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.

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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,

I got a letter from Daddy today. He said he saw “Ship Ahoy” today, and never appreciated Bob Hope so much in his life. And the Leonards, who are avid Skelton fans, got up and left before the show was over because they couldn’t take any more of that same Mr. S. And here I was thinking it was a pretty good picture. Ain’t life peculiar?

I spent the entire afternoon in bed with a headache—such a pleasant pasttime! However, I wouldn’t recommend it as the ideal way to spend a summer afternoon. Between groans I listened to the radio. That helped my head a lot, too.

Dear Diary,

I saw “Ship Ahoy” today, and, believe it or not, Red Skelton was fairly good. Don’t get me wrong now. He’s not half the comedian Bob Hope is, and as long as his show is on right after Bob’s I’ll never listen to it, but he was better than I had exspected him to be. (And I still don’t like him.)

I sure had fun at my dancing lesson tonight. I have only three lessons left after tonight unless I can manage to scrape up another four dollars. I’m certainly going to try anyway. I’m having too much fun at those lessons to quit now.

Dear Diary,

Betty Lou and I went to the Telenews theater tonight. There wasn’t anything especially interesting except a March of Time and a Popular Science. In the Popular Science film they showed how cadets are tested at Randolph Field, Texas, to see whether or not they are physically fit for flying. It was so interesting that if I were a boy, I’d rush down there in double-quick time and get myself a little of that training.

While we were down town I got the new issue of Movie-Radio Guide, but there was nothing in it about their poll. Bob Hope has just got to be Star of Stars again this year. (And Ill scream bloody murder if R.S. is first in anything!)

Dear Diary,

I got a new picture of Bob Hope today taken at a benefit for baskets for the needy. In the picture with him are Rudy Vallee and one other guy whose name I refrain from mentioning, but whose initials are R.S. I think you know who I mean. He may be okay, but I just can not get excited about him. In fact, I am so unexcited about him that I have never listened to one of his programs. I never will listen to one of them until he gets on the air at a different time. Now he’s on right after Bob Hope—the one time in the week in which I absolutely refuse to listen to any radio program, good or bad. If he ever changes, I may reconsider the matter some, but from what I’ve heard when he guested on other shows, I’m not sure I’d listen to him even then.

Dear Diary,

Wowski! I believe I’m beginning to like Jerry Lester. In fact, I know it. He was terrific tonight. I don’t usually like comedians who try to imitate Bob Hope (namely Red Skelton), but Jer is so good that I just can’t help liking him. He imitates Bob some, but he has a style that belongs only to Jerry Lester. He goes so far as to take the spotlight from Bing Crosby, but they’re two different types of people and can’t easily be compared.

Dear Diary,

I ws reading a this morning and I got so mad I could have screamed. Every time I saw Red Skelton’s name, he was being compared with Bob Hope. I took a pair of scissors and went through the whole magazine. If I came to something like “Red Skelton, the second Bob Hope,” I just cut Bob’s name completely out.

Dear Diary,

Today we saw the preview of “Doctor Kildare’s Wedding Day.” Red Skelton is in this one. He’s the guy who’s supposed to be the combination of Bob Hope and Fred Allen. Well, maybe he is and maybe he isn’t, but from what little (very little) I’ve seen of him, I’d say he was mostly “isn’t.” He may be good, but he’s not as good as Bob Hop;e even when he combines him with Fred Allen.