


"Whatever is known to thyself alone has always very great value"... Emerson
1939 Started revising “Slipping Beauty” at 6:30 – had to read it in cr. Writing to-night. – went over okay. – We had to wait for Ray to bring the car back. – All Carp can talk about is the brainchild… “Picampus”
1940 2:00 OH GOOD, GOOD… BED, HOME, AND STUFF – ALMOST HATED TO LEAVE – KIDS LIKE BRICK MAKE ME WANT TO STAY – (GEE, HE IS PRACTICALLY AS OLD AS LEONARD) BOB, EMIL + L. CAME OVER AFTER THE GAME TONIGHT, STAYED LATE… I LOVE THEM… ALL I GET FROM LEONARD IS INNUENDOS… HE TOUCHED MY HAND FOR A MOMENT… WILL HE EVER RELENT?
1941 Sat Low-ebb – then Jo called… We went out to school + confided in the Art Room over cokes + potato chips. Lovely afternoon spent on the Civic Theater’s “sets” –foo
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1939 12:00 – Heard Buck Whittmore + Jack Loew’s piano concert. – Rosalind introduced us afterwards. – It was really a thrill – Marg + Sari + I ate down town together – I find my “lesson plans” are not complete enough.
1940 11:30 THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY TOMORROW! – AND DADDY’LL BE AFTER ME AT 4:00 – GEE, I HOPE WE GET HOME EARLY! – I WISH I WERE SPENDING THE WEEK-END AT HOME, NOT GOING UP TO STATE. BUT MAYBE I’LL HAVE SOME FUN ANYHOW – TODAY WAS PRETTY BAD – IF ONLY I’D FIGURE OUT WHAT I’M GOING TO TEACH FROM ONE DAY TO THE NEXT! – OHH, I HAD A DATE TONIGHT – BUT HE DOESN’T DANCE!
1941 11:00 Well, I better start in on the agony haven’t written for weeks… Dusted this morning… could barely get to school… Peggy B + I had a wild time getting out this aft too! – D.J. went down to Civic Theater – Got enlisted
1942 1:20 [JUST ONE MORE NIGHT ON THE DAVENPORT, THANK HEAVEN!] GEE, I LOVE JUST BEING WITH Leonard… WE WENT TO “Tales of MANHATTAN”… SAT DOWN AT THE Chocolate Shop UNTIL 11:00, WALKED HOME IN THE COLD, MOONLIT NIGHT… THE FOLKS WERE STILL UP, SO WE WERE SLIGHTLY frustrated… BUT NOT SERIOUSLY… I STEPPED neatly OFF MY SHIFT scaffolding – SPILLED PAINT ALL OVER. MY STYLE-SHOW FRIEND STOPPED IN AT THE Tip Top. TOO HIGH-PRE.
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