Saturday, January 1, 1910 – Tekonsha

 

“As thy days , so shall thy strength be.” 

 

The first day of the New Year!  How different, again I compare it with the old year.  Well no more of that.  I am at the Johnson’s.  A little before noon Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, Clarence, Alice, Harold, Bess, and Donald left Johnson’s in the bobs.  Claude and I took the cutter and went down town after Bell.  Saw Ben and his Yipsi friend on the street.  Tipped his hat very formally.  Well, Belle, Claude and I went over to Hortson’s.  Let’s see there are Mr. and Mrs. Hortson and two sons, Floyd and another one and a daughter, Marie, and I think an old maid aunt, then there were some more company, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Failing from Tekonsha and their son Fr. Failing, and Mrs. Pearl Failing and two children, Esther and Joe, and one of the Hortson’s boys girls, a Miss Hunt from near Girard, and then Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Key and Gertrude and Catherine from Coldwater, and just think all the Johnson family and myself there for dinner.  We had the dandiest dinner: - turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, creamed cabbage with whipped cream, beet pickles, cucumber pickles, warm biscuit, jelleton, nuts, candy, coffee and tea, plum pudding and whipped cream.  There were some other things, I know, but I can’t think, oh yes, cranberry sauce, and I can’t think of anything else. 

 

Then this afternoon Bess and Clarence clogged, Marie Hortson played the piano, and I had to speak “First Spat,” “Courting Under Difficulties.” Spoopendyki and the Towel::, and “Aunt Sophrania Tabor at the Opera” and “How Miss Edith Entertains Her Sister’s Beau.”  After that Mrs. Hortson served pineapple ice, chocolate cake and nut cake.  We came home a little before six.  Claude had to play over to Bliss’s to a dance tonight and Harold went with him.  Harold, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, Clarence and Alice went to bed about ten then Belle, Bess and I each ate a big bowl of bread and milk and we went.  Bess, Alice and Harold had put a pair of Indian Clubs, a half-dozen apples and a dinner pail in Bell’s and my bed. 

 

I have had a dandy time today.

 

 

Sunday, January 2, Tekonsha and Coldwater

 

“My grace is sufficient for thee, for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” 

2 Cor. 12:9

 

I was the first kid up this morning.  I helped Mr. J run the cream separator.  Right after breakfast the “bunch” began to break up.  Claude and I prepared to come to Coldwater and Clarence, Alice and Mr. J went over to Mr. J’s father’s.  Claude and I left their house a little after eleven and got here a little after two.  It was a blooming cold ride.  It was different, oh, so different,

From the same trip I have taken,

With one who has forgotten me,

Ceased loving and forsaken.

 

When I reached here I didn’t say I had been with Ben.  It would have done no good and it might have done some harm – so I said nothing of it.

 

Mother said Ned was anxious to hear from me so I ‘phoned him and told him he could come down if he wanted to.  Naturally he wanted to and it didn’t take him very long to get started, either.  I made some fudge and Mamma popped corn and we ate apples and then Mamma got a dinner about six.   Claude went soon after then I wanted to see Olive so Ned and I walked down there and staid until a little before nine.  Loyd and Pearl Lincoln, Ford P and Otis Barnes were there too. 

 

Didn’t sit up very late tonight.

 

 

Monday, January 3

 

“I am the Lord thy God, which teacheth thee to profit, which leadeth thee by the way that thou shouldst go.” – Isaiah 48:17

 

This item was written with “Maree” spelled correctly, because Ben Dean wrote the item for the Tekonsha News.  [Missing[

 

School started this morning for the first of the year,

Finding Maree’s heart filled with anything but cheer,

But I smile and act cheerful, so people can’t see,

What an unhappy person is foolish Maree.

I wonder if I can ever look back,

And smile in dead earnest,

And not give a whack,

For the one who at present makes me so depressed,

The one whom I love in this whole world, the best.

If ever the time comes, I’ll welcome it sure,

For I’d pay a good price for any kind of a cure.

 

I received a dandy letter from John Vogt today.  Papa didn’t have to go back to the store after supper because most of the stores close at six now. 

 

Omar stopped in a few minutes tonight.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, January 4

 

“He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all thins? – Romans 8:32

 

Went to school today.  Vera Bechtel is visiting here today.  Hazel B and I went around to Schmedlen’s with her after school.  Stopped at Ruth Parker’s then on the way home and staid there until half-past five. 

 

This evening I put on my Junior dress and Ned came about 8 and we went up to the N.Y.N.A. Club dance.  (Nameless, Yet Not Aimless)  I never had such a good time at a dance.  Ned has my program yet but when I get it, I will put it in here.  There were 20 couples there and I’m going to see how many I can name.  It was at Pitcher’s Hall.  Vera Gilson and Leo Kramer played.  Then there were

 

  1. Fred Mannerow and Ruth Fellows
  2. Guy Finch and Esther Sloman
  3. Ronald Green and Dorothy Fletcher
  4. Dave Fletcher and Gwendolyn Reed
  5. Howard Rupright and Louise Warren
  6. Carl Luedders and Gabrielle Laveridge
  7. Loyd Lincoln and Pearl Adams
  8. Paul Inay and Mabel Mains
  9. Perl Lincoln and Olive Titus
  10. Art Sloman and Edna Walker
  11. L.D. Keeslar and Josephine Fuller
  12. Carl Nivison and Mary Chadsey
  13. Harold Cold and Lucile  Haynes

14. Howard Osborn and Frances McLane

15. Hugh Vanaken and Jennie Smallshaw

16. Warner Vanaken and Helen Treat

17. Ross Waffle and No Girl

18. Li Treat and Grace Parker

19. Leo Krammer and Louise Yapp

20. Ned C and Maree Fegles

21. Bob Kellet and Mabel Gladden

22. Charles Lilly and Kathleen Lilly

 

I know I never had such a good time at a dance.  Olive, Ruth F and I served punch at Intermission.

 

The hall was decorated dandy.  The boys had pennants all over.  Ned had his dandy U of M triangle up there and I said, “I wish I had that.”  There were only a few in the room when I said it and Guy Finch was the only boy.  He said, “Do you want it?” and I said “Yes.”  So he got up on a chair and took it off from the wall.  Of course I had my first dance with Ned and I noticed he hadn’t missed it yet and I said “Are any of these pennants yours?”  He said some of them were and began pointing them out to me and finally he said that U of M triangle in the other room belonged to him and I said “Where?”  When we got right in front of the door he was going to show me and it was gone.  He didn’t say much then, but after that dance I saw him out in the dressing room going through the boy’s pockets.  The next time I danced with him I asked him if he had found it yet and he said “No,” and he said if I would find out who had it he would give me a box of chocolates.  It wasn’t many dances before I found his banner for him and I got my box of candy before I came home.  Charles Lilly gave me a box of candy, too.  Ned gave me three beautiful roses tonight.  I danced my first three-step tonight with Dave F.  Oh, but I have had the dandiest time tonight. 

 

Didn’t get home until one o’clock.  It was the darkest night I was ever out.  It was just black and it was sleeting just awful.

 

 

Wednesday, January 5

 

“If thou can’st believe all things are possible to him that believeth.” – Mark 9:23

 

Went to school.  We received our report cards today.  I had 95 in Civics, 96 in English and 99 in German.  Today I handed in a written German translation and went to Physics Class (to “Heat”).  In English we are reading Milton’s “L’Allegro,” in German reading “Wilhelm Tell” and studying “Gov’t in Cities” in Civil Gov’t.

 

Mamma was at Mrs. Sweeny’s to a party this P.M.  Received a dandy little note from Floy H today.  This evening Papa and I beat Mamma and Theron a couple games of cards.  We always play, Mamma and Theron against Papa and me.

 

 

Thursday, January 6

 

“The Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will give grace and lorry; no good thing will be withheld from them that walk uprightly.” – Psalm 84:11

 

Went to school.  Today I left out my Civics and went to “Heat” Class.  In English we are studying Milton’s L’Allegro.”  Today Miss Hutchins had us number then she told the odd numbers to write the meaning of the word “L’Allegro” and its connection throughout the poem.  Then she asked the even numbers to wrote some sensible question that they themselves couldn’t answer.  Hazel Bennett raised her hand and said, “Suppose there is noting you don’t know?”  Then Miss Hutchins did something that just suited me, she was just as sarcastic as she could be and gave Hazel coming to her in the way of sarcasm.   She said, “Why if  there  are any in the Class who know it all, perhaps I could find a question about, the “L’Allegro” that they couldn’t answer.”  For once Hazel was cooked.  In German we are still on “Wilhelm Tell.”  All we do is translate.  We are being taught some different than as if Mr. Homann was here.  We wouldn’t find German such a cinch. 

 

After school Babe Evans shared a box of chocolates with me.  Neva K was here for dinner today.  She invited Theron and me up there for supper but Mildred Waffle was here just at supper-time, so I didn’t go.  Omar stopped in a few minutes tonight and I told him to come back later and we would play cards.  He said he would then Mildred decided after he went that she would stay.  I had already asked Ned to come down and bring me my dance program and Mildred was disappointed because it it wasn’t John Champion, instead of Omar who was coming, so I ‘phoned Omar to postpone his call until Saturday.  He is always so good-natured, he said everything would be alright.  So then I ‘phoned John and he was tickled to death to come.  Ned came too and I set the whole bunch to work, picking out nits, etc., and I made some fudge.  Ned brought me a box of sweet chocolate covered cherries.  We played “whist” and “Hearts” tonight.  Mamma and Papa were at Chandler’s for supper and all the evening.  We kids had a great old time this evening.

 

 

Friday, January 7

 

“In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” – Prov. 3:6

 

This is pretty cold weather we are having at present.  I think it was only about zero today but somehow it felt much colder.  Went to school.  Mr. Howe asked me this A.M. if I would speak in Chapel in an  couple of weeks.  I told him I would let him know. 

 

Had a circus in English Class this A.M.  John C moved over next to me and he and I remodeled choice bits of poetry in a book of classics he possesses.  I made a bum recitation in Civics this P. M.  It makes me so disgusted with myself.  Those who didn’t have classes the last hour were excused.  I was among that number but I monkeyed around until the last hour classes were dismissed.

 

Ruth F and I went into the teacher’s cloak room to save ourselves a trip downstairs.  While in there we were “attracted’ by Miss Girdwood’s hat.  It is a brown turban and there was one violet and leaf on one side pinned on with a common pin.  I can’t imagine why she wanted it there but anyway  there it was, so Ruth unpinned it and pinned it on Miss Gamble’s muff p and we skidooed.  Then Mary D, Frances B, Ruth f and I went into the girl’s hall and exchanged all the girls coats and hats.  Hung one girl’s hat on another’s coat, etc.  Then Mary went back to the Faculty Hall and pinned that violet right on the top of Miss Girdwood’s hat, then we all came home. 

 

Olive came home with me after school.  Mamma was at Mrs. Atwater’s to a party and she and Papa were at Scots this evening. 

 

Well, after school Olive and I went home with Margaret Flynn, but Mrs. Flynn wasn’t at home, so we came back.  Olive staid for supper and Ned came down this evening.  He brought Theron and I each a big box of chocolates.   We played “Hearts” this evening and I won.  Ned took Olive home of course.

 

 

Saturday, January 8

 

“I give unto them (my sheep) eternal life; and they shall never perish, either shall any pluck them out of my hand.”  - John 10:38

 

Mrs. Flynn was here a good share of the morning.  After dinner I was an everlastingly long time getting ready.  Mamma was making me a pink silk waist which needed a good deal of trying on and besides, this morning while Mamma was baking fried cakes I burned my hand awfully with hot grease and it hurt like 60 while I was doing dishes so it took me about three times as long to do dishes as usual.  Mamma would have helped, but I needed the waist more than I needed the help with the dishes, so I was late with them. 

 

When I finally did get dressed it was nearly three o’clock.  I was due at Yapp’s sometime during the P.M. to help make the 1910 motto.  I had promised to stop for Hazel, and so not knowing whether she would be there or not I stopped.  Her mother said, “She went long ago.”  When I got over to Yapp’s I found John C (one of the Committee) just leaving, and the other three, Hazel B, Harold Y, and Ruth F all like ice bergs because I was so late.  They melted before the end of the afternoon.  Our Motto is made of curtaini cloth, a white background and yellow letters and is something like this.  Of course that looks exactly like it.  We worked there until twenty minutes of six then I went up town on an errand then home.  Stopped at Kennedy’s on the way home but Neva wasn’t home from the Factory yet so I didn’t stop.

 

Mamma and Papa were eating supper when I came home.  Mamma said tonight that Papa told her to tell me for me to tell Omar not to stop in here on his way home from supper, when Mamma wasn’t here.  I suppose Omar’s instinct is to tell him just when Mamma isn’t here.  Nor it is a positive fact that tonight was the first night this week that Mamma has eaten supper at home.  I am almost ready to come to the conclusion that it doesn’t make much difference who the fellow is, unless it’s Ned, he isn’t welcome here.  Ned is the only one who gets a really, truly, honestly, reception and it makes me tired!!!  Darn Ned!

 

Well, this evening Olive and Omar were here until nearly ten playing “Hearts.”  That was planned (Omar’s part of it) earlier in the week and now I am resolved not to ask any fellow down, (Ned included) for a long time.  Wonder how long I’ll keep it.  We kids, Olive, Omar, Theron and I had a good time tonight.  Olive beat us 2 games of “Hearts.”  Omar brought a sack of salted peanuts and he and Theron bought some chocolates, too.

 

Think I’ll write a little in a letter I have started to Helen Trotter.

 

 

Sunday, January 9

 

“My God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” – Phil. 4:19

 

This A.M. I fully intended to go to Church.  Now doesn’t it sound shallow when I say I havn’t even as much as changed my dress or combed my hair today.  Well, I cleaned both rooms upstairs and in the process because so dirty myself that I had to clean myself.  My room is just as clean as can be tho’, so even tho’ I am dreadfully tired, I feel fully repaid.  Now here is the way my room is arranged now.  Of course with that description anyone would know just how it looked. 

 

Well here is a written description of my room as near as I can give it to you.  My bed, dresser and dressing-table are in light wood and I am very fond of the three of them.  The are very old furniture and the bed is a great massive heavy one with high head and foot in the this shape.  The panels are decorated with darker brown and the same decoration is on each draw of the dresser.  The dresser has two little single draws at each side of the top.  The dressing-table is in my own opinion a very quaint one and I love it.  The shape of its top is about like this: and it is supported by four little fancy legs all on one standard.  The mirror is this shape.  That little square jigger on the side is to represent Miss Bassett’s picture which is stuck in there.  On the dressing-table are a pretty brown work spread, a burnt wood box which Mrs. Humphrey gave me a year ago Christmas which now contains all the money I possess, a bottle of American beauty toilet water, an imitation jardinière on a pedestal which contains collar buttons, little rubbers and the buttons which have come off from my waist; a little souvenir from Lookout Mountains, made of some choice kind of wood and containing hairpins; another souvenir dish from Lake Linden, china in the shape of a horseshoe, containing one size of safety pins; the little gold toilet case Ben gave me my 18th birthday, now containing my bunch of grapes pin, my class pin, a hat pin Mamma brought me from Grand Rapids, an old, old hat pin which Mamma must have had when a girl, three gold beauty pins, Ben’s ring, my C.H.S. pin which Ned gave me and my Decatur pin which Ruth Fellows sent me my 17th birthday, another china dish containing another size safety pin, I don’t remember whether it was Mrs. Walton or Pearle Riley who gave it to me; a cigar label dish which Aunt Edith made for me last Christmas, now containing my barrette, coral beads which Floy gave me, my A.K.C. belt pin which Ned made me and my hammered brass belt pin with the pink set which Floy gave me last Christmas, then a little hand painted dish containing common pins; and last (tho’ not least) the beautiful silver-backed mirror, comb and brush which Ben gave me the Christmas of 1908.  Then on my book case the four shelves are packed with books,  then there is a picture of Ben when he was about five (in a burnt wood frame), two other burn wood pieces which John Parker gave me, one a girl’s head, the other a Dutch windmill; Hennie Smallshaw’s photo, and one of Neva K , and one of Muzette and one of Ruth F, and another of Theron and me when I was six years old and Theron was six months; then there are a number of other souvenirs there, a little china pumpkin which Aunt Belle brought me from the Pacific coast, an ebony handled paper-cutter, a little silver tray with a picture of Hillsdale College on it, a bottle of iron dust, a pretty shell from Oregon, a wooly lamb from Champion’s cottage, which John gave me but right fully belongs to Robert Champian, a baby of 2 ½ years, a paper weight from Marquette, and four little fancy dishes.  I just now counted the books in that case and find there are exactly 121.

 

Just in front of my window is a little jardinière stand.  On the lower part of it is my camera and on top a burnt wood book rack Mamma gave me a year ago last Christmas, which contains thirteen other books; a paper weight from Lake Linden Mich., my Kodak album and Olive’s photo.  I forgot to mention the photos on my dressing-table.  There are John  Vogt, Theron’s teacher, Miss Kuipping; and my own photograph.

 

Now comes my desk.  That I love above all things in my room.  Mamma and Papa gave it to me two years ago this last Christmas.  It is dark and built on mission style.  OH, I just love it.  On the bottom shelf are all my High School papers, a box of letters, my post-card album, my “Ladies’ Home Journal’s” and my B.D.S. picture.  On the very top of the desk are my Powhatan picture, a couple post card photo’s of my cousins, Mildred and Wilfred Roberts, a beautiful box which one contained stationary, and does now – two sections are full of unused stationery – the third full of notes which Ben Dean wrote me while he was here in Coldwater; a little “Adam and Eve” dish, a black candle-stick, red candle and shade and a dish for burn matches; my Red Devil; and “My Christy Girl” which Ben gave me for a Valentine in 1909, and between the leaves of which book is his photo which came the Christmas with the toilet set, it is placed opposite the following verse from “The Cast” by Edmund Gosse:

 

“if I could read you like a book

Or like a wizard’s glass of old,’

I might discover why you look

            So cold.

My fate runs ringing through my brain,

I am a fool to love you so;

Will all my rashness be in vain,

            Or no?

 

How I do love that book and all its contents.

 

Inside the desk are photos of Theron and Hazel Bennett; my fountain pen; pin tray; copper paper weight, stamp dish; eraser dish from Los Angles; a stamp roller, copper pin rest; paper cutter, card tray (souvenier of Bessemer, Mich.) and a match dish from Iron Mountain, Mich.; a cut glass ink stand and a leather covered blotter Miss Tappan brought me from Sugar City, Colorado.

 

In the pigeon-holes are all of Ben’s letters – the ones from Tekonsha and also from Grand Rapids; the letters from John Vogt, Floy Hungerford and Ruth Fellows.

 

There!  If that isn’t a description for you.  Then my walls are just covered.  I have a double row of post-cards entirely around the room, at the border of the paper.  I have 8 pennants, an Albion college, Adrian High School, Chicago, Coldwater, C.H.S., Hillsdale, Pi Theta Beta and Michigan.  I have lots of pictures around on the walls, among them my own framed baby picture, a picture of Sir Galahad, and one “Presentation in the Temple,” both gifts from Miss Bassett, an ink drawing of the Gibson Girl, a yard of carnations, my S.S. Class framed, an ink drawing of Harrigan – by Ned, - another pretty framed picture from Pearl Anthony, “Under the Mistletoe”,” a hand painting by Jessie Parker, a cute framed picture which Mrs. Walton gave Theron, a little black-framed picture which Mae Miller gave me when she taught our S.S. Class, my 1909 U of M calendar which John Vogt gave me for Christmas a year ago, and another black-framed picture which Mrs. Dean gave me a year ago for Christmas.

 

Goodness, to whom is this interesting except myself – and don’t I know it. 

 

Goodnight, Maree

 

 

Monday, January 10

 

“All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and his that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.” – John 6:37

 

It was awfully, awfully cold this morning.  Otis Barnes took me to school this morning in his cutter.  Mr. Cowell talked on “Criminals” this morning in Chapel.  In his remark he said he could think of nothing more instructive for a Class in Civil Gov’t than to attend Court.  He mentioned an interesting case which would be brought up in Circuit Court this afternoon.  Well, then P.M. Mr. Howe let the Civics Class, and Miss Hungerford go over to the Court House to hear the trial.  The facts of the case are these.  Mrs. Paulson, the owner of a Drug Store in Bronson is charged with selling liquor to an habitual drunkard, Artemus Card.  Prosecuting Attorney Cornell represents the County and the Defendant has for her lawyer Mr.  Barnard of Paw Paw.  This entire afternoon was spent in selecting a competent jury.  That was all.

 

 

Tuesday, January 11

 

“In the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion, in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.” – Psa. 27:5

Today we went to school as usual and Mr. Howe excused our Civics Class immediately to go over to the Court House.  We have been there all day.  It has been extremely interesting, and entirely testimonial.  Mr. Barnard is intensely shrewd, and a very argumentative fellow.  I am not at all fond of him, he entirely too insulting in his cross examinations.  Wish I could take time to write in here everything of interest which occurred.  But I havn’t.  Mr. Cowell is a perfect gentleman tho’ and makes such a different impression on his hearers than Barnard.  Barnard is a regular old bluff, I think.  Some (not Seniors) think he is great, but I do not.  Court was adjourned a little before five tonight until nine tomorrow morning. 

 

This evening our Class went out to Covey’s.  We met at Yapp’s about half past six and went a little before seven.  As usual I sat between Ned and Fred.  I don’t believe I ever knew it to fail on a Class party.  Didn’t  seem any ride at all on the way out there.  Ned gave me another box of candy tonight.  Had a dandy time at Covey’s tonight.  Did “stunts,” had a circle two-step, sang, played cards and guessing games and did almost everything imaginable. 

 

At the table I sat with Dave Fletcher and Ruth F with Fred Mannerow and I never laughed so in my life.  Had a perfect circus.  Of course when Ned goes anywhere he always takes it for granted that he has the right to be my escort.  At times he gets outlandishly fooled but I can’t  continue that practice all the time because -.  Well anyway John Champion wasn’t there and he is Ned’s real cause for annoyance.  Ned reminds me of England’s Henry the Sixth.  He was a gentle weak-minded man, who was quite unfit to rule, and who never had any real power.  Well, Fred usually takes a few things for granted, too. 

 

On the way home tonight this is the way five of us sat. – First, David, Ruth F, Fred, myself, then Ned.  Dave took Ruth home, Fred was alone.  IT was half-past one when we reached home.  Miss Hungerford was chaperon tonight.  I forgot to say what we had for supper.  We had escalloped potatoes, escalloped corn, meat sandwiches, olives, cocoa and gelatin and ice[cream and chocolate cake and nabiscoes.

 

 

Wednesday, January 12

 

“Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thy heart.” – Psalm 27:14

 

Attended court all-day.  This morning Mr. Barnard gave his plea to the jury from nine until a quarter past ten.  That may sound a long time but it didn’t seem long at all.  It was so interesting, yet I would have liked to punch his face a number of times.  Mr. Cowell talked from 10:30 until twelve, and it was perfect.  He is certainly splendid.  Had I been on the jury his plea would have had a great deal more weight than the former’s.  AT one-thirty Judge Yaple began his charge to the jury.  He was through at ten minutes of two.  Those who had second hour classes left the Court House a little after two, but Vera Bechtel and I staid until a quarter of three then I went over to school and translated a little German.  Then after school the whole bunch of us went back to the Court House and waited for the jury to bring in their decision.  They came in at twenty minutes past three.  The Judge gave her the minimum fine and no imprisonment.  She was fined $50 and $50 cost, making $100  total.  She and her lawyer were not satisfied, however, and are going to go farther with it. 

 

When we came out of the Court House, of course, Ned came along with me, and following close behind us was John Champion.  As this was unusual I knew John had something on his mind so when we reached corner of Division and Chicago I said I was going to the library.  (I really had intended to all the time.)  Ned started to go to, but I said “Good-bye,” which always means “You go your way and I’ll go mine.”  He looked rather cross but turned just the same and John and I walked as far as library together.  John has the least nerve of any fellow I ever saw.  He never comes right out and says anything.  He just hints at it.  Today he had two statements prepared.  First he asked me how Mamma was then he said Donald Simpkins was in town.  The truth of the matter was he wanted to know if he and Donald might come down and that is the way he got at it.  I told him Mamma wasn’t any better.  Then he hinted about a sleighload that the kids are going to have soon.  He said “we” were going but as yet I’ve had no invitation.  He may think that I think I have but I don’t.

 

 

Thursday, January 13

 

“He that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.” – Matt. 24:13

 

Back to school today.  Mr. Cowell had charge of our Civics Class today to see how much we people learned at Court.  Received the dandiest pennant in the mail today from Warren Corless, an M.A.C. in green and white.

 

 

Friday, January 14

 

Went to school  Went to “College Singing Girls” tonight with Ned.  It was awfully good.  Ned and I changed seats with Mamma and Ms. Gorman tonight and we sat upstairs.

 

 

Saturday, January 15

 

Didn’t even change my dress today.  Mamma went up town this P.M.  Mamma’s Club of eight met here tonight and they all masked.  Mrs. Kean wore a milk maid suit, Elsa Gorman was a man, Mrs. Chandler wore Mr. Chandler’s suit, Mrs. Keeslar wore L. D.’s clothes, Ms. Fulkerson didn’t’ dress up, Arlie Williams Van Schoonk didn’t come so Mamma invited Mrs. Walker in her place.  Mamma wore a short dress and I wore Papa’s suit.  We had a dandy time and after supper we danced the Virginia Reel.

 

 

Sunday, January 16

 

Didn’t go to Church or S.S.  This P.M. I went down to Mrs. Hodgman’s.  She wanted to talk to me about a girls’ gymnasium.  After that I started back home.  I stopped at Olive’s a few minutes, then came on home and went over to Flynn's where Mama, Papa and Theron were.  Mrs. Flynn’s mother, Mrs. Kinney was there.  Dear!  Mrs. Flynn has the three cutest children in town, Margaret, Edward and Norah “Maree.”  They are perfect dears.  We staid there for lunch and until rather late this evening.

 

 

Monday, January 17

 

Went to school.  Ned was down the evening and we played cards.  We intended to go to the Temple but I didn’t want to.

 

 

Tuesday, January 18

 

Went to school.  Mamma and Papa went away and Theron and I were here alone.

 

 

Wednesday, January 19

 

Went to school.  His evening Neva K and Cud Howe, Charlotte Fletcher and Bob Nichols, Vera Gruner and Ross Waffle, Louise Warren and Fred Mannerow, Dorothy Fletcher and Howard Rupright, Mary Dorrance and John Champion, and Ned and I  went to Quincy on a sleighload.  Why, we had a perfect circus.  I won a box of candy at the restaurant tonight.  We only ate our supper then staid there at the hotel a few minutes and drove back.  We drove around town a little and then were home at a little after twelve.

 

 

Thursday, January 20

 

Went to school.  Olive and Ned were down tonight.  Ned brought me a box of the swellest chocolate covered cherries.  They were just fine.

 

 

Friday, January 21

 

Went to school.  Mary brought a lot of snuff this morning and everyone of us in our Class took some.  We had a rousing old sneezing spell in English and German class.  Never laughed so in my life.  Olive and I went over to Mildred Waffle’s tonight.  Mamma went to the rest-room tonight to a party.  Theron went to the Happy Hour and stopped for me on the way home.

 

 

 

 

Saturday, January 22

 

Olive came down this afternoon.  This evening Olive and Ned both came down to play cards.

 

 

Sunday, January 23

 

Went to S.S. this morning.  Was invited to Olive’s for dinner today.  Had a dandy dinner.  Olive invited Ned down this afternoon and besides him there were Ford C, Fred M, Mac F, Pearl Lincoln and Loyd Lincoln.  Lake this P.M.  What do you suppose we did?  We danced the Virginia Reel.  Just think, on Sunday night.  Mrs. Titus played the piano and the rest of us danced.

 

 

Monday, January 24

 

Didn’t go to school today.  Didn’t feel like it.  Ned had asked me to go up to Mrs. Rae’s assembly but I couldn’t go.

 

 

Tuesday, January 25

 

Went to school.  Ned hung the new motto this morning and it is just beautiful.  It is three different scrolls, something like this:

 

How in the dickens do you make the picture of a scroll.

 

Well, anyway the motto is beautiful, white background with yellow letters and yellow shadows and white high light.  It is great.  I promised Ned the day he hung the motto he could come down in the evening so I stuck to my promise and invited him down.  He, Theron and I played “Hearts” and told fortunes.

 

 

Wednesday, January 26

 

Went to school.  Miss Hutchins and Miss Wilson said today I was excused from English and German test and those are the only ones we are going to have so I’m satisfied.  John C was back in English Class today.  He was fired yesterday.  We are reviewing “History of English Literature” and reading “Wilhelm Tell” and in Civics we studied History of Michigan today. 

 

After school I came home and found Mamma wasn’t able to come back to social and she had her basket already and I had to go up to the Church with it and serve in her place.  First Mrs. Conover took me to help her then someone else wanted her so Josephine Fuller and I had a table.  Ned came home with me after supper.  I didn’t ask him in, through.  There was a lecture course tonight but I told Ned I didn’t want to go.  Mamma, Papa, Theron and I started to play cards but Papa got mad because I wouldn’t play to suit him and I’ll never play cards with or against him again.

 

 

Thursday, January 27

 

“God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able, but will with the temptation also make a way to escape that ye may be able to bear it.”  I Cor. 10:13

 

Today was exam day.  I was excused from all of them – thank goodness.  But Miss Hungerford didn’t give any test in Civics.  I will have to take that when she does give it tho’. 

 

This afternoon I started up to see Mr. Howe.  We were going to talk “Oration,” beginning at two thirty.  Well, Ruth Parker called me in as I was going by there and I went in there and of course staid longer than I really ought to have.  Then after that I met Laura Robinson, Gertrude Buckland and Eunice Hatch and I stopped and visited with them.  When I got up to the school the second period tests had begun and the Assembly Room doors were locked, so I didn’t see Mr. Howe after all.    Did my errands up town, then I came along and stopped at Parker’s again.  Frances Ball was there too and I stayed until nearly supper time.

 

 

Friday, January 28

 

“When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory.”  Col. 3:4

 

This morning we had to go to school just to Civics Class.  Miss H. didn’t give us a test so she called recitation.  We had short class hour, then made our first plans to have a “Mock Trial.”  Had a committee (John Champion, Chalmers Montgomery and Cud Howe appointed to meet with Miss Hungerford and Mr. Cowell to plan it. 

 

Mrs. M. Gowdy and Ilah were invited here for dinner today but didn’t come because they had company.  Then and Mr. G came for supper. 

 

This morning when Olive and I were coming home from school I saw Claude Johnson and he said he would come down this afternoon and take me cutter-riding.  I told him not to come until four anyway because Esther Sloman was coming down this afternoon to comb my hair and I wanted to give her plenty of time.  Then when I came home I phoned to Esther to come early.  She came about two and combed my hair then we made some candy and were just going to crack some nuts when Claude J came.  Well, then he took Esther and I for a long cutter-ride.  He came about three I guess and we rode until nearly five. 

 

As I said before Mr. and Mrs. Gowdy and Ilah were here for super.  Well, right after supper I put on my pink silk waist and brown skirt and later Ned came and we went to the N.Y.N.A. dance.  Everybody said they never had a better time.  I just had a perfect circus.  At Intermission Ruth P and Covey, Mary D and Fred M and Ned and I went down together.  Ned gave me four beautiful roses tonight.  Dr. Cook and Miss Warner were chaperones.  Oh, we just had a perfect circus.  Got home about one o’clock.

 

 

Saturday, January 29

 

“Behold the eye of the Lord is upon them that fear him, upon them that hope in his mercy.”  Psa. 33:11

 

Slept rather late this morning – partly as a Saturday custom and partly because of the dance last night.  This P.M. the first thing Mildred Waffle and I intended to go up to the Teacher’s Institute to hear the Union City Glee Club.  Well, Mildred didn’t come in time so I had to go over to the Factory to stop for Neva then she and I went to the basket-ball game.  I sat there in the office quite a few minutes waiting for Neva and visiting with her and Omar.  The game this P.M. was between the C.H.S. team and a picked team of the Olivet Glee Club.  I don’t know exactly what the score was but Coldwater won by quite a lot.  It cost me a box of candy, too, because I had bet on Olivet with Omar.   Ruth P, Mary D, Neva and I were together.  I got rather stuck on one of the players.  It was awfully cute – and as is usually the case I got stuck on his grin.  He laughs with his eyes. 

 

From the game Neva and I went over to the library to wait for Cud then they walked down to the D. of H. Hall with me.  Cora Trotter’s division had a social up there and I had to sell tickets for her.  Mildred Waffle came up to eat supper with me. 

 

After the Social Ned came up after me and we went down to hazel Bennett’s where part of the Seniors met to go together over to the Junior’s Entertainment, “The Olivet Glee club.”  Ray Wolfe seemed to be manager and he saved seats for us down in the front of the Church.  The entertainment was simply great and in all the choruses there stood my “hero.”  I am dead stuck on him.  In my life I have met with many surprises but the greatest was when the entertainment was over.  I had seen “this” fellow and another one go down toward the door when the entertainment was over, and when we reached that end of the Church, there stood the two boys.  They motioned Ned aside and then introduced themselves to him and asked him to introduce me to them.  So Ruth F and I met two of them but I only claim one.  His name is Price.  The other one was Gibbs but I didn’t care anything about him, but I’m daffy over Price.  I want to go to Olivet next year.  Price will be a Junior then.  He is certainly great.  We visited with them quite a few minutes.  On the way home I saw Hec Osborn and I asked him Price’s first name.  His initials are N. C.  He didn’t know his real name but his nickname is “Lummy.”

 

 

Sunday, January 30

 

“I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty.”  2 Chron. 6:18

 

This moring I granted “Lummy’s” request and went to church.  He was in the Choir and smiles more than flew my way.  Then after Church he grinned more at me.  After S.S. I started home and met Neva K right out in front of the Church and she asked me to come to h er house to dinner.  I stopped and she ‘phoned to Mamma and asked if I could stay so I stayed.  We had a dandy dinner.  After dinner Cud came down.  He ‘phoned to Ned’s house and asked for him but Ned wasn’t there.  I wasn’t sorry tho’ because I felt awfully blue. 

 

While I was reading the “Detroit Journal” down to Neva’s I saw that Miss Lilian Aliff’s advanced students in oratory at Ypsilanti gave a play there Fri. and Sat. night.  Ben Dean was “Hastings.”  When I hear anything about Ben, it brings everything back to me.  OH, I love him so.  Why should I have ever been allowed to love him at all if it could not always be?  How I do wish I might die.  I could so easily give up this earth.  It holds nothing for me.  Oh, if I only could die, to end it all.  Such unhappiness was never experienced, I know.  And dear, true, faithful Ben, gave me up, merely because I wasn’t true to him.  I wish I had married him the last time he begged me so.  Wish I had given up what little there would have been – to have had everything.  Yes, I do regret it.  I am ready now to – well – nothing.

 

(Later)  After I wrote that I was so blue I couldn’t sit up here any longer.  I went downstairs,  Mamma and Papa were reading.  Theron was over to the Barnes’s farm so there was nothing for me to do but read.  Well, I tried to get interested in a magazine but no use.  I couldn’t stop thinking.  Finally, about Christian Endeavor time I thought I would go to C.E. so I started.  When I got as far as Titus’s  I heard someone inside and thought I would stop just one minute.  Well, there were Olive, Lucius, Walt, Ford C, Pearl L, Frances W, Mrs. Wimer and Fred M and Ned Conover.  There is one thing certain, I’ve just got to like Ned Conover.  If I don’t it means simply to cause someone else to be as unhappy as I am now.  I stayed there at Titus’s until nearly eight o’clock.  Won four cents from Fred tonight matching pennies. 

 

I was reading Ned’s diary down there tonight and really, I could almost call it my own diary.  He puts down every move that he knows I make all day long and his entire diary is “I took Maree home from here” – “from there” etc.  “Maree and I intended to go – but” – “Maree did this” and “Maree did that” until well, poor Ned!  I simply can never think any more of him than that he is a good-natured, honest, foolish boy. 

 

When I came home the Flynn family were here.  Dear, but Margaret, Edward and Norah are the cutest kids I ever saw.

 

 

Monday, January 31

 

“Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee.”  Psalms 55:22

 

Went to school.  Skinney Keeslar was minus at school today because he cheated last week in the final exams.  Josephine Fuller sang two solos in Chapel this morning.  Well, in school: - In English we are reading Milton’s “Camus,” in Civics today we had to hand in a 200 word current topic.  Mine was that President Taft may ask congress to appropriate money for an Antarctic expedition.  I would like to write the full particulars of the thing but don’t believe I’ll take time tonight.  We had no German lesson assigned us today, but Miss Wilson had the test papers discussed and then we read a little in advance in “Wilhelm Tell.”

 

After school I asked Myra Smith to speak a piece Lincoln’s birthday that Mr. Howe gave me to learn.  Olive went around town with me tonight because I wanted to get some chocolate nougats.  She came home with me then and ate up a pail of popcorn that Mamma popped yesterday.  She didn’t stay for supper.

 

This evening I didn’t do much except study “Camus.”  Ned asked me to go up to Mrs. Roe’s Assembly but I didn’t want to go.  Theron went on a sleigh-load tonight with the sixth Grade, with Miss Knipping as Chaperone.

 

 

February 1

 

“the Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation.”  Exodus 15:2

 

Went to school.  In school:- In English we are reading Milton’s “Camus;” in German reading “Wilhelm Tell;” and in Civics studying “Written Constitutions.”  I do get so mad at Miss Girdwood in school.  Thank goodness I don’t have any classes to her, but I am in the room her Assembly room period and she watches me like a cat a mouse.  I simply detest her.  Mrs. Taylor spent almost the whole noon ‘phoning trying to get me to join the D. of H.  It wouldn’t do any good tho’, if she were to keep it up a week.  I won’t ever join a lodge. 

 

Olive came home with me after school and Mildred Waffle came over.  The Juniors were planning to go out to Waffle’s next Friday night then they had to postpone it on account of the Lecture Course and Union City Basket-ball game, and Waffle’s wanted them to come Saturday night instead then Mildred had invited me out to stay over Sunday.  Well, those blooming Juniors had a meeting tonight and voted to go Thursday night.  Mildred and I are so mad. 

 

Say, she and I did the craziest thing tonight.  She told me that Clara Simmons told her that she got a couple of notes Saturday and she let Mildred read them.  Well, one of them was from Dolphie Clay, a Union City boy that Mildred knows.  Mildred didn’t tell her she knew him tho’.  The way it happened was like this:-  there was a Teachers’ Institute here Saturday and the Union City Glee Club were here.  Clara Simmons was there too, and this Clay and some other fellow wrote her notes.  So tonight I called Clay up and told him I was Clara, and we jollied a long time.  He said he would send her some cards.  Then I said to call up often, that I didn’t have a ‘phone but if he would call 727 (our number) I would be called.  Had a great old time over the ‘phone. 

 

This evening Mamma and Papa went to lodge and Theron and Lytton G went coasting out to Allen’s hill.  They were to be home at nine and it is almost ten and Theron isn’t here yet.  I wish he would come. 

 

I have studied Civics, read Designer, and eaten apples and fruit cake this evening.

 

 

Wednesday, February 2

 

“The Lord’s portion is his people.  Jacob is the lo9t of his inheritance.” – Deut. 32:9

 

Went to school.  I doubt whether the ground-hog saw his shadow today.  It has rained quite a little today.  In school”- In English we are reading Milton’s “Camus,” in German we are reading “Wilhelm Tell,” and in Civics we are studying “the Federal Constitution.”  It is the funniest thing but whenever I cough in school, Ned always answers.  I kept him busy the first hour.  The whole Assembly Room caught on except Mr. Bechtel.  Our Class have great fun.  I work it in all of my classes, too, just to make the kids laugh. 

 

I went home the last hour this morning because I didn’t have anything to do.  Went around town on the way home and bought some chocolate almonds.  We received our report cards today.  I was 95 in English, 92 in Civics, 87 in Physics and 99 in German.  The sixth hour I spent looking through an Olivet Catalogue.  I don’t think I shall go there, tho’.  Mr. Howe and Rev. Barnes would both like to have me, tho’.  The last hour Mr. Howe and I talked oration and I translated a little German. 

 

The saddest thing occurred today.  Altho’ the whole Coldwater have been expecting to hear of Mrs. Geo. Collins death, yet when it was reported today that she was dead, everyone was equally shocked.  It seems awful to me.  You see Dad, works in Mr. Collin’s store.  She leaves him, and two daughters, Helen and Esther.

 

After school tonight we had a Class M’t’g and Mr. Howe wants us to wear caps and gowns at Commencement.  I think it would be dandy but many of them don’t like it.

 

Olive and I went around town tonight for me to buy some chocolate almonds.  Then after I came home I went over to Corless’s and bought some chocolate peanuts. 

 

Mamma was out to a party this P.M. at Mina Barnes’ and Mr. and Mrs. Chandler and Mrs. Fulkerson were here for supper and Mrs. Stulting and Mrs. Kean were here this evening.  Ned and I went down to Titus’s tonight.  Olive, Walt and Ned and I played “Hearts” and I won.  Olive made some swell molasses candy with butternuts in it.

 

Thursday, February 3

 

“The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” – Deut. 33:27

 

Went to school.  In school we are studying Milton’s “Camus” in English; reading (not studying, according to Mr. Homann_ “Wilhelm Tell” in German; and in Civics we are studying “The Federal Gov’t.” 

 

For the past few days I have been sending my German translation over to Ned the first hour in the morning.  In doing this I have to send it through Chalmers Montgomery, Bernie Phinney, Harold Yapp and Bertha Tyler.  That makes quite a long bunch and evidently Mr. Bechtel has caught on for this morning he came in and stationed himself right in the back part of the room between Ned and me.  It was impossible to send it then and I knew Ned didn’t have his German lesson because he was depending on mine.  I told him last night I would send it over to him, so he hadn’t prepared it, and I knew he couldn’t get it all in one period, so I hit upon this plan.  I gave my translation to Chalmers then I raised my hand and motioned Mr. Bechtel over where I sit.  When he had his back turned to Chalmers, and facing me, Chalmers started that German going and I kept Mr. Bechtel’s attention until I knew the translation was in Ned’s hands.

