Dear Diary,
Bob was at Pensacola, Florida, tonight. He had more fun with swamps, just he did in La last week. He and Colonna and Frances and Skinnay were going through the swamps. Jerry was the guide, so when he came upon an alligator, he yelled back, “I’ll wave my hand at him to see if he’s friendly.’ Bob said, “Well is it friendly?” Jerry replied, “Certainly. It’s waving my hand back at me.” Frances sang “Let’s Get Lost” tonight, and every few minutes after that Bob would break out with snatches of it. He may have been kidding, but folly that guy can sing. Vera Vague asked Bob how he was enjoying the tour. He said, “Ah yes, first to Arizona, then Texas, then Louisiana. And all because of my fans.” “Where do we go next?” “Wherever my fans chase us.”
Dear Diary,
The play on the Screen Guild Theater tonight was “Nothing But the Truth.” Bob wasn’t in it, of course, since he’s somewhere on the opposite side of the continent from Hollywood right now, probably in Florida. Frank Morgan played the role Bob did in the picture, and I’m thankful that he had the good grace to change at least the majority of the jokes, and not use the same ones Bob did in the picture. That’s more than I can say for a certain comedian (?) whose initials are Milton Berle. He used not only Bob’s jokes, but even his straight lines in a radio adaptation of “My Favorite Blonde” not too far in the distant past.
Dear Diary,
We got a letter from Donald today, saying he has been recommended for officer’s training school. And he’s only been in the air corps a little over two weeks! Not bad. He’ll be a second lieutenant when he finishes, in about thirty weeks. (He has his radio mechanic training to go through before he goes to the officer’s training school.) Mother said she hopes he’ll be sent to Florida for the training, but while we’re hoping, I hope he’ll be sent just anywhere Bob Hope might decide to appear. Of course, Donald might like to have something to say about it, not to mention Uncle Sam.
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