Dear Diary,
I saw “They Got Me Covered” twice today. I don’t know if I’ve ever said this before, but Bob Hope is handsome. I don’t mean cute, or distinguished, or anything else – I mean just plain handsome. And though they may deny it, other people (besides Mrs. Hope) would agree if they could think of him as something other than a comedian. they can’t understand how a comedian can be nice looking and still funny.
Dear Diary,
I got a picture of Bob Hope and the Mrs. today. There were talking to Dorothy Lamour at a dimout premiere in Hollywood. It was taken just before Bob left for Alaska.
I saw Phil Harris and his show for the fourth, and probably the last time today. Of course, I may have been imagining things, but once when Phil winked one of those superior grade winks of his, I could have sworn he was looking right at me. Well, I told you I had an imagination. I still think he was, though.
Dear Diary,
I read an article in a movie magazine today about different types of movie kissing. It said the “blitz” kiss belongs to Clark Gable; the “I’m-a-patient-man-but-this-is-it-sister” kiss of Spencer Tracy’s; the “longer-it’s-postponed-the-better-it-will-be” kiss of Boyer; the “this-can’t-be-happening-to-me” kiss of Gary Cooper’s; and last, but not least, the “I’m-only-doing-this-for-the-laughs” technique of Bob Hope’s. Well, maybe he does just do it for the laughs, but I’ve seen him in several clinches he seems to be thoroughly enjoying. Golly, I hope Mrs. Hope never reads this diary. (I’m sure my opinion would make a lot of difference to her. Ha! ha!)
Muriel Windham's Diary 