 

Mamma and nine other ladies went out to Mrs. Lassing’s out toward Quincy today on a sleighload.  Theron and I got dinner.

 

After school our Civics Class held a M’t’g to see about our “Mock Trial.”  Altho’ we don’t know yet what it will be, we do know that Chalmers will be judge, Ned sheriff, Harold Y court Crier, Walt Labdell, stenographer, John Champion, Prosecuting Attorney and myself, his Assistant; and Cud Howe attorney for defendant, and Ruth Parker, his Assistant.  I don’t remember who the others were now.

 

After that M’t’g I went up town (Ned with me) and got a can of cocoa and one of Van Camp’s beans then we came on along.  I let Ned come as far as Pierce St. today.  We stopped at Titus’s a jiffy.

 

After I came home I went over to Corless’s and bought some chocolate peanuts.  This evening Theron and Lytton, Charles Shoecraft and Mac Fellows went coasting and Mamma and Papa went to the Country Club.

 

I called Rev. Mrs. Barnes up tonight to have her straighten out a German translation for me that we had a dispute over in Class this morning and I lost in class – but according to Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Wimer I won.  Here it is lines 2438-2442 in Wilhelm Tell: -

 

“Die Fursten seh’ ich und die elden Herrn.

In Harnischen herangegogen kammer,

Ein harmlas volk von Herten zu bekriegen.

Auf Tod und Leben wird gekampft, und herrlich wird mancher Pass durch blutige Entscheidung.”

 

Now, this is the way I through it was (Ruth F and I):

 

“I see the princes and the  noble lords come marching on in suit of armor, to make war upon a harmless nation of herdsmen.  (It) will be fought for life and death and many a pass will become glorious by this bloody decision.”

 

Then this is the way Hazel, Harold, Bernice Phinney and Miss Wilson said it  was:

 

“I see the princes and noble lords come marching on in suit of armor, to make war upon a harmless nation of herdsmen who will fight for life and death and many a pass will become glorious by this bloody decision.”

 

Just as if “auf Tod und Leben etc” could be a relative clause4 after a period.  If Miss Wilson had known she was going to teach school, she might have studied   her German a little harder at the University.

 

 

Friday, February 4

 

“He will keep the feet of his saints.” – I Sam. 2:9

 

Went to school.  Papa didn’t have to work today on account of Mrs. Collins’ funeral. 

 

In school today:- In English today we had to write out some answers to some questions Miss Hutchins dictated to us yesterday on Milton’s “Camus;” in civics we are studying the Federal Gov’t and the U.S. Constitution on “Die Beiden Rosen.”  Laura Robinson and I raised dickens in Civics Class, aiming paper wads and giggling etc.  The last hour we who didn’t have classes were excused. 

 

There was a basket-ball game at Union City tonight, which I have been looking forward to a long while.  A load of kids were going over.  Ruth F was going with Howard Ruprigth and I was going with Ned.  Ruth backed out today tho’; then I was fool enough not to want to go.  I wore Theron’s sweater and a scarf under my coat this afternoon in case I should want to go but I didn’t want to.  Ross Waffle and Vera Gruner and Cud Howe and Neva K and Harold and Hazel are all going in separate rigs.  Those in the load are Art Sloman and Ed Walker; Guy Finch and Esther Sloman, Bob Keller and Louise Warren, Howard Osborn and Frances McLane; Hugh Vanleesen and Jennie Smallshaw and Dr. Cook and Miss Warner.  I didn’t seem to care anything about it, then, but now I wish I had gone.  I am the most changeable thing.

 

After school I called a M’t’g of the Committee who are to plan our Commencement program – Hazel Bennett, Bernice Phinney, Chalmers Montgomery, John Champion and Mr. Howe. 

 

After school I came home and Mr. Hungerford came over with some books he had borrowed and he said there was a letter over to his house for me.  It was from Floy.  She is the dearest dear on all this earth.  She wrote a letter about “Ben.”  She says she can’t see Mamma’s side at all.  She even says she will write to Ben if that will do any good – but that is entirely out of the question.  Everything is too late now.  But some day Ben Dean will like me again.  Yes, he will have to love me.  I wonder if I can make him.  If not, then with his ring on my finger, I shall simply have to go on loving him forever.  With his ring, his picture, a “million” letters, and these diaries, beside all the things he has given me, what chance have I got to forget.

 

This evening Mamma entertained her Saturday Evening club and their husbands.  Elsa Gorman intended to have me for her “husband” but she couldn’t come at all so Mamma asked Ned for my “husband.”  There were mamma and pap, Mr. and Mrs. Fulkerson, Mr. and Mrs. Kean; Mr. and Miss Gaudy; Mr. and Mrs. Chandler and Ned and I.  Theron played in Mamma’s place while she got lunch and when it came time to count punches Theron handed in her card and he and Mr. Fulkerson had to cut for prize.  Mamma wasn’t going to let Theron but the rest of the party insisted because they all think Theron is about right.  Well, they cut and Theron got the prize.  It was a beautiful scarf pin.  Ned got the booby which was a deck of cards.

 

 

Saturday, February 5

 

“If thou seek him, he will be found of thee; but if thou forsake him, he will cast thee off forever.” – I Chron. 28:9

 

This morning Mildred and Ross Waffle came along about ten and took me home with them.  It was a good cold ride but we enjoyed it.  Mrs. Waffle had 8 cakes baked and I frosted most of them this morning.  Mildred and I spent almost all the afternoon making sandwiches.  We made 8 loaves of bread into sandwiches.  Tonight the Juniors (Ross’s Class) came out there on a sleighload.  There were 35 who came and we had a perfect circus.  The chaperones were Miss Whitney, (one of the third ward teachers) and Ray Lockwood.  The first part of the evening Alice Barnard played and the whole bunch sang and she played for Ray Wolfe to sing, and Skinney Keeslar played for Ray to sing, Mildred played and sang and Myra Smith and I spoke.  After that we played charades a while then we served the lunch.  Had escalloped potatoes, olives, pickles, brown and white sandwiches, coffee, oranges and bananas and two kinds of cake.  Babe Evans acted like a ---- well.  After supper we played “Wink ‘em Slyly.”  They didn’t leave Waffle’s until nearly one, then Mr. and Mrs. Waffle, Flora Tappenden, (the hired girl) and Mina and I sat up and visited until almost two.  Nellie slept with Mildred and I tonight.  She is the dearest thing living.  I just love her.

 

 

Sunday, February 6

 

“Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace; thereby good shall come unto thee.”  - Job. 22:2

 

I have had the best time today.  Was out to Waffle’s.  Spent a good deal of the morning – after the dishes – with Nellie.  Oh, I love her.  How I do wish I were old enough to marry and have my two little dream girls, “Juanita” (nicknamed Nita) and my Rita.  It seems as if I could hardly wait.

 

This afternoon Mildred’s grandmother and grandfather and Uncle Will Wadsworth were down.  We had a little concert for them.  Mildred played and I played and Ross and Mildred and I sang and I spoke.  We three came into town a little after four.  Mildred stopped at my house.  I ‘phoned Ned he could come down and he brought me a pound of chocolate-covered cherries.  Then I set him to work cracking nuts and I made some fudge. 

 

Mamma and Papa were over to Chandler’s this evening.  They came home about ten I guess, but Ned never went home until a quarter of twelve.  Isn’t he the most disgusting ever?

 

Mildred staid all night.  We giggled until one o’clock, I guess. 

 

 

Monday, February 7

 

“thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy:  “I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.”  Isa. 57:15

 

Went to school.  After school Olive, Mildred and I went up town then I went down to Mildred’s with her to get some cake that Mrs. Waffle sent to Mamma.  Then Mildred came home with me after her sweater which she left here this A.M.  While we were up town I bought some chocolate almonds.  We came down Grand St, and when we reached Taylor St. they weren’t eaten up yet so Olive went along down Grand with us.  When we reached Pierce St. Tho’ the sack was empty and Olive – all of a sudden – had German sentences to write and couldn’t go any further.  Mildred came home with me and we had a gay time.  I just love her.  She is dandy. 

 

This evening Olive and Ned came down.  They and Theron and I played “Hearts,” then we told fortunes.

 

 

Tuesday, February 8

 

“God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble.”  I Pet. 5:5

 

Went to school.  Mildred came home with me after school to get her fur which she left here last night.  My!  I like her. 

 

This evening was the third WYNA dance.  I had a perfect circus.  The Catholics all had to stop dancing at twelve because Lent began.  Gee, I had a circus. 

 

Letter from  Warren, M. C. and postal from O. E. Chicago.

 

 

Wednesday, February 9

 

“I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, tho’ he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.”  John 11:25,26

 

Went to school.  In school we are studying “Camus” for the story of it now; in Civics we are studying “The Federal Gov’t”; in German we are reading “Wilhelm Tell.”  Mr. Howe asked me this noon about Miss Girdwood’s Assembly Room period.  She told him I was the cause of the disturbance in her period.  Dear, how I hate her !!!!!!!!!!  He said he didn’t think I was.  He was just dandy and I like him awfully well.  In English this A.M. our Class had to each learn a quotation from the “Camus” and we all learned the same one.  In Civics Class Carl Nivison went to sleep.  He was at the dance last night. 

 

After school I went over to Corless’s and bought myself some chocolates, then I came home to translate German and the Yoder twins came over and staid until half past five then I got supper ready all except the tea and then Omar E stopped in a minute.  He was here when Mother and Dad came and the first thing he said was, “Havn’t you done anything toward getting supper?”  I said it was all ready except the tea, but good land! I was mad.  Why didn’t he say, “Come now Omar, run along home?”  I guess it was plain enough tho’ without saying that.  Had it been Ned, more likely Papa would have said, “Take off your coat and stay to supper.”  It makes me tired.

 

Then at supper time Papa and Mamma said some cute sarcastic things because I said I guessed Hazel B would be valedictorian and Harold salutatorian.  Papa thinks I don’t know anything and I guess I don’t.  Yes, I’ll admit I’m cross, too, tonight and I’m just in this frame of mind that I would give anything in this world if I had gone with Ben Dean and married him when he teased me last summer.  I know I shall always  regret it and I would give my life if I had. 

 

Theron has gone down to Litton’s this evening.

 

 

Thursday, February 10

 

“Surely I know that it shall be well with them that fear God.” – Eccl. 8:12

 

Went to school.  The program Comm. Of the Senior class (Hazel Bennett, Bernice Phinney, Chalmers Montgomery, John Champian and I) met tonight and Mr. Howe announced that Hazel would be Valedictorian and Bernice Salutatorian.  We felt relieved that Bernice was Salutatorian.  We were almost afraid Yappie would be and everybody as tickled that he isn’t.  I am glad Bernice is. 

 

After that M’t’g, Olive came home with me and on the way down here we met Mildred W just coming back from our house so we had her come back with us.  The girls staid while I changed my dress for my white one then I went back up to the Lincoln Banquet and the girls went home.  The Sisterhood served the banquet tonight.  Mother helped too, and afterwards  she and I went over to Chandler’s.  Mrs. Gorman and Elsa were there and we played cards.  Had brick ice cream, Spanish-wafers, fudge and salted peanuts.

 

 

Friday, February 11

 

“In whom we have redemption through his book, even the forgiveness of sins.” – Col. 1:14

 

Went to school this A.M.  Ned is taking a vacation from German Class.

 

Mrs. Waffle and Mildred were here for dinner today.  There was a Lincoln Program up to school this P.M. but Mildred and I didn’t want to go so we stayed here all the P.M. and ate popcorn and apples.  Mrs. Waffle went to the Farmers’ Institute this P.M.  Mildred wanted me to come over there this evening but Ned had invited me to go to the basket-ball game and – as today is Ned’s and my second anniversary I consented to go to the game.  They were two interesting games.  Ned brought me a box of my favorite chocolate covered cherries.  Ruth P and Herb B sat behind us tonight.  Zeke Osborn next to us and Jennie Smallshaw and Hugh Vanaken in from of us and we all had a circus  - more especially we and the first couple.  Dear!  It’s a perfect shame to have Ned Conover think so much of me.  He’ll get over it sometime tho.

 

 

Saturday, February 12

 

“they that trust in the Lord shall be as mount Zion, which cannot be removed, but abideth forever.” – Psa. 121:1

 

Such a lazy day this had been.  I have managed to comb my hair but have worn my tea-jacket all day.  Made an outline of the oration I intend to write.  The Oratorical Contest is next month.  I intend to go in and my oration isn’t even started yet. 

 

I studied English, too, today and have read the rest of the time.  Theron a bunch of boys went clear out to Bishop’s Woods on a “Sham Battle” today.  When he came home he was awfully tired, rather cold and soaking wet.  Even his underclothes were wet clear to his knees.  He had to change everything he had on.

 

Mamma has been sick all day but this P.M. Elsa Gorman ‘phoned and wanted her to come over to Chandler’s tonight so Mamma got ready and went.  Theron ‘phoned to Ned and was going to have him come down but Ned wasn’t home.  Mr. Hungerford was over a good share of the evening.,

Sunday, February 13

 

“He shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.” – Psalms 130:8

 

Went to S.S.  Didn’t get around to go to Church.  Probably wouldn’t have gone to S.S. but Theron wouldn’t go if I didn’t so I went.  We stopped at Ruth Parker’s on the way and Parker’s are having all sorts of  fun with Ruth because Herb staid until twelve o’clock last night.  The only ones in our Class today were Miss Spafford, Sara and Charlotte Ackley, Fern Keeslar, Margaret Rose (visitor), Olive Titus and I.  Mr. Wimer asked me today if I would take half of Mae Miller’s class.  Went around to Chandler’s after S.S. (Olive and Ned with me) and invited them over to dinner.  Stopped at Parker’s again on the way home from Chandler’s.  When Ned left me at Taylor St. today, of course he asked if he might come down this P.M.  I told him I didn’t know.  Well, after I came home I ‘phoned him he might come.  He brought me a two-pound box of bon-bons for a Valentine.  We staid here until about five then we went down to Titus’s.  Ford C, Fred M and Mae F were there.  We each had a piece of mince-pie and chocolate cake.  We staid until a little after eight then we started home.  On the way we stopped at Ruth P’s again, intending to stay just a jiffy but staid over an hour.  I didn’t invite Ned in, but I came in and ate my dinner. Chandlers were here yet.

 

 

Monday, February 14

 

“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would not have told you.  I go to prepare a place for you.” – John 14:2

 

Went to school.  IN German we are reading “Wilhelm Tell;” in English she took up the whole period giving us rules for punctuation; we had Current topics in Civics today.  Everybody is getting a joke on Ruth Parker these days because Heb stayed so late last Saturday night.  Francis and Mary sent him a candy kiss on an express tag and tonight I have rigged up something for him.  I cut out an article from the “Detroit Journal” about the University Students and their fair “Co-eds” and “The Girl from Home;” another article from “The Ladies’ Home Journal” about fellows staying at a girl’s house until midnight; and then I inserted a sheet of paper on which I wrote:

             “Oh in the depths of midnight,

             What fancies haunted my brain,

             I wondered then if I ever could

             Get up and catch that train.”

 

Then

 

            

 

 

             Esther calls me “Burnin’ Shame”

             And Harriet calls me “Red,”

             But the prettiest name in all the bunch

             Was what my Ruthie said,”

 

Then another I sent was:

 

             By Herb.

             “My head was bleant,

             Where, with it, blent

             A maiden’s, o’er her instrument

             While half the night,

             (O, what a fright!)

             Was filled with echoes of delight.

 

             No more for me

             Ypsilanti

             Thy raptures – ssave in memory –

             No more – no more

             Till through the door

             Through the air from

             Harry’s toe I soar.”

 

Then I took a “clean” dance program – one that Ruth Fellows and I took from the last dance as souveniers and I filled it out and put “Ruth Parker” on the cover.  I had almost half the dances with Ross Taylor, a lot with Chalmers Mongtomery and Olivet and L. covey.  I won’t tell Ruth about it until after it is on its way or I am afraid he would never get it.

 

Today I received a Vanentine in the mail but I don’t know who it is from.  I rather suspicion Fred Mannerow.

 

 

Tuesday, February 15

 

“Fear not, thou worm Jacob, and ye men of Israel; I will help thee, saith the Lord, and thy Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.” – Isa. 41:14

 

Went to school.  Ned has been out of German Class almost a week now because Miss Wilson saw Ned looking at his translation one day in Class and I guess she thought he was cheating.  Well, today, this was my German paragraph: “Nein, nein, ich weiche necht von diesem Platz, bis der Vogt Den Mann Zuruckgegeben!  Schon in den sechsten Mond leight er im Turn und harret auf den Richterspruch vergenens.”

 

Of course the whole Class giggled and I giggled.  I always do!  Then Laura Robinson and I giggled the whole Civics Hour.  I should think Miss Hungerford would get so mad.  I would.  In her assembly period I made up for it tho’.  I studied German for all I was worth.  In Miss Girdwood’s hour I again made up for that by thoroughly enjoying all the disturbance of the period.

 

After school I went over to the Library and got “An Old Country House” by Richard Le Gallienne.  Then I went over to Sloman’s with a handkerchief I had borrowed from Esther a week ago tonight.  She wasn’t at school today because she has neuralgia so in her face.

 

Mrs. [?] and Mrs. Hackenburg were in here a few minutes tonight.  After supper Mamma went down to Ida Green Fox’s to a Board M’t’g’ of the Civic League.  Papa went and took her and waited up town to come home with her.  I wrote the first on my this year’s oration tonight.  I had one almost written on “A New Democracy” then I changed it entirely.  I am now going to write on “America’s Mission.”  I have it outlined and tonight I wrote my first 240 words.  Finally, Theron got to drumming the piano so I couldn’t think and I hated to scold the poor kid, for it was positively the only amusement he could find so I suggested we come to bed.

 

I received a letter from John Vogt today and Theron received three Vanentine postals, one from Lytton, one from Bertha Fuller and one from Edna Fuller.

 

 

Wednesday, February 16

 

“As the mountains are round about Jerusalem so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even forever.” – Psalms 125:2

 

If I am one of God’s people then, my prayer has been heard and therefore future happiness is assured.  I ask that Ben Dean – the dearest old sweetheart in the world – will love me again.  I pray that he may be my husband that we may become parents of two dear little girls – my little brown-eyed Juanita – and blue-eyed Benjurita.  OH, how I love to dream that my prayer will be answered.  Juanita – meaning little John – is to be the quiet little one, the one to be like Ben.  Benjurita, while Ben’s namesake is to be very  mischievous – and Ben will love them both infinitely.  “Rita must disturb him at his writing – for he is to be a journalist.  Of course if Ben ever doe3s have me again, we will run away and be married.  It will be the only thing to do.  My home truly is dear to me – but Ben is dearer.  It’s no use trying to win Mother and Dad round – even if I could Ben – so -.  The worst of Mother and Dad is that they forget they were young once and had their romance too.  Floy would forgive us; and, indeed, though she wouldn’t have felt it loyal to them to tell us to run away, yet I don’t think it would surprise her a great deal; and I don’t think she’ll grieve at all – for she’ll be quite sure of Father taking us back – when it is actually done.  In many, many ways I am not good enough for Ben Dean – but he could improve me.  He has done it in times past – told me wherein I disappointed him and I just loved him all the more.

 

Well, it is past time for day-dreams now for I should by now be enjoying real dreams.

 

For today: Went to school.  The walks are just as slippery as they can be. In school: In English we are studying Milton’s “Lycidas,” it is dreadfully dry – seems to me; In German we are reading “Wilhelm Tell,” that is interesting but it is so long that it is growing monotonous; in Civics we are studying “The Federal Union.”  About all I’ve done today is giggle.  In German Class Ruth F and I laughed all the time and in Civics, Laura Robinson and I.  I havn’t anyone to giggle with in English Class.  Blanche Covey is one side of me and a vacant seat the other.  John Champion is the next past that vacant seat and he and I usually have a semi-weekly spasm. – but we are a little far removed.  Miss Girdwood came down and sat right behind me the last hour this P.M.  It does make me so mad.  I just hate her. 

 

After school we had a Class M’t’g to give the report of the Program Com.  I was Chairman of that Comm. And I gave my report and the Class accepted it.  After that Ruth F and I walked up around town once then home.  I bought some chocolates over to Corless’s after school.

 

Mamma was at Mrs. Gowdy’s this P.M. to a Masquerade party.  Mamma was dressed like a little girl – all in red. 

 

Omar stopped in twice tonight.  I made some cheese-dreams for supper, and Mamma didn’t eat any supper because she had eaten at Gowdy’s and Papa didn’t like them and consequently I ate more of them than were good for me.

 

Tonight in reading the “Reporter,” I was astonished to see an item about the Oratorical Contest.  The contest coming off March 11 and me with 420 words, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t go to bed until I had finished my oration.  At half-past ten I had 1416 words and I quit and read “An Old Country House” and I guess it’s almost midnight now.  Theron crawled in just as soon as he had finished his problems.

 

 

Thursday, February 17

 

“Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb?  Yea, they may forget, yet will not forget thee.” – Isa. 49:15

 

Oh, such relief!  I handed “America’s Mission” to Mr. Howe.  Miss Wilson certainly gave us a lecture in German Class.  She objects to our writing out our translation.  Ned came back into German Class today and that is the reception he received.  We are still hanging on to “Wilhelm Tell,” and just because we are almost through she is handing out the pokiest – shortest lessons – just to make it hang on and it makes  me tired.  We are still reading “Lycides” in English.  In Civics we are studying “The nation and the State.” 

 

I came right straight home after school, a rather unusual custom.  Mr. Hungerford was over a long while.  Had such a headache tonight that after looking over a number of Theron’s problems I prepared for bed.

 

 

Friday, February 18

 

“Thou art a God ready to pardon, gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness.” – Neh. 9:17

 

Went to school.  This noon on the way home from school Ned asked me if I wanted to go to the “Man on the Box” tonight.  I have been crazy all this week to go and have been wishing he would ask me.  When he asked me if I would go I said I didn’t know, I’d see how much I had to do and let him know later.  I let him know and said I’d go. 

 

After school Mr. Howe and I fixed up my oration then I came home.  Mamma was at Mrs. Gawdy’s to a party this P.M. and she and Mrs. Gawdy went to Maccabee lodge.

 

Ned and I went “The Man on the Box.”  The play was certainly fine but I can not enjoy myself in that Opera House with Ned Conover.  Ben Dean and I have taken so much pleasure there together.  We are so different.  There is no use.  I can never love anyone again, and I have come to the Conclusion with a capital “C” that one has to be in love to thoroughly enjoy a good play.  Dear Ben!  How splendid he was – I presume he still is.  Oh, I know he will love me again sometime.  I will die if he doesn’t.  I always get to thinking of Ben at a play and always tell all his good qualities all the way home.  I wouldn’t blame Ned if he never asked me to go anywhere again in his life.

 

 

Saturday, February 19

 

“who is among you that feareth the Lord, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walkest in darkness and hath no light?  Let him trust in the name of the Lord, and stay upon his God.”  Isa 50:10

 

Didn’t change my dress even until after seven this evening.  Omar E was coming down this evening but our C.I.D. was going to meet at Hazel’s so I ‘phoned Omar this P.M. not to come.  I told him why but I think he rather doubted my word because I’ve put him off so many times before.  So after supper he stopped in to walk up to Hazel’s with me.  He waited while I got ready and then walked in there with me.

 

Grace Terril is in town and Hazel had us down there for her.  There were Grace and Hazel, Ruth F. Ruth P, Gertrude Buckland, Eunice Hatch, Laura Robinson, Frances Ball, Mary Dorrance, Bernice Phinney and myself.  We always have the dandiest time.  Hazel served lemon-ice and wafers.  Afterwards Grace, Ruth F, Ruth P, Hazel, Mary and I went to the Corner of Pear and Jefferson with Bernice.  The rest went part way home with Eunice.  It was about half after eleven when we came home.

 

 

Sunday, February 20

 

“Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many, and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin  unto salvation.”  Heb. 9:28

 

Went to Church and S.S. this morning.  Saw Miles Gardner to speak to him in S.S. this A.M.  I hadn’t seen him before in three or four years I think.  I taught Mae Miller’s Class today.  There are some of the cutest kids in that Class.  Margaret Sloman, Mary Straight, John Wirley, Lynn Roby, Mariette Murray, Shirley Halbrook and a lot of cute kids. 

 

After s.S. Ned walked as far as Hull St. then I said “Goodbye” to him, and walked with Fern Keeslar and Olive Titus as far as they went, then I walked with Louise Augerine and five Skinners’ – Harriet, Mildred, Frances, Jaines and Ellen – the rest of the way home. 

 

Ned came down this P.M. and we were invited down to Titus’s so we went down there.  The other guests this eve. were Ford Collard, Otis Barnes, Loyd and Pearl Lincoln, Fred Mannerow and Frances Wimer.  For lunch we had rolls and coffee and lemon and cream pie.  Olive made the pies yesterday on purpose for lunch tonight.  We staid there until nearly half-past seven then we took Frances Wimer home, then we went over to Mildred’s and visited with Mildred and Ross until about half-past eight. 

 

Ned asked me to go to the Junior play with him but I didn’t say whether I would or not.  I began a letter to Cousin Mildred today.  I have owed it since Sept. 6th.  Just think of it.  It isn’t finished yet tho’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, February 21

 

 

“the Lord is very pitiful and of tender mercy.” – Jas. 5:11

 

Went to school.  Mr. Kliendenst gave his usual annual talk on astronomy this morning.  He talked so long we had to cut out the last period entirely.  As it happened it was a study period for the Seniors.  Just our luck!

 

After school Olive and I went to the library, and to Sherwood’s after candy and around to the post office to mail a letter to Mildred Roberts.  Olive and I stopped in at her house and visited with her mother, Walter and Mrs. Parker a few minutes.  Then Olive started piece with me and we thought we would stop and see Esther Parker.  She was sick and out of school today.  Mildred Fonda and Lorena Ball were there, too, and Ruth came in a few minutes and I staid there until after half-past five.

 

Tonight Ruth F, Myles Gardner, Ned and I went up to Mrs. Roe’s Assembly.  There were a number of Juniors there who had skipped their rehearsal and a few other nice people – and there were a lot I didn’t know and a lot more I didn’t want to know.  I had the “bloominest” time getting away from Paul Warsabo.  He simply doesn’t know anything.  John Champian and I sat out three dances together and danced two I think.  He and I went down to Baize’s, too, after some chocolate almonds.  I think Ned was the least little “mite” jealous but he wouldn’t hare mention it.  (Little Simpleton.)  Guy Finch was up there a few minutes after he took Esther home from rehearsal and I always have a good time with him.  I much prefer the High School dances to Assemblies tho’.

 

 

Tuesday, February 22

 

“I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and as a cloud, thy sins; return unto me for I have redeemed thee.”  Isa. 44:22

 

No school today and for our family it was a lucky thing.  Theron is sick with tonsillitis and not able to peddle his papers and I have been on the bum all day. 

 

Mr. Hungerford was over this P.M. and Mamma and I went back with him to see the library-table he has been making for Floy.  It is a beauty and no mistake.  This evening Mamma, Papa, Theron and I played cards a few minutes then I had to come to bed.

 

 

Wednesday, February 23

 

“I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  Rom. 8:38,39

 

Was strictly on the bum today and thought I wouldn’t go to school, so staid home.  Theron was sick, too, and out of school. 

 

Last night Lytton delivered Theron’s papers and his own, too, and it was so much for him that his mother wouldn’t let him tonight and Lytton and Lane Hunt are the only two who know the route.  We couldn’t get Lane by phone so I told Theron I would do them.  I was in the house all day yesterday and so far today and I thought the walk would do me good.  Mamma said I could if I wanted to but Theron said I couldn’t.  I made Theron tell my where he went tho’ and I went up to the library and waited until Lytton brought the papers to me then I delivered them.  There are 79 on his paper-route.  He has all of North Hudson St. (north of Chicago), some on Hull, and Pierce, Alden, Montgomery, Elizabeth, Abbott, Coombs and the Barnes’ Farm.  It was a dandy walk and dandy cold weather tho’, so I didn’t mind.  It was rather fun.

 

This evening I did German for tomorrow.  I received a letter from Josephine Culver today and a postal from Lucile Haynes.  She spent yesterday in Toledo but was in Coldwater today.

 

 

Thursday, February 24

 

“The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” – Jas. 5:16

 

Went to school today.  I mailed postals to Miss Snyder and Nellie Hanna this morning.  In school:- In English we had some of the craziest questions to answer on the “Lycidas,” in German we are just nibbling along on “Wilhelm Tell” with little short lessons and not learning a thing; it makes me tired.  When we have finished “Wilhelm Tell,”” (except for composition) we shall have finished our required work in German, and I think she is afraid that when we have finished this we won’t do any more, and we only have a few pages left and she is just dragging them along, in Civics we studied today “A few Words About Politics.”

 

We had a Class M’t’g after school.  After that Ruth F and I went up town and bought some nougats then we went over to the library and waited for Lucius Ta to bring me my papers.  John Champian came in to talk with me about the trial tomorrow.  When I told him what I was waiting for he didn’t believe me and finally went down to meet Lucius to ask him and he brought me back my papers and I delivered them for Theron again.  He is still sick with tonsillitis.  It took me just 40 minutes to do those as far as our house.  Otis and Ford took the last eight for me.  It was a dandy cold night and I really enjoy it.  You ought to have seen Lane Hunt laugh.

 

Mamma and Papa went to the “Country Club” tonight and Ned and Omar came down to play cards.  Ned came at Theron’s invitation and brought me a pound box of chocolate maraschinos, and Omar came at my invitation.  Ned had his orders to leave at 9:30 and Omar followed his example.  I was dreadfully cross tonight to everybody.  I guess I was a little tired, yet I do think it fun to be a newsboy.

 

 

Friday, February 25

 

“He shall deliver thee in six troubles; yea in seven there shall no evil touch thee.” – Job 5:19

 

Went to school.  In school:- In English we had about 50 of the craziest questions on Milton’s “Lycidas” that you ever heard of; in German we are still dilly-dallying along on “Wilhelm Tell;” but for Civics Class today we went over to the Court House and had a Mock Trial.  Chalmers Montgomery was the Justice, Harold Yapp, Court-crier, Ned, Sheriff; Nan Vogt Deputy; Dave Fletcher the stenographer, John Champian Prosecuting Attorney; and Cud Howe, lawyer for the defendant.  Fred Mannerow was charged with stealing a pocket-book containing $10.45 from Bob Kellet.  The jury were Bob Connolly, Skinny Keeslar, Art Sloman, Hazel Bennett, Bertha Tyler and Maude Ramsdell.  Their verdict was “Not Guilty” and John was hopping mad.  It tickled me.  It was really a funny case.  A whole lot of us were witnesses.

 

On the way home from there I came around to Chandler’s to ask her and Elsie to come down tonight and Mrs. C showed me an article in the paper about me delivering papers!  It makes me mad.  I don’t consider it the whole town’s business if I do want to deliver Pete’s papers.  I would like to tell the Reporter Office so, too. 

 

On the way home I stopped at Hunt’s and asked Lane to make an agreement with me that after this when Theron was sick he would take the route.  He promised, providing I would teach him the route some evening.  Mrs. Hunt just raved over it because I delivered them, but I don’t seem to see the connection.  Everyone seems to think it was such a thing to do.  Everyone is ‘phoning Mother and congratulating her as if I were married.

 

Well, Elsa and Chandler couldn’t come over tonight so Mother and I went over there.  We played cards and ate apples and fudge and rarebit.  Didn’t get home until twenty minutes past eleven.  I drew Mamma home on Elsa’s sled.

 

 

Saturday, February 26

 

“God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ,” I Thess. 5:9

 

Talk about your rainy days!  Havn’t had much time to think about it, tho’, because I’ve been digging in ever since I got up.  Just about cleaned house – upstairs and down, because the C.Q.D.’s met here tonight. It is just horrible walking but all the nine came.  Where were Bernice Phinney, Mary Dorrance, Frances Ball, Ruth Parker, Gertrude Buckland, Eunice Hatch, Laura Robinson, Hazel Bennett and Ruth Fellows who came.  On the way down Bernice Phinney fell and got just soaking wet.  So I had to loan her underskirt and an outside skirt.  Hazel Bennett wore her father’s boots, and Ruth F wore Mac’s boots, rubber-coat and rubber-hat.  We girls certainly raise the dickens when we get  together.  Tonight we served creamed peas in thimbles, Spanish sandwiches and beef sandwiches, pickles cocoa and whip-cream cake.  Girls left about eleven o’clock in a pouring rain.  We have surely raised the dickens.

 

 

Sunday, February 27

 

“Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him; for he knoweth our frame, he remembereth that we are dust.”  Psa. 103:13,14

 

All the dishes of last night were left to do this morning and consequently I didn’t get to Church or S.S. tho’ I only wiped the dishes.  I have put in a full day of study, but still I am not anywhere near done.  I havn’t even combed my hair or changed my dress today.  I have taken my bath, and studied two whole Chapters of Civics, almost 2 Chapters in Eng. Lit. and translated some “Wilhelm Tell,” and did a number of things trying to get in trim for some good hard work tomorrow. 

 

Mamma and Papa went over to Chandler’s today to dinner.  Theron and I ate our “lunch” alone.  Theron was out doors playing today and fell in some water and had to change every dud he had on.

 

 

Monday, February 28

 

“If thou, Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?” – Psa. 130:3

 

Went to school.  After school Ruth F, Olive T and I monkeyed around a while up town on some errands then Ruth went home and Olive and I went over there Grandma is at Mrs. Briggs’, on Hanchett St.  Grandma gave me some samples of satin.  She is going to make me 50 yards for my Commencement underclothes.  Won’t that be beautiful?

Today was Dad’s 48th birthday and Mamma invited in Mr. and Mrs. Gowdy, Mr. and Mrs. Stulting, Mr. and Mrs. Fulkerson, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler, Elsa Gorman and Ned C to surprise him.  They played cards all the evening.  The gave Papa a box of cigars.  For refreshments Mamma served minced-ham sandwiches, pickles, coffee, jello and whipped cream cake.  Elsa G got ladies head prize, a violet bowl and Mr. Fulkerson received the gentlemen’s head prize, an ash-tray.  It was after twelve when they left.

Today occurred the C.Q.D. alarm clock affair.

 

 

 

Tuesday, March 1

 

“My times are in thy hand.”

 

Went to school.  Talk about your slush.  It was fierce.

 

Got a letter from Belle Johnson.  This morning the first hour our Class were passing a paper along to find out how many would go to “Pinafore” together, and Mr. Bechtel came along and took it.  We found out anyway so it didn’t matter.  In school :- we are studying “John Dryden” and “John Bunyan” in English; in German still hanging on to “Wilhelm Tell;” in Civics we had a test.  After school it was raining so Ruth F and I went down to her house after an umbrella then we went up town on some errands.  We bought a quarter’s wroth of candy in the course of our travels.  This evening I spent studying Civics for another test tomorrow.

 

 

Wednesday, March 2

 

“The Lord will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.” – Psalms 9:9

 

Went to school.  It is slushy, slushier, slushiest.  In school today :- In German we are still on “Wilhelm Tell” and I expect always will be, in English we are studying “John Bunyan” and something else I don’t know what.  We had another Civics test today.  I had 92 in yesterday’s. 

 

After school I went around by Rev. Barnes’ to get my oration.  He took it yesterday afternoon to look it over.  You ought to see the mistakes he found and the oration has gone to the Judges on Thought and Composition.  I never was so discouraged in my life.  I can never win.  I know it. 

 

Mamma was at Mrs. Stulting’s to a party today and this evening she and Papa went over to Chandler’s.  It is Mrs. C’s birthday.

 

 

Thursday, March 3

 

“ The meek will he guide in judgment and the meek will he teach his way.” – Psalm 25:7

 

Went to school.  This A.M. I paid Mary D a quarter that I have owed her for almost two years.  Isn’t that awful.  I am an awful girl to pay back.  I owe Omar E a het [?] – a box of fudge – that I have owed for ever a month.  I don’t know but maybe it’s two months.  Isn’t that awful.

 

We tried today to get Mr. McElroy and Mr. Howe to put the local contests off until March 18, instead of March eleventh but it is unconstitutional and the two gentlemen object. 

 

IN English this morning we studied Joseph Addison and Jonathan Swift but Miss Hutchins spent the whole hour in reading some of Addison’s and Swift’s works to us; we are still reading “Wilhelm Tell” in German; we are continuing our tests in Civics.  Tomorrow will be the last, I hope.

 

After school Ruth F came home with me after we had gone up town and over to her house.  I went piece with her then as far as Dickenson’s. 

 

This evening Mrs. Stulting, Mrs. Chandler and Elsa G are coming.  I am going to stay up stairs and study my oration.  Just think!  A week and a day away and only one page learned out of ten.  Isn’t that awful.  I see where I see where I came out of the little end of the horn this year.

 

 

Friday, March 4

 

“Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” – Matt. 5:3

 

Went to school.  In English today we studied Jonathon Swift and Joseph Addison.  In German, first Mr. McElroy came in and gave us a regular old lecture.  In the few minutes left in the Class hour we studied German Composition.  In Civics today we had our fifth test for the week. 

 

After school Ruth F and I each ate a bar of milk chocolate with baked almonds in it, and a sundae, then some chocolate “pistachios.”  She came home with me for supper.  Myles walked along with us.  He came back after her this evening and they went home and I went to the Junior Play “Pinafore” with the Seniors.  We are conceited enough to feel perfectly satisfied with our own “Powhatan.”  They havn’t had anywhere near such a good crowd as we had either night.  It was very good tho’.  Of our Class Maude Ramsdell, Bernice Phinney, Hazel Bennett, Harold Yapp, Fred Mannerow, Florence Covey, Dane Fletcher, Leo Covey, John Champian, Laura Robinson, Harold Smith, Mary Dorrance, Art Sloman, Eunice Hatch, Chalmers Montgomery, Bob Kellett; Blanche Covey, Ruth Parker, Ned Conover, Gertrude Buckland, Walt Lobdell and I were there.  That was a pretty good turn-out for our class.  Ned had asked to take me but I wouldn’t let him, and afterward tonight he asked to bring me home and I wouldn’t let him do that.  I had told Bob Kellett I was going to let Ned come home with me, so John C, Walt L and Bob were waiting to see if I did.  When I stung him Ned was horribly ugly, and Bob intended to come home with me himself but John C wouldn’t let him.  He held him there on the corner a long while then along came Ned.  He had been up town after a box of candy (which he must have left there) and he was paddling on home as fast as ever his legs could carry him.  He wouldn’t speak to me. 

 

After I came home I called him and told him there was no used of his acting like that because I would always act the same way – unless go to a place with a fellow, a fellow can not bring me home.  We understood that and I told him he would have to pay attention to that or to some other girl.  I asked him which he intended to do and he said he didn’t know.  I presume he thought I would feel bad.  He was dreadfully ugly I’ll tell you that, but there is no use of my playing with Ned Conover any more.  I don’t like him and there is no use pretending I do – not a bit.

 

 

Saturday, March 5

 

“Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted.” – Matt. 5:4

 

Studied my oration a good deal today.  About three o’clock I went up to the library to get Mamma a book.  While I was there Bob Kellett came in and when he left, I left.  We both love to do mean things to today we walked Chicago St. clear past Conover’s shop up to Jackson St. then turned down Jackson to Pear and up Clay again right past Conover’s shop.  We wanted Ned to see us but I’m afraid he didn’t.  Then Bob and I walked back along Chicago St. until we met Esther S with Frances M and we stopped and visited with them then when we left them we went back and got a sundae.  Saw Ruth F on the street today with Bernice Lazenby.  I stopped at Hazel’s on the way home and then again at Olive’s and from there I walked on to Pierce with Lane Hunt. 

 

I never in my life went with but two fellows that I cared anything about.  I mean that I still care about.  Once I thought I liked Charles Lilly, Herb hart, Harold Cole, Ned Conover, Lawrence Wendell, John Champian, and maybe a few others but I’ve changed my mind.  I never really cared for but two fellows – and I do yet – they are Lane Hunt and Ben Dean.  Aren’t they a queer combination.  Yet, as different as they are, they are still my very much alike.  I know them both, and in many respects they possess the same characteristics.  Ben is very superior to Lane in many ways, yet in others they are so much alike.  The  man in Lane Hunt is like Ben Dean.  I was fool enough to call Ned by ‘phone tonight, just to see how he was feeling.  He is slightly grouchy.  He knows I don’t care tho’.

 

 

Sunday, March 6

 

“Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth.” – Matt. 5:5

 

This morning Mamma didn’t feel very well so I decided I would stay home from Church and help her with the work.  We finished the dishes just as the first Church-bell rang and I got ready after that and got there in time.  Ned helped take the collection this A.M.  He was waiting for me after S.S. and walked home with me.  We had it out.  I told him if he wanted to quit I was willing, and if he intended to keep on going with me and be grouchy, why I would quit, so he “meekly” said he would get good-natured.  Isn’t he the worst?  I told him he could come down at five o’clock.  Mr. and Mrs. Chandler were her for diner.  Ned came at five and Mamma gave him a dish of lemon ice which she made for dinner and a little before six we started for Christian Endeavor.  I forth to say that Ned brought me a pound of candy tonight, probably the same box we saw him carrying home Friday night.

 

We stopped at Titus’s a jiffy on the way to C.C.  The kids were there of course, beside, Frances Wimer, Mae Fellows, Ford Collard and Fred Mannerow.  I mussed up Ford’s hair and received the punishment. 

 

At C.E. tonight Miss Hungerford led, Miss Spafford played the piano, and the others there were Rev. Barnes, Margaret Rose, Sara Ackley, Coral Waddell, Ronald Green, Paul Warsabo, Skinny Keeslar, Herman Flandermeyer, Ruth and Rena Preston and John Maynard’s niece, Miss Troxell and Mae Miller. 

 

I didn’t invite Ned in after C.E.  I never do.  Mamma and Papa and Mr. and Mrs. Chandler played cards tonight and that made me hopping mad.  I think it is disgraceful to play cards on Sunday and I was mad enough to cry.  I went after my box of candy to give Theron a piece because he and Lytton were bicycle riding when I passed it before, and the box was full of loaf sugar and not a piece of candy in sight.  I was so mad about the card-playing that I failed to see the joke in this and I grabbed my things and upstairs I went. 

