Dear Diary,

I heard Bob Hope on the air one time this month. It would have been twice if I hadn’t missed that program last Saturday night. I don’t believe I ever had anything to disappoint as much as that did.

I saw Bob in “My Favorite Blonde” three times this month, making a total of nine times in all. That raised the average number of times I’ve seen his last eight pictures seven and three fourths. I’ve go to raise that to at least eight, and I’m going to trie my best to make it nine.

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Dear Diary,

Jimmie Fidler told a cute story about Bob Hope tonight. He said, “Bob Hope surprised a waiter recently by ordering a piece of Mussolini cake. The waiter, rather taken aback by the request, replied that the restaurant didn’t serve anything like that. Bob said, ‘Sure, you sever it, but you probably know it by another name. You probably call it crumb cake.'”

I saw “My Favorite Blonde” for the ninth, and probably the last, time today. I just saw it once today, because I went rather late in the afternoon. But who knows? I may go again tomorrow.

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.

Dear Diary,

Golly, am I mad. “My Favorite Blonde” was on the radio tonight on the P. M. Playhouse, and who was playing Bob Hope’s part? Milton Berle of all people! And they used the script practically word for word, and nobody followed the movie script any more closely than Berle. I knew he was famous for swiping gags, but I didn’t know he’s just come right out in the open like that. It just isn’t being done in the better circles (and Berle’s are under his eyes.) Imagine anyone trying to take the place of a guy like Bob Hope—”My Favorite Blonde” starring Milt Berle, My Favorite (?) Goon.

Dear Diary,

I saw Bob Hope in “My Favorite Blonde” twice today, which makes eight time in all. I have now seen his last eight pictures ( beginning with “The Cat and the Canary”) an average of seven and a half time each. But even as much as that is, it’s not enough. I’ve got to make the average at least eight. To do that I’ll have to see “Road to Morocco” thirteen times, or see some of this old pictures over again. But no matter how I do it, I’m going to do it, or my name isn’t Muriel “Bob Hope Fan Extraordinary” Windham.

Dear Diary,

I heard Bob Hope on the air only three times this month, since he started his vacation June 16. I didn’t see him in any shows during June, (except that short subject at the Kessler) but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to. Bob just happened to be “between engagements during June. I intend to see “My Favorite Blonde” four or five times when it comes to the Texas next month, and I can hardly wait for “The Road to Morocco” to be released, but until then I’ll have to be content with thinking about him and looking at a few hundred pictures of him. I have over seven hundred pictures, which is two hundred more than I had in January of this year. I sure hope I can reach my goal of one thousand before the year is out. I’ll have to do a lot of collecting if I make it, but I think I can do it. Anyway, I hope that’s the hardest thing I ever have to do.

Just for the records, I hereby swear off all Red Skelton pictures. I don’t want to help is B.O. (Box Office, not the other kind) rating by seeing another one of his second-rate pictures.

Dear Diary,

I saw Bob Hope in “My Favorite Blonde” for the fifth and sixth times today. I imagine that will be the last time until it comes to the Texas or Rosewin. I’m going to be too busy resting tomorrow to go to any show, even “My Favorite Blonde.” I’ve got to get in plenty of rest so all my wits will be functioning Monday night for Mr. Hope and his most illustrious companions. Golly, won’t Monday ever come? I guess it will, because I felt this way twice before this. Once almost two years ago, and once not three months ago. But both those days came, and so will next Monday.

Dear Diary,

I saw in the paper today that Bob Hope and Bing Crosby took time out in Chicago to play a golf game, the proceeds from which go to a local Chicago fund. Gee, it would be swell if they did that in Dallas too. But I doubt if they will, because, after all it was only three months ago that they did that very thing here in Dallas for the Red Cross. It really doesn’t make a lot of difference, though, because I’ll see them Monday night, golf or no golf.

I got two or three pictures of Bob today. The magazines they were in contained reviews of “My Favorite Blond,” and you should hear the way the all praise Bob!

Dear Diary,

I saw Bob Hope in “My Favorite Blonde” twice today. It’s an A-1 picture. In fact, it’s the best picture he’s made since “Louisiana Purchase” (which, by the way, was his last picture). I’m not going to try to make any comment on the picture, because every columnist in the United States has already praised it to the high heavens.

