Dear Diary,
I spent over four hours at the rationing board this afternoon, making a total of twenty – one hours, or an average of three and a half hours a day since I started last Friday.
Bing didn’t come back on the Kraft Music Hall as scheduled tonight, so Bob Crosby carried on again. As usual, he was thoroughly enjoyable, and, as last week, I rather hate to see him go. But I’ll also be glad to hear Papa Crosby again. He’ll probably offer condolences to Bob (Hope, not Crosby). After all, Bob lost one of his chief sources of material when Don Bingo won a race.
According to Garry Moore tonight, his new job is this: “I’m the bloke who pokes cokes and smokes at folks for the guy who buys pies and dies ties in a fancy farmers’ pharmacy on a high hill in back of a haystack in Hackensac, New Jersey.”
Dear Diary,
Bob was at Fort Jackson, Columbia, South Carolina tonight. He had a guest band leader, Bob Allen, and things got a wee bit confused for my feeble brain once or twice there. Bob H. Said, “Here’s Bob and his band playing ‘You’ll Never Know,’ with Bob doing the lyrics. Take it, Bob ” or something on that order. After it was over, Wen Niles said, “Thanks, Bob. ” Who knew which Bob he meant? Bob pulled several jokes about Don Bingo, who won $27,000 at Belmont today. Bing will be able to hold that over Bob’s head for months now, just as he did when Don Juan II won a race in California last year. Which proves that Crosby does have a couple of good horses.
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