Dear Diary,

I saw “Ship Ahoy” today, and, believe it or not, Red Skelton was fairly good. Don’t get me wrong now. He’s not half the comedian Bob Hope is, and as long as his show is on right after Bob’s I’ll never listen to it, but he was better than I had exspected him to be. (And I still don’t like him.)

I sure had fun at my dancing lesson tonight. I have only three lessons left after tonight unless I can manage to scrape up another four dollars. I’m certainly going to try anyway. I’m having too much fun at those lessons to quit now.

Dear Diary,

I got dozens of pictures of Bob Hope today. Well, I got ten pictures of him, plus two articles about him. Most of the pictures were from the Victory Caravan, and they showed him in the Mussolini costume he wore in his act part of the time. I had seen so many pictures of him in that particular costume and I had heard so much about the act that I could hardly wait to see it. Then that little so-and-so had to go and change his act. I didn’t get to see him in the uniform after all.

Boy, did I do something unusual for me tonight. I took the first in a series of eight dancing lessons. Me, of all people!