Dear Diary,
Garry Moore made a surprise appearance on Everything Goes, his old stomping grounds, this morning. I tuned in at first and heard the name Jim Bacchus, or Backache, or whatever he calls himself, and tuned back out again in a hurry. I can’t stand that guy. Later I wished I hadn’t tuned it off, because in the introduction of the second half I heard the words, “Our special guest Garry Moore.” He talked about buying was bonds.
I read in a magazine today that the sister-in-law who sued Bob recently, broke down and cried in court and said, “I hate to do this. I don’t want to hurt Bob.” The why did she do it? Huh?
Dear Diary,
Just for fun today I made a list of my ten favorite funny boys (comedians to youse.) Needless to say, Bob tops the list. Bing Crosby is number two. I know he doesn’t claim to be a comedian, but that doesn’t mean he’s not one –and a darn good one. Number three is Garry Moore, of Everything Goes. I used to like him on the Club Matinee, too. Fourth place goes to Zero Mostel. He’s a comparative newcomer, since I’ve liked him for something less than a year. Five is Phil Silvers, another newcomer to my list. Six is Jerry Lester, even though I haven’t heard or seen him in some time. Fred Allen holds seventh place on the strength of his ad-libbing ability. Oscar Levant is eight, although he, like Bing, doesn’t claim to be a comedian. It ended as an eight-man team. I couldn’t think of my ninth and tenth favorites.
Muriel Windham's Diary 