Dear Diary,
Mrs. White gave me an article from the American magazine today. Naturally it was about Bob Hope. There was even a picture of him along with it. It was only about a fourth of a page, but it was cute. It told about a young Cleveland boxer, who wants to use Bob’s old pugilistic pseudenom (Whew! did that come out of me?) of Packy East. Bob generous soul that he is, said he was through with both the name and the profession, and gave the fighter full rights to the name. After all, his present profession isn’t treating him badly.
Dear Diary,
Mother and Daddy went to East Texas today and I stayed here with the Whites this afternoon. I will sleep with Jean tonight. I hope she doesn’t talk about Robert Moomaw until after midnight, as she usually does, and I imagine she hopes that I won’t talk about Bob Hope until after midnight, as I usually do.
I got a cute picture of Bob today. He has just auctioned a kiss from Anne Shirley to an Army sergeant for fifteen dollars. He’s holding the money, and the sergeant’s holding Anne, and Bob looks like he’d like to make a little trade.
Dear Diary,
Hedy Lamarr was Dorothy Kilgallen’s guest today. Dorothy asked Hedy what she did in her spare time, and she said, “Oh, I like to swim and play my phonograph record, and listen to the radio. I like Bob Hope. He’s so funny.” Bill Goodwin said, “Bob Hope likes you too.” And who should know better? Hedy said that before she and Bob had met, a mutual friend invited Bob to dinner. He told Bob he had invited a little girl from out of town, and that he hoped Bob didn’t mind. Bob said of course he didn’t mind. So naturally when Hedy Lamarr walked in, he minded even less!
Mrs. White told me today that she heard Mrs. Bob Hope on the Lady Esther program last night. I wish I had listened.
Only four more Hopeless Tuesdays.
Dear Diary,
Mother and I are going to San Antonio tomorrow. Jean and Mrs. White are going with us, and Mrs. Emerson is going as far as Austin with us. Quite a carful, huh? Naturally, on a trip this long I wouldn’t leave my most glamorous picture of Bob Hope at home, so it comes along with us.
The only things that worries me about the trip is the problem of where to listen to Bob on the radio. We’ll probably be right in the middle of town when the program comes on, but as long as I can hear him without too many interruptions, I’ll be happy.
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