Cold, snow flurries. Guess what, Diary! I won the poetry contest — prize $1. Details later. I nearly fainted. I’m so much in love it’s pitiful. After school, Mother, Mrs. Marsh and I drove out to Mrs. Covert’s and she heard my pieces. I played them for her to criticize. Old fingers wouldn’t do anything. Had rest of lesson when I got home — Mrs. Marsh stayed and finished teaching me. At night, Daddy went to a Kiwanis stag dinner at Bowman’s, which didn’t turn out so well — pretty disgusting. I read a beautiful story of Phoebe and her marriage and devotion to her Tom. Want to laugh and laugh and laugh.