 

Now, which was more disgraceful – card playing on Sunday or losing ones temper over a good joke played on them?  Aren’t they equal. –“Jude not, that ye be not judged.”

 

 

 

Monday, March 7

 

“Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled.” – Matt. 5:6

 

Went to school.  Stopped for Hazel this morning, but she was sick and didn’t go to school.  Today is a typical March day with a good sound wind to usher it in.  Have had a good time in school today.  Bob Kellett and I had an exceptionally good visit the first hour this morning and another fairly good one the fourth hour.  In English today we studied Alexander Pope; in German we took our last lesson in Wilhelm Tell, that is of the translations.  I suppose we will dilly-dally with it another life time without learning anything.  We began our U.S. History again today with Washington’s Administration. 

 

Henry Straight was at our house quite a while after school.  I think he is just splendid.  At eight Clara Simmons and I had to go down to the church to have Mr. Barnes help us to learn out things for the Content Friday night.  Clara is in the declamatory.  It was nearly ten when I came home and Papa was here alone.  Theron had been invited to Loyd Barnes’ for supper and wasn’t home yet, and Mamma was at Mrs. Hodgman’s to a Civic League M’t’g. 

 

My oration is going bum.  I have a feeling of defeat already.

 

 

Tuesday, March 8

 

“Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy.” – Matt. 5:7

 

Went to school.  In Eng. Today we took up a few Gods and Goddesses, and their particular characteristics; in German Miss Wilson told us that next Monday we would have a final test in German over “Wilhelm Tell.”  We, who might be exempt from finals put up a kick, and this noon Ruth P, Hazel B and I went around her way home pleading our cause.  She wouldn’t give in and after school the whole part of the Class who would be excused from it went in there and teased but she only said she would have to sleep over it.  In History now we are studying “Washington’s Administration.”

 

At ten after five tonight I said my oration for Rev. Barnes and Mr. Howe.  Before that time Bernice P, John C and I had a very good visit.  John went down town and bought me some chocolates too. 

 

This evening then was a Social evening of the Christian Endeavor over to Miss Spafford’s and I went.  We had a dandy time.  For refreshments we had cocoa and peanut sandwiches.  Those there were (of course) Miss Spafford, Miss Troxell, Mae Miller, Miss Hungerford, Miss Pomerow, Rev. Barnes, Paul Warsabo, Fern Keeslar and Fred Collar, Herman Flandermeyer, Margaret Rose, Louise Tuttle, Lola Geach, Charlotte and Sara Ackley, Corral Waddell, Clara Vandy Bogart, Miss Fiske and myself.

 

 

Wednesday, March 9

 

“Blessed are the pure in heart; for they shall see God. – Matt. 5:8

 

Went to school.  Had lots of fun the first hour with the rest of the Seniors on our side of the room.  Last night was the D. initiation and this A.M> all those initiated had to wear a big red tie, and a frankfort around their neck and a great big D printed on their backs.  They all Marched in with their hands on each other’s shoulders, and walked up in front of the desk and bowed to Mr. Howe, then bowed to the people in the room.  The boys washed their hair in iodiform last night and oh – the odor this A.M.  It was fierce.  A bunch will be initiated again tonight but Mr. Howe told them not to use iodiform again. 

 

We began reading Pope’s translation of the Iliad.  In German we are making an outline of the dramatic structure of “Wilhelm Tell.”  In History we are studying “Washington’s Administration.” 

 

After school I visited a few minutes with Charles Lilly then I came home and then went back up to the Presbyterian social with Olive.  There were more cute babies there tonight – Charlotte Dickenson, Gretchen Schultz, the Phelps baby, the Reincke baby, “Buster” Brown and Robert Allen.  They were just awfully cute.  After the social Clara Simmons said her declamation and I said my oration to Rev. Barnes then Olive and I started home.  We stopped in her house quite a few minutes and visited with her mother. 

Mamma, Mrs. Chandler and Elsa Gorman went to Classmates” tonight.  Norman Hackett gave a Shakespearian address up to school at three this P.M.  It was perfectly splendid.

 

 

Thursday, March 10

 

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.” – Matt: 5:9

 

Went to school.  Ruth F is sick in bed with tonsillitis.  I went around there this noon and again after school before it was time to practice my oration.  The other half of the D.’s were initiated last night and this morning they all had to wear big red neckties, and too the boys had clipped great spots out of their hair, making it look perfectly hideous.  They cut off the whole front part of Si Treat’s pompadour.  They are all a sight.

 

In English now we are reading “Pope’s Translation of the Iliad;” in German today we took up the dramatic structure of the Nobles’ plot of “Wilhelm Tell;” in History we are studying “Washington’s and Adam’s Administration.”

 

After school, after coming back from Ruth’s I had to say my oration to Rev. Barnes, Mr. McElroy, Mr. Howe, Miss Girdwood, Miss Wilson, Louise Smith, Clara Simmons and Verald Kliendenst.  I don’t know what Girdwood and Wilson were in there for – Buttinskies!!  It was after five when I was through there then I had to go clear down to Harbough’s and Kliendenst’s on an errand for Mamma.  Charles Lilly walked with me from his house over to Harbough’s and then around to Kliendenst’s.  It was after six when I reached home.

 

This evening Mamma and Papa went to the “Country Club” to a Masquerade party.  Think I will go to bed and get ready to meet my fate tomorrow.  Oh, how I do wish I might win.  If only Ben were wishing that, too.

 

 

Friday, March 11

 

“Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” – Matt. 5:10

 

Went to school.  Went around to see Ruth F this A.M.  She is sick and not able to go to school. 

 

In English we are reading Pope’s translation of the Iliad; in German we had composition today; in History we are studying the Administrations of Washington, John Adams and Jefferson.  The last two hours this P.M. it was impossible to study so I read “Myths.”

 

After school – the last hour, I went up to Parrish’s with Mildred Waffle and Hazel Legg then I went over to Hilton’s then back to the library to meet Esther Sloman.  I went over to her house with her and she combed my hair for me for tonight.  I was awfully nervous from the time school was out until – well, until the Judges’ decision tonight.  The local oratorical and sub-district contest was held up in C.H.S.  The Judges were Rev. Delamarter, Rev. Bachelor and Mr. Hungerford.  Those in the declamatory in the order that they prizes were won were Clara Simmons, Vera Kliendenst, Louise Smith and Gyles Wright.  In the oratorical, with the order in which prizes were received were myself first, Bernice Phinney second and John Champian, third.  Oh, I was happy.  If only Ben would care. 

 

After the contest Si Treat, Grace Parker, Hugh Vanaken, Jennie Smallshaw, Cud Howe and Neva K, Verald, Warner Vanaken, Ned and I and a number of the other kids went up to the Eastern Star and danced till nearly twelve then Neva, Cud, Ned and I went down to Cleo’s and had a lunch.  Say, by the was, first prize was only three dollars tonight.

 

 

Saturday, March 12

 

“Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.” – Psa. 97:11

 

Didn’t do much of anything this morning.  This P.M. I went up to the library.  (Walked up there from Church St. with Lane Hunt and you ought to have heard his congratulations.)  From the library I went over to Sloman’s to return some hair-pins and a back-comb that Esther stuck in my hair last night.  Then I went over to Chandler’s.  All this time I had been on my way to Ruth F’s and while I was at Chandler’s I saw her go past so I joined her.  We went up to the library, then went over and bought each of us a “bar” (milk chocolate and baked almonds), then we met Mae Miller and we three went over to cooking school just a minute.  After that Ruth and I went back to her house and staid the rest of the P.M.  As I was leaving there I saw Hazel and Harold in Yapp’s buggy and they brought me home.

 

After supper I went down to Tappan’s.  Mr. Tappan said if I could get Neva K to stay there until the middle of July to teach me the work from Commencement time until then, that he would give me a dandy job.  Neva told me herself it was a peach.  If I had it I would be willing to wait a year before going to Ann Arbor.

 

After I came home from Tappan’s I put on a clown-masquerade suit and Hazel B and I went together to a C.Q.D. meeting at Bernice Phinney’s.  Bernice, herself was an old woman, Maude Ramsdell was a ghost, Mary D, Frances B and Laura R were “The Three Twins,” wearing black suites (like pajamas) and tall black caps, Eunice Hatch was a clown, Hazel was a little girl, Ruth Parker and Gertrude Buckland were old style women.  Miss Hungerford was invited, too, and she wore a bridal outfit (I guess it was).  On the way home we passed the Y.M. and we saw a gang of boys standing out in front.  We wondered who they were so on the next corner, Frances, Mary and Laura took off their outside duds and in their black suits sneaked back to find out who they were.  Couldn’t tho’ because Eunice and Maude were such big babies.  It was twenty-five minutes of twelve when I reached home.

 

 

Sunday, March 13

 

“the Lord is good, his mercy is everlasting, and his truth endureth to all generations.” – Psa. 11:5

 

Olive and I went to Church and Sunday-school today.  Stopped at Parker’s a few minutes on the way to church.  I had my S.S. Class for the first time today.  I have second grade kids, Margaret Sloman, Mary Straight, Carmen Selby, Eleanor Steele, Shirley Holbrook, William Lucas, Ivan Ruthdroff and Lynn Roby.  The are the cutest kids.

 

Ned walked home with me from Sunday School today.  He came down again at five.  Before he came I began to make my will.  It isn’t finished yet.  So far I have only “given and bequeathed” to Theron, Mamma, Papa and Ben Dean. 

 

About half-past six Ned and I went over to Mildred Waffle’s.  We went around by Olive’s but she was over to Frances Wimer’s.  Chandler’s were over this afternoon and it is almost eleven and they are here yet.

 

 

Monday, March 14

 

“He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their prayer. – Psa. 102:17

 

[Newspaper clipping]  At present Coldwater’s favorite seems to be Welch.

 

How’s that for a T.L.?  I guess, “Yes.”

 

Well, I went to school.  We had Chapel this A.M. and Mr. Howe gave the report of Friday night’s contest.  Rev. Barnes and Mr. McElroy held a consultation in the office the first hour this A.M. about my oration then the second hour while I was in English Class Mr. McElroy came and called me out and went over as much of the oration as he had time, with the corrections.

 

We are reading Book I of Pope’s “Iliad.”  In German we had a test chiefly over the structure of “Wilhelm Tell.”  In History we are studying the Administrations of Washington, Adams and Jefferson.  The last hour this A.M. Mr. McElroy and I finished going over the oration and the last few minutes of the period Prof. Mack of Hillsdale College spoke to us.  The last two hours this P.M. I wrote out a copy of the “Mission of America” as it now stands. 

 

This noon when I came home I found under my plate two birthday presents for I am 19 today.  Pete gave me a tooth-brush (a much needed article to me, too) and Mamma gave me a dandy pair of kid gloves.  Ned asked me this noon if he could come down tonight and bring my present.  What could the answer have been?  I told him to stop for Olive.  I stopped at Olive’s a few minutes on the way home.

 

Mamma was at Mrs. Slulting’s this afternoon with a crown of ladies, and their husbands were invited, too, to a six o’clock dinner and to spend the evening.  I got a dandy letter from Cousin Mildred today.

 

This evening Omar stopped in on his way home from supper with the  news that John Vogt is expected home any time now from Estherville, Iowa.  While he was here Olive and Ned came and Ned brought me the dandiest chafing-dish you ever saw.  It is just beautiful.  We four played a game of “Hearts” then I made some fudge.  Oh, but that chafing-dish is a beauty.  The kids went home about half-past ten.

 

Well, this birthday I must write something that has never been written on any of my other birthdays.  The chief part of all this past year has been the most unhappy of my whole life.  It would seem to one who really didn’t know the secrets of my life that I have every treason to be happy, but at heart, I am unhappy.  There is no real happiness in my life now.  The one factor which could make me perfectly happy is lacking and if it never comes then nothing else can take its place.

 

Tuesday, March 15

 

“The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.” – Psa. 103:8

 

Went to school.  It has been a beautiful day but a trifle chilly for spring.  I received a postal from Claude Johnson today.  He mailed it from Battle Creek.  I also received a St. Patrick’s postal from Ruth F and Mary D inviting me to a C.Q.D party at Ruth’s next Friday.

 

Well, in school.  In English we are reading Book VI of Pope’s translation of the “Iliad.”  In German Class today Miss Wilson gave us an outline of German literature, and handed us back the papers for the test we wrote yesterday.  I had 99.  In History we are studying the Administrations of Washington, Adams, Jefferson and Madison.

 

After school I went up town and bought a “bar”, and five St. Patrick postals and mailed them to Miss Hunter, Ruth F, Mary D, Jon Vogt and Claude Johnson.  (By the way, I saw Claude’s girl, Alta Simonson today.  She is a mighty nice girl, tool.)

 

Mamma went to Quincy on the noon train today and won’t be back until tomorrow night.  This evening Ned took me to “the Three Turns,” and sat upstairs.  Imagine Ben taking me upstairs.  It would be different tho’ if it were Ben   I could sit on the last row in “nigger heaven” with Ben, and be perfectly happy.  It was $1.50 downstairs tonight, and a dollar up.  All the kids – Neva and Cud, Esther and Guy, Enda and Art, Frances and Howard and all the kids sat upstairs but it seems as if everything Ned gives me I appreciate only its money value.  I prize, right this minute, the letters of Ben Dean here in my desk, tem times more than the chafing-dish Ned brought me last night.  I can’t help it, and I never will get over it. 

 

Well, the play itself was great.  When I could forget everything expect the play itself, I was perfectly happy.  Perhaps I imagined that Ben was with me.  It was the best I ever saw in Coldwater, but a Stock Co, with Ben last year was more enjoyable.  Dear Ben!  I wonder if he will ever love me again.  Whether or not,

 

Ever his sweetheart, Fegles.

 

  Ads in “The Three Twins” Playbill

 

Wednesday, March 16

 

“the mercy of the Lord id from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him.” – Psa. 103:17

 

Mamma is at Quincy.  This morning Theron washed yesterday’s dinner and supper dishes and I wiped them.  I took my oration around to Rev. Barnes this A.M. so he could look it over.  I received a postal from Belle Johnson today. 

 

At school: - In English we hare reading Book VI of Pope’s translation of the “Iliad.”  In German Class, Miss Wilson is giving us an outline of German literature.  In Civics we are studying the administrations of Washington, Adams, Jefferson and Madison.

 

After school a lot of us had to take a Civics test that we failed in last week.  There were Laura Robinson, Cecil Cyler, Frances Bal, Cud Howe, John Champian, Ned C, Carl Nivison, Bob Connolley, and Skinney Keeslar and June Baxter.

 

This evening Ruth Parker came down and she and I commenced the Class prophesy.  Ruth went home a little before eleven and it was just pitch dark so I went piece with her.  Montgomery St. is just about half way between our houses so when I got there I stopped and it took us a long while to get up enough courage to let the other one go on.

 

Mamma came home on the 9:55.

 

 

 

Thursday, March 17

 

“Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be will with him.” – Isa. 3:10

 

Went to school.  Guy Finch is out of school today.  He is quite sick I guess too,.  Carl Luedders (another of my family) was absent, too.  You see Dave Fletcher and I have quite a family.  There are Esther Sloman, Ruth Fellows, Dorothy Fletcher, Edna Walker, Guy Finch, Warner Van Aken, Hugh Vanaken, Carl Luedders, and Bob Kellet.  I sent Guy a note by Dave after school. 

 

Olive came home with me after school.  Mamma was at a party at Mrs. Harbaugh’s this P.M. and she and Papa went to a dance this evening.  I was out in the kitchen this evening just commencing to black my shoes when Pete (out doors playing) yelled at me.  I went to the door and there were Esther Sloman and Bob Kellett.  Now, I like Bob, but I like Guy a great deal better for Esther.  Well, Bob shined my shoes for me then he cracked some walnuts and I put them in some fudge.  The kids staid until nearly eleven.

 

I got a postal from Bess Hanna today.

 

 

Friday, March 18

 

“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.”  Isa. 12:2

 

Went to school.  Guy Finch was back at school today but Carl L is still absent.  I sent him a note by Guy today and Guy and I have been exchanging notes today.  Poor Guy!  He feels pretty blue becasue Esther treats Bob K so nice. 

 

I got off the last period this P.M. and Ned and I walked up to the Civic league rummage sale where our mothers were working and I got myself a hat to wear tonight.  Ned walked home with me after that. 

 

I received a postal from Mildred R today.  Olive and I went to the Rest-room for dinner today.  Had potato salad, peanut sandwiches, Dutch cheese, fried cake, cocoa and orange pie.

 

This evening Ruth Fellows and Mary Dorrance entertained the C.Q.D.P.D.Q’s at St. Patrick party.  We had a great circus. 

 

Maude Ramsdell wore a bright red waist and sash, and a green skirt and a green hat with a white plume sticking straight up in front.

 

Bernice Phinney had on every color of the rainbow.

 

Laura Robinson wore a beautiful lace dress over blue silk, that belonged to her grandmother Robinson.

 

Gertrude wore a black wrapper and over that a corset covered with green crepe paper, and she had on a red wig, and a hat covered with every kind of flower imaginable.

 

Eunice H wore a man’s suit, black coat, gay vest and short white trousers with dotted socks with a border of shamrock around them.  She, too, wore a red wig and a black stove-pipe hat with a green band. 

 

Frances Ball wore blue jeans and coat, a red blouse, greet tie, plug hat, red whiskers and her dad’s shoes. 

 

Ruth Parker and Hazel BA wore white dresses covered with “cut” shamrock. 

 

Mary D looked beautiful in a green silk dress, black net kerchief and scarf.  Oh, she was beautiful. 

 

Ruth F wore a low neck and short-sleeved pink camrie dress with a great long train.  I wore a dress with a “net” body over pink, and a flounce of red calico.  The “net” was anead lose curtain. 

 

I wore my rummage sale hat and Dad’s shoes. 

 

My! We had a dandy time.  I didn’t get home until one.

 

 

Saturday; March 19

 

“A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench, till he send forth judgment unto victory.” – Matt. 12:30

 

Mamma had to go up to the Civic League Rummage Sale early this morning.  I had a fierce headache but just before noon I was awfully sick and have been the rest of the day.  Olive T was here all the P.M. and Margaret Flynn was here a good share of it.  Lytton was down playing with Theron, too.  I made them some candy, but I had to sit down almost all the time I was making it.  Theron was going to help me wipe the dishes but he began by breaking two of Momma’s best Japanese tea-cups, so I had him quit, so we would have enough dishes to eat supper on. 

 

This evening Mamma was still at the Rummage Sale.  (She didn’t come home to dinner or supper.)  I let Theron go to the “Happy Hour” because I wanted to be alone and that old Pie-Face, Ned Conover came down here and staid until ten or after.  He brought a box of chocolate maraschinos to sweeten me up I guess but it didn’t do any good.  The old Buttinsky!

 

 

Sunday, March 20

 

“Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.” – Matt. 11:28

 

Went to Church and S.S.  Eddie Clarke sang a solo in Church this A.M.  It was fine, too.  Skinny Keeslar, Ned C and Hugh Vanaken helped take the collection this A.M.  In S.S. this A.M. I told Esther S for her and Guy to come down this P.M. and we would “christen” the new chafing dish.  Then of course, it was up to me to invite Ned to the christening, too, “seein’s as how” he gave it to me.  I told Esther for her and Guy to come at three and invited Ned to come at four.  Well, it resulted exactly as I expected it would and hoped it wouldn’t.  Guy didn’t know he was invited down here and he didn’t get to Esther’s until after half-past three, so it was almost four before they came.  But of course Ned had to play “Buttinsky” and come stalking in at prompt half past three.  I was so mad at him and I jawed him too. 

 

Irene Short, Ray Ramsdell, Kate and Blanche Burbank drove up in Ramsdell’s car a few minutes before Esther and Guy came.  Well, this P.M. we used the chafing dish for the first time.  I made a Welsh rare-bit and we had hot chocolate and cake.  Ned bribed Theron today with a box of candy to consider himself excused.

 

Say, Guy Finch is the cutest kid in town.  I’m rather in love with him myself.  They went home at a quarter of seven and I sent Ned at a quarter of eight. 

 

Mamma and Papa have been at Chandler’s all day.

 

Monday, March 21

 

“Whosever shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven.” – Matt. 10:32

 

Went to school.  After school Olive and I stopped at Parker’s quite a long while.  This evening Clara Simmons and I had to go up to C.H.S. to say our things for Rev. Barnes.  Mamma and Theron and some other people went to the show tonight.

 

 

Tuesday, March 22

 

“Where sin abounded, grace did much more about.” – Romans 5:20

 

Went to school.  After school Mildred Waffle came home with me a few minutes. 

 

This evening Clara Simmons and I had to go up to C.H.S. to say our things for the contest.  After that we both went around to his house with him to see if Mrs. Barnes had a copy of Pope’s “Rape of the Lock.”  She didn’t but Clara and I staid and visited quite a few minutes.  I stopped at Kennedy’s, too, on the way home, on an errand for Mamma. 

 

Mr. and Mrs. Chandler sent Mamma some Mrs. Pott’s flat-irons today because tomorrow is her birthday.

 

 

Wednesday, March 23

 

“As many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God.” – Romans 8:14

 

Went to school.  After school Miss Girdwood heard me say my oration then I went over to Ruth’s and she (Ruth F), Olive T and I went to our Church to a social.  The Brotherhood served and we sat at Ned’s table.  

 

After supper Olive T, Clara Simmons and I went over to CH.S. and Clara said her declamation and I said my oration.  After that Clara went to Choir rehearsal and Olive and I went up to Baize’s after a “bar.”

 

 

Thursday, march 24

 

“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.”  Rom 8:16

 

Hazel B is 20 today.  Harold Y gave her a Pi Theta Beta pillow that he made.

 

Well, went to school as usual.  Miss Girdwood heard me say “The Mission of America” after school. 

 

After supper Mrs. Fellows, and Mae, Mrs. Pierce, Ruth F, Esther Sloman and I went to the Happy Hour, and after that I went over to the Methodist church and Clara and I rehearsed again for Mr. McElroy, Rev. Barnes and Mr. Howe. 

 

 

Friday, March 25

 

“The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.” – Rom 8:a8

 

Went to school.  We had a History test today over the Administrations of Washington through John Quincy Adams.

 

After school Bernice Phinney, Gertrude Buckland, Hazel Bennett and I went down to Hazel’s then to Gertrude’s then the others girls went to the train to see who came and I came home.  I had a fierce headache and would have gone straight to bed but Mrs. John Parker and Mrs. John Hock were here and I sat and visited with them, then Olive came and staid until Papa came for supper.

 

After supper I did lie down just a few minutes tho’ then I dressed (my Junior dress) and started for the contest.  Stopped at Olive’s and Hazel’s on the way.

 

Well, the Contest began, the contest ended and the result is pinned below.  [missing]  I have very little to say.  I am done with for good.  A queer thing occurred tonight.  When the preliminaries of the Contest at Ypsilanti were held Ben Dean won and tonight took part in the Intercollegiate at Albion and Hillsdale beat him, too.  Isn’t that a coincidence. 

 

There were three things concerning Ben in the Detroit Journal tonight.  I always look through the Ypsi items anyway, and tonight it was in two other places besides.  Of course I couldn’t miss them.  As soon as Dad finishes reading the paper I shall cut them out and in here they’ll go.

 

 

Saturday, March 26

 

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” – I John 1:9

 

This morning Mamma is actually sick over last night.  She even went so far as to say I have disgraced the family.  Of course things like that make me feel real good.  Well, to satisfy my curiosity I thought I would go over to Mr. McElroy’s and get the markings for last night.  I went over there but he was out auto riding with the Adrian fellows, and Eva said he would be back in a few minutes she thought.  Then I went down to Ruth F’s and visited a few minutes, then started over to Mr. Howe’s.  Stopped at Chandler’s and Rev. Barnes on the way, then when I got clear over to Mr. Howe’s he was up to C.H.S. with the Albion judge.  I stopped at Fellows, McElroy’s and Parker’s on the way home.  Didn’t see Mr. McElroy even then too’ because he had not come back. 

 

This P.M. Ruth Parker and I worked on the Prophecy a little more.  We monkeyed all the P.M. but accomplished little.  Prophesied only for Hazel B, Harold Y, June B and Carl N. 

 

This evening Ned and Olive dame down.  Ned brought Theron a pound of chocolates.  I made some fudge in my chafing dish.  The kids staid until eleven o’clock, I guess. 

 

Mamma was up town tonight and when she came home she brought my hat.  It is a yellow straw turned up on the left side, and down all the rest of the way with a band of black velvet around the crown and a bow of same, and three black quills on the turned up side (the left).  One of the quills is a great long one.

 

Say, here are three items I cut from the Detroit Journal tonight.  How are they? 

 

Ben dean of the Normal college left Friday for Albion, where he will deliver his oration on “The Malady of Armament” as the Normal representative in the Intercollegiate Peace contest.

 

Hillsdale’s orators swept the field last night in three places.

 

The Normal college junior class has elected the following class day participants: Salutatorian, Carl Runciman, poet, Bernice Stokes; orator, Kenneth Johnson; historian, Jesse Anderson; prophet, Jessie Nourse; valedictorian, Ben H. Dean.  The annual junior party will be held in the Masonic temple Mary 7.

 

Isn’t it a coincidence that we should have both taken part in an Oratorical Contest the same evening and both been beaten by Hillsdale?  The third one proves what I have been arguing to everyone all my life that Ben Dean is the smartest kid going.  Oh, I am proud of him.  I read all of these to Olive and Ned tonight.  Dear old Ben.    His Fagles

 

 

Sunday, March 27

 

“In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only-begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.” – John 4:9

 

This morning (Easter) Ruth Fellows, Margaret Sloman and I went to Church together.  Harriet lake, Perl Lincoln, Lloyd Lincoln and L.D. Keeslar joined church and Harriet didn’t want to go up in front alone so Rev. Barnes asked me if I wouldn’t go up with her.  I hated it like everything but I can’t refuse to do anything for Mr. Barnes after all he has done for me so I had to do it.

 

All of my Sunday-school class were there today except William Lucas, and Shirley Halbrook brought me a beautiful bouquet of daffodils and Margaret Sloman gave me a bouquet, too, and Mary Straight brought me the card on the next page.  I just wish those kids knew how much I appreciate them.  I have the dearest children in my class of the whole Sunday-school it seems to me.  They are Carmen Selby, Eleanor Steele, Margaret Sloman, Mary Straight, Shirley Holbrook, John Wirley, Lynn Roby, Ivan Rothraff and William Lucas, and I just l love them all.  They will have a great deal more influence on me than I shall ever have on them.

 

Ruth F invited me there for dinner so after S.S. I went over there.  We had a splendid dinner and after the work was done we started out on a “little” walk.  We went up Hudson to Pierce, then up Morse to State St, and walked all over the grounds and came back by way of Marshall St.  We were nearly dead when we reached Ruth’s.  Myles was there waiting.  I got my hat, gloves and coat then I went over to Chandler’s.  Mamma, Papa and Theron were over there.  Pete and I started home but stopped at Olive’s on the way home.  Then Gertrude Buckland and Ruth parker came along and I walked along with them.  I went over to see Mr. Hungerford a few minutes then I came home and helped Theron devour some of his candy. 

 

Tonight I called Ned and Mr. C answered and said Ned wasn’t there and asked if he wasn’t here.  I had quite a conversation with him.

 

 

Monday, march 28

 

“God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.” – John 4:11.

 

No school because it is Spring vacation.  Spent a good share of the morning in the kitchen, the rest upstairs.  I received a postal from Zelda Roberts this A.M.  Mamma is making a dress for Mrs. Parker and she came over this morning to try it on. 

 

This afternoon my Sunday-school class had been authorized to buy a plant for Mrs. A.R. Brown from the Pres. S.S., so Eleanor Steele, Shirley Holbrook, Margaret Sloman and I went over to Vogt’s to buy a hyacinth and Olive went with us to take it down there.  Then Margaret, Olive and I had some errands to do then we came home.  Ruth Parker called me in there on the way home and I staid there and visited a few minutes then Ruth came home with me.  When she went I went as far as Montgomery St. with her, then went over to the Factory to see if Mr. Tappan wanted me to take Neva’s job and he wants me to come over tomorrow morning for the rest of the week to learn the work. 

 

Mamma and Papa were invited to Fulkerson’s tonight to a six o’clock dinner.  Omar E came down this evening and I paid the bet which have owed him for a long time.  I made him a box of fudge.  It was good, too by Shiminy.  Eliza Ritchie was down a few minutes tonight too.  I don’t like Omar any more tho’, because he was here a few minutes last night and when he went he tried to kiss me goodnight.  Gee, it makes me hot.

 

 

Tuesday, March 29

 

“The Lord is my defense and my God is the rock of my refuge.” – Psa. 4:22

 

Woke up this morning about five-thirty.  When Dad called me at six I was almost dressed.  After I was ready for work, I wrote a letter to Bess Johnson.  Today will always be a memorable one in my history.  I began my work at the Factory.  Mr. Tappan took me upstairs and had Vera Filkins teach me to check books.  Agnes Fuller works upstairs in the office, too, but I can’t bear either of the girls.  After work I was just dead tired and really believed I was too tired to go to the D. dance but I wanted to go awfully bad and I went.  Wore my Junior dress.  It was one of the prettiest parties I ever attended.  The hall was just beautiful with pennants.  In the center of the room, from the ceiling was suspended an “affair” somewhat similar to a mammoth umbrella frame, and Coldwater pennants were hung from that, together with red and black lights (the D colors).  It went around the evening by a motor.  In one corner was a skeleton (the D symbol) and skulls were placed around the hall.  Two pretty cozies were arranged.  The Imperial Orchestra played.  At Intermission we went down to Baizies and had maple ice-cream and cake.  I never had such a good time at a dance.  Didn’t get home until half-past one.  If only I had had the right partner I could truthfully say it had been the most enjoyable party of my life. 

 

Enough said, I went with Ned, and treated him like the dickens as usual.

 

 

Wednesday, March 30

 

“Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out.” – Rev. 8:12

 

 

Went to work.  My!  Doesn’t that sound big tho’?  Went to work!  Olive came down this evening, then Mamma went down to Miss Tappan’s, leaving only three of us so I ‘phoned to Ned and told him if he would go home at prompt nine he could come down, if he wouldn’t go home at nine, he needn’t come at all.  He went home at nine and Olive with him.  We played “Hearts” and “Whist” this evening.

 

 

Thursday, March 31

 

“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.’ – Rev. 2:7

 

Am still in the Factory.  Am making tickets.  This noon when I came home the biggest surprise I have ever had greeted me.  I had a letter from Ben Dean.  He is in Tekonsha on his vacation when he wrote it, and tonight I read in the Reporter that he had been in town all day.  His letter was what one might almost term a note of condolence – and dear, good Ben is sincere in writing it.  How I do love him, yet he is the cause that the same Maree Welch who is 19 now, will be the Spinster Welch 25 years from now.  He has made happy then spoiled my whole life.  Instead of being the happy wife and mother, dreamed of in times past, I shall live merely an old maid, forsaken by the only one in the world I could ever care for. 

 

Tonight I am going to “Cinderella” with Ned Conover.  After tonight I shall never go with him again.  I shall begin now to live differently, not accept the presents, favors, auto rides, etc. from one whom at heart I detest.  I can’t bear to have him touch me.  I even told him Tuesday when he was going along taking hold of my arm, to let go of me.  He makes me crawl when he touches me.  I shouldn’t write those things but my heart is so full of love for Ben that there isn’t anything else to write.  How I wish and pray each day that I may die!

 

(After the play)  Feel just the same.  Have absolutely misused Ned tonight but he doesn’t seem to realize it.

 

 

Friday, April 1

 

“Justice and judgment are the habitation of thy throne; mercy and truth shall go before thy face.” – Psalms 89:15

 

Back at the Factory, busying myself making tickets, while waiting for the whistles to blow.  I really like the work, tho’.

 

This evening the neighborhood had a surprise on Mr. Clement, an old man in this neighborhood, and Mrs. Flynn asked me to come over to stay with Margaret, Norah and Edward.  She put Edward to bed before I went over.  Ada Hickey came over to stay with Margaret, too, until about ten.  I made them some fudge and they were just as good as could be.  Norah is a perfect darling and Margaret, of course, has always been a favorite of mine.  Norah went to sleep about nine and Ada went home about half-past nine and Margaret went to bed immediately after that.  I read “The Ladies’ Home Journal” until about ten.  I think it must have been then I fell asleep in my chair.  About eleven I awoke and heard Omar E’s whistle.  It is such a peculiar one.  I wish I could put it in this book.  He was out in front of the house< I knew, so I went out.  We had expected John Vogt home from Estherville, Iowa, tonight and Omar said he didn’t come.  I was disappointed at first then it dawned on me that it might be an April Fool joke, paying me back for some that Neva and I played on him over to the shop today, so I told him I bet John V was around somewhere.  Omar whistled and John appeared around the corner of the house.  The boys came in then and staid until about half-past twelve.  John is just the some old John as ever and even jollier, if possible, then before he left Coldwater.  We had a dandy visit.

 

Guess I’ll make a note of some of the jokes played on Omar today.  Around the factory he likes to imagine himself as being a very important person and it is very amusing to the rest of us who don’t really appreciate his seeming superiority.  Before he came today I wrote “522a” on the telephone pad and when he came told him there was a call for him.  He glanced at the numbers, and rang central.  She was miserably slow in answering and then when he called he got the wrong ring.  He rang again and finally got 522a, and after quite an interrogative conversation on Omar’s part succeeded in finding out that it was April Fool.  We fixed up a letter for him too, but he didn’t bite on that one.  Before we came home we took pins and pinned his coat sleeves and pockets all up.  He takes a joke splendidly tho’. 

 

Tonight was pay night and I received my first real weeks pay.  From Tuesday through tomorrow I received $3.35.  I am awfully proud of it.

 

 

Saturday, April 2

 

To My dearest old sweetheart, Ben H. Dean

 

“He giveth power to the faint, and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.”

 

My whole soul is with you today.  Even at the “shop” today Neva and I were discussing you and Cud.  She was telling some reasons why she wouldn’t want to marry cud and I can only think one reason why I wouldn’t want to marry you.  When you love you are so very passionate that you would expect too much from a wife, but you darling old Ben, unless I can marry you I say as I have always said and always will say that I will be Maree Welch forever.

 

Have been working at the shop all day and I like the work ever so much. 

 

Neva and Omar had a fuss this P.M., but Omar got over it after while.  Omar wanted a date tonight but last Thursday night Mrs. Titus invited Ned and I down there tonight.  Olive, Walt, Ned and I played “Hearts” and “Whist.” I misused Ned tonight and I should think he would hate me as much as I hate him.  Otis B and Ford C came down there this evening, too.  They are all laughing at me because Clyde Clinefelter asked me to go to the Military Ball.  Mrs. Titus served jello and whipped cream and chocolate-cake.

 

Oh, Ben, even while I know that you shall never read these pages, it affords me some satisfaction to write that I detest Ned Conover.  I can’t let him touch me.  Even to help me into my coat makes me shudder.

 

            Ever your Fagles.

 

 

Sunday, April 3

 

My dearest old sweetheart Ben:

 

“He shall feed his flock like a shepherd; he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom.” – Isa. 40:11

 

I remember the first thing when I awoke this morning was to pray God that you would love me again, that we might marry.  That has been my only prayer for weeks and weeks.

 

I went to Church and S.S. today.  It was Communion today and while I hold Communion with our Savior I also communed in spirit with you, my lover.

 

My S.S. Class were all present but two today.  Carmen Selby and Lynn Roby were absent.  I hit upon a plan today that would keep the kids more regular in coming to S.S.  I told them I would ask Ruth Fellows if we wouldn’t have an attendance contest and the Class who had the most absences for the next four or five Sundays would have to furnish the picnic for the other Class and we would go to Watson’s Woods.  I suggested it to Ruth after S.S. and she seemed to like it so I imagine we will try it. 

 

Ned started to walk home with me after S.S. but I said “Good-bye” to him at Taylor.  He asked if he could come down this P.M. but I told him “No.”

 

Mr. and Mrs. Chandler and Elsa G were here for dinner.  After dinner I went over to Flynn’s a few minutes, and when I came home they were playing cards here.  It makes me feel just awful to have them play cards on Sunday and they know it. 

 

Oh, I do wish I could die!  I came upstairs and tried to write you a letter but I couldn’t do so satisfactorily, so I wrote to Miss Curts and Bess Hanna.  About six I was so blue that I went down to Neva’s.  Cud was there and that made me the more lonesome for you.  From Neva’s I came back to Miss Tappan’s but she was over to Radabaugh’s so I went over there until about nine o’clock visiting with Miss Tappan and Mrs. Radabaugh.  Mamma’s friends didn’t go home until about eleven.

 

 

Monday, April 4

 

My dear Ben:

 

“Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound; they shall walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance.” – Psa. 89:15

 

Went to school.  After school Ruth F, Olive T and I walked up town then Olive walked home with me and staid until the whistle blew. 

 

The funniest “news” came to me today.  Ruth Parker learned it through their dressmaker, Mrs. Rigg, who had been sewing for Kathleen Pratt that Neva Kennedy was going to stop playing the Methodist pipe-organ because she was going to be married and live away from here.  Isn’t that the richest?  I told Neva and how she did laugh! 

 

Tonight was the Elk Fischer party and Mamma and Papa were going so I made up my mind I would get in a good long evening of study.  I had just began when Hallie Gresley came.  He had just come in from Chicago on the eight o’clock.  No studying for me tonight so I made some chocolate marshmallow fudge and we had John V and Omar E come down and played cards.  I never saw John act worse.  He is the limit!  They staid until eleven o’clock.

 

 

Tuesday, April 5

 

“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” – Isa. 40:31

 

My dear Ben:-

 

Have been thinking about you a great, great deal today.

 

At school today the last two periods I spent in writing you a letter which I mailed to you after school. 

 

We had a class M’t’g after school and discussed the High School paper which we aren’t going to have.  At least, our Class is noted for being the laziest Class in C.H.S. History.  They are all opposed to a paper except Hazel B, Ruth F and I.  They are afraid they will have to work a little and it makes me tired.

 

Mamma met with a Civic League Committee at the Rest Room this P.M. and didn’t get home until just as we were eating supper.

 

Went upstairs rather early tonight then Omar and John serenaded me for about half an hour.  They whistled all the popular sings then went backward and when they got as far as “Sweet Adeline,” and “Wait Till the Sun Shines Nellie,” I guess they thought it was time to quit.

 

 

Wednesday, April 6

 

“The Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that he can not hear.” – Isa. 59:1

 

Went to school.  After school I stopped at Olive’s a few minutes then she and I came along and stopped at Parker’s until half-past five.  Mamma had supper almost ready and was awfully provoked with me because I staid so long and I don’t blame her.

 

Tonight I went down to Ruth P’s again and Ruth and I wrote on the prophesy.  Buster went with me tonight.  He is the best dog on earth it seems to me. 

 

Ruth and I made up our minds tonight what we would prophecy for each one.

 

 

Thursday, April 7, 2003

“When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.” – Lisa. 59:19

 

Went to school.  We received our report cards today.  I had 98 in German, 90 in U.S. History and 95 in English.  In school: In German we are reading “Die Journalisten.”  In English we had review questions on the “Iliad” today; in U.S. History we are studying the Administrations of Van Buren, Harrison and Tyler. 

 

After school Harold Yapp took some pictures of the C.Q.D.P.D.Q. out on the tennis court, then we practiced racing for “Field Day.” 

 

This evening Ruth Parker and I went down where Bertha Tyler rooms at Fairbank’s and worked on the prophesy.  We prophesied for 12 tonight.  On the way home we stopped at Baizie’s and bought a hot chocolate.  Omar E walked home with me from Ruth P’s.

 

 

Friday, April 8

 

“Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.” – Jer. 17:7

 

Went to school.  Mrs. Mort Gaudy and Mrs. Pat Sweeny were here for dinner and they and Mrs. Fulkerson and Elsa G and Mrs. Chandler were here this afternoon. 

 

I got two volumes of Riley’s poems at the library this P.M. and I’m going to read them.  I just love Riley. 

 

This evening was an N.Y.N. dance.  I wore my flowered silk dress and Mamma went over to Mrs. Chandler’s before I was fully dressed and when it came to putting on my sash I couldn’t so I went around to Ruth F’s to have her help me and she made me wear her black velvet girdle.  It is a beauty, too.  Ruth wanted to go to the dance awfully bad tonight but Myles wouldn’t take her.  I just hate him.  I had just a dandy time tonight.  If Ruth had been there it would have been the best ever but it was dandy as it was.

 

 

Saturday, April 9

 

“Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.” – Jer. 17:14

 

Woke up early and got up early this morning because I was going to work at the Factory.  I did all day.  Mrs. Tappan is in Chicago and we people just worked awful.  Oh yes!  Neva stayed at our house for dinner because her mother and father weren’t at home.  We had it all planned while we were over to the Factory that I would stay all night with Neva tonight and we would get an alarm clock and get up early tomorrow morning, about half past three, and see Halley’s comet.  Well, at supper time I suggested it to Mamma and she wanted me to go up town with her because I hadn’t been home all day, and so I said I would.  I ‘phoned Neva that we would have to put off seeing the comet until some night next week because mamma wanted me to go up town with her. 

 

Well, after that Ruth F ‘phoned and wanted me to go up town with her.  I told her I was going up with mamma but that I would come around that way and bring home the belt of hers that I wore last night.  Then, before Mamma was ready to go up town, Chandler and Elsa came over in Chandler’s “go-cart” and said they were going over to Mrs. Fulkerson’s after her then they were coming over to play cards.  That ended Mamma’s going up town so Is aid I would do Mamma’s errands as I had to go up town and get my dear friend Conover a birthday present (at Mother’s request), so Chandler and Elsa took me over to Ruth’s and Ruth and I went up town together.  We met Neva and Neva didn’t seem to like it at all and I don’t know whether she was satisfied with my explanation or not. 

 

The first thing after meeting Neva that Ruth and I did was to meet Ned and it took me from the library up to Kerr’s to get rid of him.  I didn’t merely hint.  I told him right out we didn’t want him and he wouldn’t go.  I never was so mad at anybody in my life.  The old chump!  Finally at Kerr’s corner I stood there and told him he couldn’t go another step with us because we didn’t want him, then we said “Good-bye” to him and away we went.  We went into “Little Nic’s after a sundae then down to Baizie’s after a bar, then over to Reeds and I bought “The Shuttle” for the old – no, I won’t write it, but he is. We were walking the streets then and met Ruth’s beloved Myles, and she let him tag us and they brought me home.  I just hate him.  When he got as far as our house he borrowed some matches and lit his pipe to smoke home.  I don't see how Ruth can bear him.  I just despise him.

