Dear Diary,

This is the proudest day of my life! I learned to whistle with my fingers! As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be able to do it. When I heard Red Ferrington do it two weeks ago, I wanted to learn more than ever. The climax came tonight. I got my bicycle back from the repair shop today (Gee, it’s purty!) and Jean was riding it around the block. I wanted to take a short spin, so I thought I’d whistle at her and try to stop her. All of a sudden I was whistling though my fingers. I wonder if Bob Hope can do that. He certainly ought to be able to, after all the practice he’s had on Hollywood and Vine. (if you know what I mean—and I think you do!)

Dear Diary,

Well, until today my list of “crushes” included Bob Hope (over and above all others), Bing Crosby, Ray Milland (long ago), Van Heflin, and Jerry Lester (?). But today somebody else popped up. Betty Lou and I went to the Majestic today to wish Horace a happy birthday. We went to the stage-door after the show to wait for him, but everybody came out except Horace. However, we didn’t mind so much, because Red Ferrington made up for it. He passed once and said something to us, then he came back later and stood around and talked to us. When he wasn’t talking, he was singing or whistling so loud that we had to hold our ears. Once he started singing something about “They laughed when I sat down at the piano” and I added “They didn’t know you were from the finance company.” He looked at me in a very strange manner, and in a low basso voice he said, “Very good, my dear, very good.” He rattled on like that for about a half of an hour, and I liked it!


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Ferrington’s Satisfied

Red Ferrington, comedian on the Horace Heidt Treasure Chest program which will be heard at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday over WFAA, got a picture bid but elected to stay with Heidt. Ferrington was one of the main attractions of Heidt’s theater shows in Texas.