Dear Diary,
Jerry Colonna and Vera Vague were guests on the Camel Caravan tonight. This is the first time they have been together on a Helpless show. Naturally they talked about Bob a lot, and just as naturally, it was all degrading. (I hope that’s a word.) The announcer on the show just said that Garry Moore will be one of the guests next week. I hope he’s hitting on all four, because I’ll try to have all my friends listening. I’m probably one of the few people in Dallas who hear him every morning, since I have to tune in Tulsa or San Antonio to hear his new show.
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.
Dear Diary,
Hedda Hopper mentioned a little about Bob Hope and Bing Crosby on her program today. She merely said that Bob Hope and Bing Crosby made over $60,000 for the Red Cross in their three appearances in Texas, and that at times the crowds were so thick they had to play golf on top of them. That’s pretty nearly true too. I hope she gained her information from Bob first hand, because that would mean that he got back to Hollywood in time to get in one or two rehearsals for his radio program tomorrow night. At the game I heard hi say that he would be on and that his guest would be Babe Ruth (if available), but I thought he might have changed his mind and stayed to see the finals f the Texas Opens in San Antonio.
Dear Diary,
I stayed in bed all day today trying to get rid of this darn cold of mine. I pasted a few pictures of Bob Hope in my scrap book and did some of my home-work but other than that, all I’ve done today is be lazy.
I saw in the morning paper that Bob Hope shot an 81 at San Antonio yesterday. You had better watch out, Bob. That’s ten over par, and you were only eight over par in Houston Thursday. (However, it is quite an improvement over the score he made in Dallas Wednesday. He was sixteen over par then. It seems that Bob is always shooting in the low eighties, and Bing Crosby, as a rule, shoots in the middle seventies. Could it be that Bing’s a better golfer than Bob? Could be.
Dear Diary,
Bob Hope took his program to Camp Callen tonight. Boy, if he ever gets drafted, he should feel right at home. He’s visited practically every camp in California, and he goes to another one next week.
Billie Burke was his guest again tonight. Frankly I be perfectly content if he took Betty Hutton and Frances Langford off the show and gave their time to Billie. Billie and Silly, or Burke and Jerk go well together. Of course, she’s always insulting him or making fun of something about him, but then who isn’t?
I didn’t expect Bob to say anything about coming to Dallas tomorrow, but right at the end of the program, Ben Gage wished him luck in the golf tour he and Bing Crosby are playing in Dallas, Houston and San Antonio. (I wish he’d leave out those other cities and spend three days in Dallas.)
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