Dear Diary,

Jean saw Tyrone Power in “This Above All” today. She is now claiming she likes him more than I like Bob Hope. Well, she has to prove it to me. I’ll believe her when she gets seven hundred pictures of him, sees his pictures an average of seven times each, buys every magazine with anything about him in it, and listens to the radio every spare minute just to see if she can hear anything about him. When she does all those things because of Tyrone Power just as I do them because of Bob Hope, I’ll believe her, but until then I shall bide my time to see just how long she will like him.

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Dear Diary,

This is the proudest day of my life! I learned to whistle with my fingers! As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be able to do it. When I heard Red Ferrington do it two weeks ago, I wanted to learn more than ever. The climax came tonight. I got my bicycle back from the repair shop today (Gee, it’s purty!) and Jean was riding it around the block. I wanted to take a short spin, so I thought I’d whistle at her and try to stop her. All of a sudden I was whistling though my fingers. I wonder if Bob Hope can do that. He certainly ought to be able to, after all the practice he’s had on Hollywood and Vine. (if you know what I mean—and I think you do!)

Dear Diary,

Madeleine Carroll was Bill Stern’s guest tonight, and naturally she talked about Bob Hope. She said that she didn’t excell in any sports, but that she had a friend (Bob Hope by name) who claimed he played a wonderful game of golf. Then she added, “But you know Bob.”

Speaking of Mady, I saw her and Bob in the previews of “My Favorite Blond” today. I wanted them to show a picture of Percy the Penguin, but they just showed a guy they called Bob Hope. I never heard of him.

Jean and I stayed up till after midnight tonight talking and playing dominoes, but mostly talking. Naturally Jean beat me at dominoes but we tied in the talking part of it.

Dear Diary,

A fine Easter this turned out to be! I woke up this morning with a temperature of 102˚ and it stayed with me until about 8:30; at which time it dropped to 100˚, which is still rather warm. Mother wouldn’t let me go to church or go with Jean, Betty Lou, and Helen to play miniature golf or anything. We were afraid for a while early in the day that I had the mumps, but we have changed our minds. Since I couldn’t get up, I just stayed in bed and stared at the picture of Bob Hope on my desk. Lovely pasttime, that! Jean and the gang came over after Sunday School to see how I was feeling. After they finished their game, Jean came over and spent the afternoon with me. She won bot games again today.

Dear Diary,

Would Bob Hope be proud of me if he knew what I had done today. I bought two Pepsodent Fifty-tuft toothbrushes, a large can of Pepsodent Tooth Powder, and a large bottle of Pepsodent Antiseptic. That should bring the Pepsodent Company just about enough money to pay Bob’s salary for the next four or five months.

I spent most of the day today down town shopping. I bought a new pair of shoes, in addition to all the Pepsodent products. I had intended to go play miniature golf with Betty Lou in order to prepare for the game the whole gang will play tomorrow, but I couldn’t find time between going to town and getting my hair fixed, so I guess I’ll have to let Jean beat again tomorrow.

Dear Diary,

I went through every one of my magazines today. Those that had nothing in them about Bob Hope and those that had things about him I could cut out, I put in a stack to take to Jean White to read while she is sick in bed. She has had a fever and a cold for the last few days and I thought she might enjoy all my extra magazines. Anyway, she got them whether she wanted them or not.

Dear Diary,

I bought three magazines today, and out of those magazines I got twenty pictures of Bob Hope. I ain’t doing so bad(ly). I already have so many I don’t know what to do with them all.

Jeanne Wade and Betty Lou Clifton (why the formality?) came over today. I had a lot of fun telling them about a certain little incident at Del Mar. I told Jean White about it last night, so I only had it to tell twice today.