Dear Diary,

I got eleven pictures of Bob Hope from “The Road to Morocco” today. From the pictures it looks as thought this one is going to be typical of all the other “Road” pictures—and that ain’t bad, that’s good.

Mother and Daddy are planning to go to Washington, D.C. early in the morning by plane. They were going to drive and take me, but gas rationing caught up with us so I’m staying. Grams will sleep with me, but as far as meals are concerned I’m on my own. I’ve got seven dollars, so I can eat a lot of my meals out.

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Dear Diary,

I listened to Bob Hope by short wave today. I was eating broiled fish at the time, so if anything smelled, it definitely was not Bob. He pulled one cute gag about his nose that I had forgotten since last Tuesday night. It came up in the program for some reason, as usual, and Bob said, “Go ahead. Make fun of my nose, but it sure comes in handy for measuring my three gallons.” He sure had fun with Madeleine Carroll when she muffed her first good joke. I thought the two of them would never stop laughing. Gee, I’ll bet it would be fun to laugh with Bob Hope instead of at him for a change.