Dear Diary,

I saw in a magazine article today that the definition of a jeep, according to Bob Hope, is “a malted-milk machine that got drafter.” Really, Bob, I’d never have thought it of you. I really thought you had more pride than that.

There was a tribute to George Gershwin on the radio tonight. Some of the better known participants in the show were Bill Goodwin, Bing Crosby, Dinah Shore, Edward Arnold, the King’s Men, and Paul Whiteman and his orchestra. It was awfully good, and the King’s Men sang the most beautiful arrangement of “Bidin’ My Time” that I ever heard.

Dear Diary,

I saw in the paper today that Sam Goldwyn has signed Dinah Shore to appear in the picture he’s going to make which will star Bob Hope and Dorothy Lamour. Boy, Bob certainly gets surrounded by singers in his pictures. There has been Shirley Ross, Martha Raye, Bing Crosby, Dorothy Lamour, Dona Drake, and now Dinah Shore. It’s strange that novody let’s Bob sind an entire song all by himself (or is it so strange?) But I solemnly swear that before I leave the realm of worldly things, I shall hear him sing a song all the way through—with no other vocal accompaniment. Just little Bobby!

Dear Diary,

I asw the Pemiere for Britain today. Some of those present were: Royce Colon, Bob Hawk, Dallas Symphony Orchestra, Dolly Loehr, Susanna Foster, Maureen O’Hara, Bruce Cabot, Arthur Lake, Larry Simms, Daisy, Dinah Shore, Merry Macs, Maureen O’Sullivan, Alan Mowbray, Errol Flynn, Gracie Fields, and Allan Hones. I have never been so disappointed in my life as I was in Bob Hawk. I expected a nice looking young man about the size of Bob Hope and rather dark. Well, he was dark all right. It just goes to show you, though. Bob Hope was better than I expected when I saw him last Septermber, and Bob Hawk let me down horribly, but I guess he can’t help how he looks. On the whole the premiere was grand.