Dear Diary,
I bought an album of records today, and one of them was “Thanks For the Memory.” It’s a beautiful arrangement by David Rose and his orchestra. On the inside cover there is a picture of Bob and the rest of the cast of “The Big Broadcast of 1938.” Underneath the picture it says: ” ‘Thanks For the Memory’ was the big reason behind the single instance in which Bob Hope made his fans cry. He sang it to Shirley Ross in a touching parting scene that made him a national figure. So much so, that his next picture bore the son’t title.” That little paragraph gave me a terrific longing to see Bob’s first picture.
In listening to Bob’s rebroadcast today, I heard: Frances said, “Bob, do you think you can get enough gas to drive all the way to South Carolina?” Bob: “What? With my reputation! my personality! my siphon!”
Dear Diary,
Bob was at Fort Jackson, Columbia, South Carolina tonight. He had a guest band leader, Bob Allen, and things got a wee bit confused for my feeble brain once or twice there. Bob H. Said, “Here’s Bob and his band playing ‘You’ll Never Know,’ with Bob doing the lyrics. Take it, Bob ” or something on that order. After it was over, Wen Niles said, “Thanks, Bob. ” Who knew which Bob he meant? Bob pulled several jokes about Don Bingo, who won $27,000 at Belmont today. Bing will be able to hold that over Bob’s head for months now, just as he did when Don Juan II won a race in California last year. Which proves that Crosby does have a couple of good horses.
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