Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee


Oh, dearest, dearest, darlingest Diary, this has been the wonderfullest school day ever!

And it wasn’t the events so much (although they were very good) but it was me! I was different, Diary, around Mary at least. I really hadn’t planned to be but somehow it just happened. And at noon Mary said that I had been the sweetest person in the morning; and later she threatened to hug me ’cause I was so sweet. While we’re on compliments — she also said I looked so pretty today with a scarf tied around my head instead of a ribbon. I slightly resembled a wild Indian. Well, let me tell you about this grand day, Diary.

It certainly didn’t start off grand, though. Mother called me at 6:30 and I went back to sleep (although I don’t even remember being wakened) till 10 to 7:00. And then such a rush! Of course it had to be a windy morning (cloudy, too) and the paper took advantage of the opportunity for a nice run and — away it went! Mrs. Waterhouse ’phoned to warn us and Mother, not being dressed, sent half-awake me scurrying after it. Then at the last minute I couldn’t find the case for my glasses or half my books. But there was no time to waste so I had to go to school slightly out of sorts and not quite all there. And of course this had to be the first day in over a month that we went to chapel — and I was supposed to play but forgot the book. So poor Jean got the bad end of the bargain. Max Johnson (his wife had a baby girl last week) introduced the man who is conducting the minstrel show at the Princess. He gave us a few demonstrations so we would know what we were missing if we didn’t go. Helen and I had planned to see it tonight for thirty cents but there’s a student matinee tomorrow for fifteen cents so, after chapel we got together and decided on the cheaper of the two.

“It” started in English class. Mrs. B. didn’t have all the papers graded yet — ohh! She was out of the room quite a bit and I tried being different on Mary. I could hardly wait for history class! At last it came and Clueny started the new semester off by moving Virginia Whittacker and assigning us the next chapter on Russia — also a timeline by next Monday. (P.S. The new girl whom I met in the office a few weeks ago was here today — her name sounds like Ima Sandwich but of course it isn’t. She’s in history class.) While we studied, Mrs. Mc. took one at a time and showed them their grades and gave any necessary warnings, suggestions, etc. Soon it was Mary’s turn and she went up to the desk. Clueny talked to her earnestly for a few minutes and then put her arm around her as if consoling her — as she went back to her seat I could tell that the tears were about to come. As she sat down, Bunny, who had been in the corner looking at a timeline, hurried over to his desk and turned around to face Mary. I just couldn’t help seeing, Diary, although perhaps I shouldn’t. Of course I couldn’t tell what he was saying but his face looked so kind and sympathetic and in a moment Mary was smiling. Oh, Diary, please forgive me, but I loved them both so much just then. I could have hugged him — it’s strange, but there was no jealousy in my heart — not a bit — just love, oh it was so wonderful, so gloriously wonderful! It is really the nicest thing I ever saw a boy do to a girl. I’m so glad that I am Mary’s friend.

And finally Clueny came to my name. I was so weak and trembly but somehow I managed to walk up to her desk and there in her grade book were: Average – 99, Exam – 100. Diary, at first I couldn’t believe my eyes and then Clueny said teasingly, “I’m just so worried about you.” And then right in front of the whole class she said, “If Patty Anne hands in her timeline this term I don’t know what I’ll do — her average will be over one hundred” (I found out later — 104). Mary said that Bunny murmered, “She ought to give some of those points to some other people” and he looked at her. Mary also said that I blushed and looked so sweet when Clueny said that.

And in Latin we’re starting Cicero’s essay on friendship. At the first of the period Goody had us to list some of the requirements of a good friend. Oh, it’s going to be so much fun! We have to read some outside essays, poems, etc. on friends and friendship. And Goody says the remote aim of reading Cicero’s “Friendship” is to be a better friend and she wants each of us to practice every single thing we learn. Oh, glories!!

Once while Goody was out of the room Mary and I discussed history. She said that Bunny first asked her if she had failed and when she said yes, but that Mrs. McCluen said if she made real good grades this semester that Mr. Black would let her pass, he murmured something about “Bless you!”. Oh, Diary! Then he said, “You can do it, I know you can, you’ve already shown that you have it in you.” She thought it was so nice of him. Clueny told Mary and some others that if they hadn’t worked those few days before Christmas vacation that they would have passed. She also advised Mary to give up her work during school days — I’ll have to have my say, too. But best of all, Mary has determined to make A every month and to study real hard and not waste any more time. Bravo! We had housecleaning this afternoon in preparation for the tea on Thursday and so there was no 12:15 class. Walked home at noon with Helen and Jean R. The former is going to make bead bracelets for sale now. She can certainly make some money!