Dear Diary,

I saw Bob Hope in “My Favorite Blonde” twice today, which makes eight time in all. I have now seen his last eight pictures ( beginning with “The Cat and the Canary”) an average of seven and a half time each. But even as much as that is, it’s not enough. I’ve got to make the average at least eight. To do that I’ll have to see “Road to Morocco” thirteen times, or see some of this old pictures over again. But no matter how I do it, I’m going to do it, or my name isn’t Muriel “Bob Hope Fan Extraordinary” Windham.

Dear Diary,

I got several pictures of Bob Hope today. Most of them were from “The Road to Morocco,” but one of them was taken while Bob was talking to Jack Benny. It was an article about Benny, and the caption said, “Jack listens to Bob Hope, a rival, but a close friend.” I knew that they knew each other, but I didn’t know they were such good friends. However, it must be true, because the article quoted Jack as saying that he enjoys listening to other comedians, and that “Bob Hope kills me.” I hope he didn’t mean that literally.

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.

Dear Diary,

I got eleven pictures of Bob Hope from “The Road to Morocco” today. From the pictures it looks as thought this one is going to be typical of all the other “Road” pictures—and that ain’t bad, that’s good.

Mother and Daddy are planning to go to Washington, D.C. early in the morning by plane. They were going to drive and take me, but gas rationing caught up with us so I’m staying. Grams will sleep with me, but as far as meals are concerned I’m on my own. I’ve got seven dollars, so I can eat a lot of my meals out.

Dear Diary,

I got a picture of Bob Hope and Dona Drake from “The Road to Morocco” today. In the same magazine there was an open letter to all the stars of the Victory Caravan. There were only three paragraphs in the whole letter and one of them was entirely about Bob. It mentioned his tour of army and navy camps to entertain more than 100,000 men in the armed services and called it the longest tour any entertainer has ever made donating his services—and on vacation time, too. The letter went on to say that although Bob enjoys an audience and gets as much kick out of the shows as they do, he is making the appearances for free—and for freedom.

Dear Diary,

There was a picture of Bob Hope in the paper this morning in connection with the army-navy relief show. He and Jerry Colonna were holding suitcases, ready to leave.  But Bob had on the funniest looking clothes to be starting on a trip. It was an Arabian costume. I imagine the picture was taken on the set of “The Road to Morocco.” Bob looks rather nice in a turban. He should wear them more often. Then no one could tell him from a California woman—slacks and a turban. Wouldn’t he look cute chasing himself up Hollywood Boulevard, or down Vine Street? But the, doesn’t he always look cute? Well yes!

Dear Diary,

I hate to say this, but Bing Crosby’s program is definitely not as good as it is been. It is slipping. As a matter of fact, Mr. Crosby himself ain’t what he used to be. Bing hardly did anything really funny tonight, and he didn’t sing any good songs. To top off all that, he didn’t say about word about next weeks guests. Can you imagine? All that added on to the Jerry Lester affair has me awfully disappointed in Bing. I’ll be glad to see Bing and Bob Hope in “The Road to Morocco.” Maybe that picture will restore my faith in Bing, (as well as provide another picture to see a dozen times on account of Bob.) I surely hope it’s only temporary, ’cause he’s a swell guy.

Dear Diary,

I guess “My Favorite Blonde” is a better picture than I expected, because today Walter Winchell gave it, and Bob Hope, a New Yorchid in his column.

Hedda Hopper said today that Buddy De Sylva is planning a picture whose cast will include every start at Paramount, such as Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, Fred Astaire, Rochester, etc. That’s something I’ve been wishing someone would do for a long time. I’ll bet there would be little or no trouble getting people inside theaters, since their favorite will probably be in the picture. Hedda Hopper also said that on the set of “The Road to Morocco” the other day there was a call for a chimpanzee and a parrot that does not curse. Frankly I didn’t know there was any such thing.