 

 

Sunday, April 10

 

“O Israel, thou hast destroyed thyself; but in me is thy help.” – Hos. 13:19

 

Went to Church and S.S.  All of my S.S. Class were there today, and one visitor.  Margaret Sloman gave me a beautiful bouquet of jonquils.  She came three blocks piece with me, too.  Olive T came as far as Parker’s with me then we stopped and visited a while with Ruth and Esther then Olive went home and Ruth came home with me. 

 

Today was Ned’s 18th birthday and Mamma was kind(?) enough to invite him down to dinner.  We tried to have Ruth stay too, but Esther was alone with three younger kids, Harriet and John Parker, and a friend of John’s from Byron, so Ruth thought she better go home and help hold down the room.  I gave Ned “The Shuttle” for a present.

 

About five o’clock Ned and I walked down to Titus’s.  Fred M, Charles McNitt and Frances Wimer were there, too.  Olive made some dandy corn syrup candy.  Ned and I went to C.E.  Miss Pomeroy led.  After that we walked around to Haggerty’s but Mabelle and Dr.. weren’t there.  We stopped into Bennett’s a few minutes and visited with Hazel and Harold.  I didn’t invite Ned in because I wanted to study.

 

 

Monday, April 11

 

“The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.”  - Lam. 3:23

 

Went to school.  After school I intended after coming home to change my dress and go back and serve at a banquet which the Sisterhood were serving, but it looked a lot like rain and Ruth F and I had spent considerable time on the way home at Parrish’s after samples of Commencement invitations, to Baizie’s after bars and to the library after “Pilgrim’s Progress,” so I decided I wouldn’t go back to the banquet.  I got Papa’s supper and after he went I started to study Physics when Mrs. Flynn and Margaret came and stayed almost until Papa came so I didn’t get much studying done.

 

After Papa came I had to go over to Mrs. Will Preston’s to the Whittier Circle and speak.  I spoke “the Boot-black” and “the First Spat.”  Mrs. Preston gave me a great big dish of lemon and pineapple ice, too.  Josephine Fuller sang, too.

 

 

Tuesday, April 12

 

“Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.” – Psalms 63:7

 

I went to school.  This noon I received letters from Helen and Addie Trotter.  Helen’s letter was the dearest thing.  Oh, don’t I love her? 

 

After school I had to go over to Church and Speak to the Presbytery, then I went over to  the dye house and got Mamma’s silk dress that she took there to have cleaned.  Mamma and Mrs. Radabough sewed this P.M. and Mamma has been dreadfully nervous all day just thinking about having her face examined tomorrow, and then Branch’s sent Mamma’s hat home and it wasn’t as she ordered, and the dress I brought home from the dye house had two holes in the back of it.  Both of these things hit Mamma just right so she felt bad over them, then tonight I capped the climax by breaking in the crystal in Mamma’s watch.

 

Chandler and Elsa were here about supper time and Mrs. Hill and Rosa Williams were here all the evening.

 

 

Wednesday, April 13

 

“Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the Lord.” – Hos. 6:3

 

Went to school.  In English today we had written topics.  Mine was “Life and Works of Oliver Goldsmith/” in German we are reading “Die Journalisten;” I staid out of History Class today to go to “Light” class.

 

John Champion brought me “Riley’s Love Lyrics” today to read.  I just love Riley and I’ve read tonight “To An Old Sweetheart of Mine,” “A’ Old Played-Out Song,” “A Very Youthful Affair,” “An Out Worn Sappho,” “The Passing of a heart,” “Dream,” “He Called Her In” and “Her Beautiful Eyes.”

 

Mamma went down to the Clinic this morning and had her face examined and they advise her to have it operated on at once. 

 

After school Ruth Fellows, Esther Sloman and I went up town.  Esther treated us into Little Nick’s, then we went down to Baizie’s and I bought some chocolate rose-buds, the we saw Ned and he gave us 2 pennies (that is he gave them to us after we begged them) and we bought 2 cents’ worth of salted peanuts.

 

I had to get dinner and supper.

 

 

Thursday, April 14

 

“When I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me.” – Mic. 7:8

 

Went to school.  After school Esther Sloman and I were up town together and she went with me to Chapman’s to look at samples of Commencement invitations.  I laid my books down on the counter and my fountain pen with them and Carl Ludders came in and we were visiting there and when I was ready to go, Carl was gone.  Well, I left Esther at corner of Church and Marshall and started on home.  I was almost to Titus’s and I missed my fountain-pen.  I told Olive and she went back with me.  I was sure I would find it there on Chapman’s counter because I couldn’t remember of picking it up when I left Chapman’s.  I went into the store and looked and it wasn’t there and Mr. Eliot nor Mr. Chapman hadn’t seen it.  Well,  I knew it was a goner if I lost it there on Chicago St., but I suggested to Olive that we skip down to Esther’s and see if she had picked it up by mistake.  Olive knew as well that I that Esther would have “pawed it over” if she had carried it for me but we dared to hope that she had forgotten to give it to me.  Esther came to the door and I was so excited, I said, “Esther have you seen my fountain-pen?”  Then Esther looked co comical and said, “Why, Yes.”  It seems that Carl had picked it up in the store and stuck it in Esther’s pocket, and while she knew it, she never once thought of it again.  I’ll tell you I was relieved mightily.

 

Mamma and Papa were invited over to Fulkerson’s tonight to a six o’clock dinner.  This evening was the “D” dance.  Ruth Parker and Herb Bartlett were down a few minutes after supper so Ruth could see some of the invitation samples. 

 

Say, but the dance.  I had the best time I’ve had to any dance this winter.  Had a perfect circus.  Ned brought me white roses tonight.  Oh, but I had a circus.

 

 

 

Friday, April, 15

 

“I will look unto the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.”  Mic: 7:7

 

Went to school.  In school: - In English my topic for the board was “Influence of Shakespeare, Milton and Spenser;” in German we are reading “Die Journalisten,” and we had a splendid argument today.  Guess I’ll write the sentence and perhaps my study of German in later years will tell me whether my theory is right.  Hazel and I were against all the rest of the Class and Miss Wilson decided in our favor but I wouldn’t take her word for it.  Here is the sentence: “Ich bitted ich, jetzt nur an die Pflichten zu denken, die der ubernommen hast gegen unsere poitischen Freunde, welche dir vertrauen, und gegen dies Blatt und uns, die virdrei Jahrre flussig gearbeitet haben, damit der Name Oldendorf, der an der Spitze des Blatts steht, zu Ansehen komme.”  When it was first translated it was like this: “I beg of you to now think but of the duties which you have undertaken for our political friends, who trust you, and for this paper and us, who have worked diligently for three years, in order that the name Oldendorf, which is at the top of the paper might become respected.”  Now, Hazel and I don’t agree with that because that makes the “die” line 2) subject of “gearbeitet haben” and leaves out “wir” entirely.  We say “die” refers to “Pflichten” which would make it read “I beg of you to think now of the duties which etc” (through this paper and us) then – “I beg of you to think of the obligation which we have worked diligently for, for three years.”  In History now we are studying all the Administrations through Pierce.

 

Today Grandma sent me that birthday card there and also a tatting yoke for my commencement underclothes.  She is going to make me 50 yards of trimming besides that.

 

I got off the last hour this P.M. and so did Ned and he tagged me clear home.  I was awfully provoked with him for doing it until he said he would go home and get the auto.  I felt better then.  So he went after the car about twenty minutes past four and rode until half-past five.  Had a dandy ride all right.  It was a beautiful evening, so beautiful I could hardly bear to stay inside.

 

 

Saturday, April 16

 

“The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by him, and the Lord shall cover him all the day long.” – Deut. 33:12

 

Last night I decided that if it was pleasant today I would clean my room but if it rained I would go over to the Factory.  Well, it didn’t look very bad this morning so I thought I would do the room  It took me all day but let me tell you, I’m sitting in a nice clean room tonight all right. 

 

This evening wanted to go up to the Library and get Goldsmith’s “Deserted Village” and Howard’s “Insect Book” and as Omar was going up too, I told him to stop when he came along and I would go up as far as John’s with him.  (He was in here on his way home from supper.)  Well, he came and it was just pouring so he sat down and Mamma, Pete, Omar and I were playing pedro when Miss Tappan called up and wanted me to tell Omar to come right home because she was getting flooded.  I guess the room was leaking or something.  She was so excited she didn’t explain.

(later  Omar came back.  The drain pipe was leaking and he fixed that then he came here, and went on up town.  He went to the Library for me to get Goldsmith’s “Deserted Village” and Howard’s “Insect Book,” and he went up to Holmes’s Grocery with an umbrella which Mamma sent to Mrs. Harbough.

 

Sunday, April 17

 

“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” – Isaiah 1:18

 

This morning Margaret Flynn came over to have me comb her hair.  Her mother is in Chicago and Margaret and her father are staying alone.  At the usual Church time I ‘phoned Ruth F I was ready to start and we started out.  When I got as far as Titus’s I learned there was no Church at our Church this morning and when I met Ruth F we decided that we would go to the Methodist, so to the Methodist we went.  Then we happened to think that their Church didn’t let out until quite a few minutes after our Sunday-school began so we thought we would go back to Olive’s until time for S.S.  Walt took two pictures of us three girls and we took one of him in his long trousers.  Today is the first day he has worn them.

 

Two of the S.S. Class were absent today, Alexander Steele and William Lucas.  Burdick Parker came in the Class today.  Those present were Mary Straight, Carmen Selby, Shirley Holbrook, Margaret Sloman, Burdick parker, Lyman Roby, Ivan Rothraff and John Wirley. 

 

As far as Hull St.. on the way home were Fern Keeslar, Ruth Fellows, Margaret Sloman, Ned and I.  Then Ruth and Margaret turned and Olive caught up with us and walked as far as her house with us then when Olive and Fern left Ned and me, Margaret Murray and Carmen Selby walked as far as Alden with us.

 

This afternoon I studied Physics and started “Sam Turner” in the Post, until Ned came at five, then Momma, Ned and I visited and ate the candy Ned brought until six then we went down to Titus’s.  Frances Wimer and Fred Mannerow were there.  Just before leaving there we had coconut cake and grape juice.  Olive went over to Frances’s then and Ned and I went with them.  Mr. and Mrs. Wimer weren’t there at first but when they did come we had the dandiest visit.  Didn’t know enough to go home.  It was after half-past ten when we left there.  Mrs. Wimer served cocoa and bread and butter sandwiches.

 

 

Monday, April 18

 

“I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.” – Psa: 27:13

 

Went to school.  I handed in a written account of the “Causes of the French Revolution” for my English Class today and I went to Physics Class for “Light” in German we are still reading “Die Journalisten.”  In History we had Buchanan’s Administration.  We returned Louise Warren’s German book to her today which we hid last Thursday.  She is mad at all the Senior girls because she “thinks” we took it and she is mad at the Junior girls because she things they knew who had it all the time.  She is having a dandy time with herself, I reckon.  In Chapel this morning we had a piano trio by Alice Barnard, Louise Smith and Hellen Tracy.  We had a Class M’t’g after school to decided on what invitations we should have but couldn’t decide so put it off until tomorrow night.

 

After M’t’g Ned, Hazel B, Harold Y and I went over town.  We went with Hazel to get her hat, then to Baize’s after sundaes and grape-juice.  Ned walked home with me and staid until Mamma and Papa sat down for supper.  After supper Mamma popped corn and I made some “Holy Paste” for John V and Omar E.  They had promised Mamma a box of candy and a box of roses for calling her out of bed to answer the ‘phone so tonight they paid their debts.  They brought a bouquet of roses, daisies, grasses, ferns, elephant ears and I don’t know what all, - artificial.  And the box of candy was a sight: - Marshmallows half-chewed, gum-drops, kisses, hard taffy and everything imaginable.  Then, besides that, they brought her a pound box of swell chocolates.  We played cares and the kids went home about half after ten, I think.  Theron went with Owen Clinefelter to Light Guard drill.

 

 

Tuesday, April 19

 

“The meek shall increase their joy in the Lord.” – Isaiah 29:19

 

Went to school.  This morning Bob K brought Esther S a box of chocolate kisses and this noon he brought me a box and a bar.  Esther brought Bob and me each some “Sweet Robins” this A.M.

 

In English now we are reading Dickens’ “Tale of Two Cities.”  In German we are reading “Die Journalisten;” and in History we are studying Buchanan’s Administration.

 

I received a postal from Mrs. Flynn this noon.  After school we had a Class M’t’g and selected our Commencement invitations.  Ruth P, Art Sloman and I were the leaders of one party; Hazel Bennett, Harold Yapp and Ned of the other.  The other side got a few more St. Clare’s, Covey’s Tyler’s and Cuyles’s on their side and won.  I hate the invitation they selected.  It is perfectly fierce.  Class M’t’g lasted from half-past three until half-past four and Esther S was waiting for me all that time.

 

Ned and I had a rousing old scrap after M’t’g then Esther S, Bob K, and I went uptown.  Bob took us into Baizie’s and we had sundaes and more chocolate kisses then we came home – after while.

 

Papa was here for supper when I came.  After supper Ruth Parker ‘phoned and asked if I didn’t think we better write on the Prophecy tonight.  I was more than willing because it isn’t anywhere near finished and I didn’t want to begin the Class poem until the prophecy was finished.  Well, at half-past eight she wasn’t here yet.  I began to get scared because – the last time we wrote on it was down to Bertha Tyler’s and I had been the only one to write it down as we thought of it so when I left Ruth at her house, she wanted to take it and copy it.  I know Ruth pretty well and she is noted for always losing things and I said, “Well, but for goodness sake Ruth, don’t lose it because neither of us know it.”  She said, “No, of course not,” and trotted in the house.  When it came to eight-thirty tonight and she wasn’t here yet I began to have terrible thoughts.  I didn’t know but what she might just be slow for she always is the last one to get anywhere.  Well, I called up and the news I heard was anything but joyous.  Esther had cleaned out the draw where Ruth had placed my copy and had thrown it in the furnace.  I was never so mad in my life but I felt sorry for Ruth so I told her to come down and we would begin again.  It seems to me Ruth could have put it somewhere where it wouldn’t be lost.  We worked until almost eleven tonight and I never was so discouraged in my life.

 

 

Wednesday, April 20

 

“He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.” – Psalm 55:22

 

Went to school.  In English now we are reading “Tale of Two Cities;” in History studying the Administrations from Washington through Buchanan; in German we are reading “Die Journalisten.”

 

After school Ned gave me a box of Hershey’s chocolate kisses then Ruth P, Harold Y, Fred M and I went to Chapman’s to order our Commencement invitations.  After that I did some more errands up town then I went over to see Esther.  She was sick and didn’t go to school this P.M.

 

Mamma and Mrs. Gowdy went to Quincy this afternoon and went to the Armory Hall to Maccabee drill tonight.  Theron went to Field’s Minstrels.  Ruth came down and we arranged the material for the insects, did our tomorrow’s German lesson and played and sang Class Song.  We intended to write on the Prophecy but didn’t touch it.

 

 

Thursday, April 21

 

“Let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me.”

 

Went to school.  Theron and I did last night’s supper dishes and this morning’s breakfast dishes before school this morning.  Neither Ned nor Bob brought any Hershey’s kisses this morning but Ned brought some this afternoon which Ruth F and I devoured after school.

 

In school: - In English we are reading Dickens’s “Tale of Two Cities;” in History, today, we had to study the political parties from Jackson’s administration to Lincoln’s; in German we are reading “Die Journalisten.”

 

After school Ned took Ruth F, Ed Walker and I up to Baizie’s.  After that Ruth went off with Myles, and Edna, Ned and I went around town on some of Edna’s errands.  Ned and Olive walked home with me and Mamma was sick in bed. 

 

This evening Mrs. Chandler and Elsa G came and I guess she felt better.  After I had finished the dinner and supper dishes I went over to see Mrs. Flynn and Mrs. Kinney.  They came home from Chicago last night.  Mrs. Kinney ahs been very sick there.  I guess there is no home for her.  It is very sad, too, because she is such a dear old lady.  I think a great deal of her and the Flynn’s.

 

 

Friday, April 22

 

“I wait for the Lord, my soul doeth wait, and in his word do I hope.” – Psa. 130:5

 

Went to school.  Ned brought some more Hershey’s kisses which were devoured this noon out by the east door by Esther S, Guy F, Jennie S, Hugh V, Ruth F, Ned, Edna W and myself. 

 

In English Class now we are reading “Tale of Two Cities;” in German, “Die Journalisten;” in History the territorial expansion from Jackson’s to Lincoln’s Administrations.  The last period I had nothing to do and Esther S, Edna W, Ruth F, and I intended to go to the Bronson-Coldwater game.  It looked a little like rain so I thought I better go down to Ruth F’s and get an umbrella.  I went down and rang the bell and aroused considerable excitement within myself, but Mrs. Fellows happened to be uptown shopping and so didn’t hear me pushing away on her old door-bell.  I went over to Mrs. Chandler’s then and thought I would borrow an umbrella there and she wasn’t at home.  I went over to Esther’s then after hers for her (You see Esther, Edna and Ruth don’t get off the last period).  Mrs. Sloman looked and couldn’t find Esther’s rubbers or umbrella so we thought she had them.  Afterwards I found out there were in the automobile.  After these three “fruitless” errands I started for the library and it began to just pour.  I ran over to the library fast as I could go but got just soaked.  I got “The A. B. Z. of our own Nutrition” by Horace Fletcher then went back over to school.  Ruth F, Ruth P, Mary D, Chalmers M, Fred M, Bob K, John C and I hung around there fooling until half-past four, then the gong rang for the doors to be locked so we had to go. 

 

Mamma and I didn’t hitch well at all tonight.  This evening was the “Whitney’s Bros’” at the Opera House, for the Y.M.C.A. lecture course.  It was perfectly splendid except it seemed to me that “Robin Adair” was a little too personal.  My mind was where it always is when I am in the Opera House with Ned.  It was raining like everything afterward.

 

[Unsigned, undated typed letter]

 

Dear Maree;--

 

Would that I had the gift of language to tell you, dear, what a dream you were last night.  It was the first time I have seen you in white.  That coarse expression of “Bell Cow” is hardly fitting this time to the creation I saw last evening.  To say I was fascinated poorly expresses my condition.  You were the most beautiful star in a galaxy of beauty – an angel – God’s own special work.  I resolved to always to remember you just as you looked across the table at the social this week but now, while that remembrance has not been particularly dimmed, along side of will always be the vision of you just as you were last night.  In one way it was kind of cruel of you to shine as you did last night.  It disturbed the even tenor of my thoughts which I have of late attempted to control but with poor success.  The struggle was hopeless last night – utterly so, dear.  My thoughts ran riot.  I wondered why young Dean didn’t commit suicide when he found you were out of his life.  I grabbed frantically for that far away “island” and lived it in my imagination – and you were there – and all in white – pretty shoulders – and hair done up in just the same way – and your eyes were big and you looked out of them divinely – all it up – it was heaven, at least my heaven.

 

When I first came in, I looked the east end of the hall over and over and couldn’t find you.  After a time I suddenly looked to the went side and there you were in all you radiance.  When you went out with Ruth and I considered the perplexing situation – well – a gloom came over me.  I turned every time the door opened for a long while and finally tried to resign myself to my lot.  Suddenly, call it thought transference if you wish, I was impelled to turn and look – and there you were again.

 

A seat on the platform was arranged for me but I side stepped it to be at the table “on the north”.

 

“The rest you know in the books you have read,

How the British regulars fired and fled.”

 

I fled, went back after my overcoat, scouted down through the park.  Not a human being in sight anywhere and then returned to the place of beginning.  I got the air and it was bracing.  Endeavored to console myself that I needed the exercise.  Please do not call me foolish.  I know I was but the fairy in white completely turned my head.

 

Say, “hun’, the candy was great.   I am saving it along, a linked sweetness long drawn out.

 

Am awful busy this morning but could not resist the impulse to drop you this note after my inspiration of last night.  It is not intended as a letter but a feeble attempt to tell the white angel she was the acme of perfection.  That you have even stopped to glance my way from your queenly heights will ever be gratefully remembered, dear.

 

 

Saturday, April 23

 

“Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy; when I fall, I shall arise.” – Micah 7:8

 

When the Shoe Factory whistle blew at morning and noon, Maree was with the other employees of Tappan’s Shoe Factory.  Everything went well but I shall never become married to the Shoe Factory.

 

Studied “Light” a little this evening.

 

 

Sunday, April 24

 

“Truly my soul waiteth upon God; from him cometh my salvation.” – Psa;, 72”1

 

Margaret Sloman, Olive T, and I went to Church this morning.  Margaret is the dearest thing.  I love her just madly.  Ned walked home with me after S.S.  He came down again this afternoon and gave me a box of chocolate Maraschinos.  I made some Divinity, too.  Ned cracked the nuts and Mamma picked them out. 

 

About seven o’clock Mr. and Mrs. Chandler came so Ned and I went down to Titus’s.  Ford C and Frances Wimer were there extra this evening.  About Church time Frances began hinting about going home.  None of us were hurt in the least because I think everyone would have been relieved if she had gone.  She is a twelve-year old Nuisance with a capital “N.”  Finally, tho’ she began to hint at Olive and inviting her to go with her.  I immediately took the hint and started for home.  Frances invited Ned and me over there too, but we very politely (?) declined her invitation.  She makes my “tired ache.”

 

Mr. and Mrs. Chandler got mad over here tonight and Mrs. C went home before lunch and Mr. C staid.

 

The funniest thing happened in S.S. this morning.  Almost every Sunday some of the kids in my   class bring me something – flowers, or something like that.  Well, this morning Lynn Roby (whose father owns a drug store up town) thought he would make a little variety and his choice was certainly unique.  He brought me two sample packages of talcum power, one in the envelope, the other in a sample can.  Isn’t that the limit?

 

 

Monday, April 25

 

“Who forgiveth all thine iniquities, who healeth all thy diseases.” – Psa. 103:3

 

Went to school.  Washed and wiped dishes before school this A.M.  In school: In English I handed in a written lesson and didn’t go to class.  I had to write why Book I of “The Take of Two Cities,” was called “Recalled to Life;” in German we are still reading “Die Journalisten;” in History the events that from Washington’s to Lincoln’s Administration that led up to the Civil war.  Went to “Light” Class today, too.

 

After school I waited a few minutes until after Junior M’t’g then Esther S took me over and showed me her Junior Dress.  It is perfectly beautiful.  It is pale silk heliotrope.  Art was making candy so I wanted to have some and I didn’t leave there until five o’clock.  Margaret came as far as Dickenson’s with me.

 

This evening our Class went down to Conover’s and had our first rehearsal of our Class Song and Yell.  Ruth F and I went along and stopped for Bob Kellett.  Ned served fudge this evening.  Afterwards Laura R, Gertrude B, Ruth P, John C, Hazel B, Harold Y, Ruth F, Bob K, Ned and I went down to Baizie’s and had sundaes and grape-juice.  It was eleven o’clock when I got home.

 

 

Tuesday, April 21, 2003

 

“Let Israel hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is mercy, and with him is pleanteous redemption.” – Psa. 130:7

 

This morning when I woke up it was snowing awfully hard.  The leaves which had but lately come on the trees were all weighted down with snow.  In school: In English we are reading “Tale of Two Cities,” in German today I handed in a written translation of today’s assignment in “Die Journalisten” and I went to Light class; in History we had a test covering all the work from Jackson’s to Lincoln’s administration. 

 

After school Esther S and I ditched Ned and we went up town.  Esther and I went on come really truly errands then ended up at Baizie’s and Ned and Bob were in there.  They bought the sundaes and “Welch’s” and we the kisses and started out again.  Bob asked Esther to go to the Junior Senior Banquet with him.  Well, when Esther and I left Baizie’s those blooming boys tagged us and went as far as the Pres. Church then we made the leave us.  I made believe I had an errand at Esther’s.  Afterward Esther came as far as Titus’s piece with me.

 

This evening I really truly wanted to stay but Omar E stopped in on his way from supper and said he and Olive and John Vogt were coming down this evening. 

 

Omar hadn’t seen John at that writing, but when he did see him he found John had a date with Lottie A, Omar and Olive came though.  Omar brought some salted peanuts and chocolate Maraschinos.  Mamma and Papa were at Chandler’s tonight and we played “Hearts” until they came – Olive, Omar, Theron and I.  Of course Papa didn’t like it because Omar was here.  It is a fact understood, that no boy is welcome here except Ned Conover.  It makes me tired!  They’ll be trying to marry me off to Ned next.  Let them try it.  I gave up one fellow to please them but I’ll never take up one for good to please them.

 

 

Wednesday, April 27

 

“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” – Matt. 11:29

 

Went to school.  Papa made a mistake and went to work at five this morning instead of six.  In school: In German we are reading “Die Journalisten,” and we had a dandy scrap today.  I didn’t go to History today but went to “Light” that hour; in English we are still reading “Tale of Two Cities.”

 

After school tonight we had a Class M’t’g and scrapped whether we should have outside music or not.  There were quite a few there, and only 16 voted, 8 on one side and 8 on the other, then the motion was made to lay it on the table.  I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t have outside vocal music because there isn’t a soul in our Class who can sing. Hazel B started the kick.  Maybe she and her beloved Yapp want to sing a duet.

 

After Class M’t’g Ruth F and I went up town.  We met Edna and we three made a call on Baizie and had some sundaes, then I went over to Ruth’s to see her dresses.  Her Banquet dress is a perfect dream of canary colored silk over silk, but her graduating dress is far more beautiful than that.  It is net over silk.  They are without any exception the two prettiest dresses I ever saw. 

 

Mamma was at Mrs. Fulkerson’s to a party this P.M. and Papa and I had liver sandwiches.  Eliza Ritchie was here right after supper and Ruth Parker came down at eight and we “prophesied” and “gossiped” until eleven.

 

 

Thursday, April 28

 

“Draw night to God and he will draw night to you.” – James 4:8

 

Went to school.  In school: No “Light” today; in History we are studying Lincoln’s Administration; in German we are reading “Die Journalisten;” in English “Take of Two Cities.”  We had a Class M’t’g after school and voted to have Miss Pullen at Commencement.  There was a vote of 16 to 6.  How’s that?  Hazel was raving mad. 

 

After M’t’g I met Mamma up town and bought my Banquet dress.  It is light green silk with a double satin thread ring in it.  No one could imagine what I mean by that so I’ll picture.  I mean a silk goods with a figure with overlapping “O’s” in the same shade of green only a satin thread.

 

Mamma and I were up town until almost half-past six.  Eliza Ritchie came home with us.  I forgot that the first thing after I met Mamma, Ned took us into Baizie’s.  While we were in there Mamma invited Ned down so I had to tell Ruth P we couldn’t write on the prophecy tonight.  It makes me hot.  Anyway when he came I gave him to understand he was to leave at prompt nine.  Mamma, Eliza, Ned and I played pedro until nine then we quit.  Ned went home shortly after.  Theron was outdoors all the evening with a gang of boys playing “Run Sheep run.”

 

 

Friday, April 29

 

“Mercy shall be built up forever; thy faithfulness shalt thou establish in the very heavens.” – Psalm 89:2

 

Went to school.  In school: In German we are reading “Die Journalisten,” in English “Take of Two Cities;” in History, Lincoln’s Administration,” no “Light” today.

 

After school I had to go over to the Pres. Story hour and tell stories to the kids.  Tonight I must be in a dreadfully pessimistic state of mind.  I think I’ll write why.  I remember one of the instances was in Titus’s after the “Story Hour.”  I had walked along with Ruth Parker from the Church and there were a whole bunch of little kids, Harriet Parker, Lucy Bailey, Helen Hadley and her sister, Margaret Branch and two little Engevine girls so.  So we stopped at Olive’s in order to ditch them.. While in there I told Olive that I bought my Banquet dress last night then she began.  She said she wouldn’t have one and a lot of things like that and I couldn’t help but think “Sour Grapes.”  She talked just the same only a little more so when I told her how beautiful Ruth F’s graduating outfit was.    Well, that was one instance.  Another ws:- To begin with since we began to learn our Class Song, I have sung it around home to quite an extent.  Theron has picked it up from hearing me sing it and tonight when he came home from his paper route he was singing it to the top of his voice.  I scolded a lot about that, and that is the way I have acted a considerable portion of the day.

 

Lytton G was here for supper tonight.  After supper Mamma went over to Mrs. Flynn’s to see her mother, Mrs. Kinney, who is ill there. 

 

Our class went down to June Baxter’s to practice Class Song.  John C and Leo C took her a nursing-bottle, with a cord attached.  On one side of the card was a crazy poem; on the other it said “From the twins, Leo and Johnny.”  Carl Nivison took a teething-ring; Mary brought a kitchen broom; Ruth P an old fashioned castor, and there were a lot of other foolish things.  You see, June will be married in June.  As they were singing the Class Song the last time, Ruth F and I took a hike.  John C followed.  We hid in the shadow of the house until everybody had gone then we went down Elm St. so we wouldn’t see Ned, for “that is what” we were running away from.  We had gotten across the road before Ned came.  He said he had almost come to the conclusion that he ws going to get stung.  Ruth sarcastically said she didn’t see what made him think that.  He wasn’t mad a bit, and just think of that!

 

Well, then, Ruth F, John C, Ned and I started home.  We got as far as Titus’s foundry and John said if we would come back with him as far as the barn he would get the car and we would go driving.  We were game and went back.  Ruth and I sat on somebody’s side porch ten or fifteen minutes then the boys came back with the news that their efforts were useless because they couldn’t find the spark plug so we traveled on.  We have plans for next Monday night but I guess I won’t write them for fear they won’t result any better that these.

 

When Ned and I got as far as Titus’s, Ford and Olive were there on the side porch and we persuaded them to go back up to Baizie’s with us.  Ned treated us to sundaes, bought me some pepsinized peanuts and we came home.

 

Saturday, April 30

 

“My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” – Matt. 11:30

 

Shoe Factory whistle and not school bells called me to labor this moring and let me tell you there’s considerable difference.  One means “Dig in it’s for the boss.”  The other means “Take your choice, do History, English, German or enjoy yourself.  Visit with your neighbor if you choose, look out the window and think if you want to, or do anything you want to.”

 

Mr. Tappan put me in the upstairs office this morning and I’ve figured and recorded Cutter Slips all day.

 

I received a dandy letter from Belle Johnson this noon.  I just  love her!  Theron didn’t get up until eleven o’clock this moring, then just before dinner Lytton Gamble ‘phoned and wanted him to come down there and he was there for dinner and auto riding with the Gamble’s all the P.M.  He and Lytton have gone to the Happy Hour tonight.  Ruth Parker and I are going to write on the Prophesy if she ever gets here.  It is eight now, and she ‘phoned about half an hour ago she was coming.

 

(Later)  She came and we prophesied until eleven thirty.

 

 

Sunday, May 1

 

“The Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our King, he will save us.”  Isa 33:22

 

Didn’t have time to take my bath before Church so I didn’t go.  Went to S.S. tho’.  Margaret walked with Ned and me as far as Pierce St.

 

After dinner I went right straight down to Ruth P’s and we worked on the Prophecy for about three hours, then I ‘phoned Ned and he and I went down to Seaman’s.  Esther had invited us there for lunch.  Frances M and Hec O were there, too.  Esther made crackerjack and we six kids feasted on that.  Frances and Hec went home about seven-thirty.  Esther and I got lunch about 8:30. we had cold chicken, potato salad, biscuits, bread, young onions, doughnuts and grape-lemon ice.  It was half-past nine when we left there and Esther and Guy came as far as Hull St.  Ned and I stopped at Titus’s on the way home.  Ford C and Otis B were there, too.  I just love Margaret Sloman.

 

 

Monday, May 2

“The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the world of our God shall stand forever.” – Isa. 40:8

 

This morning when I got up I didn’t feel very flip so I decided I wouldn’t go to school today.  It was awfully rainy and dark all day.  I read a little in “the Tale of Two Cities,” a little in the last Ladies’ Home Journal” and tried to write on my Class Poem but I couldn’t seem to get interested.

 

Hazel ‘phoned tonight and wanted me to come down and practice Class Song but I told her I couldn’t.

 

(Later) Virginia Ritchie and Ned C came down tonight and we played cards until ten.

 

 

Tuesday, May 3

“Fear thou not, for I am with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God.” – Isa. 41:10

 

Went to school.  Mr. Bechtel’s brother was up to school today, that is Gerald was here visiting Glen.  I didn’t go to German Class today but went to “Light” instead; in History we are studying Lincoln’s Administration; in English we are reading “Tale of Two Cities.” 

 

After school tonight Esther Sloman and I went over to Osborn’s Gallery with Bob Kellett and he gave each of us one of his pictures.  They are just swell, too.  I never saw a better picture.  After that I came home and Mamma and I popped two big dish-pans full of corn, and I made two extra big platters of “Divinity”

 

The Christian Endeavor held a social evening here.  Those here were Charlotte and Sara Ackley, Louise Tuttle, Gertrude Keep, Margaret Rose, Coral Waddell, Lola Geach, Fern Keeslar, Mary and Rena Preston, John Vogt, Skinny Keeslar, Ned Conover and Bob Kellett.  We played the funniest games, “Roll the Platter,” “It,” “Wink ‘em slyly,” “Faith, Hope and Charity,” and like that.  Perhaps we were rather noisy.  At least, so Mamma informed me, but it seems her informing was a little exaggerated.  But, said, I’m awfully stuck on Bob Kellett.  I wish he was mine.

 

 

Wednesday, May 4

 

“I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.” – Isa. 43:25

 

Well, I’ve begun my meanness again.  I don’t know why I say again for I have to admit, it has never ceased.  Went to school.  Now, that wasn’t an especially mean act for anyone except myself, was it.  In school: - In English we are reading “Tale of Two Cities;” had written topics today.  Mine was a Character sketch of Sydney Carton; in German we are reading “Die Journalisten;” in History “the Civil War.” 

 

Today, at noon, Esther S and I rather managed a secret conspiracy.  It was Mrs. Sloman’s social division and Esther had to help.  She told me to tell Bob to go to the social’ then Bob and I were invited over to Sloman’s this evening.  I told Bob and he was ever so delighted.  Well, there was a Coldwater-Hillsdale game right after school and Ned asked me to go so I said I would.  We saw Ruth Fellows and I let her into the secret and she invited me to her house for supper.  That was done as a blind to keep Ned from knowing I was going to the social.  Esther, Edna W, Ned and I were at the game together.  (Art and Guy both play.)  Esther and I felt sure everything was OK because on the way home Ned said he guessed he wouldn’t go to the social if I didn’t, and Guy never goes, so we were sure of everything.

 

I was at the social, waiting for bob, Esther was serving, and in walked Ned Conover.  I thought I would die laughing, but I told Ned that Ruth wasn’t feeling very well so I thought I wouldn’t make her get supper.  I left Ned entirely alone because when Bob came I didn’t want to be with Ned.  Then the biggest joke of the evening occurred.  Bob came.  With him were Pete LeRoy, Walt Lobdell and Guy Finch.  Bob, Pete and Walt had started and I rather imagine Guy was slightly suspicious of Bob’s coming to a social when Esther was there so he invited himself, too.  Well, then Esther and I planned something else.  I would get Ned out of the way then Esther, Guy, Bob and I would go over to Sloman’s. 

 

So while Bob and eating supper I took Ned and said I was going over to Ruth  F’s and when we reached there I said “good-bye” to Ned.  That was done with.  About ten after seven I ‘phoned Ruth Parker to ask her where we where we were going to work on the prophecy tonight and we decided to go to Bertha Tyler’s and she wanted me to be there at 7:30.  I told her I would be there as soon as possible.  In a few minutes Esther, Guy and Bob came and wanted me to go to the “Happy Hour.”  I thought I ought to go after the prophecy first because I had to have it, but they said “No.” so into the Happy Hour we went.

 

I worried so over that blooming prophecy tho’ that finally we decided to go over to Baizie’s and ‘phone to Pete to bring it up.  So we went over.  I stepped up to Bob Kerr to ask him to use the ‘phone, and looking up I looked plumb into Ned Conover’s face.  Esther is still laughing over the funny expression that went across my face.  It was positively too funny.  I spoke to him and that was all.

 

I rang 727 a long while and could get no answer so we left and came down after the prophecy ourselves.  Ned sat in there and watched us come out.  After coming clear back home, then we went to the Happy Hour.  I was getting more and more worried every minute because Ruth P and Bertha T were waiting for me.  Theron came in the Happy Hour and I persuaded him to take the prophecy down to the girls. 

 

It was after nine when we came out of the Happy (?) Hour, then they were bound to go over to Fox’s and get a chocolate ice-cream.  It was half past nine when I got to Bertha’s.  We had planned to go back to Esther’s after we were through writing but it was so late, we adjourned until Saturday night.  Did you ever hear of such doings?  I would like to know what Ned will say tomorrow.  Maybe he won’t say anything.

 

Here is something I swiped out of one of Ned’s books today.

 

 

I received a post-card from Ethel White today.

 

 

Thursday, May 5

 

“Fear not’ for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.”  - Isa. 43:1

 

 

Went to school.  Theron and I did a whole lot of dishes before we went to school this morning. 

 

In school:- In English we are reading “Tale of Two Cities;” in German “Die Journalisten,” I went to “Light” instead of History. 

 

Mrs. Main and Dell Schafer were here for dinner.  After school we had a Class M’t’g and then as we were coming down the North Hall Ruth F and I noticed Ned was right behind us so I said I had an errand with Bechtel.  Ruth and I went down and of course we supposed Ned would go on home.  Imagine anybody’s waiting after the way I ditched him last night, but when we came up from the basement there was Ned at the North door, so Ruth and I went out the East door.  When he saw us going down the East walk he took the kick and walked on with Olive T.  Ruth F and I went to the Library.  He saw us go there and over he came and he went in the reading-room where Ruth F was waiting for me and she got up and then she and I went out and left him there.  That was once again!  We then went up town, met Esther S and finally ended up by going to Fox’s after some chocolate ice-cream.  All this time Ned was standing in Baize’s door – watching. 

 

From Titus’s, Olive came home with me and staid until Papa came for supper.  During the last half of the supper-hour we (the family_ argued about Ben Dean.  They said he isn’t smart; I say he is, and I say he’ll show them sometime.  Wait!  Alice and Anna Bitz were here for a second supper. 

 

This evening the Class went down to Champion’s to practice the Class Song.  We did the best we ever did.  Mrs. Champion served ice-cream with chocolate syrup, and lady-fingers.  The night after we practiced Class Song, Ruth F, John, Ned and I planned on an auto ride after this practice.  Well, tonight Bob didn’t know anything about it and he asked to bring Ruth home.  That fixed things splendidly for John and me.  We both preferred it.  Ned asked to come home with me, but I told him Ruth F and I were coming home with the rest of the girls.  He acted rather suspicious and I said, “If you don’t believe it, wait and see! But don’t go along with me.”  He waited!  Ruth F and I walked along with Ruth P, Mary D, Eunice H, Gertrude B, Laura Robinson, and Hazel and Harold and Maude Ramsdell walked on ahead.  When Hazel, Harold and Maude turned , tho’, Ned went on ahead.  Ruth F and I went to Ruth’s house and John and Bob came along and we rode for an hour.  We had a dandy ride.  I rather like John.  He says “Olivet” next year.

 

 

Friday, May 6

 

“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, fear not, I will help thee.” – Isa. 41:13

 

Went to school.  Ned is really mad.  He waits for me at neither door these days.  We are friends “nicht” and I feel so “traurig”  This afternoon he handed me a very “pathetic (?) note.  I don’t want to pin it in here yet so I’ll copy it:

 

Dear Maree:

I think that this affair has gone for enough.  I have come to the conclusion, after considerable hesitation, that I will not stand this uncertainty any longer.  I want an understanding.  Are you going to go with Bob?  If you are I will quit.  If you are going to go with me, then leave Bob alone.  I suppose I was safe from him because you have said so often that you wouldn’t go with a boy that smoked, but I know that you sometimes change your mind.

 

Another enemy of mine is John.  I have realized for a long time that he has had something up his sleeve, and things reached a climax last night.  Maree, I am disappointed in you.  I did believe you last night at first, but when I saw John get his cap and go out doors I became suspicious and I see my suspicions are confirmed.  I have heard all about your side last night.  I know that it was arranged that I was to go with you riding when we went to John’s, but if you had rather go with John then go.  But I had rather that you would tell me that you didn’t want me, in words and not in actions, and don’t try to deceive me again.  Please let me know your decision as soon as possible.

 

Your Friend, Ned

 

P.S. take your time to  make up your mind and be sure in answering that you mean what you say.

 

That is the note.  I have laughed and laughed.  Doesn’t it sound like a ten-year old?  The idea of Bob’s smoking.  If he does, it’s news to me.  I think I’ll give Neddie a piece of my mind for being tale-bearer.  It shan’t be a note though.  I’ll fire right at him face to face.  This note business is sneaky and not to my liking at all.  Everyone in that whole Senior Class knows that we four kids went riding last night.  Walt Lobdell, Art Sloman and Cham Montgomery saw us and at nine this morning every Senior knew it and two-thirds of the whole High School besides.  Isn’t it the limit?

 

In school:- In English we are still reading “Tale of Two Cities;” had a fierce two hour final exam over “Light” today and handed in a written translation of “Die Journalisten” lesson; we finished Lincoln’s Administration today.  Got out last period this P.M. and went over to Pres. Church to speak at the silver tea of Missionary Society.  Olive T, Gertrude Buckland and I had to help wipe dishes afterward, too.  When that was done I went over to Ruth F’s and staid until about seven o’clock.  Intended to stay until eight then serve at Normal Banquet but changed my mind.  Ruth F and I went up to Reed’s and were on our way home when Myles Y caught up with us and the two of them came home with me and staid until about 8:30.  Ruth and I were “wishing” now we could go away to school together.  “If Wishes Were Horses.” 

 

Mamma and Mrs. Gowdy went to the Show tonight.

