Entry Eighty-Two
Monday Sat., April 21 Weather unmarked
Dear Diary,
Went to Dr. Cornelious (wore Aunt Selmas heels & boy do my feet feel awful) says my eyes improve some. Holidays.
Lynns Party. Harvey backed out of going last minute. “God damn it.” Some stupid guy “Tom” took his place. I look real wonderful with mascara, eye shadow & a sexy outfit. Jim took—Riley brought. It was a party where the guys dressed as gangsters & the gals as gun-molls. I won a revolver-lighter as a prise for getting closest in “pin the cigarette in the gangsters mouth.” It broke up at about 12:00 midnight. I sure wish Harvey Rootland would’ve gone. Darn!
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