Dear Diary,

“A Date With Judy” had its airing tonight in place of the Bob Hope show. It certainly seems strange to hear Larry Keating read those Pepsodent commercials and then hear Dix Davis, as Randolph, heckle his big sister, Judy, instead of hearing Bob heckle some female guest star—or vice versa. Golly, but I’m going to miss that big lug (excuse the fond nick-name) every Tuesday night for twelve more weeks.

Since Bob wasn’t on tonight I broke a long-standing rule by listening to the program following the Pepsodent show. But it ain’t Red Skelton, it’s Tommy Dorsey.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope broadcast from New Orleans tonight. He made me slightly mad, because he said something about Houston and Ft. Worth, but not one word about Dallas. First he said, “I entered a male beauty contest the other day to pick Mr. New Orleans. The judges pointed to one man and said, ‘This is for St. Louis, Mo.’ They pointed to another and said, ‘This is for Houston, Texas.’ Then they looked at me and said, ‘This is for men only.'” Ft. Worth came in when Bob killed a big swamp mosquitoe and something heavy dropped. Frances asked what is was, and he said it was carrying the mail to Ft. Worth. Larry Keating said, “Bob Hope walked into a New Orleans restaurant and smelled the food.” Bob: “Ah!” Larry: “Then he saw the beautiful waitresses.” Bob: “Ah!” Larry: “Then he saw the prices on the menus.” Bob: “A-a-a-gh!”