 

 

Saturday, May 7

 

“The needy shall not always be forgotten.”  Prov. 9:18

 

At the seven-thirty whistle I was “on deck” at the Shoe Factory but this noon I told Mr. Tappan I wasn’t going to go over there any more Saturdays.  I’ve just got to spend Saturdays on my “Class Poem.” 

 

Mrs. Radabough was here all the afternoon.  Grandma was here for supper.

 

At the supper-table the ‘phone rang and I answered it.  It was Bob K and he wanted to know what time to call for me tonight.  When I went back to the table Mamma and Papa both said they couldn’t imagine who that was, and Mamma said she wished she had answered.  They were insisting that it was Ned and they were so confident it was Ned that I thought I wouldn’t disappoint them.  I was upstairs when Bob came.  He rapped and Mamma went to the door.  She said, “How do you do!” and Bob answered and asked if I was here and Mamma said, “Why—y-yes!” and called me.  Then she woke up.  Bob, Guy and I went to Esther’s tonight to a pop-corn party.  Margaret was certainly full of the dickens tonight.  Right before Art once she asked me what kind of corset I wear.  Once out in the kitchen while Guy was popping the corn, Margaret said to Bob, “You were down here one night and popped corn, weren’t you?  That was news to Guy.  Esther gave me a swell picture of her tonight.

 

 

Sunday, May 8

 

“The expectation of the poor shall not persist forever.” – Psalm 91:18

 

Grandma was here this morning but Aunt Belle came along and took her out to the farm before I came home from Sunday School.  Ruth F, Olive and I went to Church and Sunday-School.  I gave Ned a note this morning that I wrote before I went to Church and he didn’t wait for me after Sunday-school.  That was the effect the note had.  It was a blinger.”  I don’t blame him a particle for being mad. 

 

When I came home from S.S. Mamma Papa were both grumpy.  IT is about last night.  What would they do if they knew about Thursday night.  If I am a peace with the family I’ll have to keep Ned.  If I keep peace with myself I’ll have to ditch him.  When I wanted to be true blue to Ben and was ditching other fellows Mamma kicked because I tied myself up to one fellow; when Bob and I went to Esther’s together last night that started another and she was heard (by myself) kicking to Papa tonight because two fellows came here.  IT is all because there is a Ned Conover existing.  I wish Conover’s name was Dean.

 

Before we had had dinner today I saw Ned coming down the street.  IT was indeed a big surprise.  He brought me a box of Maraschino Cherries.  As usual he staid and staid and I knew his staying would be “unlimited” if I didn’t devise some plan.  So I suggested we go down to Ruth F’s.  Myles was there and we staid there quite a few minutes.  Ruth is going to Chicago next year to take up Kindergarten work and I am just crazy to go with her.  We planned it all out this P.M. and she wants me to come just as bad as I want to go.

 

After we left Ruth F’s we stopped at Titus’s a few minutes.  Had a piece of nut-bread and a piece of cake.  After we came home I was telling of Ruth’s and my plans.  Then a funny thing happened.  I shall have to go back to another explanation.  For the past year I have wanted to go to Olivet or Ann Arbor.  For a four-year course at either place it would cost such a “heap”  that Dad thought he would have to move wherever I went.  In those plans Mamma has always scolded because that would necessitate moving and has grumbled continually because it would mean that.  Well, with this Kindergarten course we girls would have to live at the Dormitory.  When I was talking about that Mamma said, “Let me give you to understand, young lady, if you go to Chicago we will go right along.”  When I told her we would have to live in the Dormitories then she was mad because she wouldn’t have to move.  It means “She’ll kick anyway.”  I suggested that to her and she was raving mad and after I came upstairs I heard her telling Papa that she would show me she was a kicker, she would just shut down and “Ned and I”  going so much.  Oh, that is a rich one!  She scolded about a thousand other things and Papa was on my side.  (I overheard it all; I eavesdropped.)  Tomorrow morning she will tell me how Papa scolded about me and all she did to stick up for me.  I would give a great deal to go to school next year, tho’.  I presume it will be Shoe Factory tho’.

 

Monday, May 9

 

“In thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forever more.” – Psalm 16:11

 

Went to school.  Ned had some kisses (chocolate ones) for Esther S, Edna W, Ruth F, Bob K and myself this morning.  In school Miss Wilson told me today that I passed in my Physics test.  She had the news from the rightful authority, too.  We are reading “The Take of Two Cities” in English and “Die Journalisten” in German.  In History we are studying an outline of the Civil War and Lincoln’s Administration. 

 

After school Ruth F and I went uptown and saw Ned into Baize’s so we went in and had a sundae.  Talk about graft.  Then she came as far as Titus’s with me then we stopped in there and afterward Olive came home with me. 

 

Mamma has been working on my banquet dress today.

 

 

Tuesday, May 10

 

“The Lord is my rock, and my fortress and my deliverer.”

 

Went to school.  After school Ruth F, Esther S. and I were up town and we saw Ned into Baizie’s so we went in for him to treat us.  (He told us this noon he would.)  Then we four started on down street and saw Edna W and Fred M into Fox’s and Fred told us to come in and have one on him so in we went.  After that Ruth, Esther and I sent Ned on and we three bummed a while then I went over to Esther’s and she combed my hair over a cap. 

 

Mamma worked on my banquet dress today again.

 

This morning I was downstairs washing about seven and I noticed that from seven until half-past almost everyone of the Shoe Factory people looked up toward my room and laughed.  Finally I came upstairs to find out if Theron was in my room making a show in the window.  I found he was sound asleep and then I came to the conclusion that it was my imagination.  Otis B came with the milk about eight and he said, “Have you any on hand?”  I said, “Any what?”  Then he said, “Why, any Welch’s Grape-juice, I see you have your sign out.”  I went out doors and there was a great big sign hanging from the eaves on our side porch, the whole length of the veranda, saying “Welch’s Grape Juice.”  On ever post of both porches there were smaller signs.  Just imagine how funny that must have looked.   Should O F Bundy have seen them he would have thought we were running in opposition to him.

 

I wrote on my Class Poem this evening until Omar E and John V came.  They only staid a minute through.

 

 

Wednesday, May 11

 

“Thou wilt save the afflicted people.” – Psalm 18:27

 

Went to school.  C.H.S. played North Adams today at North Adams.  After school Esther S, Bob K and I went up town.  We went into Fox’s and had a Sundae and then “took” a bottle of grape-juice with us.  They went with me down to the Dye House, then we went over to Esther’s and had our grape juice.  I made me a peanut sandwich, too.  We staid there until five o’clock.  Margaret came as far as Titus’s with me. 

 

Mamma has been sewing on my banquet dress today.  I received a dandy letter from Miss Curts today.

 

 

Thursday, May 12

 

“I am the light of the world; he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” – John 8:12

 

Went to school.  After school Esther S and I went uptown.  As we went past Baizie’s he gave us a whole sack of pistachios, then we went over th Fox’s to get sundaes and Hugh White treated us.  Then I went down to Esther’s with her to get her pictures.  We saw Bob and visited with him a few minutes.  Then I went over to Esther’s and had peanut sandwich, and Esther came piece with me home. 

 

This evening our Class had “Song Service” at Yapp’s.  We had a great time.  For refreshments we had ice-cream, fresh strawberries, cake and lady fingers.  Afterward Ruth F, Ruth P, Frances B, Hazel B, Gertrude B, Eunice H, Mary Dorrance and her cousin Constance Street and I went down to Baizie’s and Ned C came tagging along.  I stung him dead through and I came home with the girls.  I told him this noon he couldn’t come home with me and I meant it.  It’s positively disgusting the way he acts.

 

 

Friday, May 13

 

“the Lord is my strength.” – Heb. 8:19

 

Went to school.  Ruth F and I went to Baizie’s this morning to pay our last night’s bill and Ned had paid the whole business. 

 

I mailed a letter to Miss Bassett and Miss Snyder today.  I received a postal from Rev. Gelston today, too. 

 

I got off the last period today.  Esther wanted me to wait for her and go with her after her pictures but I left a note with her saying I guess I better go on.  Mildred Waffle and I went up town just long enough to visit Box’s for sundaes and Baizie’s for bars then she came home with me and staid for supper and until Ross came tonight after her.  After Mildred went I was in Mamma’s room helping her dress for the show and she began.  She said a great deal but it was all summed up in her final remark, which was arguing what I said good about Bob Kellett, “Yes, but it was Ned!”  that’s all.  You see, I like someone else other than Ned and it’s fatal. 

 

Chandler and Elsa were here until Papa came for supper and Mamma and Mrs. C and Elsa and I were playing cards.  When Papa came he took my   hand and I got supper. 

 

I finished “The Tale of Two Cities: tonight and it is the best book I ever read. 

 

Everything Theron did tonight I scolded him and really he didn’t do a thing to deserve scolding.  I’ll go in and give him an extra kiss.

 

 

Saturday, May 14

 

“He hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted.” – Psa. 22:24

 

This A.M. I should have written some on the Class Poem but I didn’t seem to be inspired.  I visited with Mamma the majority of the time.  About eleven thirty I went over to see Mrs. Kinney at Mrs. Flynn’s.  She is quite sick there.

 

About a quarter past one Ned and I started to Union City to the baseball game.  The others who went form here were Esther S, Guy F, Enda W, Art S, Ruth F, Louise Tuttle, Marjorie Moore, Gertrude Keep, Helen Treat, Phyllis Jackson, Verald Kliendenst, Catherine Dorrance and some more girls of the age of Catherine and Verald, Neva Kennedy, Cud Howe, Jennie Smallshaw, Hugh VanAken, Ernie Vogt, Pete Dorrance, Harry Hutchens, Mr. Howe and Milton, Bob Kellett, Dave Fletcher, Pete Lekay, John Champian, Walt Lobdell, Hugh Everett, Ray Newhouse, Wes Wilbur, Ross Waffle, Vera Greener, Myra Smith, Hazel Bennett, Harold Yapp, Hazel Conklin, Bob Connelly, Mr. Campbell and Jessie Clarke, John Walker, Fred Speaker, Mrs. Gamble and Alfred and Howard Grove.  That’s all I can think of now.  I never had such a good time in Union city in my life.

 

Before the game we each of us had a sundae and I saw Louie Main.  The game resulted in favor of Coldwater 8 to 4.  We had some pretty good scraps with the Union City girls.  After the game Esther, Guy, Edna, Art, Ruth, Ned and I had some grape-juice then we went back to the hotel for supper.  Started home directly after supper.  We were just an hour coming home then Mamma and I went uptown  she sent me over to the library to get a book for her.  Just in a joke I brought back “Dotty Dimples” and made believe that was the only book I brought her.  Mamma and I staid up town until almost ten buying commencement clothes.  I picked out my hat tonight.

 

 

Sunday, May 15

 

“Who is God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity.” – Mic. 7:18

 

Went to Sunday-school but not to Church.  Am not going to Church for a while again because Mr. Barnes’ “Money” Sermon last Sunday disgusted me. 

 

Margaret Sloman brought her little niece to Sunday-school with her today.  She is a dear, too.  After s.S. I walked around Ruth F’s way with her and let Ned go on with Olive.  Ruth F came down this P.M. to see my Banquet dress then after that I went down to Ruth P’s and we wrote on the prophecy.  We wrote four lines in four hours then we walked up to Titus’s and staid until half-past seven then I skipped over to Ruth F’s  just a jiffy then I walked alone about half-an hour.  I am awfully blue tonight.  I wonder if every year of my life I shall look back and wish for just a year ago.  I know I shall never look enviously on this winter except for the High School part of it.  Altogether it had been a blue, blue winter. 

 

After I came home tonight I made some cocoa for Papa, Theron and me.

 

 

Monday, May 16

 

“I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.” – Mal 3:6

 

Went to school.  Miss Hungerford was absent today and Mr. McElroy taught our History Class.  He was fine, too.  After school I met Mamma up town and we were from four until six picking out my graduating dress and trimming.  I found the goods I wanted right away.  It is “pearline” and I found some lace and insertion, too, into Branch’s that I liked very much but when I went to buy the insertion there wasn’t near enough.  I couldn’t find another piece to Branch’s that suited me so I went over to Woodward’s; nothing there, and I went to McCorts; nothing there, I went to Waddell’s; from Waddell’s I went to the Wise Department Store and picked up what I wanted.

 

Mrs. Chandler brought Mamma and I home in the auto.  The new post-office was opened today.

 

About seven Ned and I started out for a little ride.  We rode until about half-past seven then I went to Ruth F’s while Ned went home after the backseat then we three started for Eunice hatch’s to “Song Service.”  On the way we met John Champion and took him in and drove past Eunice’s and no one was there we kept on driving.  We drove until some people did come to Eunice’s and I was running the car tonight. 

 

Miss Pullen was at Eunice’s tonight to help us.  She was fine too.  After singing a while we silly people played “Wink ‘Em.”  Eunice served something which I will describe as “beaten whites backed with sugar, and cream and pineapple on top.”

 

Afterward Ruth F, John C, Ned and I took another “Joy Ride.”  It was a peach too.  The rest of the Class were awfully mad.  It tickles me.  I got home at just eleven o’clock.  It must have been about a quarter past ten when we left Eunice’s.  We tried to find where Myles Gardner lives but didn’t succeed.

 

 

Tuesday, May 17

 

“He retaineth not his anger forever, because he delighteth in mercy.”  Micah 7:18

 

Mamma went down to Roger’s today to help Mrs. Rogers make Myrna’s Junior dress.  Went to school as usual.  Ruth F, Esther S and I met Guy F and he told us of a horrible accident that occurred this morning.  The account of it is the attached newspaper clipping - [About a 17 year old who was saving bricks from an old well and the well collapsed, burying him.  A number of times his head and shoulders were uncovered only to have more debris cover him up again.  By the time they we able to dig him out three hours after it happened, he had died.]  It certainly is the most awful thing I’ve heard of in a long time.  I have been thinking of it ever since I heard it and I can’t get it off from my mind. 

 

Miss Hungerford was sick and so our U.S. History Class didn’t recite, so I only had two studies today, German and English. 

 

It rained just awfully at noon and all the afternoon.  Everything is laid to Halley’s comet these days tho’ so nothing is unusual. 

 

The last five minutes of the last hour this P.M. Walt Lobdell and I were carrying on a conversation very enthusiastically and Mr. Howe stopped me as the lines were passing out and – he, too, was enthused.  He told me to see him before I went to any classes tomorrow.  Just my luck!!!!! 

 

Esther S didn’t come to school the P.M. so Guy and I went around to see her after school.  I was introduced to Esther’s sister, Rachel, and she is just beautiful.  I could hardly keep my eyes off from her.  After Esther’s I stopped at Ruth F’s and visited with Mr. Fellows and Ruth and Mrs. Pierce, then Ruth F came as far as Ruth P’s with me.  I simply love Ruth F.  Ruth P came and we translated a German letter Ruth received today.

 

Papa and Theron and I have had things to ourselves today.  When I came home this noon Theron had the bread cut and the bowls ready so that all I had to do was pour milk in them for bread and milk.  Papa got home before I did at supper-time so he got his own supper.  Papa certainly is the best on earth.  When Mamma came home tonight Mrs. Chandler came and later Elsa G and now Mamma, Elsa, Chandler and Papa are playing cards downstairs.

 

Just as I sat here I heard someone going past crying and sobbing and saying “Oh, my god!” over and over.  At first I thought it was some fellows just making believe but I soon discovered it was really someone suffering.  I turned out my light and opened the window and the neighbors were all running down to Raymond’s.  Harlow was out on the walk right here by our house and I asked him what was the matter and he said, “Frankie is dying.”  Poor Harlow was sobbing too, and I felt so sorry for him.  I went downstairs and told Papa and he went down there and Frank had had a collision with someone on a wheel and was unconscious when Papa was there.  Wherever the accident had occurred, Frankie had managed to get home some way but that was all.  Papa said he was hurt awfully bad.  

 

I believe that things like the ones which have occurred today are partially to show me how positively selfish a girl I am.  Here night after night, morning after morning, I have prayed so fervently for but one thing.  My whole prayers have been the same thing.  I have craved for Ben Dean’s love and that has been the substance of all my prayers.  Now, I have been shown how much more keen are others’ sufferings.  I should be so happy I have my mother, my father, my brother, all who love me so much, I have never known any real suffering in comparison with those about me and I should be grateful not begging.  I pray now to live a better life, to think of others not always self and to be obedient to God’s wishes.  “Thy will not ours be done.”  I have prayed to die, but one who has never done a good thing in this world saw not except to be considered worthy, even of dying.  Today has been a lesson to me, and may it always inspire me to better things.

 

 

Wednesday, May 18

 

“He will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.” – Micah 7:19

 

Today was supposed to be “doomsday.”  For months past we have all been looking toward this day as the day which astronomers predicted would destroy the earth.  Halley’s comet’s tail was supposed to have hit us and killed all of us.  It’s about 10:20 P.M. and I’m still alive.

 

Went to school.  Before being admitted to any classes I had to tell Mr. Howe I would try to help preserve better order in the south back part of the Assembly Room.  Ruth F and Esther S were both sick and out of school this morning.  Rather lonesome for Maree?  Yes.

 

In English now we are studying the lives of Jane Austen, Sir Walter Scott, William Cowper, Robert Burns and the “Romantic Age” in general; we had a history test today over Lincoln’s, Johnson’s and Grant’s Administrations; in German we are reading “Die Journalisten.”  Today we did a new way so we could get over more ground.  We took seven pages.  There are 28 in the Class and every four took one page.  That is, Ward Lucas, Florence Treat, Carl Nivison and Dave Fletcher took first page; Louise Warren, Frances Ball, Smitty and Art Sloman the second; then Ruth F, Gertrude B, Hazel B and I the third; Eunice H, Laura R, Harold Y and Chalmers the fourth; Mary D, Bernice P, Leo Covey and Fred Mannerow the fifth; Florence Covey, Cecil Cuyler, Ned C, and John C the sixth; Blanche Covey, Ruth P, Bertha T and Bob Killett the seventh.  John Champion was given his page to read and it being a very short lesson John had prepared it and rattled it off in great style and when he sat down everybody just clapped.  Miss Wilson only laughed.

 

This noon Ruth F ‘phoned and asked me there to supper tonight.  After school Ruth F, Ned, Esther S, bob K and I made our first trip to the new P.O. then to Fox’s after sundaes then I sent Ned to Y.M.; Esther and Bob went to Esther’s house and Ruth and I went to Ruth’s.  Ruth and I did our German before supper.  We had strawberry short-cake for supper.  After the dishes Ruth and I worked the planchet until Myles came.  I ‘phoned to Conover’s then to tell Ned to come after me.  Ned wasn’t there.  We felt certain we would find him at Baizie’s so we went up town.  We saw Bob K and he said Ned just went west through town in the auto.  I made up my mind I was going riding so we kids went clear down to Conover’s house.  Just imagine!!!!!!  Myles went in and asked for Ned and Ned came out.  “The back seat was on” and we went riding.  We rode clear out to Myles’s house and all over town but saw no comet.  We went into Baizie’s and had drinks, too.  Quite a ride we had. 

 

I do love Ruth F.

 

 

Thursday, May 19

 

“The Lord is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.” – Nahum 1:3

 

Went to school.  This noon Ruth F and I went up town and had a sundae before school.  After school I waited and waited and waited for Ruth F because she was in the Chemical Lab., then she and I went up town.  Went to Fox’s and had some more sundaes, and to Sherwood’s after caramels and nougats, and I went over to Branch’s to get my hat but it wasn’t done.

 

This evening Mamma and Papa went up to Pitcher’s Hall for a party for Lawdey’s. 

 

I am going to write the Class Poem if I can get inspired.  It’s going to be a task though, I imagine.

 

Mamma began my graduating dress today.

 

 

Friday, May 20

 

“The Lord is good, a strong-hold in the day of trouble: and he knoweth them that trust in him.” – Hah. 1:7

 

Went to school.  Our Commencement invitations came today and they weren’t as we ordered them at all.

 

After school Ruth P and I went up to Chapman’s and sputtered but that is all the good it did.  Hazel B was along, too, but she didn’t say a word.  Esther Sloman was with me, too.  Afterward she and I went up to Branch’s and I got my hat.  I like it, too.  It’s a great big one with yellow violets, green foliage and black velvet ribbon on top, and on the under side an edging of about an inch and one-half of black velvet.

 

Mamma was out to a party this P.M. so wasn’t here for super.  Esther and Margaret S came down after supper to see my banquet dress.  Ned came about seven-thirty while they were here and we four went riding until eight-thirty then Margaret and Esther got out and we went over to Ruth F’s after Ruth and Myles.  We rode around town and after sundaes until nine then we decided we would go to Quincy.  We drove down there and bought some candy then came around by State St. home.  Got home at 10:15.  I turned off the switch tonight right in front of Uncle Milton’s and made Ned think he had busted down.

 

[A clipping pinned to this page.}

 

Each man’s chimney is his golden mile-stone;

Is the central point from which he measures every distance

Through the gateways of the word around him.

 

 

Saturday;, May 21

 

“The earth shall  be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.” – Hab. 2:14

 

This morning at half-past eight Mamma, Mrs. Gowdy, Mrs. Sweeney and Mrs. Fulkerson went riding in Mrs. Sweeney’s rig.  Mamma didn’t get back until after eleven.  While she was gone, I mopped the kitchen, swept and dusted the parlor and living room, and washed the floors in the parlor, living-room and dining-room.  Esther wanted me to go to the game with her this afternoon so I said I would.  I stopped for Ruth F first then we stopped for Esther.  Art and Edna took Ruth, Esther, Guy and myself to the game.  Adrian played and we beat 7 to 1.  Had a perfect circus down there.  Afterward Ruth, Edna, Esther and I went up town and into Fox’s.

 

Have had a perfect circus today.  Grandma was here when I came home.  Read “Ladies’ home Journal” this evening.

 

 

Sunday, May 22

 

“The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.” – Zeph . 3:17

 

Grandma is here.  I didn’t go to Church this morning but before S.S.  I dusted the side board and every dish on it.  In my S.S. Class today there were Mary Straight, Carmen Selby and her little sister, Mary, Margaret Roby (visiting), Eleanor Steele, Margaret Sloman and Marjorie Metzler, Ivan Ruthraff and Raymond Griffith.  We had a most splendid time today and I just love everyone of them.  We have never been the banner class yet (although we were second once) so today I suggested a plan to them that just seemed to fit.  I suggested we vote for a treasurer and take part of our collection every Sunday and give it to the treasurer until we had quite a little then bring it all some Sunday and be banner class.  Margaret was elected.  We had nine cents today and they wanted to put one cent in the collection and eight in the treasury.  I finally persuaded them to put five in the treasury and four in the collection.

 

I went over to see Mrs. Kinney right after S.S.  I began the Class poem this P.M.  I had to lead Christian Endeavor today.  Ruth F and I are talking Ypsi now.  I was around to her house a few minutes before Christian Endeavor.

 

 

Monday, May 23

 

“I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem the Spirit of grace and of supplication and they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn.” – Zech. 12:10

 

Went to school.  Ruth F and Esther went up town with me after school to get my invitations.  We saw Ned and Myles and Bob and all went over to Fox’s.  I addressed my invitations this evening.  Grandma gave me a dollar today for Commencement.

 

 

Tuesday, May 24

 

“His mercy is on them that fear him.” – Luke 1:50

 

Went to school.  Received a letter from Pearle Anthony today.  After school Bob, and Esther S, and Jennie S and I went up town.  I intended to go over to Esther’s to have her comb my hair but Jennie wanted to go tonight so I thought I would put it off. 

 

I went up town and bought some black chiffon for Mrs. Fellows to make bows for my pumps, then I took Marjorie Metzlaar up town and treated her. 

 

After supper Virginia Ritchie came to spend the evening but Ned came to take me riding so I went.  We went after Esther S and we three took Marjorie and little Herbert for a little ride until they grew sleepy then we found Guy and we four rode until a quarter of ten then we came back to our house and had some pop-corn and grape-juice, then went riding until almost eleven o’clock again.  Had a swell ride.  Esther and Guy are all right.  We had a “peachy” time.

 

 

Wednesday, May 25

 

“There shall be a fountain opened to the house of David, and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin and for uncleanness.” – Zach. 13:1

 

Went to school.  At first this morning Ruth F was inclined to be mad at me because Ned and I took Esther and Guy riding last night.  She got over it tho’ after a little honeying.  Edna was mad at Esther too, because Esther had told Edna and Art to come over there last night and she would pop them some corn.

 

Neva went to school with me this P.M.  After school Esther and I went up town then I went over to Sloman’s to stay with Margaret, Marjorie and Herbert while Rae was over to Chubb’s to a party and Esther was up decorating the Hall for the Junior-Senior Banquet tomorrow night.  Herbert had a dreadful crying spell and I had to put him to bed.  That was one of my first experiences as nurse-girl.  I staid at Sloman’s for supper. There were Mr. Sloman, Margaret, Esther, Herb, Art, Rae and Marjorie there for supper.  Mrs. Sloman is visiting Morley in Ann Arbor.  Esther had to go up to the Hall again this evening and decorate. 

 

As soon as I finished the dishes I went over to Ruth F’s.  She had gone to bed with a sick headache.  Mrs. Fellows had fixed some beautiful black chiffon rosettes on my pumps and, too, she gave me a pair of black silk hose.  They are swell, too.  Ned came after me in the auto while I was there and he had brought me the pendant which I have had my eye on in Parrish’s window so long.  It is certainly a beauty.  I wanted to show it to Esther so we went back up town.  She had a date with Bob tonight.  The little sinner. 

 

I stopped a minute to see Mrs. Kinney today and she had been very bad all day.

 

 

Thursday, May 26

 

“If two of you shall agree on earth, as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them.” – Matt. 18:19

 

The great day has come and gone.  My second and last High School Junior-Senior  Banquet is History. 

 

Went to school today.  Stopped at Sloman’s on the way and heard last night’s “scandal”.  Esther and Bob started home together after Esther had been helping decorate the hall and Guy came up and told Esther she could have her choice and to make it right then and there.  Guy is the stuff all right.  Esther is so blooming independent tho’ that she didn’t care and she let Bob go with Frances M and Guy with her and then invited them all in to eat popcorn.  I just love her.

 

Neva was waiting for me after school tonight and came home with me and combed my hair.  She gave me two beautiful inlaid big hairpins – just beauties!  After I was dressed in my banquet dress and togs I had to go the rounds of the neighborhood and make calls.  Mamma had promised I would.  I showed myself to Mrs. Kinney, Maude Corless, Mrs. Basom, Mrs. Hickey, Mrs. Hill and Mrs. Hackenburg.  I went past Sloman’s and Mrs. Sloman and Rae called me in to examine me.  I stopped for Ruth F and there, beside Mrs. Fellows and Mac, were Mrs. Pierce and Mr. and Mrs. Close.  Ruth looked perfectly beautiful. 

 

The banquet was in Pitcher’s Hall at six.  It was the most beautiful party I ever attended.  The dresses were just beautiful.  I never saw such pretty dresses in my whole life.  I’m not going to write the menu and program here because I have the program to refer to.  The place cards were hand-painted daises – our Class flower.  Esther did splendidly with her toast.  Cud made a dandy toastmaster and Cham Montgomery was great, too.  After the program we danced until about twelve.  I never had such a good time.

 

Say, I never saw anything like it, the way I feel toward Bob Killett.  First, I can’t bear him, then the next time I see him I am as batty over him as Esther is.  They were there together tonight.  Oh, but I had a swell time.  No one knows just how I hate having to stop being a Senior.

 

 

Friday, May 27

 

“Return unto me, and I will return unto you, saith the Lord of hosts.” – Mal. 3:7

 

Went to school.  When I stopped at Esther’s this morning she and I had quite a visit over last night.  Esther and Bob are on one side of the fence, Guy and I on the other.  I do love Esther tho’.  She is pretty near perfect.  We sure do have a circus together.

 

This noon Ned and Bob each had a box of kisses and when I went in the Assembly Room, I had quite a few.  Guy sits in the same row I do so in Miss Hungerford’s period I threw one down the aisle.  It was along just about a level, about three inches above the floor.  Guy caught it and then I threw another.  I started it wrong and it went sailing clear up in the air.  Guy saw it coming and reached his hands way up in the air to catch it.  Everyone in the room saw it except Miss Hungerford. 

 

In Miss Wilson’s hour this A.M. Ron Green threw a card board across the room and it knocked Ruth Parker’s glasses off from her desk and busted them all to pieces.  It’s up to Greenie to buy her a new pair now. 

 

We had a Class M’t’g after school and Frances Ball invited our Class out to her cottage next Monday night to practice Class Song.  She has rented one of Merrill’s pianos and had it taken out there.  After that Edna Walker and I went over to the store to ask my father if I could go to Hillsdale tomorrow to the track meet.  Papa said he didn’t care but I would have to ask Mamma.  Then we went over to the Laundry to ask Mr. Walker and he wasn’t there.  Then Edna and I started home and she was coming piece with me and we saw Mrs. Walker just going to Sloman’s.  We asked her and she said she wouldn’t object but to wait and ask her father.  So we agreed to ‘phone each other when we found out and we ‘phoned we could neither of us go.  Edna’s father and my mother objected. 

 

I delivered my Commencement invitations that go right here in the neighborhood, tonight, to Hungerford’s, Hickey’s, Flynn’s, Omar’s and Tappan’s, and Radabaugh’s.  Mrs. Kinney is very sick now, and I feel that she won’t live very much longer. 

 

Mamma and Papa went to St. Elmo tonight.  Ruth Parker came down and we intended to write on the Prophesy but neither of us was inspired.  We never wrote a word in  an hour and a half.  Esther S called me up tonight and wanted to know if Ned and I wouldn’t do something with Esther and Bob tomorrow night.  It seems rather mean because Guy will be in Hillsdale but then – Esther isn’t married to Guy.

 

 

Saturday, May 28

 

“Unto you that fear my name, shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.’ – Mal. 4:2

 

Took a number of invitations this A.M.  Esther S and I went up town this P.M.  We had some sundaes, some peanuts and cherries, did some other errands and started home.  Esther gave me a beautiful handkerchief today that she had made for me herself.  It is perfectly beautiful.  She had it all wrapped in yellow and white paper and all ready for me.  We were starting down to our house and we met Bob just coming from Tappan Hillsdale Game (Guy is in Hillsdale today to the Track-meet and Ball Game).  Bob came back with us and we three stayed here until about quarter past five then I went up the street with a few more invitations. 

 

I saw Kendall Barnes today for the first time awake and he is nine months old today.  He certainly is a jewel but Mrs. B is rather embarrassing about him.  I was there about six tonight and Mrs. Barnes took him upstairs.  A few minutes later she called me.  She had undressed him and was letting him play on the bed without any clothes on.  He certainly is a little cherub and I was perfectly wild over him.  (I love all babies but he is especially attractive).

 

Well, while Mrs. Barnes and I were playing with him, Mr. Barnes came up, too, and played.  Of course it was all right.  Kendall is a mere innocent baby, but it did seem rather embarrassing for me.  I am really such a stranger to babies, after all.

 

I stopped and visited with Mabelle and Doctor quite a few minutes.

 

Grandma was here when I came home. 

 

This evening Esther and Bob and Ned and I went up town.  We had some sundaes, and Esther and I struck a bargain in stationery, then we went to the Happy Hour.  After that we went down on Sloman’s porch until about half-past ten.  I love Esther and Guy, I like Bob!  I hate Ned!  Isn’t that awful to say?

 

 

Sunday, May 29

 

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that believeth on me hath everlasting life.” – John 6:41

 

Grandma was here this morning but Aunt Belle came after her this afternoon and took her out to her house.  I went to S.S.  In my Class today were Mary Straight, Margaret Sloman, Carmen Selby and her little sister Mary, Eleanor Steele and a young lady friend of hers, John Wirley and Ivan Ruthraff.  Marjorie Metzlaar was there but Ruth F wanted her in her Class today.  Margaret gave me one of her pictures today.  Marjorie and Margaret came piece with me after S.S. 

 

I addressed some of the Junior invitations today.  Was reading Ladies’ Home Journal when Esther and Guy came,  I had invited them and Ned down over a week ago.  I think Guy Finch is perfectly splendid but Esther is tired of him and after they left here tonight, they agreed to “bust.”  Esther is foolish!!!!  Guy is worth a dozen Bobs.  I just think he is splendid.  I never felt so sorry for anyone in my life as I do for Guy tonight.  He is the finest fellow in High School.  (Well, I will put Howard Osborn and Cud Howe equal to him but they are the only ones) 

 

For lunch we had ham sandwiches, pickles, cocoa, Welsh rarebit and bananas and wafers.  O, I do like Guy Finch. 

 

Margaret sent this rose to me by Guy this P.M.  Esther treats Guy almost (?) wickedly yet I do love Esther.

 

Monday, May 30

 

“The Son of Man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels; and then he shall reward every man according to his works.” – Matt. 16:27

 

 

Right after dinner I went over to Mrs. Flynn’s to see Mrs. Kinney.  After that Mamma went over to Gowdy’s and I went down to C.H.S. after Ruth F.  (Papa and Theron went to the races at noon.)  Ruth F was in the laboratory trying to do unknowns.  She was there all the forenoon and never got a thing.  She wasn’t  ready to go when I went down there so I told her I would go back to Esther S’s and wait until she was through.  Poor Harold Y was going around the laboratory wearing two aprons, one behind and one in front.  He had sat in some acid and burned some holes in the seat of his trousers. 

 

I went back to Esther’s and we went up town and bought some bars and some cherries then started back to Esther’s and we saw Bob and he came along with us.  Bob and I aren’t  such awfully good friends these days because he knows I’m in favor of Guy.  Nevertheless, Esther played the part of peacemaker, and we three kids popped some corn and made crackerjack.  Ruth didn’t come along until almost five then I went over to her house and we made up our minds to go out to Morrison’s Lake with “our” Class tonight.  I went up town and bought a loaf of bread for Mrs. Fellows and she made sandwiches while Ruth and I ate supper.  Theron brought my olives, his sweater and my coat up to Ruth’s and about six we went down to Francs Ball’s.  We “rid” out to Ball’s cottage on a hayrack.  The first part of the time was very enjoyable but oh, horrors  of horrors, Ruth F and I created scandal again.   (We always manage to do something.)  The way it all started was like this:  John Champion brought Fred Mannerow and Walt Lobdell out in his auto.  The first part of the evening out to the cottage Hazel and Harold and Bob and I played pedro and Mary D took care of John C.  That was satisfactory to all concerned..  Then Miss Pullen came over from the cottage next door to hear us sing our Class Song.  After she was through some of the girls commenced to get supper.  Hazel B and I decided we would be on the dish washing committee so we went out on the front porch in the swing.  Well, then – horror of horrors again! – John Champion came out on the veranda and swang us.  Then Ruth Parker came to the door and wanted to speak to Hazel.  Hazel stepped inside the cottage just one second.  That was the beginning of the conspiracy on both sides. 

 

I have no real reason to believe that Ruth P told Hazel to keep close watch of John and me for fear we would elope.  When supper was ready we went in.  Hazel and I went over and sat in the window-seat but Harold began to complain because Hazel wasn’t sitting by him and so Hazel had to move.  John took the seat vacated by Hazel.  More scandal!  Ruth F was on the other side of me.  Well, we three made the big mistake of conversing as we sat there.  We actually visited.  Had we suspected we were being watched we would have said just the same things we did.  In fact, I believe we were speaking plenty loud enough for the whole bunch.  Ah yes! 

 

After supper John and Bobby and Fritz said they were going home.  They were going to take Bob Kellett with them.  John secretly (yes, secretly this time) suggested that Lobby and Fred ride back with the bunch and then have Ruth and I ride back with he and Bob.  Ruth and I said “No” at the very start tho’ and nothing more was said about it.  Then John, Bob, Fred and Lobby went up the road where the auto was and we (Ruth F and I) supposed that was the end.  While I was wiping dishes I noticed that everybody was going through the kitchen to the back door.  Finally, I too, followed.  The boys hadn’t started yet and it had been quite a few minutes.  Ruth F and I soon discovered that we were the only ones innocent of the cause why they didn’t start.  We inquired but no one told us.  Then the half of the secret was revealed.  Hazel ran into me coming around a corner just as she was saying “Don’t tell her, she will tell them.”  Either Ruth F or I are “her,” we don’t know which one.  They must have worked an hour on the auto when I took Ned Conover out in the back room and I was never so mad in my life.  I had found out this much that Ned had done.  The Yapp family had used him as their instrument because he was easy.  I took him out in the back room (as I said before) and I said (uglier than I ever expect to speak to anyone in  my  life again), “Ned Conover, if there is a bit of man left in you, you go up there and fix that car.  He went.  The boys soon left.  I never hated anyone in my life as I hated Ned.  He asked to bring me home and I let him because there were a few things I wanted to say to him.  I went clear up to Taylor St. on the rig so we could take Ruth F home.  As mad as Ruth was at Ned, too, she said afterward that she felt sorry for him, the way I went at him. Finally, the real joke came out tho’.  Ruth P, Mary D, Gertrude B and Hazel B had each gone to Ned separately and told him to watch me because Ruth F and I were going to ride home with Bob and John.  That is the choicest.  Every move Ruth or I have made tonight someone of those five (Hazel, Ruth P, Mary, Gertrude or Ned) were at our heels.  It is the richest joke ever.  That is why they tampered with the auto.  Har! Har! Har!

 

 

Tuesday, May 31

 

“We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags.” – Isaiah 64:6

 

Went to school.  The “Senior Class” don’t admit that the joke was on them but I think they know it.  I wrote to Guy Finch a note and gave it to him today telling him I was sorry things are as they are and his answer is pinned on the next page.

 

Dear Mother,

 

Well to come to think about you, you seem pretty near like a real mother to me.  Just what you say would make anybody think a lot of her.  Sometimes I think, I think too much of her.  I have wished in the last few days she would do something to make me hate her, that’s the way I feel about it.  As far as saying anything about her, I wouldn’t for a fortune do anything like that.  That part which I just told you she knows, cause she knows I’m not that kind of a fellow.  To tell the truth about it she is one of the swellest girls I have every met.  I can say that without half trying.  I can see what she is going to do, she’ll probably hang on to Bob till school lets out and when he moves away she will come back at me.  I’m wise enough to see that.  As I have said before I’ll not be fool anymore but a wise man.

 

Well I am glad that Mr. and Mrs. Sloman thinks I’m that kind of a fellow.  I think there [sic] the nicest family I ever got acquainted with, and for showing me a good time they have helped Esther a great deal.  Did they say that about me in front of Esther and what they said about Bob?  Be sure and tell me.  She was wise enough to all through the winter so I could show her a good [?] and then ditch me.  The other night when she said that Bob said I was a good fellow I pretty near come telling her something. Bob couldn’t say anything else, cause I done something for him that I wouldn’t for other fellows.  Now don’t ever mention what I just said.  Well I hoping she will come out of her trance pretty soon.  Well here’s hoping she will.  I remain as ever,

            Your loving Son I,

            Guy

 

P.S.  Tear this up so nobody will get a hold of it.  And then also answer my questions.

 

I wish I could make Esther Sloman see how silly she is.  Guy is worth two dozen Bobs.  I  hope Bob will tag Esther until she gets so blooming sick of him that she will ditch him right.  She will too.  He staid there three hours yesterday and tonight tagged Esther and me up town.  We had sundaes, bars and cherries tonight.  I was just coming away from Esther’s and I met Ruth F and she wanted me to go up town with her so I went.  Course it was after five when I got home. 

 

Bertha Tyler asked Ruth Parker and me out to her house Thursday night to work on the prophesy and stay all night.  Virginia Ritchie was down this evening and brought me a beautiful silver neck-pin. 

 

I wrote to Bess Johnson tonight. 

 

 

 

Wednesday June 1

 

“I am the bread of life; he that cometh to me shall never hunger, and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.” – John 6:35

 

Went to school.  This noon while I was still here for dinner Guy called me up from up town and asked me which he should do, take Josephine Fuller or Gabrielle Laveridge to the dance tonight.  I didn’t know what to tell him but finally he said to think about it on my way to school and he would meet me up town.  When I saw him (again) I decided in Gabrielle’s favor.  She couldn’t go tho’ so “finally” he asked Josephine.  I havn’t seen him since to know whether she could or not, but I rather imagine he went.  He told Esther today he would think of her the first dance.  It has been over a year that he hasn’t had the first dance with her.  Here is another note I received from Guy today.

 

Dear Mother,

 

Here I go once more.  You certainly must think a lot of her and I to do what you have done.  If I ever do go back with her it will be on your account.  I pretty near came deciding last night to try all these single girls and stick by the one that looked the best, but I guess I’ll stick it out single for a little while longer.  As for going with the wrong bunch, “Not Me, I’m Not The Man.”  I’ll carry myself as straight as ever and maybe straighter.  I’ll never give anybody a chance to say a word about me.  I’m certainly glad to think Sloman’s think so much of me.  What do you mean about Foot-Ball Camp?  I can’t just see the point.  Be sure and tell me.  Well I’ll be a good little boy to the dance tonight.  Hoping this will make you feel better, I remain as ever,

 

Your Loving Son I

Guy

 

Ruth F finished her last unknown today.  Gee, I’m glad.  She is the first girl in the class to be through.  Hazel was through yesterday but she doesn’t count though because Harold did all of Hazel’s, and Ruth did hers herself. 

 

Esther S and I visited Fox’s soda fountain after school tonight.  Esther told me tonight that after all that happened Sunday night between her and Guy, that she kissed him “Goodnight” and I’m awfully glad!  He deserves at least that much.

 

Mamma was at Madalyn Stewart’s to a party this P.M.  After supper I ran over to Flynn’s a few minutes to see Mrs. Kinney.  She certainly look awfully bad.

 

 

Thursday, June 2

 

“Ye will turn again, he will have compassion upon us.” – Micah 7:19

 

Went to school.  It rained all day.  After school I went around to Ruth F’s to look at her Commencement presents, then I came home and in just a few minutes Bertha Tyler and Ruth Parker came along in Bertha’s rig, and we three went out to Bertha’s.  Tyler’s have just a beautiful home and Mr. and Mrs. Tyler are both just perfectly splendid.  We had the dandiest supper, potato salad, boiled ham, bread and butter, currant preserves, stuffed olives, tea, strawberries and cream and cake.  After supper we finished the prophecy and studied for English test then went upstairs to bed.  Ruth P and I slept in Bertha’s room on “The Comet.”  It must have been at least midnight before we got to sleep.  We always have severe giggling spells when we sleep together.  Tyler’s is a great place to be entertained though, let me tell you.

