in bed and stared at the picture of Bob Hope on my desk. Lovely pasttime, that! Jean and the gang came over after Sunday School to see how I was feeling. After they finished their game, Jean came over and spent the afternoon with me. She won bot games again today.

Dear Diary,

Would Bob Hope be proud of me if he knew what I had done today. I bought two Pepsodent Fifty-tuft toothbrushes, a large can of Pepsodent Tooth Powder, and a large bottle of Pepsodent Antiseptic. That should bring the Pepsodent Company just about enough money to pay Bob’s salary for the next four or five months.

I spent most of the day today down town shopping. I bought a new pair of shoes, in addition to all the Pepsodent products. I had intended to go play miniature golf with Betty Lou in order to prepare for the game the whole gang will play tomorrow, but I couldn’t find time between going to town and getting my hair fixed, so I guess I’ll have to let Jean beat again tomorrow.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope isn’t going to be on Orson Welle’s program next week, but he will be on it soon, so it doesn’t make much difference just exactly when it is.

I got two birthday presents today—one from Betty Lou Clifton (a swell present), and one from Mrs. Andrews in San Francisco.

Dear Diary,

I bought three magazines today, and out of those magazines I got twenty pictures of Bob Hope. I ain’t doing so bad(ly). I already have so many I don’t know what to do with them all.

Jeanne Wade and Betty Lou Clifton (why the formality?) came over today. I had a lot of fun telling them about a certain little incident at Del Mar. I told Jean White about it last night, so I only had it to tell twice today.

Dear Diary,

I went to the show with Betty Lou Clifton today and we saw “The Thief of Bagdad.” It certainly was a swell picture and the beautiful scenery in technicolor was more than worth the price of admission.

After the show I went out to Fair Park to the concert. Jose Iturbi was the soloist and he was wonderful. He played Grieg’s Concerto. He made about six curtain calls because the applause was so vigorous and he finally played an encore. He didn’t sayt what it was but it sounded a lot like Albeniz.

I got home just at the end of the Gulf Screen Guild and the way he announced next week’s play it sounded like the one with Bob Hope that I’ve been waiting for but it wasn’t.