Betty Lou saw it with me today, and I think she and Jean are going with me again tomorrow. I doubt if we’ll be able to get Jean to sit through it twice, but Jean or no Jean, I’m going to see that picture twice tomorrow. That will still make only four times, so I’ll have to be sure and see it at the Tower next Saturday and Sunday.

Dear Diary,

I haven’t seen Bob Hope in any pictures this month, but that will be more than made up for, beginning next Saturday, and I do mean by seeing “My Favorite Blonde” six or eight times. Not only that, but I’ll see him in person a week from Monday. And that, boys and girls, ain’t hay! I heard Bob on the radio four times this month. He was on a China Relief show April 11, and I heard him on his own show three times. I would have heard him on his own show four times, but of course, President Roosevelt had to take his air time last Tuesday for his report to the nation, in which he said almost nothing which had’t been said a thousand times before he said them. Anyway, the President wanted to speak, so who am I tell him when he should do it. He must not like Bob Hope though, because every time he speaks on Tuesday, it’s always at nine o’clock. Actually he does it because that’s a convenient listening time for most people and ensure he’ll have plenty of listeners. I saw in the paper that President’s Roosevelt’s rating was as much last week as the combined ratings of Bob Hope, Jack Benny, and Fibber McGee usually are.

Dear Diary,

Madeleine Carroll was Bill Stern’s guest tonight, and naturally she talked about Bob Hope. She said that she didn’t excell in any sports, but that she had a friend (Bob Hope by name) who claimed he played a wonderful game of golf. Then she added, “But you know Bob.”

Speaking of Mady, I saw her and Bob in the previews of “My Favorite Blond” today. I wanted them to show a picture of Percy the Penguin, but they just showed a guy they called Bob Hope. I never heard of him.

Jean and I stayed up till after midnight tonight talking and playing dominoes, but mostly talking. Naturally Jean beat me at dominoes but we tied in the talking part of it.

Dear Diary,

I had the most wonderful surprise today. I read in the paper that Bob Hope is going to be the master of ceremonies at the army-navy relief show. Actually it’s not such a great surprise, because I have mentioned before that I wanted him to be either m.c. or the last one on the program. As master of ceremonies, he’s not only last, but first, middle, and always.

I got a new movie magazine today that contained a review of “My Favorite Blond.” This reviewer (who claimed “Louisiana Purchase” was Victor Moore’s picture) said that in this picture Bob Hope fives the best performance of his career and one of the best of the month, above all other performances, good and bad.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope was so good tonight that I could never begin to say just how good, but I will try. Vera Vague was his guest, and he was broadcasting from the naval replacement center at San Pedro. Bob and Vera were talking about men (which lets Bob out) and Vera said, “I’d just love to get married and settle down in a cozy little home.” Bob said, “Why, Miss Vague, I’m touched. I’m deeply touched,” She said, “Oh, Mr. Hope, would you liek to be that man?” Bob replied, “I said I was touched, not tetched!” Naturally Bob said something about “My Favorite Blond.” Then he added quickly, “And I must remember to send Fred Allen his ninety-nine cents.” Colonna called Bob on the phone tonight to say, “I’ve just eloped with a showgirl and she’s turning in her uniform.” (A loud bang and some kissing) “A bubble dancer!” Everyone laughed so much after the bang that Bob said, “That last wasn’t needed.”

Dear Diary,

I’m afraid to believe my eyes. I saw something in the morning paper that is too good to be true. It just doesn’t happen to me, so it must not be true. To think—twice in three months. Maybe I’d better explain myself. There was an incomplete list in the paper of the stars to appear in Dallas May 11 for the Army-Navy Relief show. Bob Hope is coming!

Tonight Fred Allen told about all the trouble he had trying to see Bob Hope and Madeleine Carroll in “My Favorite Blond.” He couldn’t get a seat, even though the man outside said there were plenty, and Fred kept demanding his 99¢ back. He devoted about twenty minutes telling about his struggles, and said it always happened at big-name pictures like that.

Dear Diary,

Well, I was in bed all day again today, and I’m afraid I’m in for it again tomorrow, since I still have a little fever (between 98.5˚ and 99.5˚ most of the day.)

I saw in the paper today that Ann Gillis is again being condisered for Bob Hope’s summer show. Gosh the time has ceratinly rolled around. Just a few more weeks (well, not much more than that) until Bob goes on his summer vacation. I’m not sure, but I think his vacation starts June 16. That’s only about ten weeks more.

