Dear Diary,

I started to go see Bob Hope in “My Favorite Blonde” today, but Mother threatened my life if I did. So just to be on the safe side, I went to the Majestic and saw “Juke Girl.” It was good, but I didn’t enjoy it nearly as much as I would have enjoyed seeing “My Favorite Blonde” to or three times more. I’m going to see it when it comes out the the Rosewin anyway. Of course, Mother doesn’t know that. I saw “Caught in the Draft” ten times, and I didn’t like it as much as I like this one, so I’ll see it at least ten times.