Marcy S., age 17, Tennessee

Dear Diary — Cloudy, rather rainy, with threat of snow. Exercises in morn. Mary was absent. Had Chemistry test. Barbara wrote me a note in English class telling me she’d take a note to Mary at noon if I’d write it. So I did just that in Latin class. Afternoon went as usual. Had to stay after school in Home Ec. room to make up a Spelling lesson which Miss Lood insisted I missed Monday — the last I saw of it, it had passed Margaret with the rest of the papers. But of course, the teacher’s always right! There were a number of others waiting to take Monday’s lesson, too — the other days’ were given first. Barbara was going to wait for me and we were going to Mary’s together, but she had to go home first. When I finally got out it was snowing — a lovely breezy, wet snow, which soaked me by the time I reached my destination. Mary was feeling pretty good but wouldn’t tell me at first what was “ailing” her — at length I got it out of her — her heart, so she thinks. Glory be — what next? She showed me an article in Reader’s Digest on Stephen’s College. I shall have to read it. In my note I hinted about doing something about the pains, and Mary made me promise to tell her what it was before she’d tell me what was wrong with her. But Barbara came before I had to — thank goodness! I had my wet shoes off and was roasting my “dogs” in front of the fire. We three talked awhile and soon Mr. and Mrs. Farmer came from work. Barbara and I left around 5:00, planning to come back in the evening because of Kiwanis Club. The snow had stopped almost but there were still a few flurries so I put up Mary’s umbrella. B. and I walked as far as Marshy’s corner together and she asked me to eat supper with her, since her Pop was going to Kiwanis. I got home in due time and practiced. Daddy telephoned Dr. Muller and a hundred and one other men about a scout meeting tonight and finally Barbara called me before I had a chance to phone her. Mother and Daddy had given their consent to my dining with Miss M. I practice till nearly 6:00 and left for Barbara’s promising to study more on English and be home around 9:00. It was glorious walking down to her house — the sky was cloudy and wintry-looking and the wind was oh so invigorating! I just felt wonderful. Most of the snow had melted but there was still enough on the ground to make it pretty. B. was talking to Melbourne on the telephone when I arrived so Toto (the dog!) welcomed me by bounding up on every chair I attempted to lay my coat on. He is too full of life, almost, but awfully cute! I wasn’t much help with supper, being busy keeping Toto amused — or rather he was keeping me. We finally got the table set and the dog imprisoned in the kitchen. We construed some sandwiches, which in their final form, consisted of two varieties of meat slices, a slab of cheese, lettuce and mayonnaise. As can be imagined, I only managed to eat one — and a glass of milk. We teased and exchanged insults and had fun — Toto was soon rampaging around with a tin can — and such a racket! About 7:15 we set out for Mary’s. And were the sidewalks slippery! This morning Barbara took an excuse to Mrs. Bunch from her father to excuse her from physical ed. and Bunchy got very up in the air, exploded and came down with “You are the most spoiled, pampered, babied person in this school!” — or words to that effect, aimed at Barbara, who agreed and laughed. Bless that woman’s heart! — and she talks about controlling one’s temper. Mary and I got quite indignant, but it didn’t seem to bother B. I suppose Mary had quite given up hope when we at last arrived at 7:30. Warmed in front of the fire awhile and talked with Mr. and Mrs. Farmer. Then I settled down in the living room with Mary, Chemistry and English, while Barbara stayed in the dining room, by the stove and studied (!). I don’t know whether it happened suddenly or whether the process was gradual, but I began to to feel dizzy, hot, thirsty, and a pain in the lower regions. Mary of course noticed and I asked for a glass of water. She brought it without arousing her mother’s suspicions and I drank it all down at once. My hand trembled so I could hardly hold it, though. We made a few gallant attempts to study but finally I gave it up and Mary and I went outside for a breath of air — using the rest room as an excuse. I was still burning up although it was cold enough out there. A circle around the moon — the heavens seemed so far away. My knees were very weak and I felt silly — and a little bit scared. What if it were appendicitis?