Jimmie Fidler gave “My Favorite Blond” three bells today. He said the supporting cast was excellent, but the lion’s share of acting honors went to Bob Hope and Madeleine Carroll. (Natcherly!)

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope’s show was so good tonight (March 31) I believe I’ll continue the discussion here. Bob was talking about the premiere of “My Favorite Blonde” which was held last night. He said, “When I came on the screen, a man in back of me started applauding, so I turned around and said, ‘Thanks for the applause. I’m Bob Hope.’ He replied, ‘I’m not applauding. I have a portable and I’m listening to “Deep in the Heart of Texas.”‘” Still speaking of the premier, Bob said, “Kissing Madeleine Carroll and making love scenes with her is just another day’s work to me.” Andy Devine said, “Gosh, Bob, what do you want out of life?” Bob replied, “Just another day’s work!” What a man! But then, can you blame him? I can’t.

Dear Diary,

I guess “My Favorite Blonde” is a better picture than I expected, because today Walter Winchell gave it, and Bob Hope, a New Yorchid in his column.

Hedda Hopper said today that Buddy De Sylva is planning a picture whose cast will include every start at Paramount, such as Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, Fred Astaire, Rochester, etc. That’s something I’ve been wishing someone would do for a long time. I’ll bet there would be little or no trouble getting people inside theaters, since their favorite will probably be in the picture. Hedda Hopper also said that on the set of “The Road to Morocco” the other day there was a call for a chimpanzee and a parrot that does not curse. Frankly I didn’t know there was any such thing.

Dear Diary,

I saw Bob Hope in “Louisiana Purchase” for the ninth time today. I imagine this will be the last timre I’ll see it, because I must prepare myself for such opuses as “My Favorite Blonde” and “The Road to Morocco.”

Our Sunday School class went to the Madcaps Theater tonight. Boy, who said that vaudeville was dead? Whoever it was ( and it was a lot of people) should go out there some night. Gee, that reminds me. I think I’ll write a letter to Mr. Hope and inform him of the Madcaps. He might need a job someday. (Heaven forbid!) It was a cure play though, even though it was rather corny. Toby Gunn was supposed to be funny, but I for one was rather disgusted with him.

Dear Diary,

I got a picture of Bob Hope today from “My Favorite Blonde.” That means it will be out in about two months or less. Less, I hope. After all, it’s been over two months since I last saw him in a picture. “Louisiana Purchase” will be at the Texas next Sunday, but I can’t go see that, because I’ll be at a concert early in the day and I’ll be listening to him after the concert. I guess I’ll just have to wait until it gets to the Rosewin before I see it for the ninth (and probably tenth) time. I guess I can stand the wait though.

In the same magazine from which I got that picture there was as picture of Marlene Dietrich giving Bob a light. Bob looks like he’s trying to impress her. He’s putting on that old glamour-boy act. It’s just opposite from the first picture. In that one he looks like an excited kid.

Dear Diary,

I saw the most unusual thing about Bob Hope’s new picture in the paper today. He and Madeleine Carroll are the stars, but it appears that as a surprise the producers put in a cute little sequence involving one Bing Crosby. His name will not appear on any billing, but he does play a bit part. In one scene Bob was walking along a dark street and stopped to ask a fellow for a match. The “fellow” turned out to be Bing Crosby. Bob walked on a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned around, and murmured, “It can’t be!”

That picture (“My Favorite Blond”) sounds like it’s going to be a rip-snorter. Bob Hope is a vaudeville entertainer and Mady Carroll is suspected of being a spy. Bob gets mixed up with her and before you know it, Bob is suspected too.

Dear Diary,

From the Times-Herald today: “Bob Hope has returned home from a twelve-day vacation in the East. During this period he played six benefits, made four personal appearances in connection with his latest film, Caught in the Draft, gave fifteen interviews, but did get in twelve games of golf. Now that he’s had a good rest, he goes right into Louisiana Purchase, followed by Snowball in Hell, Road to Morocco and Murder Farm, plus an untitled picture for Samuel Goldwyn. No doubt he knits for Britain in his spare time.”

Dear Diary,

I saw in the paper today that Bob Hope is mistaken for a spy in his next picture, “My Favorite Blond.” Bob plays a smart-alec small town vaudevillian who get mixed up with a supposed gestapo agent, actually a British secret agent, to be played by Madeleine Carroll. They meet on a train and the first thing you know Bob is also suspected. I can just see Bob trying to dodge the secret agents.