Dear Diary,

I saw Jerry Lester and Skinnay Ennis in “Sleepytime Gal” tonight. Jerry is an ugly little mutt, and as corny as they come, but there’s something about the guy you can’t resist. I can’t imagine what it could be, but, nevertheless, it’s there. He certainly hasn’t got looks (like Bob Hope has), and he hasn’t got the ease and self-assurance Bob has, but there’s no getting around it – Jerry Lester has got what it takes to become a first-class comedian.

Bob Hope wrote an article in Liberty this week called “The Sky’s the Limit.” As you might guess from the title, it’s about flying in general and the army and navy air corps in particular. I had no idea he had written the article, so I got a nice surprise plus a cute picture of Bob.

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Dear Diary,

I finally found out what became of Jerry Lester. He’s in New York appearing at the Strand Theater, which would make it appear that he left the Crosby show of his own accord. If that is true, I offer my humble apologies to Bing Crosby. (But he still shouldn’t have let Jerry leave the show.) From all the talk of Jerry Lester that I’ve been flinging around the last few weeks one might think I was slightly That Way about him, but please don’t get me wrong. I’ll never like anyone like I like Bob Hope, but I do think Jerry is a swell comedian, and I miss hearing him on Bing’s program every Thursday night. I hope he gets on another program pretty soon.

Dear Diary,

I hate to say this, but Bing Crosby’s program is definitely not as good as it is been. It is slipping. As a matter of fact, Mr. Crosby himself ain’t what he used to be. Bing hardly did anything really funny tonight, and he didn’t sing any good songs. To top off all that, he didn’t say about word about next weeks guests. Can you imagine? All that added on to the Jerry Lester affair has me awfully disappointed in Bing. I’ll be glad to see Bing and Bob Hope in “The Road to Morocco.” Maybe that picture will restore my faith in Bing, (as well as provide another picture to see a dozen times on account of Bob.) I surely hope it’s only temporary, ’cause he’s a swell guy.

Dear Diary,

Can you imagine? Bing Crosby didn’t say one single word about Bob Hope on his program tonight. I simply can’t believe that Crosby could put on even one show without saying something about Bob Hope. It doesn’t seem like him. Oh well. Bing hasn’t seemed like himself in a lot of ways recently, and the first sign was letting Jerry Lester go. That, I’ll never understand. But there I go again. I said I wasn’t going to bring up that subject again. Anyway, maybe Jer will show up on another program or maybe even his own program, and then I can stop beefing for once and for all.

Dear Diary,

I guess I was so mad last night while listening to Bing Crosby that I didn’t hear the mention of my true love. It seems that Walter Huston was showing Bing and Mary Martin a picture of Madeleine Corroll’s home, as a sample of fine architecture, and Mary remarked, “It’s a lovely house, but look at that strange fire-plug. It has such a long snout.” Bing said, “That’s no fire-plug; That’s Bob Hope.”

My! my! how clever our Mr. Crosby is becoming. But he wasn’t clever enough to keep Jerry Lester. That, I can’t get over!

I got several new pictures of Bob today. I guess I’ll have to take time off some day and count all those pictures of mine. There must be a million of ’em.

Dear Diary,

If I weren’t such a good girl, I’d curse like a sailor right now. I don’t know who caused it or why, but Jerry Lester’s contract has been dropped, and he is no longer on the Kraft Music Hall. I noticed last week that Bing Crosby didn’t mention Jerry for this week’s program, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Then I saw in the paper this morning that Mary Martin’s and Victor Borge’s contracts had been renewed, but there was no mention of Jerry. And the final blow was that Jerry wasn’t on the show tonight. Dam—uh, darn it anyhow. At any rate, I will soon be seeing Jer in “Sleepy Time Gal,” a picture also boasting Skinnay Ennis, a certain orcherstra leader on a certain Bob Hope radio program.

Dear Diary,

Bing Crosby was arfully good tonight, as was Mary Martin, Victor Borge, Ken Carpenter, John Trotter, and all the guests. I imagine Jerry Lester was good too, but I sneezed during his allotted time and missed him. That makes me so mad! Darn it, Jerry’s good, so why doesn’t he get more time on that program? He used to have five or ten minutes.

I got an article out of the morning paper about some of the nonsense going on on the set of “The Road to Morocco.” Bing and Bob Hope are cutting up as they usually do when they get together. I imagine this will be Bob’s best picture since “Road to Zanzibar.”

I finally got that picture of Bing Crosby taken just after he ripped his pants in Phoenix. A spectator is kneeling down mending Bing’s pants with a spectators badge. Bob is standing by, grinning from ear to ear.

Dear Diary,

Because of the open house at Sunset tonight I didn’t hear all of Bing Crosby’s program. The part I missed would have to be the first part, because during that time there are such attractions a Jerry Lester, Victor Borge, Pat O’Brien, and the funniest stuff Bing does all evening. All I heard was the dull, uninteresting last half, which usually presents the duller, more serious quests. I wouldn’t have minded so much except that in the first part of the program is when Bing talks about my friend (and his) Bob Hope, if he mentions him at all. Besides, we didn’t have a very good time anyway. (Jean, Mrs. White, Mother and I all went together.)

