Dear Diary,

Mother and I spent the day at the U. S. O. headquarters in the Baker Hotel again today. I just happened to think what I’d do if every well-known solder stationed in Texas came strolling into that place. I imagine I’d faint, since a few of those men are Bill Holden, Burgess Merideth, Buddy Rogers, Lew Ayres, and Jackie Coogan. There may be more that I don’t know about. Only one thing could give me a bigger thrill – for Bob Hope to come in some day to entertain the soldiers. But that is merely a wild area, and I dream entirely too much.

Dear Diary,

Jean and Betty Lou and I went to Wee St Andrews today and played miniature golf. Gee, more fun! I felt like Bob Hope, in a small way. Evidently Jean must have felt like Bing Crosby, because she won two games out of two. Poor Betty Lou came in on the tail end of both games, which, of course, left me second both times. We’re going again next week if we ossibly can. I’m determined to beat Jean.

After we finished playing, we went to Lake Cliff and walked around the entire lake. But you might know that when we found a nice shady spot with a good view of the lake, we sat down and looked for a while. We all felt as if we had walked around Texas by the time we got home.

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,

Some time ago Walter Winchell put a small bit in his column about how Bob Hope, in “The Ghost Breakers,” cheered up the heartbroken people of Coventry, England, just after it was bombed. Today he put the same story in a long article in the new Photoplay. There was an accompanying picture of Bob from a scene in “The Ghost Breakers.” He quoted a government official as saying that the government doesn’t want Bob Hope and people like him to serve behind a gun—they are needed behind cameras and microphones.

Gee, Mother and Daddy have been gone over two days now. I wish they’d come home. I’m getting lonesome with noone here but Grams and I and Mother and Daddy way down in the Rio Grande Valley. Harlingen to be specific.

Dear Diary,

Gee, is Texas getting a lot of publicity lately. Deep in the Heart of Texas is second on the Hit Parade now. I’ve been keeping account and I’ve heard it on the radio ten times this week by just listening to the programs I always hear. I’ll bet if Bob Hope sang it on his program it would be first pretty soon (maybe.) Oh yes, speaking of Bob Hope, I’m just wondering what’s going to happen on that poor Gulf Screen Guild Theater tomorrow when Bob, Bing Crosby, and Hedy Lamarr take over in the play, “Too Many Husbands.” That’s going to be hot stuff. I’m just trying to figure out which one of the two will turn out to be “excess” baggage.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope has acquired a habit I’ve been wishing he get for months. He talks quite a bit about Texas. It may be a passing fancy, but if so, it’s been four weeks in passing. Bob was at Camp Cook tonight, and he was talking about how hard it was to shave in a crowded room (they told him as they sewed his nose back on). He said, “I saw one tough fellow  here from Texas. He didn’t bother with razors. He just pulled out a pivot tooth and scraped.” Bob told about taking a tank ride while he was there, too. He said, “The tank was shaking and bouncing so much that they finally told me to do something to take it off my mind. I tried singing ‘Deep in the Heart of Texas,’ but it didn’t do any good, because I soon got a callouse somewhere near Dallas.”

Babe Ruth finally made it. He was Bob’s guest tonight.

Dear Diary,

Gee, what weather. It snowed all morning yesterday, and it had practically disappeared in the middle of the day. Not only that, but today the sun was shining so that I had to wear only a light jacket. Oh boy, it’s wonderful. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have Texas weather to write about in my poor little diary.

There was a long article in the paper this morning about the Academy Award dinner. The writer rather contradicted himself. He first said that Gary Cooper and Jimmy Stewart stole the comedy spot-light from everyone there, including Bob Hope. Then, not two paragraphs later, he went into detail about the gag one Mr. Robert Hope used to get the biggest laught of the evening.