Friday, June 3

 

“Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”- Matt. 18:20

 

Early, early, oh, so very early this A.M. Ruth Parker nudged me gently and said it must be time to crawl out.  She interrupted a very splendid dream I was having about Ben Dean.  To dream the first night one sleeps in a strange bed means to have the dream come true.  I would like to have the part about seeing him come true.  Dear, dear Ben!  I wonder if he ever even thinks of me. 

 

Well, Ruth P and I crawled out of the Comet about six o’clock.  At seven we had a delicious breakfast; oranges with powered sugar, French fried potatoes, hamburg, bread and butter, coffee (with real cream) friedcakes and cookies.  We drove in about eight o’clock. 

 

Today was the last day I shall ever attend High School.  Took two final exams to celebrate – one in English and one in History. 

 

After the first period this P.M. Ned took Ruth F and me up to Baizie’s and we had some chocolate almonds, tutti-frutti ice-cream and Ned bought me a pound box of candy.  We gallivanted all over until about time for school to be out then I had to go up and see Miss Gambell about my poem.  Ruth F came piece home with me to corner of Marshall and Pierce.

 

Mrs. Hunt and Lane sent me down an awfully pretty memory-book this evening.  I was over to see Mrs. Kinney right after supper and I told them I had to go up to the Latter Day Saints Church tonight and recite.  When I came home though, I teased Mamma to let me off.  Mrs. Flynn and Mrs. Kinney didn’t know I wasn’t going though and about seven-thirty they sent Margaret over here with two beautiful carnations for me to wear.  They were sent to Mrs. Kinney from Columbia City.  Think of her giving them to me.  Dear old soul!

 

Ruth and Myles and Ned were here this evening.  Guy ‘phoned and wanted to know if he should take Josephine to the track-meet tomorrow.  Isn’t he the limit?

 

When Ruth and Myles went I went back with her and got my black coat which I left there Monday night.  Theron went to the Happy Hour tonight.  Mamma went over to Madalyn Stewart’s to a kitchen shower.

 

 

Saturday, June 4

 

“This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners of whom I am chief.” – I Tim. 1:15

 

This afternoon Mrs. Sweeney took Mamma, Mrs. Gowdy and Madalyn Stewart riding all of the afternoon.  Margaret Flynn came over right after dinner when I wanted to write letters and while she was here Mrs. Lydia Corless and Rosa Williams came and Rosa brought me a beautiful hat pin from herself and Mrs. Hill.  Ruth Parker came to copy the prophecy while all of them were here. 

 

After they all went, I went up to Ruth F’s and we went up town.  We had three bars a piece and two sundaes a piece.  About seven o’clock I went up and stopped for Ruth Parker and she and I stopped for Gertrude and we three met Mary and we went up to C.H.S. to practice class Song.  Miss Pullen, we four girls, Eunice Hatch, Bertha Tyler, Ned, Bob K, Smitty, and John were the only ones up there but we had a good rehearsal. 

 

Afterward Ned and I went up town and found Mamma and we went up to Baizie’s then we came home.  Katie Fordyce sent me over a beautiful underskirt today. 

 

It’s raining like everything tonight.  Tomorrow is Baccalaureate.

 

 

Sunday, June 5

 

“Blessed are those servants whom the Lord, when he cometh, shall find watching.” – Luke 12:37

 

Went to S.S. today but it was so cold down in the S.S. Room that we couldn’t have any S.S.  Olive and Ned walked home with me after S.S. to see my things.

 

About three o’clock this morning Papa got a call from Lake Linden from Uncle John Roberts that Aunt Kittie is dead.  Papa has only seen her once since her children were little bit of kids and that was six years ago.   It is awfully pitiful it seems to me.  There are six cousins – motherless.  Wilfred, Mildred, Zelda, Bernice, Harold and John.  Wilfred is my age and John three years old.

 

After S.S. I put on my old black and white calico dress and came up in my room and wrote a letter to Ben.  It was the first sensible, practical message he has received from me in two years.  I wish I could watch him read it. 

 

I was just getting out my stationery to write a letter to Bess Hanna when Esther S and Bob K came.  I went down and entertained them just as I was – since they’re both my children why should calico clothes embarrass me.  After they went I put on my banquet dress and walked around to Ruth F’s.  Her father came home from Spokane today.  He brought Ruth a beautiful diamond ring with three diamonds in it.  Mr. Redman, Mr. Fellow’s business partner sent her a beautiful string of gold beads. 

 

On the way to Ruth’s I stopped in to thank Mrs. Hunt for the Memory Book she and Lane sent me for Commencement.  She kissed me and flattered me a great deal.  Two years ago I was wishing with all my soul that she would like me.  Of course I like it now, but two years ago I was batty over her son.  I was telling her of Ruth F’s beautiful Commencement dress and her beautiful diamond ring and Mrs. Hunt said, “Well, Ruth has the diamonds now but you will have the diamonds in the end.”  Mrs. Hunt always predicts a beautiful future for one.  Too bad to disappoint her, isn’t it?  I don’t desire diamonds tho’, I only want Mamma and Papa to fall in love with Ben Dean then to have Ben Dean love me.

 

Tonight was Baccalaureate at our Church.  Rev. Barnes addressed us.  He was splendid, too.  The Juniors had decorated our seats in yellow and white crepe paper and our class flowers.  Bob K and I marched up together, Ruth F and Pete Lakay, Mary D and Ned, Hazel B and John C, Ruth P and Harold Y and I don’t know who else.  I sat between Bob and John.  My last Baccalaureate!

 

 

Monday, June 6

 

“All things whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.” :– Matt. 24:22

 

Ned came after Mamma and me at nine this morning and took us up town.  I bought Ruth F two quires of note-paper and bought Ned two ebony military brushes and a comb, all in a leather box.  Then Mamma sent me down to Baizie’s to get some ice-cream while she bought “something” she didn’t want me to see.  I went down to Baizie’s and John Vogt was in there and treated me to tutti-frutti   Guy F came in and visited with me a long while, too.  Finally Mamma came along after me and we went up to Collins and Lockwood’s.  At ten-thirty Ed came again in the auto and brought us home.  Then Mamma gave me what she had for me and I was never so surprised in my life.  It was a diamond ring!!  Just imagine!  I was perfectly crazy.

 

Mrs. Parker and Ruth, and Mrs. Tyler and Bertha were here a good share of the P.M.  The mothers were here all the time making the cloaks for the prophecy.  We girls had to go up and practice Class Song at 3:15.  I took Ruth F’s note-paper around to her on the way and visited with Esther and Bob, (both going and coming from Ruth’s).  We practiced song in Y.M.C.A.  Afterward Bertha, Ruth F and I went up town.  We went into Baizie’s and bought some tutti-frutti, then Ned was in there and he drew on one of the candy cards and won a half-pound box.  He came home with me and gave the half-pound box to Mamma. 

 

After supper I went up to C.H.S. to see the History pictures but got there just as they were finished.  Walked back with Ruth F to see her presents and she and Mac came piece with me as far as Titus’s then Olive came clear home.

 

Mrs. Hunt was here to see my presents tonight and Elsa and Chandler were here all the evening.  I have received some of the most splendid Commencement presents today.  Besides my dandy diamond ring, Mr. and Mrs. Merrill sent me over three little books, one for “Notes,” one for “Cash” and one for “Addresses.” All in a little blue case.  Mr. and Mrs. Merrill weren’t even invited by me, so naturally it was very much appreciated. 

 

This morning a package came for me, delivered from Woodward’s.  I undid it and there was a suspender box.  Inside were three things – a big red bandanna and Omar E’s and John V’s cards.  They are the biggest monkies.  Just before dinner though, Bertha Vogt came with a beautiful hand-pained bon-bon dish from the same two boys.  Mr. and Mrs. Gorman were over this P.M. too and brought me Moore’s works, bound in green leather.  It is simply great.  Still that isn’t the end.  Mr. and Mrs. Hickey were over tonight with a silver thimble.  I told them I would take the hint.  Then I received two beautiful spoons today, one from Mr. and Mrs. Albert Myers, and Mr. and Mrs. Kliendenst and Verald.  Then – I am one of James Whitcomb Riley’s most devoted admirers and tonight I became the possessor of my first volume of Riley – “Riley’s Love Lyrics.”  It was from Mr. and Mrs. Mort Gowdy and Ilah.  Mrs. John Hock was over this evening to, with a splendid little jabot.  It is simply beautiful.  Who is as fortunate a girl as I?  I am perfectly showered.

 

How I wish Ben would send just a note.  I brought my diamond ring upstairs with me tonight.  It is a beauty!!!!

 

 

Tuesday, June 7

 

“I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another comforter, that he may abide with you forever; even the Spirit of truth.” :– John 4:16, 17

 

When the half-past seven whistle blew this morning I had just finished washing last night’s supper dishes.  When the postman came this morning he brought me a little package from Owasso – a Roman gold bar pin and neck pins to match.  About ten o’clock I went up to Ruth F’s.  We went up town and I went up to Chapman’s to have my ring made smaller and we made a call on Baizie after tutti-frutti and bars and had a circus.  Then we went up to school and after that we went back to Simon’s and got there just as the Class were singing the last verse of the Class Song the last time. 

 

I wrote a letter to Ethel Jones this P.M. then Bertha Tyler came and we went around to Ruth F’s to see the things we hadn’t seen, then up to C.H.S. to get Miss Gambell and Miss Wilson to go over to the Opera House with us.  Eunice H gave the prophecy over there, I gave the poem and Ruth P, Bertha T and I gave the prophecy.  Afterward I was up town with Miss Wilson and we saw Ned and he had just drawn five pound boxes of chocolates, all of which he gave to me.  He brought me home in the auto, too.

 

When we came I found the dearest little library chair you ever saw in you life.  It is a beauty from Mr. and Mrs. Chandler, Mr. and Mrs. Stulting and Elsa Gorman.  I have wanted one for a long time and this one is certainly beautiful.

 

When Mrs. Hackenburg came from work she brought me a beautiful silver dressing-table tray.  Later I received three more spoons, one from Miss Tappan, one from Mrs. Radabough and one from Luella Taylor.   Olive brought me a beautiful yellow and white silk scarf.  I have a table just full of beautiful things.

 

Ned was here for supper tonight.  This evening there was a Class party at Laura Robinson’s.  It was the nicest party we ever had.  Everyone was having such a good time.  For lunch we had chicken salad, olives, sandwiches, cocoa, maple ice-cream, angel food and devil’s cake.  Miss Pullen was there and we sang the Class Song three times and gave the Class Yell.  Had a splendid time. 

 

The clock is just striking twelve so . . . . . . . .  Goodnight.

 

 

Wednesday, June 8

 

“I will not leave you comfortless; I will come to you.” – John 14:18

 

Had to go up town at nine to get the seats.  (Only Seniors allowed today.)  While down town some of us (Seniors) found out that the Board made a resolution last night to make the Juniors pay for their own seats.  We were mad and Ruth P, Frances B, Laura R, Blanch C, Bertha T, Gertrude B, Eunice H, Mary D, and I made up our minds that if it was a possible thing to make that Board change its mind, we would do it.  We went up to Dr. Hadley’s office but he wasn’t in.  We went to Harry Woodward, Pres. of the Board, and we blew off.  I was never so excited.  We argued and argued and the only satisfaction we could get out of him was the he would stand by the majority, and if the majority of the Board were in favor of reconsidering he would be in favor, too.  Such a simple minded creature! 

 

(Say! To sidetrack a little.  A few days ago I pinned some Longfellow quotations through this book and the one pinned on this page seems to apply to the subject matter, though rather inappropriately.)

 

Gentleness and love and trust

Prevail o’er angry wave and gust;

In the wreck of noble lives

Something immortal still survives.

 

After Mr. Woodward we went to Art Walker.  After a short, excited, pointed interview we had him.  Then we went down to the Cutter Factory and interviewed Mr. James Eliot.  This was a most unsatisfactory event.  He would give us no real statement but said he would speak his personal opinion at Board Meeting if the Board reconsidered the matter.  From the Cutter Factory to the Court House to Commissioner Swains’ office.  We were as excited as before but Mr. Swain was very courteous to us and offered us chairs and cooled us off considerably by his kind manner.  When we began we found he was not at last night’s Board M’t’g and we stated the case before him and he said he didn’t think the Juniors ought to pay for seats.  Our argument was that after the Juniors had given us such a splendid banquet, worked at the Church Baccalaureate Sunday and were going to decorate the Opera House for us tomorrow they ought not to have to pay.  Of course we complained because so much money goes into the treasury of the Athletic Association and we scolded about a hundred other things.  It worked though because the Board had a M’t’g tonight and voted to let the Juniors in Free!  We Beat!  The Suffragettes!

 

Ruth P, Bertha T and I went up to the Opera House at one o’clock today to practice the prophecy and the Class came up at three for parts of the program.

 

Margaret S came down after that to see my presents.  Muzette Phelps came today and of course Grandma had to come stalking in just at supper-time because we didn’t want her.  Ned was here all the evening. 

 

I’ve given up trying to name all the presents that came today but there were some beauties.  I’ll put them all in later.  I received one thing today though which I must make a  not of:-

 

Ypsilanti:-

 

My dear Maree:

 

I shall waste no time in replying to your letter received this noon.  To say that I am delighted with your change of mind is but expressing it inadequately.  Indeed, it is hard for me to appreciate your complete reversal in view of the hopeless tone of your previous letters, and yet I am persuaded that you are entirely sincere, and the satisfaction that it has brought me is no small one.

 

Indeed, Maree, I do not regret the experience, now that it has terminated thus happily for both.  Nor do I even deplore the confidences we enjoyed.  They were, so you say, sacred, and never have they, and never will they, pass my lips. 

 

It was not foolish for you to hope me glad, and indeed, I am so.  To be sure, we both were mistaken, but there is for me exceeding consolation in the knowledge that we were sincere, and I shall always cherish that Coldwater year as a splendid, eventful, important, not to say an essential period.

 

Shall I tell you of my streak of luck today?  Pres. Jones appointed me a student Assistant teacher in the English Department for next year, to teach two High School subjects in the preparatory school.  It brings me a nice little sum, and enables me to return here next year to school as well.  I shall be glad to hear from you at any time you find opportunity to write.  Do you attend the University next year?

 

Let me repeat that your letter had brought me the greatest pleasure.

 

Sincerely Your,

Ben H. Dean

 

P.S.  Will you please destroy the letters?  I conclude you have not.  I told you some time ago that I had yours.

 

This afternoon Mr. Howe had the whole Class go through with the Commencement Program, except the prophecy.  Afterward Miss Wilson and I went up town together and we went into Baizie’s’  Ned was in there and had just drawn five pounds of candy.  He gave Miss Wilson one pound and I have the rest.  Ned was here all the evening.

 

Every single minute that I am at home I spend sitting right by the table where my presents are.  They are just beautiful.

 

 

Thursday, June 9

 

“If a man love me, he will keep my words; and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.” :– John 14:23

 

This morning I went up a little before nine to be on hand at Roy’s store when the seat sale opened at nine.  When I got there I found that Mr. Roby had opened it early this morning and the best seats left at a quarter of nine were the fourth row upstairs.  Roby and I had it there hot and heavy for a few minutes.  I was ripping mad and so was he.  After the confab was over Ruth P and I went over to the Opera House.  A number of the Class stayed there and helped the Juniors decorate, but my head ached awfully and I came home. 

 

I received some splendid presents again today but I’ll write them all together in a few days (probably in another book).

 

This afternoon the Class went through the entire program again.  Afterward Ruth P, Mary D,  and I went over to Parrish’s to spend the money we had collected for Miss Pullen.  We told Mr. Fulkerson we wanted something worth about $4:50.  We looked at a number of things but finally decided on a silver purse.  It was a beauty.  We put our 1910 card in it, had it done up, laid down our money and instead of $4.50 we had $3.50.  We felt so silly we didn’t know what to do.  Mr. Fulkerson laughed too and we told him we would have a look at something else.  He said “Wait a minute,” and went into the back part of the store and when he came back he said we could have the purse for $3.50.  Aren’t we “bargainers”?

 

This evening occurred the 1910 Commencement and I think I’ll write a little about it.  The stage was decorated as a garden scene.  We had wicker and grass furniture for seats and Japanese lanterns hung all around.  There were a lot of palms too.  The curtain went up and found us sitting there (saving us the embarrassment of walking in).  When everything was really settled, Ned rose and gave the President’s Address.  He did just fine, too.  Then Miss Pullen sang and of course that was just grand.  Bernice Phinney’s salutatory was just splendid, but Blanche Covey got slightly scared during her piano solo.  I felt awfully sorry for her. 

 

After that the curtain went down, then the white screen came down and Eunice Hatch read the Class History and Harold Yapp and Harold Smith illustrated it by use of the lantern.  All the Kodak pictures ever taken on picnics, etc. were used.  Fred drew a number of cute cartoons and there was the picture of each person together with their baby pictures as individual pictures.  The pictures were about all there was to the History because Eunice talked so low that hardly anyone heard.

 

For the prophecy we had used as the basis the witches scene from Macbeth and it was all in poetry, not blank verse as the Reporter gives it.  We wore black capes and hoods and the stage was lighted only by a red light.  We had a cauldron there with a “make-believe” fire under it.  Everyone says the prophecy was the hit of the evening.

 

John Champian’s oration was on Mark Twain.  The oration itself was good but Mr. Howe had to prompt him about a half dozen times.

 

Grace Ruple’s solo was just swell.  Hazel delivered the Valedictory dandy, too.  When the Barlow prize was announced Hazel B had the $25, Ruth Beers the $15 and Blanche Covey the $10 while Louise Tuttle had “Honorable Mention.”

 

Our Class Song was, without any exception, the best one I ever heard.

 

Well, it’s all over now and I’m not in High School any more.  It does seem too bad but I really wouldn’t have wanted to have been left behind.

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, June 10

 

“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give unto you.”  :- John 14:27

 

Had to go up to school this A.M.  Ned brought Ruth F and I home in the auto.  After we took Ruth home we started to take Muzette for a little ride.  We had ridden just a little ways and were on Jefferson St. between Hull and Pierce when the timer came all to pieces and we sat there fifteen or twenty minutes waiting for Ned to fix that, then I had Ned bring us home. 

 

This P.M. Mamma went to Chandler’s to a party.  Grandma was uptown and Muzette went home.  I spent most of the afternoon looking at my presents and reading “The Ladies’ Home Journal.”  Neva was here for supper.  Gertrude B was down after supper to see my presents.  Mrs. Gowdy was here to see them, too.

 

 

Saturday, June 11

 

“If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.” :– John 15:7

 

Got up at six this A.M. and at half past six I started up Marshall St.  Met Gertrude B coming to meet me.  We went after Hazel B and she wasn’t anywhere near ready .  Went around after Ruth F and she was sick and not going at all.  Then Gertrude and I went on up to Vanaken’s livery barn.  The boys in our Class met at C.H.S. and the girls at the barn.

 

Today the boys were to be girls, and the girls boys.  We girls decorated the wagon all up in yellow bunting and then drove after the boys.  We drove out to Champian’s cottage at Coldwater Lake.  The girls hired the rig today and the boys looked after the eatables.  

 

About twelve Art took us in squads over to the Texas Inn at Crystal beach.  There we had the finest dinner.  Had warm veal loaf, creamed potatoes, light biscuits, Adirondack salad, mixed pickles, radishes and coffee; and lemon ice and two kinds of cake.   We stayed at Crystal quite a few minutes after dinner.  Bob K took Mary and I quite a long row and the rest of the time everyone was pitching pennies.  When we went back to San Sousci we did everything imaginable, rowed, read, ran, teetered, and chatted. 

 

At supper time the boys got the lunch.  They had brought beans, sandwiches, lemonade and cake.  John C and I never dare to say much to each other – we always dare but the result is everybody makes it their business – so today we acted very well.  We didn’t even take a boat-ride.  We were exceptionally well-behaved.

 

After supper, though, a lot of us were out on the veranda and someone went in the cottage and found three pair of spooners.  Hazel and Harold always spoon and they were the first couple.  The second couple were Ruth Parker and Fred Mannerow.  That wasn’t surprising either because Ruth always has had a case on Fred.  The third couple – really spooning – was a surprise!  They were Mary Juliet Dorrance and Edmond Wharton Conover.  Ned, himself gave John and I the opportunity we had been wanting.  We two led the way to the Summer house, - clear down the beach – and all but the spooners went down there and sang until time to come home.

 

John and I rode “next” on the way home.  Ned sat alone in the bottom of the wagon.  When we got out of the hayrack Ned had the nerve to ask to come home with me.  He got fooled.  John came home with me.  He and Gertrude and I went home with Maude Ramsdell.  I rather like John.

 

 

Sunday, June 12

 

“If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love.” :– John 15:10

 

Today was Children’s Day.  For the first time in my life I walked upstairs on Children’s day, as teacher of a Class.  Two of my Class spoke – Mary Straight and Carmen Selby.

 

Ned was waiting for me after S.S. again, as if there had been no yesterday.  He is the limit.  Ruth F, Neva, Olive and I walked with him.  I wore my Banquet dress to Church today.

 

While I was eating dinner Guy Finch came and brought me his picture.  It was a dandy, too.  How I do wish Esther would like Guy better than she does Bob.  Bob staid out to the lake with Sloman’s last night.  They came in town about half past six and Esther and Bob came down here to see my things.  We (Esther, Bob, Ned and I) walked clear out to the State School and when we came back we went up to “Little Nick’s” after cherries and bars.  Ned and I stopped at Neva’s on the way home.

 

Now, today, I am going to write all the Commencement presents I can.

 

Emma Perine of Tekonsha, the very first teacher I ever had sent me a dear little gold ring case.  It just matches the jewel case which Ben gave me.

 

Mamma gave me the dearest diamond ring to go in that.  Just a beauty!

 

I received seven beautiful spoons: one from Mr. and Mrs. Earl Myers, one from Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Keeslar and L D; another from Mr. and Mrs. Kliendenst and Verold; another from Mr. and Mrs. Radabough; one from Miss Tappan; one from the Johnson’s of Tekonsha; and one from Luella Taylor.

 

Then my seventh grade teacher sent me a Roman gold bar pin and beauty pins to match.

 

I received six books, too.  A school-day Memory Book from Mrs. Hunt and Lane; a leather bound volume of Thomas Moore’s works from Mr. and Mrs. Gorman; “Riley Love Lyrics” from Mr. and Mrs. Gowdy and Ilah; “Idle Thoughts” from Ethel Jones; and “Jewel Week” from Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Main and Louie; and “Our Girls” from the Waffle family.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Gould and Irene of Quincy sent me a handsome hand-painted pillow cover.

 

I have two silver thimbles – one from Mr. and Mrs. Jared Hickey and one from Uncle Milton, Aunt Lillie, Bessie and Dewitt.

 

Earl and Grace and Floyd Warner sent me a handsome gold belt buckle, and Mr. and Mrs. Wise and Aunt Mina sent me a brooch set with brilliants, a handsome handkerchief and a dainty little tie.

 

Miriam Bradley sent me a nail cleaner with an ivory handle.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Neil Merrill gave a little case containing three note books – one for addresses, one for notes and  another for cash.

 

Mr. and Mrs. T.A. Hilton sent all of the graduating class something and I got a handkerchief.  All the boys except Art Sloman got a dandy silk umbrella.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Henry Straight gave me another awfully pretty handkerchief; Esther S made me a beauty.  Grandma gave me one with tatting on the edge.

 

Omar E and John V gave me a beautiful hand-painted bon bon dish with a “gold-leaf” border.  Mr. and Mrs. Dean Corless gave me a hand-painted plate; Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Stuart gave me a plate of same pattern but size smaller; and Mr. and Mrs. Sutton and Park gave me an olive dish of same pattern.

 

Grandma gave me the handkerchief I mentioned, all the tatting for my underclothes and a dollar.  Aunt Belle gave me a dollar.  Uncle Ed and Aunt Edith gave me a dollar.  Mr. and Mrs. Flynn gave me a dollar, and Mrs. Kinney gave me a dollar; and Mr. and Mrs. Bilz gave me two dollars.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Chandler and Elsa Gorman and Mr. and Mrs. Stulting gave me a beautiful library chair to match my desk.  It is just a beauty.

 

Neva Kennedy gave me a dandy pair of hair pins, set with rhine stones.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Fulkerson gave me a beautiful gold clock.  I have always wanted one.

 

Mabelle H, Jessie P and their father gave me just a beautiful cut glass cruet bowl.  It is certainly a lovely thing.

 

Rev. and Mrs. Barnes sent me a splendid congratulatory note.

 

Olive gave me a silk scarf with yellow roses in it.  Rosa Williams and Mrs. Hill gave me a beautiful hat-pin; Katie Fordyce made me a dandy underskirt with blue ribbon on it, and my initial embroidered in blue; Virginia Ritchie gave me a dandy silver neck pen; Mrs. Hackenburg gave me a swell silver dresser tray with Maree 1910 on it.  It is just beautiful.  Mr. and Mrs. Kean gave me a pair of white kid gloves; and Mrs. John Hock gave me a dandy lace jabot; Ned gave me a swell pendant with a topaz in it; and Miss Bassett gave me a beautiful had painted cup and saucer. 

 

Aren’t they the finest  presents ever?  Of course Grandma has seen ten cent dishes just as pretty as my cut-glass one, and my pendant looks as if it were tarnished, but Maree thinks they are the best ever.   

 

 

Monday, June 13

 

“If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love.” : – John 15:10

 

Today was one of my days of leisure.  The forenoon I spent doing almost nothing unless writing a few letters is considered work.  I wrote to Ethel Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Albert Myers, Miss Snyder, Miss Perine thanking them for Commencement presents.  Then I wrote to Addie Trotter in answer to a post card I received from her this morning.  She said she intends to come to Coldwater next Saturday and naturally I urged her to come.  I shall be awfully glad to see her. 

 

In the morning mail I also received another graduating present, a spoon from Mr. and Mrs. Shedd and Earle of Tekonsha.  The spoon is just like one I received from the Johnson’s, except the Johnson’s is marked with “Maree” and Shedd’s with “M.”  I was awfully surprised because they weren’t remembered with an invitation and I had even forgotten Mr. and Mrs. Shedd until I met Mrs. Shedd while I was visiting in Tekonsha last summer.  It is needless to say, I appreciated the remembrance.

 

Our Class met at Osborn’s gallery at one today to have the Class picture taken.  All were there but Walt Lobdell and he had to go to Detroit.  I had my individual pictures taken afterward, too.  We had a C.Q.D. picture taken, too.  Just Bernice Phinney, Hazel B, Eunice H, Laura R, Frances B, Gertrude B, Mary D, Ruth P, Ruth F, and I. 

 

When Omar came from supper tonight he said they had looked for me at the Factory today and would be looking for me tomorrow.  I am sorry because I would like to have a week vacation. 

 

After supper Virginia Ritchie, Ned, Ruth F, Mrs. Fellows, Mrs. Pierce, Mrs. Lydia Corless, Rosa Williams, and Mrs. Hill were all here at once.  Ned took Ruth F and I riding until nine o’clock and then we went after Esther and Bob and rode until after ten. 

 

Gee, I dread tomorrow.

 

 

Tuesday, June 14

 

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you.” :– John 16:23

 

Commenced work at the Shoe Factory today and let me tell you it has been one of the very longest days of m life. 

 

Some time ago I received a letter from Addie Trotter and in it she told me that I must remember she was not a lady of leisure like myself.  At the time I didn’t realize what a “lady of leisure” I was.  I was just dead tired tonight – too tired to go over to Burbank’s to a party for the Ackley girls.  Office work is hard work. 

 

Guy Finch was down here about an hour tonight.  Today in the mail I received a little memorandum book from Pearle and Will Anthony.  I wrote a letter to Irene Short tonight thanking her for the present she sent me for Commencement. 

 

Mamma entertained the Eureka Club this afternoon.  Mrs. Chandler took her riding clear out in the country this evening.  Theron and I had two bottles of pop tonight. 

 

Oh when I stop to think of three months of Factory life and possibly more than that, I feel like -------.

 

Wednesday, June 15

 

“Ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.” :– John 16:24

 

Factory again today.  I don’t think I was as tired tonight as I was last night, although I’ve worked like the dickens all day. 

 

Mrs. Hackenburg was here quite a while after work.  I took all my presents upstairs tonight.  They are simply beautiful.

 

Esther S and I intended to go over and call on Miss Bassett this evening and I was getting ready to go when Ned ‘phoned and asked if I wanted to go riding and I ‘phoned Esther and we decided we would like to go so I told Ned to get Bob and be at Esther’s at 8:15.  Esther and I were at Sloman’s at a little after 8:30.  We rode until ten.  Miss Bassett was awfully glad we went to see her and she looked perfectly beautiful in a pink silk tea-gown.  She is just about perfect.

 

 

Thursday, June 16

 

“Being justified by faith, we have peace with God, through our Lord Jesus Christ.” :– Rom. 5:1

 

Went to work.  Just the same old work and just the same old gossip from Vera F.  Just as tired as ever after worked. 

 

Received an invitation to Ethel Jones' Commencement today. 

 

After work I put on my old calico black and white check dress and sat around.  Olive T was here a good share of the evening.  Ned brought down the proofs of my Commencement pictures, but he came on Guy’s wheel and only stayed a minute.

 

 

Friday, June 17

 

“God will render to every man according to his deeds; to them who, by patient continuance in well doing, seek for glory and honor and immortality, eternal life.” :– Rom. 2:7

 

Circus Day!  And for “us factory people” it meant a holiday.  No one but one who is experienced can imagine what a delightful feeling it was to wake up and know that it didn’t mean “get up.”  It is the feeling of knowing you can lie in bed that makes you want to get up and by seven o’clock I was up dressing.  It is a most remarkable thing. 

 

I monkeyed around up here in my room so that I wouldn’t wake Mamma up.  Finally, she got up and we ate our breakfast then we went out on the side veranda to watch some of the country people go by.  (They had been going past ever since two and three o’clock this morning.)  Even Theron got up at four to go down and see them unload.  There are only two occasions when Theron is perfectly willing to get up.  This morning was one occasion, the other is when Mamma had promised the night before that as soon as he gets up he can go to the Barnes Farm to work, without any pervious dishwashing or errand going for the Welch family.

 

Let’s see, I left Mamma and myself sitting on the side veranda.  Well, it is really interesting to watch people start for a circus – especially the people from the country who drive in ten or fifteen miles to see a Circus–Parade.  Well, as we sat there watching we saw a hayrack of people go by and on second glance we saw they were all people we knew.  They were Tekonsha people – Earle, Grace and Floyd Warner, Mr. and Mrs. Darling and their daughter, and Mrs. Fiske and Frank and Nellie Perine.  After they went past Mamma and I made up our minds we would go up town and see if we couldn’t find them.  We did our dishes and dressed and went up town.  Almost the first people we met were the Tekonsha crowd and we visited with them a long while.

 

The parade was supposed to start at ten, but a delay was caused at Jackson and some of the cars didn’t get here until after eleven o’clock and the parade was about half-past twelve.  About half past ten Mamma and I went to Baizie’s and Guy was working in there and treated us to buffalo sundaes.  After that we went up to the Maccabee Hall and watched the people from there.  A bunch of us intended to meet at one and go to the Circus early and stay in the Animal tent a long time, so I thought I wouldn’t go home again before the Circus.  Mamma had a such a nice place to stay that she thought she would stay, too, until time for the parade.

 

A little before one Ned came up after me and we went down to Jo Fuller’s where we were to meet.  There were Dorothy Fletcher, Howard Rupright, Jennie Smallshaw and Hugh Vanaken, Neva K and Cud, and Jo and Guy and Ned and I.  We had a perfect “circus.”  The circus itself was splendid, too.  Afterwards Neva, Cud, Ned and I went down to Howe’s and made some lemonade.  While we were there I ‘phoned to Mamma and was going to ask her if I couldn’t go to Neva’s for supper for we kids all intended to go to the side show this evening.  When Mamma answered, though, I knew she was sick and she said she had a sick headache.  She told me to go on though because she would be all right.  I came home of course, and Mamma had been sick all the afternoon with her head.  I rubbed her head for her a long while then went over to Dr. Stewart’s after some medicine for her, and about nine o’clock she began to feel better.  The rest of the kids all went to the shows but I’m awfully glad I didn’t leave Mamma. 

 

I received a letter from Ethel Jones today urging me to come to Detroit the 20th to attend her Commencement.  We Shoe Factory-ites can’t expect to go anywhere tho’ except to the Circus, so I shall have to give up going – as much as I would love to come.

 

Saw Theron just once today.  When Mamma and I were up to the hall he was down on the street with Lytton G.  He went to the Circus tonight with the Gamble’s.

 

 

Saturday, June 18

 

“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” :– Acts 16:31

 

Back at the Factory.  The day after.  That old shop was full of people all as stupid as each other.  Mr. Tappan is out of town and when he went he said he expected us to be like mice while he was gone.  He meant as quiet as mice but we interpreted it that he meant, “While the old cat is away the mice will play,” so at three this P.M. we had a little play-time.  We had Baizie bring up some ice-cream, chocolate syrup, bananas and nabiscoes, and Neva K, Agnes F, Arlene S, Vera F, Ralph Phinney and I had a lunch. 

 

I expected Addie Trotter today and I ‘phoned home after the one o’clock and again after the four-thirty but she hadn’t come. 

 

Guy ‘phoned at supper time and again after the ten o’clock tonight, but no Addie had appeared.

 

I took my bath after supper and dressed and Ruth F met me and I went down to her house to see her new sandal-wood fan which Stuart King just sent her from Honolulu for Commencement.  After that she and I went up town.  We went to little Nick’s then we bought some pistachios and went around and visited with Starr Parrish.  Then we were starting for the library and we stopped and talked with Hugh Clarke a minute and Ned found me.  I asked him decently a dozen times to go on because I didn’t want him but he wouldn’t.  I got ugly and still he hung on.  All that I could do or say he wouldn’t go on so Ruth and I had to let him tag along though we didn’t pay any attention to him until he said we would go back to Baizie’s.  We went, then Ruth had to go home.  We took her home then I tried harder than ever to get rid of Ned but he wouldn’t go and I finally discovered what was the matter.  Ned had seen John Champion early in the evening and he had stuffed Ned that he had a date with me and Ned was fool enough to believe it and that is why we could not get rid of him.  He is the limit.

 

I bought me a new collar tonight and ordered my pictures, then Mamma, Ned and I came home and the old tag tail didn’t go home until after eleven.  He knows the least of anyone I ever knew.

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, June 19

 

“God commandeth his love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” :– Rom. 5:8

 

Went to Church and S.S. today.  I had Miss Miller’s class today because she wasn’t there.  Guy was at S.S. this morning to see if Addie had come.  She hasn’t shown up today though so I suppose she’s not coming.  It has been just awfully hot all day and I’ve been awfully warm.  I sat around in my black and white checked calico dress a good share of the afternoon then I went up the street to Olive’s to give her Ethel Jones’s Commencement present to take to her tomorrow.  I gave her a silver thimble.  From there I walked over to Rev. Barnes’ intending to see baby Kendall, but no one was at home.  From there I stopped at Mabelle’s and Dr’s.  Then I went after Neva and Cud and brought them home with me.  Ned was here waiting for us.  I made some “Heavenly Hash” which wouldn’t get hard so we ate it in spoons.  Then Ned ‘phoned up to Baizie’s for chocolate ice-cream and we ate that, and I’m just about all in.  It isn’t nine o’clock yet and I’m partly undressed for bed. 

 

Floy came home today.

 

 

Monday, June 20

 

“Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord.” :– Psa. 31:24

 

Shoe Factory!!  It has been hotter than German affection up there today, but our office was exceptionally cool.  I was awfully tired after work tonight.  Was over to Floy’s a few minutes after work and we had a very confidential talk about Ben.  She says Mamma’s wrong in not letting me write to Ben.  I’m wrong in not writing to him anyway, etc.  But what’s done can’t be undone so I suppose it’s up to me to give up Ben forever.  We scarcely ever mention him here at home now, but tonight Papa told me that Fannie Childs and Howard Warren were going to be married this summer.  I couldn’t resist the temptation of saying, “Ben goes with Fern Childs now.”  Papa said, (very disinterestedly) “Does He?”  Dear good old Ben, sometimes I wish I had gone with him.  Wondered how things would have been now if I had.  Anyways, always – His Fegles.

 

 

Tuesday, June 21

 

“His anger endureth but a moment, in his favor is life; weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.” :– Psa. 30:5

 

 

Shoe Factory!!  Omar E came back from Muncie last night – without a wife!  Har! Har!

 

I received a post card from him today and two yesterday, and so did Neva.  And Vera and Agnes are both mad because they didn’t get any.  Big its!  Well, this evening I had three invitations out.  Last Saturday night Dr. and Mabelle Haggerty invited Mamma, Papa, Ned and I over there tonight; and today at the Factory Neva wanted Ned and I to come down there; but best of all Esther Sloman ‘phoned after work and wanted to know if I didn’t want to go auto riding.  Of course I didn’t want to go.  We went about eight (Esther, Margaret, Rae, Heb and I) and got back at ten.  We had a dandy ride.  We rode all around town and down to Quincy and back. 

 

Bob left for Orland yesterday and I suppose he will only come back now to visit Esther for he and his mother have moved there. 

 

Guy called me up tonight before I went riding to see if Addie was here yet.  Havn’t heard a word why she didn’t come.

 

 

Wednesday, June 22

 

“the Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? – Psa. 27:1

 

Factory!!!!!  I was nearly tired to death when the whistle blew at half past five tonight. 

 

Mrs. John Hock entertained some club that Mamma belongs to out at Coldwater Lake today.  Mamma left dinner so that almost all I had to do was set it on the table.

 

In the morning’s mail I received another dandy Commencement present – a Washington pennant from Areta Waters.  It is just a beauty.  I received a post card from Olive Titus from Detroit and one from Addie Trotter.  Esther S invited me down there this evening and I was an everlastingly long while getting ready.  Finally did go and Esther, Edna W and I started up town and met Guy just going to my house but he turned around and went back up town.  We kids got some sodas and some bars and went back to Esther’s.  Had a dandy time.

 

Maude Ramsdell ‘phoned me tonight and invited me over to her sister’s tomorrow night to a C.Q.D. party.

 

 

Thursday, June 23

 

“Whosever believeth on him shall not  be ashamed.”

 

Theron is thirteen today.  Bless his little heart – still a baby brother even at thirteen.  How I do hate to have him grow up!  Papa and Mamma gave him his heart’s desire today – a tennis racquet.  I have promised him his admission fee into the Y.M.C.A. ($3.50_ as soon as a new secretary comes.  Sec’y Shaw has resigned.

 

I worked at the Factory today and without any exception it was the hottest day I ever experienced.  It rained like sixty just after the whistle blew but cleared off beautifully this evening.

 

Maude Ramsdell entertained the C.Q.D.’s at Mrs. Ed Allen’s.  Laura R is at Coldwater Lake.  Gertrude has left for Nebraska.  Ruth F is sick and Frances B is at Morrison’s Lake so Ruth Parker, Bernice Phinney, Hazel Bennett, Eunice Hatch, Mary Dorrance and I were the only ones who could go.  We had a most splendid time though.  For refreshment we had ice-cream, cocoanut cakes, lady fingers and “pepsinized” peanuts.  We had just a dandy time.

 

 

Friday, June 24

 

“If, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.” – Rom 5:10

 

How very good it would seem to write “went to school.” Instead of “Factory.”  I might write “Vacation” if anyone would call it that.  I don’t.  Worked like a little nigger all day until five, then Neva asked Mr. Tappan if she and I couldn’t get off to get ready to go to the Alumni Banquet, and he said “Sure!  If there’s anything to eat in it, run along.”  Agnes and Vera didn’t like it a bit because I went but they aren’t my bosses yet.

 

I wore my graduation dress tonight for the first time since Commencement.  We had a grand time.  Our Class, of course, were the guests of honor and had the first table.  June Baxter Luse brought her Lester Wylie along and we had a big sign hung behind them reading “We’re  just married,” with red hearts all around the outside of the sign.  Then we had an old shoe filled with rice brought in and presented to them, and perfect showers of rice after that.

 

As to the Banquet the program, menu etc. are printed on the other side [no longer there] and I’m too tired to write much, but it was all a dandy witty party, but Chalmers is wittiest of all.

 

Ned, Floy and I went around to take Ruth F home and Ray and Carrie Immel were just escaping their wedding party, by way of an auto.

 

 

Saturday, June 25

 

“If God be for us, who can  be against us?” – Rom 8:31

 

Factory!  After work tonight I put on my flowered silk dress and went up and met Ruth F, and she and I went up town.  We went into Fox’s and had a rainbow, and visited with Maude about Kazoo and then I went over to the bank and deposited $14, then we walked back to Osborn’s to see if we could get a Class picture, but they were all gone.  We started up town again but met Myles and then we were going to find Mamma and I was coming home with her but we met Josephine and Guy and Neva and Cud and we started piece with them but Ruth and Myles went back.  (I forgot to say that Ned came along and hung around just before the two couples came.)  So the six of us went down to Jo’s.

 

On the way, though, Jo and Guy told me something which made me blue all the rest of the evening.  They said Ben Dean was in town today.  Really, no one knows just how sick at heart I am.  I would a thousand times rather die tonight than to live and have Ben Dean hate me as he does.  Dear, darling old Ben!  He has forgotten the things which are imprinted so deeply in my memory.  If I thought he would ever change his mind and like me again I could be happy, but am afraid to look forward to that so I would prefer to died.  Really, life is perfect torture to me.  Why must I live.?  Tonight I am going to pray as I have done for months. To give me Ben Dean’s love or let me die.

 

Down to Jo’s we ate candy, and Neva played and Jo sang.  I was too blue to do anything altho’ I made believe have a good time.

 

Found my diamond working loose tonight so took t up to Mr. Chapman to have him fix it.  The Old Buttinsky “Edmond,” stayed until after eleven.  I began telling him to go home at ten-thirty.  Why couldn’t have been Ben instead of Ned, and Ned instead of Ben?  If I am living a year form tonight and if Ben Dean still dislikes me I shall commit suicide.  I mean it.