Dear Diary,

Now I know. I’ve suspected it for some time, but now I know. Bob Hope is superstitious. I first suspected it when he refused to change dressing rooms at Paramount. Now this morning I saw in the paper that he and Dorothy Lamour refused to have any peacocks in “The Road to Morocco” because of ancient superstition that peacocks bring bad luck. So, there won’t be any peacocks in the picture. Bob and Dottie were to be surrounded by peacocks in a big love scene, and slaves were supposed to fan them with peacock feathers. But when Bob and Dottie heard about it, they set up suck an awful howl that all signs of peacocks were removed from the big scene.

Dear Diary,

I saw Bob Hope in “Louisiana Purchase” for the ninth time today. I imagine this will be the last timre I’ll see it, because I must prepare myself for such opuses as “My Favorite Blonde” and “The Road to Morocco.”

Our Sunday School class went to the Madcaps Theater tonight. Boy, who said that vaudeville was dead? Whoever it was ( and it was a lot of people) should go out there some night. Gee, that reminds me. I think I’ll write a letter to Mr. Hope and inform him of the Madcaps. He might need a job someday. (Heaven forbid!) It was a cure play though, even though it was rather corny. Toby Gunn was supposed to be funny, but I for one was rather disgusted with him.

Dear Diary,

Bing Crosby was arfully good tonight, as was Mary Martin, Victor Borge, Ken Carpenter, John Trotter, and all the guests. I imagine Jerry Lester was good too, but I sneezed during his allotted time and missed him. That makes me so mad! Darn it, Jerry’s good, so why doesn’t he get more time on that program? He used to have five or ten minutes.

I got an article out of the morning paper about some of the nonsense going on on the set of “The Road to Morocco.” Bing and Bob Hope are cutting up as they usually do when they get together. I imagine this will be Bob’s best picture since “Road to Zanzibar.”

I finally got that picture of Bing Crosby taken just after he ripped his pants in Phoenix. A spectator is kneeling down mending Bing’s pants with a spectators badge. Bob is standing by, grinning from ear to ear.

Dear Diary,

I got a few pictures today of Bob Hope presenting academy awards. In the same magazine there was an article about Bob’s and Bing Crosby’s new picture, “The Road to Morocco.” It said that although Bing winds up with Dorothy Lamour again, Bob gets Dona Drake, who is also nice. If you ask me, she’s a great deal nicer than Dorothy. If I were a man, I had certainly rather wind up with Dona Dottie. Dona can sing better, she’s cuter, and (in pictures at least) she has a nicer personality. I really don’t know whether to believe the article or not, because they said that he got Una Merkel in “The Road to Zanzibar,” but he just barely hinted in the picture that he might get to like her. So-o-o-o-?

Dear Diary,

Linda Darnell visited Sunset today. She came in my Latin class during the last period. I sit on the front row, so I got a very close view. I actually believe she’s got everything they say she has, because even at that close range she was a dream, and I never saw such a complexion. Wow! This was the second time I have seen her, because I saw her on the Majestic stage in connection with her first picture, “Hotel for Women.”

Hedda Hopper said today that in “The Road to Morocco” Bob Hope again dresses as a woman—his own aunt. She said that she, for one, was tired of seeing comedians dressed as women. Jack Benny did it in “Charley’s Aunt,” Bob did it “Nothing But the Truth,” William Powell did it in “Love Crazy,” Joe E. Brown will do it in his forthcoming picture, “Shut My Big Mouth,” and not Bob does it again! I can’t say that I blame Hedda one bit.

Dear Diary,

From the Times-Herald today: “Bob Hope has returned home from a twelve-day vacation in the East. During this period he played six benefits, made four personal appearances in connection with his latest film, Caught in the Draft, gave fifteen interviews, but did get in twelve games of golf. Now that he’s had a good rest, he goes right into Louisiana Purchase, followed by Snowball in Hell, Road to Morocco and Murder Farm, plus an untitled picture for Samuel Goldwyn. No doubt he knits for Britain in his spare time.”