Entry One Hundred Fifty-Six
Sunday Fri., July 20 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Al Fried’s party was ??? ok??? After the party every one went miniature golfing. Went with Paul doubled with Al Fried & Sandy Lewis.
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Entry One Hundred Fifty-Six
Sunday Fri., July 20 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Al Fried’s party was ??? ok??? After the party every one went miniature golfing. Went with Paul doubled with Al Fried & Sandy Lewis.
Entry One Hundred Fifty-Five
Friday Wed., July 18 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Bob is starting to warm up a bit. I never noticed how nice looking he was before. *I’m going to give him 2 years. If by that time there’s no spark……. I’ll try to forget him.
Entry One Hundred Fifty-Four
Tuesday, July 15 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Just think one month ago June 15th Bob told me he loved me. Today he’s 17 and does he love me? I hope so. He’s been pretty nasty to me.
Entry One Hundred Fifty-Three
Monday Sat., July 14 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Went to a beach party with Paul. He’s nice. He’s a good kisser but (of course) he’s not as good as Bob. I don’t think I’ll even find anyone else to take his place.
Entry One Hundred Fifty-Two
Sunday, July 13 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Went to Friday night services with the Gaylords.
Entry One Hundred Fifty-One
Thursday Tues., July 10 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Lynn slept over my house.
Here, faithful readers, is a poem taken from a newspaper column in the women’s section of an 1890s San Francisco Chronicle title “Behind The Mask” by Nora Perry–an American poet and journalist who wrote for the Chicago Tribune. It is for the lonely ones who know not what they do.
“‘She speaks and smiles the gay old way
She is the same as yesterday,’
You turn and say.
The same as yesterday, before
The dark-winged angel at her door
Entered and bore
The treasure of her life away;
‘The same, the same as yesterday.’
And as you say
These questioning words with questioning tone,
Apart from you and quite alone
She makes her moan;
She does not dare to trust her woe
To break its bonds, her tears to flow
In outward show,
Lest, like a giant in her life,
This woe should rise to stronger life
And fiercer strife.
So, wearing on her face the guise
Of olden smiles, with tearless eyes
She dumbly tries
To lift her burden to the light,
To live by faith and not by sight,
And from the night
Of new despair and wasting grief
At last, at last to find relief
Beyond belief.
Even as she stands before you there
With all the old accustomed air,
The smiles that wear
The mirthful mask of yesterday.
She stands alone and far away
From yesterday.
She stands alone and quite apart,
With mirth and song her aching heart
Has lot nor part.
The while your criticize her air
Of gay repose, pierced with despair
She does not dare
To speak aloud her bitterness,
To tell you of her loneliness
And sore distress.”
Entry One Hundred Fifty
Tuesday Sun., July 8 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
At 8:15 A.M. Marian called me & sayed we were going to a ball game. Well, 8:40 she picked me up and we went to witness the Burbank Jr’s against out men’s team. Met a guy named Paul White wanted me to go to a picnic at the last minute. I decided not to go. Art Freed was there too. Nancy went too. Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis what a terrific show.
Entry One Hundred Forty-Nine
Sunday Fri., July 6 Weather unmarked.
Dear Diary,
Tests today. Got A in Science, D in Spanish. Went out with Bob Ulis to show. Tried to hold my hand. Told him no. Saw Frogmen was excellent. Got home 12:40.
Editorial Note:
The Frogmen was an unremarkable 1951 adventure flick directed by Lloyd Bacon, and starred Richard Widmark, Dana Andrews, and Gary Merrill. None of those names ring a bell? Well, that’s not surprising since the film was tagged as “the sensational story of Uncle Sam’s Underwater Commandos! “ yet it failed to gain any historical traction. That said, they fight like men from another world, but they’ve got Texas, Brooklyn and Missouri written all over their hearts; what’s not to like! Check out the chuckle-worthy trailer below.
From a 1880s San Francisco newspaper: The Etiquette of the Saloon
“George Garer is a barkeeper in an underground saloon on Kearny street, and Gussie Herman is one of the ‘pretty waiter girls’ in the same saloon. On last Thursday night the two became involved in a dispute about one dollar and a half, which he claimed she owed the bar for drinks and he, after calling her some very improper names, slapped her face; after which she ‘went for him,’ pulled his hair, and struck him in the face. She caused his arrest for assault and battery, and yesterday he was tried before the Police Judge and found guilty of the offence [sic] charged. He will appear for sentence tomorrow.”