 

 

Sunday, June 27

 

“The Spirit also helpeth our infirmities for we know not what we should pray for as we ought; but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” – Rom. *:26

 

This morning I just slept and slept and slept.  When I got up Mamma and Papa had even eaten breakfast.  I can’t remember that that ever happened before.  Ever since I can remember I have been scolded every Sunday morning for stirring around so early and waking up everyone else in the family.  I can account for it in that I worked like sin yesterday, bummed around last night, then cried a long while after I got to bed about the ‘lost love.”  Such a foolish, foolish girl as Maree is.

 

Went to S.S. though.  Miss Bassett visited our Class today.  Went home with Neva K for dinner today.  In the P.M. Leon Seymour and Cud Howe were there.  After Leon went Cud ‘phoned Ned he might come down.  I only stayed a few minutes after Ned came and on the way home I told Ned that if he didn’t go home at eight he couldn’t come down again this week.  He went home at nine. 

 

When we got here we sat out on the front porch (Mamma, Papa and Theron were out driving with Sweeny’s rig.)  But all Ned did was to sit and look at me and that made me nervous, so I gave him a Saturday Evening Post and I took the Ladies’ Home Journal and I said we would read.  Instead of reading though he only sat and stared at me.  This made me mad, too, so I suggested we walk up to Flynn’s.  We only stayed there a few minutes then we went over to Floy’s.  Floy and I went in the kitchen and I told secrets all the time and left Ned out doors with Mr. and Mrs. Hungerford and Miss Warren.  Floy and I have some dandy plans but there is no telling how they will develop.  Maybe I can go to Rochester with her next year.  Wouldn’t that be great? 

 

My, my head aches tonight.

 

 

Monday, June 27

 

“If by one man’s offense death resigned by one:  much more they which receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness, shall reign in life by one, Jesus Christ.”  - Rom. 5:17

 

Factory life less monotonous today than usual.  The first thing this morning Mr. Tappan brought Omar’s two sisters – Ada and Lelia – upstairs and introduced them to us and they stayed up there and visited with us quite a few minutes.  That varied the monotony wonderfully for they are splendid girls.  Later one of the girls in the stitching room – Ethel Merrill – had a fit.  Ooooh!  It makes me shudder yet.

 

Neva was here for dinner today because her mother and father were fishing.  After work Mamma was dreadfully cross it seemed to me.  She and Papa went out to spend the evening though and I made up my mind I would write some letters tonight, because if things turn out as they are planned, I will have a date every night this week. 

 

First, before I commenced writing I thought I would read a bit in the Ladies’ Home Journal.  Then I thought I would run over to Floy’s a minute and visit with her even before I read.  While I was over there our ‘phone rang.  It rang twice before I would come home.  I was glad I did though afterward.  It was Guy.  He was coming down a few minutes, then he and a lot of other fellows were going over to Florence Treat’s and George Wicken’s wedding and steal the ice-cream which was out on the back veranda.  While Guy was here John C ‘phoned that he was in from the lake for tonight and he wanted to know if he couldn’t come down.  I said he could.  He came and during the intervals of Theron’s behavior (which lasted about two seconds for three times) I did the first little spooning that I have done for over a year.  John isn’t foolishly silly though – just one arm out of place and a little of holding hands.  That was all.  I rather like John Champion.  In fact he is almost a good substitute for Ben Dean.

 

Omar, Lelia, Ada and John V stopped here a few minutes on their way home from town and of all the noise!  John C went home about a quarter of eleven.  I like him!

 

 

Tuesday, June 28

 

“The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.” – Psa. 46:7

 

Factory!  Of course Neva and I had planned all week to have a rarebit lunch tonight for Omar’s sisters and this noon Neva lugged her chafing-dish clear down here so that one of us might make a rarebit, the other, chocolate.  Mamma informed me however that we were going to have ice-cream and cake instead, and all the teasing and coaxing we could do, wouldn’t change her mind.  I even approached Papa but she had coached him what to say.  Anyway this evening Omar, Lelia, Ada, John, Neva, Cud and Ned came down.  We certainly raised the dickens.  About ten we went to the dining-room and Mamma served ice-cream, dandy devil’s food with caramel frosting, salted peanuts and chocolate.  After supper Neva played and the rest of us sang until midnight.  The poor neighbors!  Imagine us tomorrow though.  Cud at Cement factory, John at the green-house; Lelia and Ada take early train for Detroit; and Ned at his father’s shop; and Neva, Omar and I at the Shoe Factory.  Oh, me, oh my!

 

Omar’s sisters are certainly dandy.  Ada let it out tonight about John’s being here last night and Ned was ripping mad.  I finally shut him up by telling him he didn’t have any monopoly on me. 

 

Well, I’m dead tired.

 

 

Wednesday, June 29

 

“Thou art my hiding-place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.” – Psa. 32:7

 

Shoe Factory!  I felt just (?) like crawling out at six this morning after all of last evening’s performance.  I was a long while getting to sleep though last night – a dickens of a long while. 

 

Work as usual at the Factory.  I was over to Floy’s a few minutes after work, Omar was here a few minutes and about eight Guy came down.  He brought me a box of chocolates.  Guy Finch is certainly a splendid fellow.  He feels so blue because Esther turned him down, then affairs in his own home aren’t right, and I’ll tell you he is a dandy fellow when one stops to consider that his social and home life are both working in opposition.  Poor kid!  No happiness at home because his mother and father aren’t happy together, and no real pleasure outside of home because the girl he really cares for doesn’t care anything about him.  He gave me some pictures of himself tonight, and some just like them for me to send to Esther.  Maree isn’t the only unhappy person on earth after all.  (I wrote a letter to Esther this morning before work and enclosed a note for John.)

 

 

Thursday, June 30

 

“We know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose.” – Rom 8:28

 

Shoe Factory!!  How I simply detest that word.  I got exceptionally tired today, and was even too tired to eat supper. 

 

Mr. Kennard was up and called on us today.  Omar didn’t work this P.M.  He and Johnny V took Ada and Lelia around Coldwater Lake.  Yes, and at San Sou they saw Esther Sloman and John Champion sitting out on a porch together.  Isn’t that perfectly scandalous.  Esther must have gotten my letter today.  In it I gave orders that a part of it be read to John, so let us imagine she was reading the letter to him.

 

Mrs. Kinnert was here for supper and Mrs. Hackenburg was here this evening.  After supper I took my bath and put on my Junior dress, and Ada, Lelia, Omar, John, Cud, Ned and I went down to Neva’s.  We certainly had a great time.  I never laughed so in my life.  For refreshments we had banana shortcake, punch and cake.  It was quarter of twelve when I came home.  Ada and Lelia are swell girls.  I am stuck on them both. 

 

We walked home from Neva’s like this.  First, Ada and Ned, then Omar and I, then John and Lelia.  I was satisfied.

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, July 1

 

“Whosoever shall give you a cup of water to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward.”  - Mark 9:41

 

Shoe Factory, and the thermometer at Dorrance’s Drug Store (supposed to be the correct one of the city) registers 98 degrees F in the shade.  Let me tell you it was some warm in that blessed Shoe Mill. 

 

Neva went out to Morrison’s lake with Mr. Close tonight to take supper with Mr. and Mrs. Close, Ada, Lelia and Omar Ebenhack.  It is “newsed” around the shop today that there will be no work in the Factory next week.  Let us hope so!!  I mean let us hope not!  Hanged if I know what I do mean.

 

After work tonight, first I devoured almost a quarter of a delicious Devil’s food of Mother’s then I changed every particle of clothing I had on for cleaner and cooler ones, then I sat out in the front yard the rest of the evening, giving a banquet to the mosquitoes.  Am “most wonderfully tired” tonight so Goodnight.

 

 

Saturday, July 2

 

“The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” – Psa. 27:1

 

Shoe Factory!  And when mentioning the heat of purgatory don’t’ forget to add: “And Shoe Factory.” 

 

Omar’s sister were to the shop with Neva and me twice today.  They are certainly dandy girls.

 

In the mail today I received a letter from Ethel Jones, Detroit; and post-card from Ethel White of Lowell.

 

This evening Ada and Lelia wanted Neva and I and our fellows to go up town with them and Omar and John.  We girls agreed so when the whistle blew I came right home and called the Conover Shop and house but I was too late.  Ned had gone out to the lake.  What to do I didn’t know so I ‘phoned Neva and she said she would ‘phone Cud and ask him to ask Guy to go uptown with us.  After that I ‘phoned up to Baizie’s and left word that if Guy Finch came in there, he was to call up his mother.  Cud’s message was that he would find Guy and take him up to Fox’s where he would be, too, and we kids would stop for them up there.  So Omar and Ada stopped for me and we went up to Neva’s. 

 

While we were there Guy went past.  Instead of ‘phoning he was just going down to our house to see what I wanted.  We stated our propositions to him and he said he and Charlie Sumner were going out to Coldwater Lake just as soon as Guy went home and changed his clothes.  We let Guy off and after that we went down to Vogt’s after Lelia and John, then Cud got Ron Green and he went Ada and I  had Omar.  We eight went to the Talking Picture Show at the Opera House.  I laughed until I thought I should die.  Then we went after ice-cream, phosphate, peanuts, bars, etc. and Omar and Johnny bought a balloon and we went down to John’s house and sent it up then we monkeyed and monkeyed and made piles of noise all the way.  It was almost eleven-thirty when we said Good-bye to Ada and Lelia.  They leave for Battle Creek tomorrow.  They are a couple of the jolliest girls I ever met. 

 

It is just exactly twelve minutes to twelve and I think I’ll stop writing.

 

 

Sunday, July 2

 

“I will instruct thee, and teach thee in the way that thou shalt go; I will guide thee with mine eye.” – Psa. 32:8

 

Today told me I needn’t wake up when the whistle blew, so I didn’t  I snored from a little after twelve last night until eight this morning.  MY! But it seemed good!  I did little this morning, but about one Neva and Cud drove up and we waited until Ned drove in from Morrison’s Lake then we four went out to Coldwater Lake.  Hubert’s mother rode cut with us.  We had a pretty good time after we got there, and in passing the Fonda cottage Mabel came out and invited us in to eat lunch with her and her guests.  Her guests were Rue Rose (for Harvey), Joslyn Hiatt and her fellow from Detroit, and a friend of Harvey’s, Ralph Smith of Mishawaka, (for Mabel), but we had ordered lunch at the Texas Inn so we had to go over there.

 

At the Inn we had potato ball, cold beef, yeast bread, salt-rising bread and brown bread, olives, hot tea, coffee and iced tea, ice-cream and cake.  After that we went back to Fonda’s and the ten of us went boat[riding, six of us in one boat and four of us in another.  Our six were towed all around the lake behind the launch of an Idlewild fellow.  We left the lake about nine and got home at eleven thirty. 

 

Ned and I disagreed about one thing on the way home.  Because Neva and Cud were spooning, Ned thought he ought to be allowed to put his arm around me, but I simply can not stand it to have Ned touch me.  That was one disagreeable thing today. 

 

There were two others that happened before we even started for the lake.  Both were money matters.  Mamma scolded two-thirds of the morning because I’m not satisfied to keep a $3.75 job at the Shoe Factory for the rest of my life.  It is positively foolish that I want to go to school.  There is no sense in wanting to teach school.  If Mamma has her way, Maree will never see the inside of a college.  She will march forever to the tune of the Shoe Factory whistle.  If I intended to ever marry, that might should different to me but I never would marry anyone but Ben Dean and I can’t have him.  Do you wonder that it makes me wish I had married him a year ago even though I was too young.  I feel assured I would have been happy.  Now, I never will.

 

The other unpleasant thing about money today was the way Papa acted when I asked if I might  borrow a dollar to take to the lake with me.  He was just as mean about it as anyone could be.  He forgets that he has fifteen dollars of my money that he borrowed of me two years ago and never paid back.  What is worse than money, yet who wouldn’t have all he possibly could? 

 

I wish as I have wished a thousand times during the past year that I could die.  Death couldn’t be worse than extreme unhappiness.

 

 

Monday, July 4

 

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart, and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.” – Psa. 34:18

 

Fourth of July!!  Had a good sleep this morning.  A little excitement in our neighborhood in a way of a fire this morning.  Herbert Corless lit the fireworks in the window of his father’s store this morning.  Dad was the hero who put out the fire. 

 

Esther ‘phoned this morning and wanted to know if I couldn’t come out to the lake tonight just as well as tomorrow morning if they would come after me.  I said I could – You bet!!!!!!  A few minutes later Ned ‘phoned that he cold take me out tomorrow, but I told him he was too late. 

 

I read a good share of the afternoon and a little after six, Esther, Edna and Art drove after me in the car and took me out to Coldwater Lake.  After supper the Cottagers had a Celebration.  We kids all sat out on the bank and Esther had three fellows.  Guy F and Bob Kerr sat in front of her and each leaned on a knee, and Bob held a whole hand.  Guy and Rall Kerr held the other.  Rall sat on one side of her and leaned on one shoulder and held one hand from her write to her fingers and Guy held the fingers.  Neither new the other had a portion of a hand.  Paul Champ and I were alone a little ways away.  John C is steering clear because his girl, Bessie Barnes (Esther’s cousin) is coming next week.  We kids had a circus.  It was after half-past eleven when we kids turned in.  Guy, Rall, and Bob slept in Sherman’s barn.

Tuesday, July 5

 

Awoke at Coldwater Lake!!!!!!!!!!!!  This morning Mr. and Mrs. Sloman, Rae, Marjorie, Hubert and Art drove in town leaving Esther, Margaret and I here alone.  After they went Esther, Margaret, Paul Champ, Bob Kerr and Bill Walker and I went frogging.  We “frogged” 44.  There were luscious bit fat ones, too.  The boys cleaned them and froze some lemon ice for us and we invited them for dinner.  We had the fror-legs, fried potatoes, wheat bread and rye-bread, tomato and cucumber salad, lemon-ice and solid chocolate cake.  We had a perfect circus.

 

This afternoon Esther and I spent almost the entire time writing a letter in rhyme to Bob Kellett.  After supper John and Paul Champion same down and we had a great time.  John and I had the lawn seat part of the time and Paul and Esther the hammock and later, we changed.  The boys went home about a quarter of eleven.  We girls slept here all alone – all three in one bed.  Am having a circus!

 

 

Wednesday, July 6

 

Am at the lake with Esther S and we are having such a splendid time!  Esther and I had a dandy time this morning.  John and Paul and Esther and I finished Bob’s letter this A.M. 

 

Mr. and Mrs. Sloman and Art came about noon and we had a dandy dinner.  Mamma sent out another solid chocolate cake and a dozen fried cakes today.  Art and I made some candy this P.M. which didn’t get hard. 

 

After supper Esther, Paul C, Art and I drove over to Crystal and bought pop and candy, etc., then Art took us around the lake.  We had a swell ride and Art drove with one hand.  When we came back Art and I sat out in Lover’s Bower for forty-five minutes (so Esther’s diary reads).  Even after that we sat on the double chair quite a while.  I almost wish I hadn’t had any of this good time with Art because it resulted in my having a case on him.  Of course Art means nothing of it and I should forget it as quickly as he will.  But just the same, the last thing he said was that he had had a good time tonight.  I like Art just as well as I do Ben Dean – yes, better, - and I can’t understand it.  Maybe I’ll get over it by morning but I’m batty now.

 

 

Thursday, July 7

 

Over night didn’t make me any the less batty.  I’m simply crazy about Art Sloman and the end of the day has made me almost certain he must know it.  It’s a good thing I’m not going to be here but one day more.

 

This morning as soon as the work was done, Esther, Paul Champ, Art and I went frogging.  We got a few down by Moffit’s and then we hired a boat and went over to the island.  Esther and Paul wandered away and Art and I sat still.  There’s no use talking.  I just love Art Sloman and he is just swell to me. 

 

We were all dead tired when we came home and after dinner Esther undressed, put on her night-dress and laid in on the bed and wrote letters.  Art and I sat out on the veranda holding hands in the double chair until Paul disturbed us, then I went around on the back veranda with the two boys and watched the boys pay poker.

 

Art went in town about four o'clock.  It seemed lonesome without him but he kissed me good-bye.  After he went Esther and I read the Ladies’ Home Journal, then Mr. and Mrs. Campbell took Mr. and Mrs. Sloman, Margaret, Esther and I for a long launch ride, clear around the lake.  Art was here for supper.  Afterwards Esther, Paul and Jon Chap, Art and I went down to Walker’s cottage to see Edna, Jennie Smallshaw and a couple of Plainwell girls - Edna Woodham and Mildred Meesic.  We all went over to Sherman’s to have Cliff play the phonograph.  It was the dirtiest place I ever struck.  There was one good joke of the evening which I didn’t appreciate at the time.  On the way down to Sherman’s Edna got Art aside and began quizzing him as to what he had been doing before she came out.  Art told her we went around the lake and went frogging together, but when Edna began to deliberately ask him if he put his arm around me or held my hands, Art’s memory suddenly left him and he either wouldn’t tell or couldn’t remember the answers to the rest of the questions put to him. 

 

Ed Walker is the limit.  How I would love to beat her time so fast she couldn’t keep up.  Oh, could I.  Think of Edna’s asking him.  She was ripping mad because Art wouldn’t tell her.  What wouldn’t she say if she know the secrets of Lover’s Bower?  Har!

 

Esther was with Paul and I was with John afterward.  Esther and Paul took the hammock so John and I went out in the boat.  While we were out there Mrs. Sloman had Esther come in and put on her coat and while she was in there she asked Esther if I had a coat, so Esther came to the door and called so the whole beach would hear her: - “Maree, Mother wasn’t to know if you have anything around you – I mean a coat.”  Of course no one laughed.  Esther and I sent the Champions home at eleven, then I came in and helped Art with his memory-book until twelve.  I just love Art Sloman.

 

 

Friday, July 8

 

“the Lord redeemeth the soul of his servants, and none of them that trust in him shall be desolate.” – Psa. 34:22

 

 

Coldwater Lake!!  Edna was down this morning with the excuse she had an errand but the truth of the matter was – she wanted to see Arthur.  Paul Champion has told Edna everything he knew about Art and me and we have had exciting doings all day.  It has kept Edna busy trying to discover just where Arthur was every minute of the day.  She’s been down here not less than a dozen times.  Art and I were out in the hammock together  all the afternoon until Edna came and insisted that Esther and I should come down there.  Finally, we went and we had all we could do to get away, she was so beastly afraid I would see Art again.  I confess I was slightly anxious to have him a few minutes.  With her shrewdness Edna again insisted that we girls come back in the evening.  We said we would to shut her up.  We didn’t have supper till late, and even with Paul’s and Art’s help our dishes weren’t done until eight and we had planned we wouldn’t go back up there, but cannot be avoided.  She came up after us as she had done this P.M.  She got Art, to.  Paul and Esther went out in one boat; Jennie S, the two Plainwell girls, John C and I went out in another and Edna had Art to herself.  After the boat ride I sat out in the hammock with Esther and Paul until Art came home, then Esther and Paul walked down the beach and gave the hammock to Art and me.  We sure did have a fine time.  Art is without any exception the finest fellow I ever know in my life.  There are some fellows who are dandy fellows but Aft is the best ever.  I don’t see how I could ever have believed Ben Dean amounted to everything when Art Sloman lived in the same town.  Tho’ I never knew Art until this week.  We two had a midnight lunch (of ginger ale) after everyone else was in bed.  At least, Edna dear, I have had a kiss – some kisses from him since you have.

 

 

Saturday, July 9

 

“Thy mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens, and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.” – Psa.” 36:5

 

Coldwater Lake.  OH, it is so splendid out here that I just hate to leave it but even tho’ Mrs. Sloman urgently asked me to remain until tomorrow night I felt I really ought to come in.  About ten Mr. Sloman, Esther, Judge Shipman, Art and I came in town in the car.  Arthur asked his father if I couldn’t sit in front with him and he said I could  - so – Mr. Sloman and Esther and the Judge sat behind.  I didn’t.  Art didn’t. 

 

As soon as we reached town we brought my sit-case home and told Mamma that Esther would be here for dinner then Art took us back up to their house while Esther changed her dress.  Art and I loved up on the big sofa in the parlor while Esther was up stairs changing her dress.  Arthur is a fine “Cuddle up a little closer, Lovey Mine.” 

 

Esther was here for dinner.  As soon as the dishes were done we went back up to Esther’s after her hat.  Found Art had ‘phoned just after we left the house.  Esther and I went up town on some errands and we had just started up to Osborn’s after my Class, C.Q.D. and individual pictures when we met Art.  He wanted us to go back up after a “rainbow” but it looked like rain so we didn’t dare take the time so he went to Osborn’s with us then it commenced to rain like th dickens and we stayed at Sloman’s the rest of the afternoon.  Esther spent all of her time either in the bedroom sewing by hand or in the kitchen sewing on the machine, on a Dutch collar.  Art and I sat on the sofa.  I just love Art Sloman to death. 

 

Esther was going to ride out to the lake with Joe Watson at 5:30 so she wouldn’t have to wait until after the store closed tonight for her father, Heb and Art, and Art was coming down to our house this evening and I was going to make him some divinity and we were going to get our “rainbow,” but what did Mr. Sloman do then after that hard rain but take it into his head that he and Esther and Art better start back to the lake at six, and let Herb come out with Hugh Clarke after work tonight.  Now, wasn’t that mean?  I was dreadfully disappointed.  Art said, ”We'll have it some other time.”  His going back without the divinity, without some other things which might have been, gave me the blues.  Mamma knows I am daffy over Arthur because I’ve reviewed the whole thing to her. 

 

It is exactly twenty-five minutes to twelve now, my suit-case isn’t wholly unpacked; and I’m not undress yet.  In a few minutes I go to bed through and plan again things which never can come true.  My dreams wake shall be when I can have Arthur for my own and then when I can have a family of six children named thus: - Arthur, Marjorie, Bob, John, Paul and Esther.  After dreaming all such foolish things I will no doubt fall asleep and dream that I am singing at Edna’s and Art’s funeral, or that I am being married to Harold Yapp (what could be worse) while Art watches the proceedings, grinning from his own window.

 

Goodnight.  Honest, I’m not quite asleep yet.

 

P.S. There is something else.  About three weeks ago when our class had our picture taken, when Art and I were on speaking terms only, Mr. Osborn just happened to put Arthur and I next to each other.  I never could have told from that day to this whom I sat next to in that picture, but today Arthur and I both noticed at Osborn’s.  I am awfully glad we are where we are.

 

 

Sunday, July 10

 

“How excellent is thy loving kindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.” – Psa. 86:9. 86:7

 

Theron got up at five this morning and at six he went out to Coldwater Lake with the Gamble’s in their car.  He will be gone until tomorrow some time.  I’ll bet he’s having a splendid time.  Dear little fellow!  For his sake more than any other reason in the world wish the Welch’s were a rich family.  I really don’t need to be rich.  When people like me now, I know they like me because I am Maree because there is no other reason in the world.  My clothes are of a limited supply; our home is so much less (measured by expensive furnishings) than my other girl friends, (for instance Ruth F and Esther S) yet our home is such a happy one!  I am homely; yes, I know I am homely; there’s no use of anyone else emphasizing that to me.  I couldn’t help but think today as I looked at the C.Q.D. picture of Laura Robinson, Eunice Hatch, Gertrude Buckland, Bernice Phinney, Ruth Parker, Frances Ball, Mary Dorrance, Hazel Bennett, Ruth Fellows and myself, I couldn’t help but think as I said before, what a fine picture of girls it would be if it were not for the last-named. 

 

Now, the point I started with was that whoever likes me, likes me because I am Maree, and for no other reason.  I’m content, and perhaps it will be just as well for Theron to be liked for the same reasons, yes, a thousand times better.  Who could help but love him?  Besides being such a splendid little fellow, his sister thinks he has a really handsome face.

 

I helped Mother do dishes this A.M. then I went to Church.  Wore my graduating dress today and my big hat.  Went around to Mrs. Chandler’s this A.M. and got Miss Chandler’s cousin or niece, Gladys Youngs and took her to Church and Sunday-school with me.  Rev. Barnes spoke exceptionally good today.  It is positively silly to write it but all during the service I was trying hard to listen to what he was saying and it was his own fault that at times my mind was at Coldwater Lake because in his prayers he said repeatedly, “Thou art –“, and who could help  but think of “Lover’s Bower.” And “I Wonder Whom He’s Kissing Now.” 

 

I took Gladys around to Chandler’s after S.S., then I stopped at Ruth F’s a few minutes; was coming home from there when Hazel B called me in.  I visited there a few minutes then started again and Ruth P called to me and she and Esther and Harriet all came piece with me.  We were talking about Fred Mannerow.  He is quite sick and no one is really certain what is the matter with him because there are so many reports.  Some say nervous prostration and others say tuberculosis.  Either is bad enough anyway. 

 

Someway, after I came home about all I could think about was Art Sloman.  I wondered –foolishly wondered if he would think of me and wish I were there.  All is vanity, and everybody’s vain.  Women are terribly vain.  Girl-like, I thought I would be sentimental and read a little poetry.  I opened Longfellow and turned to “Psalm of Life.”  It read well until I came to “Art is long and Time is fleeting,” then I left Longfellow and made fudge.  I wished “Artie” were her to help eat it.

 

At the lake Esther, Art and I acquired the habit of talking baby talk all the time, and today, I felt just like saying “as I’ve said all the week) “Is A’tie ding to help Ettie and Maree do the dishes?”  A’tie always said he would.  Today I did them alone, imagining all the time Arthur were there to put his arm around me or kiss me or hold my hand a moment as we passed, (for all the while, that was part of the program in dish washing at the lake). 

 

What do you suppose then interrupted that delicious dream?  It was the night-mare in the person of Ned Conover.  He came at just the wrong time – which for him is at any time of day.  But I just couldn’t help but talk about Art, and in less than Fifteen minutes Ned knew what a case I have on Arthur.  Ned stayed from three-thirty until a quarter of ten.  At eight I asked him very politely to go but he wouldn’t budge.  I kept on asking him until he did go.  The started was that I told him I was going to bed.  He does bore me so dreadfully.  Why doesn’t he give up the ship?

 

 

Monday, July 11

 

“With thee is the fountain of life; in thy light shall we see light.” – Psa. 36:9

 

Shoe Factory.  Vera F away on her vacation, and even though I have a lot more work to do I’m glad Vera is gone.  Neva helped me a little bit today.  I was thinking of the Sloman family a good share of today.  I was wondering if I would hear anything more from one member. 

 

Anyway I began the day by writing him a letter.  I started on to both him and Esther (that is, two letters) and finished them both tonight.  Imagine my surprise tonight to have Art call me up.  It was a delicious surprise because I’m just about batty over him.  We talked almost half an hour.  He called me Saturday night but couldn’t get me.  He’s coming in to see me some time this week.  I am just awfully stuck on him, and Mamma is awfully mad. 

 

I’ve been upstairs just exactly one hour and she’s scolding to Papa about it yet.  “It’s a positive shame to treat Ned in this way.”  She won’t let me ditch him,” and all such rot until I am sick of it and I am determined to ditch him at any cost and have Art Sloman.  There’s no sense in Mamma’s acting this way about Ned.  He’s got to be ditched and it might better be now than any time.  It ought to have been two years ago.  Never mind, it shall be now and I won’t let her dictate to me about fellows any more.  It makes me tired.

 

Tuesday, July 12

 

“It is a faithful saying: For if we be dead with him, we shall also live with him.” – 2 Tim. 2:11

 

“I am in love with Love,

And the sole thing I hate is Hate,

For Hate is death and Love is life.”

 

Was at the Factory all day in body, but in Spirit I was on the shores of Coldwater Lake.  I am there with Arthur most of the time now. 

 

Neva checked all the girls’ books for me today, but she and I talked an awful lot today, and I didn’t accomplish near as much today as I usually do. 

 

I mailed letters to Esther and Art today.  It rained awfully hard today and I just thought to myself “Now, those old roads will get so muddy that At can’t come in until Thursday or Friday night.”  Anyway, I knew he would ‘phone.  He did ‘phone at seven and he was in town and would be down in just a few minutes.  I never was so tickled in my life.  I wiped the supper dishes for Mother and then I hurried upstairs and into some “real clothes” – not “Factory clothes.” 

 

It seemed but a minute that he came.  He looked perfectly dandy and I felt like kissing him immediately.  I couldn’t tho’ very well.  He is the finest fellow I ever knew and I can’t imagine how I could have had eyes for Ben Dean when Art Sloman was in town all the time.  But in the first place I’ve always supposed Art was married; and in the second place I really didn’t know him at all. 

 

He and I started out just after he came.  We  went clear around to Mrs. Hackenburg’s on an errand for Mamma and were on our way up town and we passed Mrs. Fellows (on her front veranda) and she said, “Maree, aren’t you going to stop?”  I said I would a minute, so of course Art did, too.  Mrs. F acted rather surprised that Art should come up just because I did, because I guess she thought I had picked him up on some corner somewhere.  Ruth was going up town so she went up with us.  We went to the library and to Collins and Lockwood’s then Ruth went back.  Art and I went on up to Dorrance’s and in front of Baizie’s I’ll bet we saw every boy that ever grew up in Coldwater.  All looked their surprise.  There were John Vogt, Omar #, Pete Dorrance, Art Kerr, Paul Champ, Guy Finch, Hugh Vanaken, Cud Howe, Warner VanAken Dave Fletcher, Nick Woodward and Harold Johnson and a whole lot of others.

 

I went to Dorrance’s after a film that was there being developed and bought a package of blue print – both of which I sent out to Esther to print me some pictures.  Then I took a broken belt pin to Parrish’s to have it fixed, and we went to the post-office.  Then we went to the Happy Hour.  Sat on the back row and held hands al the time.  From there we walked around and visited with Ruth and Myles a few minutes, then we walked – walked up Hudson to Church; down Church to Jefferson.  For the first time in my life I walked past the old Blackmar house without wishing I was with Ben Dean.  I prefer Art a hundred times over.

 

We walked up Jefferson to Pierce, across Pierce to Marshall, then went down to Neva’s a few minutes and finally came home.  We sat on the side porch a long while.  I’ve been kidded more times tonight than I have for the whole past year.  I am simply mad over Art Sloman.  How I do wish he would give up Ed Walker for good.  I know Mamma was mad when I came in because by the way she said, “Where have you been?”  I don’t care at all though.  They shan’t be the cause of busting me up with another single fellow and as for Ned Conover – I am through with him.

 

 

Wednesday, July 13

 

No one is so accursed by fate,

No one so utterly desolate

But some heart, though unknown,

Responds until his own.”

 

The clock up town is striking eleven right this minute so I’m not going to write long.  Just enough to tell briefly what I’ve done today.  Mamma ate breakfast with me early this A.M.  Of course I marched to the whistle today and the Shoe Factory held me for nine house today.  Nine hours a day is a long time to spend there every day.  It is such a measly place anyway. 

 

About one o’clock I thunk to myself, thunk I: “Well, Art is reading the letter now.  I wonder if it suits him.  Oh, yes, Esther is reading hers, too.”  Well, after work Ruth F ‘phoned me and asked me to come around after her tonight and go up town with her.  I found ten minutes afterward why she did it.  It hadn’t been more than ten minutes after Ruth called that Esther S called me that she was in town, for the summer – that the “whole” family were, because the owner of the cottage had come out to occupy the cottage for the rest of the season.  The Sloman’s are one very disappointed family – all except one and he said he didn’t care a bit.  He is a Jewel with a capital “J” all right.  In fact I like him very, very much.  I guess there’s some news for you.  Art is just an all round good fellow not an angel.  Angels are very excellent sort of folk in their own way, but I for one find the “angel-sort” precious slow company.  Even mere good people are rather depressing.  It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch one another and find sympathy. 

 

I am wandering.  To go clear back where I started, I was trying to say why Ruth F ‘phoned.  She knew Slomans were in town and she thought I would want to see Esther if I knew she was in town so she ‘phoned first.  It worked – partially.  I dressed and went around by Esther’s first.  I was introduced to Bessie Barnes and she is just dandy.  Art came downstairs when I came and when I left he walked as far as Hudson and Church and wanted to know if he could come home with me.  I said he could. 

 

Ruth and I went up town, did some errands, bought some soda and started back to Ruth’s and Myles met us.  When we got to Fellow’s I came right over.  Gee, I feel like loving him to death. He is my ideal.  We stayed there at Ruth’s a while then went over and visited with Esther, Bessie and John P a few minutes; went up to Baizie’s after ice-cream then walked down toward Welch’s.  We took a little longer “cut tonight and came up Elizabeth St. because this noon I dragged our lawn seat clear around under our big maple tree in our back yard, just for Art’s and my benefit.  We had planned to sit there a while in comfort.  Just as we were beginning to enjoy ourselves Mother’s and Dad’s company, Mr. and Mrs. Sanford, made up their minds they would have to go home.  Mamma and Papa came out on the side porch with them.  Art and I separated with only two kisses.  That was downright inconsiderate of Mother and Dad to come to the door, yet how much quicker they would have come to the door if they had know we were there.  “I had things slightly twisted there, but then anything ought to be excusable from me tonight because I am in love.  Now that is something new.

 

 

Thursday, July 14

 

On the road of life one mile-stone more

In the book of life one leaf turned o’er

Like a red seal in the setting sun

On the good and the evil men have done

Naught can today restore!

 

I shouldn’t attempt to write a single word tonight because even as I  begin, it is exactly sixteen minutes to twelve.  Never mind, my mind is too full to let it wait until morning. 

 

Was at the blessed factory all day long.  Stupid place!  Stupid people, - Maree included.  Mr. Tappan is out of town.  Neva did all of my girl’s books today.  I scarcely finished the boy’s book. 

 

This evening I was invited down to Sloman’s to see Bessie Barnes who is visiting here from Battle Creek. While I was upstairs dressing I heard Mamma blowing like the very dickens because I am with Art so much.  She is going to stop it, she says, and don’t you forget it.  At Sloman’s tonight there were Esther and Guy, Bessie and John Vogt, and Art came at five or ten minutes before nine.  Edna had invited Harold Johnson, Mick Woodard and “Art” down for her two Plainwell friends and herself, and Art said she was ripping mad when he came away just about half past eight.  Let me assure you I don’t blame her for being mad but she will only be sweeter than ever to Arthur to show how mad she is.  I hate her!  I love him!

 

It really made me dreadfully vain – his coming home early to be with me.  He told me he would rather be with me and that made me the more vain.  How I do wish he could always be my own.  I feel deep down in my heart, though, that he isn’t mine for long.  Only a passing-summer-girl.  The other four kids went up town after popcorn, ice-cream cones and bars for us, while we waited in the park and waited for them. 

 

I like Bessie B awfully well.  Art brought me home in the car  tonight and we rode a long while.  I wonder if it wouldn’t have been better after all if Art hadn’t given me the chance of liking him.  I am afraid it will be hard – for me to forget, in case it becomes necessary for me to forget.  Every single kiss tonight has served to make me the more crazy about him.  He is still “Maree’s Ideal.”  I wish I knew just what he thinks concerning me. 

 

I am so glad to have Esther and Guy together again.  I have surely had a splendid time but all the time we were riding I kept thinking

 

“Tonight will never come again for you and Me

Never, will that same old moon shine on us so tenderly

So love me while there’s time to love

A kiss and then goodnight, sweetheart,

Etc.”

 

 

Friday, July 15

 

“Pleasures like flowers may wither and decay

And yet the root perennial be.”

 

Just for fun, I’m going to be funny.  I’m going to write in here now just what I imagine will be the circumstances will be a year from today, no, say five years from today.  I will be twenty-four years old.  I think I will say I am in Coldwater.

 

Today I spent a part of the morning dusting my room.  This afternoon I went up to the library.  Stopped at Esther Sloman’s on the way home and made her look up an old song for me from “The Prince Tonight.”  It was “Tonight Will Never Come Again for You and Me.”  I brought it home and played it until it was time to get supper. 

 

This evening Art Sloman came down.  (I invited him.)  He didn’t ask to come and I let him read this foolish diary..  Now look close and see the flitting show which I shall picture.  How different everything is now than it was five years ago.  Even Theron is now 18 and a fine looking fellow.  He has a girl now and her name is Beatrice Stewart.  Mamma and Papa don’t interfere with my “beau matter” any more – not since Ned got mad at me, for Ned hasn’t spoken to me for three years.  He has another girl – an Ann Arbor girl.  He is a dandy fellow and I rather wish I had kept him myself.

 

Mamma and Papa and Theron and Floy and Neva and Omar and Olive all say, “I told you so.”  I still like Art Sloman best but he goes with Edna Walker yet and never asks any assistance of anyone else to help him run their new car.  I love Esther Sloman as much as ever, too.  She is a dear, dear girl, living at home and helping run the house.  She has no real steady fellow but goes with them all.

 

Ruth F has forgotten me entirely.  She writes to Esther once in a while but I never hear from her.  Neva K is raking in just stacks of money from her music.  She is one of the best.  And Ben Dean – would you like to hear of Ben?  He’s married and is living in Ypsilanti where he teaches.  He married a Monroe girl.  I’ve never met her of course and have only seen Ben twice in the last five years – neither time to speak to him.  He is a very brilliant fellow as everyone always knew. 

 

Of our Class there are five married and three more than we know if, engaged.  Florence Treat and June Baxter were married right after Commencement, and the other three are Carl Nivison, Pete Lakay and Walt Lobdell.  The three engaged ones are Hazel Bennett and Harold Yapp – to each other, and Ruth Parker and Herb Bartlett (Herb not of our Class) recently announced their engagement.  I like to hear of people getting on in the world – battling their way bravely and fairly.  And fighting the battle of life is fighting against fearful odds, too.  I expect I shall be a spinster the rest of me days.

 

Well, Maree, your imagination has served you well enough for one evening.  How you will smile when you read this on July 15, 1915.  It is in the petty details, not in the great results, that the interest of existence lies.

 

Now for July 14, 1910.  I sat over there in that roasting hot Factory.  It has been exceedingly warm today.  I fear Fortune didn’t put on an “exceedingly warm smile” for me today.  It seemed I was exceptionally unfortunate in some ways today. 

 

At the Factory I got behind in my books and I have three to do before I begin tomorrow’s work. 

 

Esther S ‘phoned me after work and told me a huge joke about Ron Green.  He called Esther up today and asked her to drive to Quincy with him tomorrow night.  While Esther and I were talking she said Omar E and John V were going to take Bessie Barnes and some other girl auto riding.  Bessie and Art both halloed to me.  After we had rung off I happened to think that Esther might come down and spend the evening with me so I called her up and told her my idea.  She said Guy was coming down.  Then I told her that if Art didn’t have a date, for Esther and Guy to bring Art and come on down.  Art was at the Y. M. and Esther said she would ‘phone him.  Mrs. Sloman said Esther was too tired to come but if Art would bring them down in the car, she could come until half-past nine.  Esther called Art up and he had a date until nine o’clock – and that was too late. 

 

I feel sure – down in my shoes – that Art is going to be with Edna tonight.  She will snivel and bawl and cry around a while and get Arthur’s sympathy aroused then strut around as if she were the true model of our six.  Art told Esther he was sorry he had a date, and Esther said he meant it.  We (Esther and I) didn’t see each other tonight.  I sat down stairs all the evening visiting with the family.  It is only a quarter past ten now, so you see I am going to turn in early.  I am not quite as satisfied with life as I have been the rest of the week.  If I were foolish enough to be contented, I wouldn’t show it but grumble with the rest.  In this world it is necessary to adopt the principle pursued by the plaintiff in an action for damages and to demand ten times more than you are ready to accept.  I am going to take now the best remedy in the world for the blues.  I shall read the 27th Psalm.

 

 

Saturday, July 16

 

“Longfellow said:

Know how sublime a thing it is

To suffer and be strong.”

 

Not that I am really suffering – no, far from it, but then I think I am the least bit discontented.  What a terribly dull affair, too, life must be for really contented people!  How heavy the time must hang upon their hands and what on earth do they occupy their thoughts with, supposing that thy have any?

 

Discontented people never know enough to appreciate anything.  I suppose, but neither do the contented people know anything of the excitement of expectation, nor the delight of accomplished effort.

 

Maree went to the Factory today as usual.  Neva didn’t have a thing to do downstairs today so she was up with us all day.  She helped a whole lot too.  Very F was up to the Factory but I was downstairs checking books and recording tickets and didn’t see her.  Was very sorry (?).

 

Mamma made a great big devil’s good for us today – one of her dandies.

 

Thereon has been to the Buyers Farm working all the week, until today he traded jobs and is working on the milk-wagon.  He’s a great chap.  He’s pretty near all in tonight because after hurrying around all day, he spent the evening at the Happy Hour.  

 

Ruth F and I went up town tonight, too.  We asked Esther and Bessie to go, too, but John P and Guy F were coming down so they didn’t go.  Ruth and I stayed up until ten.  Mrs. Fellows took pains to tell us that Edna and Art were up town together tonight.  I didn’t act as though I cared at all but down in my heart I envy Edna Walker more than any other person on earth.

 

As Ruth and I were coming home Margaret and Mrs. Sloman called us up to have a handful of popcorn.  As we were talking Art came out on the veranda but as he came out, we left.  I spoke to him, merely, and asked him how he liked his work.  (He’s shoveling dirt at the Y.M.C.A.)

 

Isn’t life a great game though?  The show is never closed, and th game is always going.  There are prizes for all (whether for winning or for the booby) and all can play.  Some few win, and as to the rest, who –

 

“The rapture of pursuing

Is the prize the vanquished gain.”

 

 

Sunday, July 17

 

“Our little lives are kept in equipoise

By opposite attractions and desires;

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys

And the more noble instinct that aspires.

 

Isn’t that the most splendid sentiment?

 

Well, this morning I awoke first about the same time I do to go to the Factory I think.  It was with a monstrously big sigh of relief that I closed my eyes and resolved to sleep until nine.  I slept and awoke at intervals and finally came to the conclusion that it was nine o’clock and if I went around to Chandler’s to take Gladys Young to Church I would have to be hustling.  I couldn’t see my clock from my bed so I got up to see what time it was, and it was a quarter past seven.  Now wasn’t that disgusting?  I was too wide awake to sleep again so I read Ladies’ Home Journal until eight.  Then I got up.

 

Theron learned some kid’s Sunday paper route today.  He says now he is paper boy, errand-boy, milk-man and farmer.  He is a great chap for only thirteen.

