Dear Diary,

Although Bing Crosby had only one guest tonight, the program was better than it has been in some time. Bing and Mary Martin were talking about saving materials for the government, and Mary said, “Why, Bing, do you realize that just sixty-two little tooth-paste tubes will hod together all the radio connections for a big bomber?” Bing replied, “Yeah, and it doesn’t take much more that that to hold Bob Hope together.”

Victor Borge was better tonight, because he stuck mostly to his music. He was funny all right, but in a musical sort of way. I think he must realize that he’s not nearly as good a comedian as he is a pianist, although when he combines the two, the results are pleasant enough.


Dear Diary,

If I weren’t such a good girl, I’d curse like a sailor right now. I don’t know who caused it or why, but Jerry Lester’s contract has been dropped, and he is no longer on the Kraft Music Hall. I noticed last week that Bing Crosby didn’t mention Jerry for this week’s program, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Then I saw in the paper this morning that Mary Martin’s and Victor Borge’s contracts had been renewed, but there was no mention of Jerry. And the final blow was that Jerry wasn’t on the show tonight. Dam—uh, darn it anyhow. At any rate, I will soon be seeing Jer in “Sleepy Time Gal,” a picture also boasting Skinnay Ennis, a certain orcherstra leader on a certain Bob Hope radio program.

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,

Because of the open house at Sunset tonight I didn’t hear all of Bing Crosby’s program. The part I missed would have to be the first part, because during that time there are such attractions a Jerry Lester, Victor Borge, Pat O’Brien, and the funniest stuff Bing does all evening. All I heard was the dull, uninteresting last half, which usually presents the duller, more serious quests. I wouldn’t have minded so much except that in the first part of the program is when Bing talks about my friend (and his) Bob Hope, if he mentions him at all. Besides, we didn’t have a very good time anyway. (Jean, Mrs. White, Mother and I all went together.)

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,

Bing Crosby was as good tonight as he’s been in a long time. Victor Borge wasn’t quite as good as usual, but Jerry Lester had never been better. And I mean never. He was hitting on all cylinders. As a matter of fact, he reminded me of Bob Hope more tonight than he ever has before, and he always reminds me of him a little. I don’t think it’s intentional. He just seems to open his mouth and out it comes. One of his stooges  mis-pronounced his name tonight, and almost called him Mr. Lettuce. Right there was when he sounded most like Bob—telling the girl how to spell and pronounce his name.

When Bing was announcing next week’s guests, he said, “Next week we’ll be joined by—wait’ll Hope hears—Madeleine Carroll. (I’ll bet when Hope hears, he’ll also be on Bing’s show next week.)

Dear Diary

Bing Crosby’s program would have been awfully good tonight if I had heard it all, but Jeanne was using our typewriter and I couldn’t enjoy all the program. But what I heard was extra good. Victor Borge was wonderful with his “Mozart” opera, which had never before been heard. He was the tenor, soprano, chorus (which didn’t know why it was there, so it left without singing anything), the villain, and orchestra with piano accompaniment—all at once.

It appears that Jerry Lester is making a picture at Universal. It also appears that the picture he’s in is the same one that Skinnay Ennis is working in—the one I mentioned in the entry yesterday. That’s a coincidence, my one of my favorite comedians in a picture with the stooge of Bob Hope, my favorite.

Dear Diary,

I went to the Cotton Bowl game today. Alabama defeated Texas A. & M. 29 to 21. It was so cold at the game that my feet almost broke off. As a matter of fact, this has been one of the coldest days in Dallas in almost two years.

Mary Martin joined the gang on the Kraft Music Hall tonight. She took Connie Boswell’s place, since Connie is going ona long personal appearance tour throughout the East. Victor Borge gave a repeat performance of his phoenetic (Is that the way to spell it?) punctuation. Not only that, but he also became a regular member of the gang tonight. With all those good stars on the program (including Jerry Lester and Bing), it is second to only one program—Bob Hope.

Dear Diary,

I signed up for civilian defense today. I’m afraid they won’t call me about it, because so may signed for it, but if they want me, I’m their’s for the asking if they need me. My first choice on the program was messenger service. If I’m called, I hope I can do that.

Victor Borge was on Bing Crosby’s program tonight. H’e still good, and I still say so, but loud! And I still say Jerry Lester is good, but louder! And I still say Bob Hope is good, but loudest!

Dear Diary,

Germany and Italy declared war on the United States about 10:00 this morning. The U.S. retaliated with a declaration of war on Italy and Germany at 2:00 this afternoon.

That Danish comedian was on Bing Crosby’s show again tonight. He’s really good, and I won’t be at all surprised is he becomes one of the outstanding comedians of the future entertainment field. He will be on Bing’s show next week too, so I’ll be able to get a little more acquainted with him. Even Jerry Lester was put in the shade by Victor, but then Jerry wasn’t given may good lines tonight, so it wasn’t exactly his fault. There was an English comedian on the program too. He wasn’t very good, but he made the third comedian. All they needed was Bob Hope and they could have played Bridge.

Dear Diary,

Boy, tonight Jerry Lester was in the groove, but good! He even had a space of about ten minutes at the end of the program all to himself, and I mean to tell you he’s good! There’s no doubt about it. There was also another good comedian on the show. I never heard of him before, but he’s swell. He’s Danish and has mastered English unusually well for the short time he’s been here.

I saw in the paper today that the ladies of the press have voted Bob Hope one of the three most coöperative stars.