Dear Diary,

Bing Crosby was back on his program tonight, apparently none the worse for his recent gold tour (and two week vacation). It seems that Bing had a little trouble with his pants in Phoenix—he ripped ’em. Ken Carpenter told him he should take along two pair of pants on golf tours like that, and Jerry Lester piped up with, “Yeah, you should try that, Bing. Aftwr all if you have two par of pants on a golf trip, you shouldn’t mind making a hole in one.” Mur-der! Ken said a picture of the little incident of the back of Bing’s lap appears in the new issue of Time.

I saw in the paper today that Bing Crosby, Bob Hope and Babe Ruth are “goin’ golfin'” for sweet charity in California soon. Lucky California! Lucky charity! (What the heck am I talking about?)

Dear Diary,

Bing Crosby didn’t say anything about his forthcoming trip to Texas on his show tonight. In fact, he didn’t even make the direct statement that he wouldn’t be on his show next week. He just said that Mickey Rooney would be around next week to cut capers with the old music hall, which in Bing’s language is the same as saying that Rooney will take over next week in the absence of old “Gravelthroat.”

For the second consecutive time Jerry Lester had less than thirty or fourty words to say during the whole program. How an they expect him to grow up to be like Bob Hope someday if they never let him say anything? (Maybe they’re afraid he will—as if he could.)

Victor Borge was so hot tonight. Bing should have given his spot to Jerry, who is better than Vic anyhow.

Dear Diary,

Bing Crosby was as good tonight as he’s been in a long time. Victor Borge wasn’t quite as good as usual, but Jerry Lester had never been better. And I mean never. He was hitting on all cylinders. As a matter of fact, he reminded me of Bob Hope more tonight than he ever has before, and he always reminds me of him a little. I don’t think it’s intentional. He just seems to open his mouth and out it comes. One of his stooges  mis-pronounced his name tonight, and almost called him Mr. Lettuce. Right there was when he sounded most like Bob—telling the girl how to spell and pronounce his name.

When Bing was announcing next week’s guests, he said, “Next week we’ll be joined by—wait’ll Hope hears—Madeleine Carroll. (I’ll bet when Hope hears, he’ll also be on Bing’s show next week.)

Dear Diary

Bing Crosby’s program would have been awfully good tonight if I had heard it all, but Jeanne was using our typewriter and I couldn’t enjoy all the program. But what I heard was extra good. Victor Borge was wonderful with his “Mozart” opera, which had never before been heard. He was the tenor, soprano, chorus (which didn’t know why it was there, so it left without singing anything), the villain, and orchestra with piano accompaniment—all at once.

It appears that Jerry Lester is making a picture at Universal. It also appears that the picture he’s in is the same one that Skinnay Ennis is working in—the one I mentioned in the entry yesterday. That’s a coincidence, my one of my favorite comedians in a picture with the stooge of Bob Hope, my favorite.

Dear Diary,

As usual, the Kraft Music Hall was sell tonight. It appears that Jerry Lester became the father of a boy last week. Bing asked him if everyone wanted to hold the baby on their lap, and Jerry replied, “Well, no, Bing. Not since the government announced a shortage of rubber.” Bing and Mary Martin sang three songs tonight that they sang in “Birth of the Blues.” Jerry joined them in “The Waiter and the Porter and the Upstairs Maid.”

I was reading the paper today, and when I came to the sports page, I saw that Bing Crosby and Bob Hope are arranging a trip here early in February to do a benefit golf match for the Red Cross. On the amusement page it said that reports that Bing and Bob would be here had not been confirmed!

Dear Diary,

I went to the Cotton Bowl game today. Alabama defeated Texas A. & M. 29 to 21. It was so cold at the game that my feet almost broke off. As a matter of fact, this has been one of the coldest days in Dallas in almost two years.

Mary Martin joined the gang on the Kraft Music Hall tonight. She took Connie Boswell’s place, since Connie is going ona long personal appearance tour throughout the East. Victor Borge gave a repeat performance of his phoenetic (Is that the way to spell it?) punctuation. Not only that, but he also became a regular member of the gang tonight. With all those good stars on the program (including Jerry Lester and Bing), it is second to only one program—Bob Hope.

Dear Diary,

I signed up for civilian defense today. I’m afraid they won’t call me about it, because so may signed for it, but if they want me, I’m their’s for the asking if they need me. My first choice on the program was messenger service. If I’m called, I hope I can do that.

Victor Borge was on Bing Crosby’s program tonight. H’e still good, and I still say so, but loud! And I still say Jerry Lester is good, but louder! And I still say Bob Hope is good, but loudest!

Dear Diary,

Germany and Italy declared war on the United States about 10:00 this morning. The U.S. retaliated with a declaration of war on Italy and Germany at 2:00 this afternoon.

That Danish comedian was on Bing Crosby’s show again tonight. He’s really good, and I won’t be at all surprised is he becomes one of the outstanding comedians of the future entertainment field. He will be on Bing’s show next week too, so I’ll be able to get a little more acquainted with him. Even Jerry Lester was put in the shade by Victor, but then Jerry wasn’t given may good lines tonight, so it wasn’t exactly his fault. There was an English comedian on the program too. He wasn’t very good, but he made the third comedian. All they needed was Bob Hope and they could have played Bridge.

