Dear Diary — Nice. Warmer. I got at the cleaning right after breakfast and, despite my aching limbs, was through in no time. After lunch I went up to Helen’s and we, with Barbey, sat in the swing. Mr. McCarter’s presence prevented us from singing. All he talked about was the war, war, war! Helen says he won’t let her hear her favorite radio program because it is wasting electricity — of course news broadcasts don’t waste it. It isn’t fair that we should pay for someone else’s mistakes and blunders. You can’t do anything anymore for fear you’re being selfish! When he left we did sing though — Barbey and I. Helen sewed on her new “loud” dress. Then I went to clean up. After supper I went over and sat in George’s front yard while that gentleman (?) read. He went in to sup and I sat in my yard and read Liberty.
About 2:00 Helen and I went to town to take advantage of a 49-cent and coupon ring sale. They were advertised as five-dollar values but they smelled of the 10-cent store so I saved my money. While at town Helen and I saw the Seniors return in their bus, singing at the top of their lungs. They had driven since 2:00 p.m. yesterday. Coming back from town I heard my name called and looking up I saw a Mr. Patten who said, “Patty Anne, you have the prettiest hair!” I was so taken aback that I almost forgot to thank him. Helen nearly fainted. I’m getting vain now!
About 7:00 Mom and Dad left for Kiwanis Club. I read George a “vivid, stirring story of a boy’s faith and the courage that is England” in Liberty. When it got too dusky to see we went in my house and at 7:00 Helen came to stay with me. I finished the story (“Drake’s Drum”) and then we sang. About 8:00 we really raised the roof, acting silly. I bet the Joneses thought we were awful.
At 8:15 our little party broke up for I had to meet Mom and Dad at Mrs. Rodgers’s to call. The night was starry and beautiful. Mom and Dad weren’t there so I went home again and then back. They drove up and when we found out that Mrs. Rodgers and Mary weren’t there but in Dayton, Dad went on home. Mom and I went in and visited with Mildred Lane and Mrs. Julian. Talked about the blasted war some more. The Germans have promised to resort to the destroying poison gas (thus far not used in this war) if the British don’t accept their peace terms. It would wipe England (as far as people go) off the map! Could anything be so horrid?! And these unpatriotic strikes in our own country. Selfishness!
About 9:30 we left. To be under the calm cool stars and the lovely night you’d never think there was war anywhere.