Dear Diary,

Tonight was Bing Crosby’s last show of the season, so at the end of the program he called up brother Bob, who will sub for Bing, to help Mary announce next weeks guests. Then Bing, with about two minutes to spare (and he needed every bit of it) said, “Well, so long. Be of good cheer. Farewell. Take good care of yourselves. Love each other. Adios.” Bob, Mary Martin, Ken Carpenter, and John Scott Trotter, in unison, said, “G’bye.” Bing said, “Every year I get the same enthusiastic farewell. I tell you, it’s heartwarming.” Well, even if they won’t miss you, Bing, I will. I hope you and Bob Hope get in several nice solid games of golf during the summer. Bob needs it for that pot of his.

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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,

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,

This is the first month in a long time that I haven’t heard Bob Hope even once. I’ll hear him next month plenty though so I’m not terribly worried.

I’ve had a better time this month than I’ve had since last September, almost a year ago, when I saw Bob Hope in person. I’m speaking, of course, of the little incident that happened Saturday, August 30. That’s the first time I was ever on the air, but what a way to make my debut! Over an NBC coast to coast hook-up with Pat O’brien and Ken Carpenter!

Dear Diary,

I’m still excited over yesterday. I can hardly believe it happened, but I have two large pictures, personally autographed by Pat O’Brien, to prove it. In one of the pictures, Pat is singing and Ken Carpenter is leaning on the back of my chair with a card in his hand. That’s how I found out who handed me the card. I got his autograph in my book after the program was over. In the second picture I’m shaking hands with Pat O’brien.

I bought several magazines today and they all had pictures of Bob Hope in them. One of them had the complete story of “Nothing But the Truth.” Another had one picture and part of the story from “Louisiana Purchase.”

Dear Diary,

We went to Del Mar early today, because I wanted to see, as well  as hear, the quiz program. Bing Crosby left for Argentina yesterday so Pat O’Brien took his place on the program. Well, I not only saw the program, but I answered a question, the judges picked my answer as best, and the next thing I knew I was walking down a long corridor to where Pat O’Brien was waiting to sing for the winner. I sat in the seat of honor, and in the middle of Pat’s chorus I asked a question that was on a card some man handed me. The man patted me on the shoulder after I read it, and said I did swell. I found out later that “the man” was Ken Carpenter.

I didn’t see Bob Hope at the races, but that was more than made up for.