Dear Diary,

Boy, tonight Jerry Lester was in the groove, but good! He even had a space of about ten minutes at the end of the program all to himself, and I mean to tell you he’s good! There’s no doubt about it. There was also another good comedian on the show. I never heard of him before, but he’s swell. He’s Danish and has mastered English unusually well for the short time he’s been here.

I saw in the paper today that the ladies of the press have voted Bob Hope one of the three most coöperative stars.

Dear Diary,

I heard Bob Hope on the radio five times this month—four times on his own show and once as a guest. I didn’t see him in any pictures, but I hope to make up for that during the next two months. (And I do mean “Nothing but the Truth” and “Louisiana Purchase.”)

Another comedian has entered my life. Although I’ve liked him a long time, I only began to like him especially this month. And, but the way, that feeling is strictly reserved for comedians—No One Else. This newest addition to my comedian parade is on the air every Thursday, and by now I guess you know that I am speaking of none other than Jerry Lester. Don’t forget now, that no one can take the place of Bob Hope. He stands untouched at the head of my list, but Jerry is a darn good comedian, and there’s no denying that fact.

Dear Diary,

Jerry Lester was coloss tonight, absolutely stupen! He and Bing kept going around all evening whispering to each other about how mean “he” was to “her” and how “he” beat “here” so much she had to wear a turban to hide her cauliflower ears, and all that kinda stuff. They kept it up for a whole hour. They’d be talking about something entirely different, then all of a sudden Jerry would say, “Say, Cros, have you heard the latest? ‘That guy’ stomped through her kitchen and made her angel-cake fall.”—or something of that sort. They finally admitted that “him” was the villain.

Dear Diary,

Wowski! I believe I’m beginning to like Jerry Lester. In fact, I know it. He was terrific tonight. I don’t usually like comedians who try to imitate Bob Hope (namely Red Skelton), but Jer is so good that I just can’t help liking him. He imitates Bob some, but he has a style that belongs only to Jerry Lester. He goes so far as to take the spotlight from Bing Crosby, but they’re two different types of people and can’t easily be compared.

Dear Diary,

The old groaner came back on the air tonight, thank heavens. I was getting so tired of Don Ameche that I could have screamed. As always, Bing and Jerry were cute together, but Jer didn’t have as many of those nice juicy lines as he usually has. I hadn’t noticed it so much before, but while Bing was gone Jerry Lester, not Don Ameche, was the star of the program. Now Bing is back and no one but the mighty Bob Hope could take the spotlight away from Bing.

Dear Diary,

Okay, Mr. Bob Hope, you can reveal your head for a while. You had to draw into your shell a bit last Thursday, because Jerry Lester was hot that night, but he wasn’t in the groove tonight. I think he got out of the groove and got into a rut, which closely resembles the afore mentioned place. Anywho, as I always say, Lester will never compare favorably with Hope.

Dear Diary,

Mister Bob Hope, please be-ware. A suspicious fellow who goes by the name of Jerry Lester, but who doubtless has many aliases, is getting too funny. Too many gags burst forth from his lips. Too many laughs burst forth at his gags. Beware of Lester. He is dangerous! (What am I saying? I must be crazy!)

As you have probably guessed by now, Jerry Lester was hot tonight. He was trying to convince everyone that he was a truly great actor. Maybe you can imagine how it turned out. He pulled so many cute gags that I had to write down a few of them.

Dear Diary,

We got home tonight at 9:30. We drove from Albuquerque to Dallas today. It sure is good to see everything and everybody again. The Whites saw us turn the corner and couldn’t wait until tomorrow, so they came up for a few minutes.

Jerry Lester was better than usual tonight. I just started wondering how Bob Hope and Jerry Lester would be together. Jerry would probably be so dull beside Bob that I’d hate him, and I wouldn’t want that to happen.

Dear Diary,

I saw in the paper today that “Louisiana Purchase” has been complete. That, of course, means that even if we could go through Paramount, Bob Hope wouldn’t be there, so that takes care of that. I don’t even want to go now.

Jerry Lester was back on the Kraft Music Hall tonight. He’s a good comedian, however, comedians may come and comedians may go, but there’ll never be another Bob Hope.

Dear Diary,

I found out today why Jerry Lester hasn’t been on the Kraft Music Hall for a couple of weeks. He’s been in the hospital having his tonsils removed. (A tonsilectomy to the literate.) He’ll be back next week.

I bought a Movie-Radio Guide today. There was a picture in it of Bob Hope and Dolores, but it wasn’t especially good. He looked like he just won a bet and was grinning triumphantly.

Dear Diary,

I played my records of Bob Hope today for the first time in months. In fact, it had been so long since I played them that a few of the jokes seemed new. (Akshully)

Jerry Lester took Bob Burns’ place on KMH tonight and for many Thursdays to come. He’s a good comedian and should go places, but I dunno where.