Dear Diary,

I bought my bicycle license today. When I left home it was rather warm so I wore a light jacket over my twin sweaters and was completely comfortable. Before I got home it had turned so cold that I couldn’t feel my ears, and my hands and feet were so cold I could hardly move them to get off of my bicycle. That, friends, is a sample of Texas weather. (Speaking of Texas, “Deep In the Heart of Texas” jumped from ninth last week to third on the Hit Parade this week.)

Well this is the last day of February. Boy, what a month it has been. As far as Bob Hope is concerned it’s been about the most eventful month of my life. It has been different in another way too. I’ve had the worst head cold I can remember. Counting today, I’ve had it twenty-four days, and it’s still going strong.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope’s show was funnier tonight than it has been in weeks. He was really in the groove. He didn’t say anything about his trip to Texas, but he did mention Texas. The gang was at Camp Haan in Riverside, California. Betty Hutton said she had been dancing with a soldier from Texas. Bob said, “From Texas, huh?” (Note witty dialogue.) The minute Texas was mentioned a cheer went up from those soldiers that could be heard for miles. Bob said, “Gosh! That many?” After the cheering had subsided Betty said, “Boy, that soldier from Texas was really tough—he gave me some charms for my bracelet.” Bob asked, “Why does that make him tough? What kinds of charms were they?” Betty: “His second lieutenant’s teeth!”

Bob mentioned that he had to register for the draft yesterday. He said, “They asked me in such a nice way this time that I just couldn’t refuse.”

Apparently Babe Ruth wasn’t available tonight.

Dear Diary,

Bing Crosby didn’t say anything about his forthcoming trip to Texas on his show tonight. In fact, he didn’t even make the direct statement that he wouldn’t be on his show next week. He just said that Mickey Rooney would be around next week to cut capers with the old music hall, which in Bing’s language is the same as saying that Rooney will take over next week in the absence of old “Gravelthroat.”

For the second consecutive time Jerry Lester had less than thirty or fourty words to say during the whole program. How an they expect him to grow up to be like Bob Hope someday if they never let him say anything? (Maybe they’re afraid he will—as if he could.)

Victor Borge was so hot tonight. Bing should have given his spot to Jerry, who is better than Vic anyhow.

Dear Diary,

Mother and I got home today about four o-clock this afternoon. We really had a swell time, but I’m glad to get home anywho.

Today Hedda Hopper was interviewing a Powers Model who’d trying to get into movies. The girl said, “Miss Hopper, do actresses have the right to choose thir own leading men?” Hedda said, “What’s the matter? You don’t want Bob Hope or Cary Grant already, do you?”

That’s what I call good, when Bob is classed as an outstanding leading man like that. (Well, he is one.)

Dear Diary,

Mother and I started toward Hughes Springs today at about 11:30. I took a magazine with me to read in the car. It had an article in it written by Buddy deSylva, who wrote “Louisiana Purchase,” Bob Hope’s new picture. He told all about the basic changes in the stage play and the picture. He said the biggest change was the climax of the story, and that that scene would be the best, and funniest, thing Bob Hope has done in pictures to date. I sure hope he’s right.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope was Bing Crosby’s guest tonight. The other guest, John O’hara, revealed the fact that Bob’s real name is Leslie Townes Hope. That wasn’t news to me but it was to most people. Bing brought up the uear 1891 as the year the railroad completely replace the pony express. Bob said, “Three guesses as to who got the pony.” Bob and Bing got to arguing about who was the better golfer. Connie Boswell said, “So that’s what happened to that golf tour you and Bing were planning to take through Texas.” Bob said, “No, we heard from Texas. They told us to go through Oklahoma—but fast.”

Once Bing mentioned John Scott Trotter and Bob said, “You know, it’s nice working with an ocrhestra leader I can see for a change.”

Dear Diary,

I went to Fair Park with Suzanne today. We went all through the Hall of State and saw all the old Texas relics there. After we left we went to the show and saw John Barrymore in “The Invisible Woman.” It was a good picture.

Suzy said that when she owned a string of newspapers and became famous she would introduce me to Bob Hope. Yippay! Hooray!