 

Gladys Young and I went to Church.  Rev. Barnes had a most interesting sermon today.  In my Class today there were only Margaret Sloman, Mable Minter, Eleanor Steele and Shirley Holbrook.

 

After S.S. I went around with Gladys to Ruth F.  I stopped in to see Esther and Bessie a minutes – and incidentally I saw Art.  Maree, you’ve just got to quit liking Art.  He likes someone else better than he does you.  You are only his second fiddle.

 

Margaret came as far as Hull and Marshall with me.  She is a perfect dear.

 

I went over to Floy’s after S.S.  She and I are planning for me to go away to school.  She rather thinks I can go back to Rochester with her and I shall know in two weeks more when Miss Sheffield comes.  Mamma and Papa will object but that doesn’t matter if I earn some of the money and independently borrow the rest.  I think I ought to have the right to say where it goes.  Floy says I should.  Anyway I want to go away and Mamma doesn’t want me to.  She thinks it’s positively foolish for me to think of going anywhere any time to school.  I am going sometime, if I don’t go this year. 

 

I walked clear down to Burt Barlow’s to see about borrowing money from him (Mamma and Papa don’t know it and I didn’t intend they should.)  No one was at home at Barlow’s.  I shall go again.  I was at Ruth P’s, Hazel B’s and Ruth F’s this P.M, too. 

 

After I came home I made some fudge and Mamma popped some corn.  While we were eating it Ned ‘phoned.  He was in town, and Mamma said to tell him to come down and have some stuff.  Of course I needn’t write; “He came.”  He ‘phoned me this morning asking if he could come down this afternoon and I told him I was going down to Miss Curt’s to call on her cousin from the west.  Afterward I learned Miss Curts and her cousin were at the same lake Ned is.  Har!  Har!

 

Today has been an awfully long day.  I don’t believe I like idling as well on Sunday as I do any other day in the week.  I like idling when I ought not to be idling; not when it is the only thing I have to do.  That is my pig-headed nature.  The time when I like best to “idle,” is when my desk is heaped highest with letters that must be answered.  When I like to sit lazily downstairs is when my room is the dirtiest.  And when, on a week day, I ought to be up particularly early in the morning, It is then, more than any  other time, that I love to lie an extra half hour in bed.  Ah! How delicious it to turn over and go to sleep again: “just for five minutes.”  If I should go to bed now perhaps it wouldn’t be so terribly disagreeable to get up in the morning.  It is ten minutes of eleven.  It is a strange thing, this bed, this mimic grave, where we stretch our tired limbs and sink away so quietly into the silence and rest.

 

Goodnight.

 

I know I’m crazy.

 

 

Monday, July 18

 

“Learn to labor and to wait.”

 

I think I’m learning both.  That old Factory is certainly a good place to teach me to labor, and I’ve almost come to the conclusion that I’ll have to wait for – oh, a number of things. 

 

I began learning Agnes’s work today and let me tell you, it takes time and all kinds of it.  Neva has been upstairs with us a good share of the  time today.  Mr. Tappan is out of town and she has very little to do so she helps check books.

 

Today I received a post-card from Omar’s sister Lelia and a letter from Mildred Roberts.  It’s the first letter I’ve had from Mildred since Aunt Kittie died.  Poor Mildred – only seventeen and she has to be the mother of four younger sisters and brothers.  She said Cousin Wilfred intends to go to school this fall so she will be the oldest child at home then.

 

Mamma and Mrs. Radabough have sewed all day today and beside that Mamma baked a whole lot of cookies and fried cakes that she had orders for today.  Mamma burned her finger awfully bad today so I washed the supper dishes.

 

Theron has been working for the Barnes Farm today.  I don’t know whether he was haying or peddling milk.

 

Gee!  I’m just dead tired tonight and beside I have indigestion quite bad and it has troubled me awfully today.  Mrs. Hickey gave me some tablets tonight which she said would cure it.  I sincerely hope she is right, for it really isn’t any fun working when you fell like I have today.

 

I ‘phoned Esther tonight and she had just come back from going up after my last film to print it for me.  She is the dearest girl I know.  Bless her heart.

 

 

Tuesday, July 19

 

“Defeat may be victory in disguise;

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.”

 

I wonder if that means about Art S, for I am still dreadfully crazy about him yet.  Evidently Edna has done what she boasted to Paul Champ she would do.  She said she would get him by herself and get him back into her power.  It reminds me of a limerick I made up about Edna though:

 

There was a young lady named Walker,

And she was a powerful talker;

            She would take for an hour,

            To get Art in her ;power,

And when he came back, he would mock her.

 

Another of my limericks is of Esther:

 

There was a young lady named Sloman,

And she had a nose that was Roman,

            She hung out her sign

            Which read:’ “For a dime

I’ll do manicuring and hair-combin.

 

There was a young g fellow named Art

‘Twas to him that Maree lost her heart.

            ‘Twas her heart, that I said,

            But Maree lost her head,

Which was of all the sad part.

 

Rhyme writing isn’t diary writing to’ so here goes.

 

Of course I was at the Factory all day.  I figured all the books today and part of the time I was so sick I could hardly sit up.  I simply could not have stood up.

 

I received a post-card from John Vogt today.

 

Tonight Hazel and Harold and Ned wanted to come down, but I felt so bad I knew I couldn’t entertain them decently so I ‘phoned them not to come until later in the week.  There was no putting Ned off though because he had stayed in town on purpose.  He brought me a box of chocolate maraschinos.  As soon as he got here I got it into my head that I wanted to go down to Esther’s and get some pictures that she and Bessie printed for me today.  She and Guy, and Bessie B and Stub VanAken and Edna and Art had gone to the Happy Hour but for some reason or other I have hear siren’s voices calling me.  We got to Sloman’s about a quarter of nine.  No one was there but Mrs. S and Margaret and we sat and visited with Mrs. Sloman and Margaret until a little after nine then the kids came home from the Happy Hour, and we stayed there until after ten.  I am simply daffy over Art Sloman.  As much in love as I used to believe I was with Ben Dean.  I could easily see him now and not care a bit whether he liked me or not.  There is one sure thing about me.  I may be crazy about more than one different fellow but never only one at a time.  It’s like a fire-work that flashes toward heavenward many times – but only “one spark” at a time.  Meteor-like it blazes for but a short time and lights with its glory the whole world beneath.  Then the night of my sordid common-place life closes in around it, and the burned-out case, falling back to earth lies useless and uncared for, slowly smoldering into ashes.  That’s as crazy as I am tonight, but I’m not the only one.  Guy, for one, is batty about Esther and doesn’t know whether she likes him or not; Bessie wants Stub, and knows he’s taken, and I want Art so awfully bad.

 

 

 

“Courage, lose not heart or hope;

On the mountains’ southern slope

Lies Jerusalem, the Holy.”

 

I shall not give up.  I shall feign good-humor, patience and forbearance.  I know I expect too much, I know, but I will not give up.  I will depend, as all young people do, I guess, on the unsteady flicker.  I wonder if I will have to watch it die out.

 

 

Wednesday, July 20

 

“Whene’er a noble deed is wrought,

Whene’er is spoken a noble thought,

Our hearts, in glad surprise,

To high levels rise.”  Longfellow

 

Was at the Factory today, while Mamma was at home sick in bed all day.  I had both dinner and supper to get.  I washed the day’s dishes after supper and scolded every single minutes because Theron wasn’t here to help, because Ruth F and I were going to the Happy Hour tonight.  I left them to be wiped, though, because Ruth F, Olive T and Ford C came just as I finished washing them.  Olive and Ford stayed until eight.  Olive just came home form Detroit today (she has been there a month) but she hasn’t any more to tell than I had after a week at San Souci.  Ruth and I went to the Happy Hour as we intended.  Saw Esther S and Guy F and Bessie Barnes and John Champion there, too.  Afterward Ruth and I went over to Baizie’s after root-beer and got home then about half after nine.  Ruth is a dandy girl, all right.

 

When I came home I went out in the kitchen after a drink and I saw the dishes were all wiped.  Bless Theron’s little gizzard.  When I came upstairs I found he had crawled in my bed and was sound asleep.  I woke him up and put him in his own bed, and too, I asked him who wiped the dishes and he said he did.  I asked him who told him to, and he said that no one did.  He is the best little fellow on earth and I’m dreadfully ashamed for scolding about him.  He has been here with Mamma all day, and she said he did 101 things for her.  He has asked to be called tomorrow morning at 5:30 that he may go over to the Barnes’s farm to help thrash.

 

 

Thursday, July 21

 

“Behold of what delusive worth

The bubbles we pursue on earth,

The shapes we chase.” – Longfellow.

 

Of these “bubbles” I think the two that girls pursue most are “money and boys.”  That was a brilliant thing for me – a girl – to write but nevertheless, it is true I believe.

 

Went to work today, of course.  Neva and Arlene didn’t have to work this afternoon.  Vera, Agnes and I didn’t hurt ourselves any either.  Vera brought over a whole basket of pop-corn and we stuffed that.

 

This noon when I came home to dinner I ‘phoned Esther to invite her and Guy and Bessie B and Hugh V and – Art down here tomorrow night and what do you think she said?  Art Sloman got hurt over at the U.M. this morning.  When she told me, honestly I stopped breathing for an instant.  I just couldn’t help but think how awful I would feel if anything dreadful  happened to Art.  I really love Art Sloman – and to think love dies.  As I think of it new I believe I shall love Arthur when he’s gray-headed – that that isn’t really life.  This is the present, however.  How it happened – (the accident, I mean) he was working over there – shoveling dirt – and a side of the building fell over and about three wagon loads of stuff came Art’s way and enough of it hit Art to let him know he was hit.  He was carried home pretty well shook up.  His back hurt pretty badly.  I was thinking about him a pretty good share of the afternoon.  I was thinking of a number of things  for instance – well! – “Lover’s Bower.” 

 

After work I decided I would go down and see Art anyway.  I ‘phoned Esther and she said to “Come on.”  Edna was there – had been all the afternoon, would be all the evening, and probably would be the rest of the time Art is laid up, so if I wanted to see him, one time was a good as another.  Esther is awfully disgusted with Edna – and so are all of the Sloman family, I guess.  I won’t say Art is, because if he were he is to honorable to mention it to anyone.  Edna is mad at Esther, too, because she thinks Esther is on my side- of course – Esther isn’t (?).

 

I went down.  Edna treated me beautifully to my face.  I would just like to know what she says to Art about me behind my  back.  I wish I could get him away from her tho’.  Unconsciously he is molding himself to what she would have him.  I am sorry to have to be mean enough to say that I do not think she is using her influence for the best.  She treats him about as I treat Ned.  She doesn’t appreciate him a bit more than I do Buster.

 

From Sloman’s I walked clear down to Barlow’s on West Chicago St. to see about borrowing money to go away to school on.  I came away from there with just as much money as I went in there with.  A year from today he would be more willing to talk with me.  I suppose Papa is right.  No one will loan money to a girl – but then – the Shoe Factory stands just two blocks away with a pay-night every two weeks as long as I stay there.

 

 

 

Friday, July 22

 

“Noble souls, through dust and heat,

Rise from disaster and defeat

            The stronger,

And conscious still of the divine

Within them, lie on earth supine

            No longer.”

 

Shoe Factory today.  Mr. Tappan is still on a vacation and the rest of us aren’t being killed with work.  I finished mine before four o’clock today.  Carl McQueen brought us in a second treat today because he was married recently.

 

Yesterday morning we girls were reading a book with fool things in it and among them it told how anyone could tell whom they were going to marry.  Take seven slips of paper and on five of them write the names of five boys and on another “Stranger,” and the other one “Death.”  Then draw one every morning for seven days and if on the seventh day you  draw a boy’s name, that is the one you will marry.  If “Stranger” is the last one, that means you will marry a stranger.  If “Dearth” is the last one, that means you will die single.  Well, we fool girls made out seven slips a piece and commenced drawing them today.  In my envelope were the five names – Art Sloman, Ben Dean, John Champion, Ned Conover and Wilfred Roberts.  This morning I drew Art Sloman.  I would rather have him for the last one.  We made Neva out one, but all we put in it was “Cud Howe,: “Foot-ball Howe,” “See Howe,” “No-How,” “Some-Howe,” “Any Howe” and “Here’s Howe.”  She doesn’t know the joke, and this morning she drew “See Howe.”

 

I would really like to know if I shall ever marry.  I’ll tell you – if I do ever marry it would depend a great deal on who he was how many children I would like.  If I married Art Sloman (as I have said before) I would like six: Art, Maree, John, Paul, Bob and Marjorie.  If I married Ben Dean I would like four: - Esther, John, Arthur and Maree.

 

If (again) I married John Champion I would like eight please; as follows: John, Esther, Paul, Arthur, Marjorie, Bob, Wilfred and Maree.  Wouldn’t that be splendid?

 

If I married Ned Conover I wouldn’t have any children, because in the first place I would not marry him.  Oh, foolish, foolish Maree and things are always going contrary-like with me.

 

Tonight Esther S, Guy, Bessie Barnes, Hugh VanAken and “Ned” were coming down but Esther and Bessie went out in the country to their grandmother’s house today and when it was time to come in, it rained so hard that their grandfather wouldn’t bring them.  They ‘phoned to Hugh V to tell me that they weren’t in just the nicest kind of a mood about it.  Gee, I love Esther Sloman.  She is a perfect jewel.  Instead of seeing her tonight I went over to Floy’s and we discussed the prospects of going away to school next year.  She says I can do it if I want to.  Mamma and Papa say I can not.  I do wonder what the result will be.  Yet what fun would there be looking into the future?  Not any that I can see.

 

“A sweet remembrance keeps off age,

A tender friendship doeth still assuage

The burden of sorrow that one may know.”

 

Goodnight.

 

 

Saturday, July 23

 

Was at work today of course.  Finished figuring all the books at three o’clock today, and that was remarkable for a beginner – I thought.  Mr. Tappan came home today and I wish I might write so that it would be appreciated the sudden change which took hold of that Factory, when it was noised about that the “office Boy” had arrived.  He was very congenial today, so we would notice he had lost his mustache since he had been gone.  He needn’t have called attention to it, he looks like a different man.  Miss Tappan was down a few minutes this evening and she said he didn’t seem like “Brother Frank” at al.  He surely looks funny enough but of course we had to tell him we liked it.

 

Ruth F ‘phoned me this noon that Mr. Close was going to take her out to the lake with him tonight to stay until Monday.  Naturally, I was most awfully glad because I am to spend tomorrow at the Conover Cottage, which is next door to the Close’s.  I have been dreading the trip all the week, until she ‘phoned then, since then I’ve been trying to make up my mind I would like it.  I am not especially enthused yet, but let me tell you, it makes it “doubly easier” to go, knowing Ruth F is there.

 

A horrible accident occurred at Coldwater Lake today.  Audrine King was taken with cramps while diving and was drowned.  She was visiting here from Kansas and is only 21.  Esther S was well acquainted with her and she ‘phoned tonight that she and her mother are all worked up over it.  It surely is dreadful.

 

I was awfully tired tonight so I took a bath and felt the least bit rested.  I dusted my room tonight.  Mamma swept my room today a good thorough sweeping, but she didn’t dust.  She knew I wouldn’t want her molesting things.  It might be interesting to know that today was the first time Mamma ever had to sweep my room – since I’ve had one by myself.  My room surely looks nice tonight.

 

Well, now I shall go to the land of dreams and dreams of the “sweet” country life I shall enjoy tomorrow.  Never mind, if I am bored just for the present, some day I know things will turn out all right.  For proof, I am going to write a portion of the 27th Psalm.  See, if it isn’t the most comforting thing of anything:

 

Fret not thyself because of evil-doers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity: For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.  Trust in the Lord, and do good so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.  Delight thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.  Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in him and he shall bring it to pass.  And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noon day.  Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for him, fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass. Cease from anger and forsake wrath; fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.  For evildoers shall be cut off; but those that wait upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth.  For yet a little while and the wicked shall not be; yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.  But the meek shall  inherit the earth, and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.  The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.  The Lord shall laugh at him; for he seeth that his day is coming.  The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast  down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation.  Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.  A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked. For the arm of the Lord upholdeth the righteous.

 

That’s only a portion of it.  Read the rest.  (v.18)

 

 

Sunday, July 24

 

Was up at five-thirty this morning, reading matter.  Took it back to bed with me and read until eight.  At nine Ned came in from the lake after me and I was just eating breakfast.  When he came he said Mrs. Close wanted me to stay out all night with Ruth F.  We got out there about half-past nine.  Had a splendid time all day, tho’ ‘twas nothing compared to the time I’ve had at the same lake in previous years, or at Coldwater Lake just a few weeks ago. 

 

We sat around and read and visited, then walked up the beach and back, and cooled off in the wind, etc.  Ned isn’t Ben nor Art, and Ruth F isn’t like Esther S.  Was at Conover’s for dinner.  I ate my first meal with the Conover family.  Mrs. Edmonds and Mr. and Mrs. Conover are perfectly grand.  Mrs. Close invited Ned and I over there to lunch with Ruth F.  We had a dandy, too. 

 

This morning before Ned came in after me he went out in the sailboat and it was so rough he tipped over in the middle of the lake and had to swim over to Indian Point, towing the boat after him.  Ruth and I made up a limerick about it:

 

There was a young fellow named Ned,

And one Sunday morning he said:

“I take a sail,”

            But the wind blew a gale

And landed poor Ned on his head.”

 

Ned let Ruth and I read his diary today, and really, parts of it are really pathetic.  He would so like to have me like him.  It’s really too bad I can’t, yet I don’t want it.  Parts of it are as ridiculously funny, as the other parts are pathetic.  For instance, in one place in writing about me he said, “She’s enough to drive anybody crazy,,” and another place: “Shell be the death of me yet.”  Poor Ned.

 

 

Monday, July 25

 

Mr. Close and I came to work this morning from Morrison’s Lake.  It was the most splendid drive and his “Ford” is a dandy.  We went out to the lake again after work tonight.  Mrs. Close and Ruth had made some “Divinity” for us, but it wouldn’t harden so that called for another limerick:

 

There was a young lady named Ruth,

And she had an awfully sweet tooth,

            She made some candy,

            Which she thought would be dandy,

But it turned out like the “duth.”

 

Tonight Mr. and Mrs. Close and Ruth went out in the row-boat, and Ned and I in his canoe, and had a dandy ride, then we came back and Mr. and Mrs. Close and Ruth and Mr. and Mrs. Conover and Ned and Rebecca Woodward and Mary Yesner had a marshmallow roast.  We had a great pan of pop-corn too.  Having a dandy time.

 

 

Tuesday, July 26

 

Mr. Close’s Ford brought Mr. C and I in from the lake this A.M.  It is the most delightful ride every morning that, that I just envy Mr. Close the privilege of doing it all summer. 

 

Miss Snyder was at our house for dinner. 

 

Of course worked at the shop all day, then after work Mr. Close took me out to the lake again.  Mrs. Close and Ruth F had rowed over to the Narrows this A.M. and they were both horribly burned.  Ned started to row Ruth and I down to the Narrows this evening but it lightened so hard we didn’t dare go all the way.  We came back and went over to the boys’ camp and played “Strip Tunk” and roasted marshmallows with Rebecca Woodward, Mary Yesner, Anna “somebody” (visiting Howe’s), Howard and Paul Rupright, Leslie Woodward and Nan Vogt.  Rain interrupted that party, and Ruth and I went “home” and Ned tagged.  He stayed so long that Mrs. Close had to send him home.  He does make me so mad.  Why won’t he ever go home?

 

 

Wednesday, July 27

 

Mr. Close and I had a dandy ride in from the lake again this morning.  Worked of course.  At four Neva and I got off and went to a party at Steven’s, given for Gladys Faith.  There was a lot of invitations and I saw a lot of girls I havn’t seen since school let out.  I spent the evening at home, and the change seemed rather good.

 

 

Thursday, July 28

 

Worked today of course.  This P.M. Ruth F and Mrs. Close sent me down some water-lilies that they got last Tuesday forenoon out to the lake, and that Mr. Close and I made so much fun of.  Of course there was a note accompanying them. 

 

Here is a little token

These lilies fair and white.

Our hearts will both be broken

If you don’t receive them right.

 

We plucked them ‘purpose for you

Out where the lilies grow

We tho’t they’d sort of make up

For the candy, don’t you know.

 

This evening I had to recite over to the Catholic social.  I was a little slow getting dressed and mother was awfully provoked with me.  Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Sweeny, mother and I went together.  Let me tell you, if you want a welcome – a real reception – get out with the Irish to a social.  They are the best ever.  I had a fine time.  It was the first time I ever spoke at a Catholic affair, except to just a few over to Mrs. Alt’s one evening, so I could speak anything I wanted to.  I began with “The Ruggle’s’ Dinner Party,: then “The First Spot” and “Tit for Tat.”  The Regal Mandolin Club furnished the other entertainment for the evening. 

 

After the social I was invited over to Fred Mannerow’s to a small party for Marguerite Henning of Detroit.  I told Fred to have Ned come to his house and when I got through at the social I would come over and that I did not want Ned to come after me.  Well, Fred delivered the message all right,  but Ned never was known to mind his own business so when I got through visiting at the social I started for Fred’s and there stood Ned right on the edge of the Catholic lawn.  He never could mind unless I got at him like the dickens.  I jawed him but there is no telling how he’ll be the next time.

 

Had a dandy time over to Fred’s.  The other guests were Warner VanAken for Marguerite, Kate Burbank for Fred, Si Treat and Helen Evarts (of Detroit).  For refreshments we had ice-cream, nabiscoes and other wafers.  Didn’t get home until almost twelve.

 

 

Friday, July 29

 

Worked as usual.  This evening I invited down Ruth Fellows, Esther Sloman, Bessie Barnes (of Battle Creek) and Gladys Youngs (of Big Rapids).  About nine-thirty mother served ice-cream, some of her (most delicious) devil’s food, and nabiscoes.  Guy F and Hugh V came after Esther and Bessie.

 

 

Saturday, July 30

 

Worked today as usual.  The Hall Room boys havn’t bothered us quite so much today.  They are the freshest things ever, and I can’t bear them.  What made me so positively sick of them in the first place was the way Agnes and Vera flirted with them, and the cordial way they accepted a flirtation with two girls whom they never saw before.  One of them, Kelch, once in a while says something sensible to me, but I wouldn’t be alone with him ten minutes for ten dollars.  Both fellows look just what they are.  Today Barnes stood there babbling rot at me and I didn’t answer at all.  Finally he said, “You’re not mad at me are you, Miss Welch?”  I was so mad I yelled back, “Well, don’t get it into your head that I’m stuck on you.”  The other girls thought it awful of me to say it, but it worked – he has left me alone ever since.  Durn fool!

 

Neva quit today.  Gee!  I hated to have her.  I don’t care a rap about another person in that Factory except Miss. Hackenburg, Mrs. Hill and Mr. Close and they can’t very well take Neva’s place.

 

This evening Ruth F, Gladys Youngs and I went up town.  We visited all the soda fountains in town, and Bassett’s auction and then I was ready to come home.  Gladys and I took Ruth home, then I took Gladys to the store to meet Mr. and Mrs. Chandler, then I met Mother and Mrs. Titus and I waited for them to come home.  Mrs. Titus was as ready to come home as I was I guess, but Mother wasn’t.  We finally did hurry her along, though, and came home.

 

 

 


It is not the wall of stone without

That Makes the building small or great

But the soul’s light shining round about,

And the faith that overcometh doubt,

And the love that stronger is than hate.”

 

 

Sunday, July 31

 

This morning I didn’t intend to go to Church, but thought I would write a letter or two then go to Sunday–school.  Maude Corless came over tho’ and wanted Mamma to go to the Methodist Church with her because her cousin, Rev. Cooley, the Yipsi Norman pastor was going to preach there.  Mamma couldn’t go so she poked it off on me.  I didn’t want to a bit but I had to.  After I went I was never so thankful in my life that circumstances had been just as they were.  I never would have gone there of my own choice, and had I stayed home I would have missed on of the best things of my life.  His sermon was the best I ever heard.  He talked over an hour and a half and I wasn’t tired a bit.  He was fine. 

 

I went over to Sloman’s after S.S. (and by the way in Sunday school our Class had the banner class announced today and they were delighted.)  Bessie B, Esther and I visited quite a while, then Margaret and Bessie came piece with me and walked clear down here with me.  She and I are both stuck on married men – Hugh VanAken and Arthur Sloman.  Now isn’t it unfortunate?  I can’t help it, it’s Art’s own fault that I’m stuck on him.

 

Mamma and Papa and Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Loretta and Dorothy and Pete were eating when I came home.

 

This P.M. I don’t know what I did do.  I’ve accomplished nothing , I know that.  I read a very little, learned one page of “His Ingratitude,” made some fudge and after Mamma and Papa and the Browns went to Park Service I went over to see old Mrs. Kinney.  She surely can’t live much longer.  I brought Norah and Edward back with me and kept them about an hour.  Margaret is in Chicago and has been since the Fourth of July.  I just love those three Flynn kids to death. 

 

I spent almost the whole evening playing the piano.  Theron spent the evening fixing up an old violin which Elsa Gorman gave him.  Mamma and Papa went over to Flynn’s tonight.  I have just been reading Moore’s “Odes of Anacrean.”  They are the most fascinating reading.  In the time of Anacrean music and poetry were twin sisters and the poet always sang his own compositions to the lyre.  I hope I may finish reading them this week.

Monday, August 1

 

Went to the Factory as usual.  Missed Neva K over there today.  Arlene Snyder missed her awfully, too.  When I came home from the Factory tonight I found that an accident had occurred in the Welch family since noon.  For the last week or so, Theron has been running a neighborhood sand-bag here, and today the ladder fell over with him and sprained his write in such a way as to lay him up for a little while.  Dr. Stewart pulled the bones back into place for him.  With four paper-routes on his hands he is the least but nervous, too.  He has his own Reporter route and Walt Titus’s (Walt took both of those tonight), and he is also carrying an early morning route and a Sunday-paper route for a boy who is taking a vacation.  They are awfully long routes and Theron is the only boy in town who know the route so he thinks it’s up to him to carry his papers tomorrow morning even if he has to walk.  I feel so sorry for the little chap, but one dares not show sympathy to him, he is too tender-hearted.  I read to him out of “Heidi” tonight then brought him up to bed.  It does seem especially unfortunate that Theron should hurt himself the first day of a Carnival – for there is a “Carnival” in town this week.

 

John Champion brought me down one of his pictures tonight and he and I went uptown and looked things over.  We went into Bassett’s, too, and John bought a beautiful cameo at the auction.  It is perfectly beautiful and it only cost him $1.05.  He bought its mate last night for $.80.  They have pendant settings now – very antique.  He is going to give his mother the lady’s head for a pendant, but have the knight’s head put in a ring. 

 

Ned and Ruth F both want me to go to the Carnival with them tomorrow night.  Tomorrow night’s diary, alone, can tell what I did.

 

Dear, I do feel so sorry for Theron.  Here is a Bible passage which ought to be of comfort to anyone.  It is the 15th Chapter of John, and I am going to write some of it here and listen here Maree Welch, wherever you happen to be the next time you read these pages, get a Bible and read this Chapter for yourself.

 

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.  Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.  Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you.  Abide in me and I in you.  As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine, no more can ye, except ye abide in me.  I am the vine, ye are the branches.  He that abideth in me and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.  If a man abide not in me he is cast forth as a branch and is withered; and men gather them and cast them into the fire and they are burned.  If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will and it shall be done unto you.”

 

That isn’t all of it.  The rest is as beautiful as the first.

 

 

Tuesday, August 2

 

Mamma’s and Papa’s twenty-first wedding anniversary.  Just imagine being married 21 years.  It sounds like an awfully long time to me.  I wonder if I shall ever marry.  My fortune says I shall be an old maid, but if  not listen, of all the fellows I know I would rather marry Art Sloman.  If I do I want six children named, Marjorie, Donald, Billy, John, Maree and Bob.  If I married Ben Dean (second choice) I should want four children: Eleanor, Louis, Wilfred and Rachael.  John Champion would be third choice and I should want three children: Herbert, Margaret and Arthur.  If I marry someone whom I don’t know now I want three children: Helen, Arthur and Esther. ß For future reference.  Here is my ideal whom I have not yet met. 

 

Here is my ideal whom I have not yet met. – A physician, a tall – broad shouldered fellow with black hair and brown eyes and fair skin.  He must have a sister about my age and a younger brother about Theron’s age.  I prefer the honor of cutting out somebody else to get him.  I love the name of Clarence.  Find the man!

 

Now, for the present.  Worked at the shop.  Made out my first pay-roll today.

 

I have felt so sorry for Theron today  Because no one else knew his morning route he had to walk around it this A.M.  He was pretty near all in for the rest of the day.  Papa took him to the Carnival this evening.

 

Ruth F and her cousin Bryan Crane and Ned and I went to the Carnival together tonight and I never had such a stupid time at a Carnival.  It was wretched.  Both boys are Its.”  Ruth and I intend to go alone tomorrow night.  We watched the kids in the roulette a while and I laughed so hard – I cried.

 

Saw Edna and Art sitting on Sloman’s porch as we came along.  Gee, I’m envious of Edna Walker.  She is “me rival.”  Dog-gone-her!

 

Esther S called me up tonight to inquire about Theron and she said she fainted away this P.M.  She is all the time doing that.

 

Well, it is almost bed-time I should judge (11:15).

 

“Storms do not rend the sail that is furled;

Nor like a dead leaf, tossed and whirled

In an eddy of wind, is the anchored soul.”

 

 

Wednesday, August 3

 

Whistle  blew as usual and I marched.  Mrs. Fellow ‘phoned early this morning and wants me to stay down there next week while the rest of our family are at Coldwater Lake with the Hickey’s.  Mamma had been unusually ill-tempered today at the whole family.  Can’t imagine why because it seems as if everyone has put himself out to be particular about her.

 

Last night I told Ned that I was going with Ruth F tonight, then after work tonight he ‘phoned and said he was going to stay in.  I told him that didn’t make any difference, I was going with Ruth F and I did.  The boys were so blooming tight last night, that we made up our minds we would have a good time this time.  We went to see Trixy, the woman who is so fat, and we saw Mr. Kelch in there flirting with her.  We went to the “Roulette” too and almost died laughing.  Bessie Barnes stayed on alone an awfully long time.  Saw Art and Edna together again tonight.  Gee, I envy Edna Walker.  I think she’s the only person I envy on earth.  Ruth and I have eaten everything tonight – sundaes, phosphates, bars, chocolate and everything.

 

Theron was up again tonight but the poor little chap can’t half enjoy himself.  I got him to come home with me and told him where to meet me and Ruth and I went there (at Collin’s and Lockwood’s corner) and Ned was there, too.  Ruth and I had a lot of fun flirting with Charlie Lytle and Help Sloman but Ned still “stuck around.”  Had a perfect circus. 

 

Ned came home with Theron and me and gave me a pound box of chocolates.  I can’t bear him tho’.  I want Art Sloman.

 

I bathed Theron’s lame arm with liniment tonight before we came upstairs.  Dear, I love that little fellow.  Just think, past thirteen all ready.

 

Had a dandy visit with Esther tonight but Ruth began to pout so Esther and I had to “cut-out” our conversation.

 

 

Thursday, August 4

 

Shoe Factory!  Mr. Tappan was at the lake this P.M. AND THE OFFICE HELP HAD A PRETTY GOOD TIME.

 

After Work Ned phoned that he guessed he would stay in for Saturday night instead of tonight.  (I gave him his choice of nights.)  Then after that Ruth F ‘phoned that she had to go with her cousin, Bryan Crane (of Rochester).  She was as disappointed as I was.  I decided then I wouldn’t go, until Omar came along and Mamma told him I wasn’t going and he said he was coming down then.  I made up my mind I would go to the Carnival with Mother.  I went.  She and Mary Yesner and Rebecca Woodward and I went to see Mazeppa, the trained horse, then Mother and Dad and I went to the Roulette and stayed an hour then we saw the man walk up the spiral on a ball then we came home.  Had a dandy time tonight. Ruth Parker, Hazel Bennett and I are going to try to get up nerve enough to go on the Roulette.

 

I do feel sorry for Theron.  The Roulette is such a temptation for him and he can’t even step on it on account of his arm.  Poor little chap.

 

 

Friday, August 5

 

Shoe Factory!!!  Had my books all figured by two o’clock today.  Gee, I was tickled.

 

Ruth F was invited to Bronson to a party this afternoon.  I went around to her house this evening and waited until she came in on the eight o’clock then she, Mrs. Fellows, Mrs. Pierce and I went up to the Carnival.  Mrs. Pierce had started to take us the round of the shows.  We began with Sibleys and while in there Rufus Osborn ran across us and wanted us to go with him.  We went with him then and lost (?) the women.  In the course of our travels we went into Bassett’s auction and ran on to John Champion and Ned.  Ned wanted to go with us but I told him he couldn’t.  I told him one fellow was enough and he left us.  I am rather stuck on Rufus now. 

 

Ruth finally went with her mother, then Rufus and I hunted all over for Earle Shedd.  (He and Rufus came over together.)  We wanted to tell him that Rufus would be at our house when he went along.  We couldn’t find him through so Rufus left word at the livery barn that when Earle called for his horse they should tell him Rufus was at our house.  Then Rufus and I came down to our house and sat on the side porch half an hour or longer waiting for Earle, and then Rufus went back up town looking for Earle.  We had a splendid visit tonight. 

 

Ben and Rufus don’t like each other a bit, yet one reminds me always of the other.  They act exactly alike and even look much alike.  Ruth and Ned both spoke of it, too.  I hope that I shall see Rufus soon again.  He is right.

 

Grandma came today so I have the pleasure of sleeping with her tonight.  Darn!

 

 

Saturday, August 6

 

Shoe Factory!  The packing-room, salesmen and officers were the only ones who worked this afternoon.

 

I ‘phoned Ned this noon that he needn’t come after me this evening because I didn’t believe I would be home, but I told him he would probably see me up town.  Well, I went around after Ruth F and she and I went up town.  We saw Ned in front of the “Plantation” so we went in the Roulette until he had gone along.  Then we started down the street, wondering where we could go and not find him and we met Ned and Warner V right in front of Collins and Lockwood.  We told Ned it was too early to go with him then and for him to go on with Warner a while, so he went.

 

We went to Bassett’s auction a minute or two, to little Nick’s after sundaes, to Basie’s after banana short-cakes, and Olive T and Ford C came in there and sat at our table and Ford paid for our short cakes.  Ruth and I bought some bars then and went to the Happy Hour. 

 

It was about half-past ten when we came out of there and we walked down the street and ran on to Ned.  Now maybe he wasn’t mad.  He was just as ugly as he could be and he commenced with: “Well, what do you think I am?  I’ve walked the streets ever since half-past seven looking for you.  Funny, nobody’s seen you.”  Well, I laughed at him and I said, “Now Ruth, if you want to see Ned mad, here’s your chance.  You’d better look  because you may never have another opportunity.”  I made all sorts of fun of him for being so cross and I said finally , “Well, we’re going to start out and look for our mothers, are you going with us, or are you going to stand here?”  His jaw was set as stiff as possible and he looked anywhere and everywhere so as not to meet Maree’s glances, then he said,” I am going to stay here.”  We said that would be all right, and left him.  We left him at Dorrance’s corner and met Rufus Osborn in front of Simon’s.  We were awfully surprised because we didn’t know he was in town.  Dr. Hodges and Clara and Mr. and Mrs. Osborn and Rufus were over in Dr. Hodge’s auto.  He wanted to go along with us and we were mighty glad to have him.

 

 

Sunday, August 7

 

There is no Church at our Church this month so I can’t write “Went to Church and S.S.”  Mamma and Papa and Theron went out to the lake with Hickeys this morning.  This afternoon I went down to Fellow’s and commenced my week of boarding out.  Saw Mary Dorrance on the way and she gave me one of her pictures and walked over to Ruth’s with me and stayed there part of the afternoon.

 

I almost forgot to mention a ridiculous thing that happened today.  “Ned” (you might have known it was he  who was ridiculous) called me up this A.M. sort of apologizing for acting like “he” did last night.  Har! Har!  Isn’t that the limit?  Why didn’t he stick it out when he had such a splendid start.

 

Ruth and took a long walk this evening.

 

 

Monday, August 8

 

Am staying with Ruth F now.  At least I am taking my meals there, but I am “staying” at the Shoe Factory most of the time. 

 

This evening Gladys Youngs, Ruth F and I went up town.  I went over to Parrish’s to take one of my little beauty pins to have fixed, and while in there I bought a sterling silver nail file for forty-five cents.  It is an awfully pretty one.

 

From there I went over to Clarke’s and bought me a chamois skin for a nickel, then we went up to Bassett’s auction and imbued ourselves with the “Spirit Auction” by buying prize packages.  I bought a prize package and I had a pair of cuff buttons about an inch in diameter with a big “G” on it. 

 

Guy Finch came in just about then and I made him think I had bought the buttons for him so he bought one for me – a gold pencil, which Mr. Bassett discovered was broken and gave me back “my” money.  We went down to Baize’s then and had some drinks.  I had that chamois skin in my hand all done up and I asked Herb Tracy how much he would give for it and he offered me a nickel and I sold it.  Maybe he didn’t laugh. 

 

I was over to Mrs. Chandler’s to supper tonight with Gladys.

 

 

Tuesday, August 9

 

AM spending my time at the Factory, at Fellow’s and elsewhere.  Floy invited me there for dinner for Mother and Dad are out to Coldwater Lake with the Hickeys.  I was at Fellow’s for breakfast and supper.  This evening Mrs. W Chandler gave a party for her cousin Gladys Young.  Those invited were Esther Sloman and Guy Finch, Bessie Barnes and Warner VanAken, Jennie Smallshaw and Hugh VanAken, John Vogt, Omar Ebenhack, Carl Lueddens, Ruth F and I.  The first six went together and I had promised Omar that Ruth and I would wait until he and John came along and Ruth had told Earl we would wait for him so we had to wait for the three boys.  We played “Hears” over to Chandler’s.  Ruth F won the lady’s head prize and Hugh Vanaken, the gentleman’s and Bessie and Warner won the boobies.  Ruth’s was a Shakespeare’s birthday book and Hugh’s a deck of cards.

 

Mrs. Chandler served chocolate ice-cream, devil’s food and angel food.  After that the whole bunch of us went up to Mrs. Rae’s Assembly and danced until midnight.  Had a dandy time.  Mr. Barnes (Mr. Tappan’s salesman) was u there and I danced with him.)  He is dandy, too.

 

 

Wednesday, August 10

 

She Factory and Fellows’.  Got my own dinner at home.  Mother and Father and Theron are at Coldwater Lake with the Hickeys.  Ned is in Chicago with his mother and father attending the Knight Templar’s doing.  Ruth and I have had a card from him every day.

 

After supper tonight Ruth and I set Mac and Lytton to work decorating the veranda with lanterns and pillows while she and I dressed a party.  The girls who were there were Bernice Phinney, Hazel Bennett, Eunice Hatch, Frances Ball, Ruth Parker and marry Dorrance.  We served home made ice-cream and devil’s food.  Had a real good time.

 

 

Thursday, August 11

 

It was a little tough to get up this morning after being up quite late last evening but Mrs. Fellows, Ruth and I managed some way.  Was to work on time, too.  Mr. Kelch got awfully mad at Vera F today and swore at her like the dickens.

 

This evening Ruth and I went up town.  Among our “errands” we had to go to the Happy Hour.  Mr. and Mrs. Klug and Mr. Roseman were there.  We stopped at Sloman’s a few minutes on the way home tonight and scared Mrs. Sloman, Esther, Margaret and Bessie almost to death.

 

I walked home from work tonight with Mr. Barnes and Mr. Kelch.

 

 

Friday, August 12

 

Fellows!  Shoe Factory!  That first word does not pertain to any fellows, but must always be spelled with a capital “F,” meaning the sir name.  I was invited to a tea party tonight at Sloman’s and I wanted to go home early awfully bad, but I couldn’t get up courage to ask until almost five, then I went down to Mr. Tappan’s private office and I said, “Mr. Tappan, may I go home now” and he said, “Yes, my dear, if your work is done.”  I might have known he would have been nice about it but I didn’t.

 

We played a fierce joke on Vera over to the shop this afternoon.  I wrote a note which looked something like this:

 

[very different handwriting]

 

Miss Filkins: - I wish to apologize for the language I used to you yesterday, but still I say you should not have “butted in”.   Jeff

 

and put it on her desk when she wasn’t in the room.  She thinks it was from Mr. Kelch and she made up with him and acted as slushy to him as ever because of it.  We put Mr. Kelch wise and we are having all kinds of fun at Vera’s expense.  Gee, she’s easy.

 

Well, I left the shop early as I said before and went down to Mrs. Fellow’s and put on my banquet dress and went to the tea-party.  The girls were Esther, Bessie Barnes, Ruth Fellows, Dorothy Fletcher, Jennie Smallshaw, Edna Walker, Dorothy Bacon and myself.  The stunt on my place card said, “An original poem for the occasion.”  For supper we had hot veal loaf with tomato sauce, mashed potatoes, hot buns, olives, cucumbers, jelly, iced tea.  (Wait a minute.  I made a mistake.  This was the second course.)  The first course was sliced pineapple and oranges and maraschino cherries.  Then the third course was Jerusalem pudding and nabiscoes.

 

This evening Guy Finch, Warner VanAken, John Vogt, Howard Rupright, Hugh VanAken, Art Sloman, Howard Osborn and John Champion came.  We surely had a dandy time.  We sang and raised the dickens and Esther had a guessing game fixed up and the head prizes were given to Ruth Fellows (a china cup and saucer) and Warner VanAken (a box of stationery) and Howard Osborn and Dorothy Fletcher each received a bottle of “Catch-up.”  Late this evening they served raspberry ice, angel food and devils food cake.

 

Mamma and Papa came home tonight but I staid all night with Ruth F.  John V took Ruth home and John C went with me.  Sloman’s is surely a dandy place to be entertained.

 

 

Saturday, August, 13

 

Got up real early this morning about a quarter past five and told Mrs. Fellows not to get up because I was coming home for breakfast.  I was home at six o’clock.  Hadn’t seen Mamma and Papa and Pete the week until this morning.

 

Went to work of course.  We are still all laughing at the joke on Vera.  Mr. Roseman left this forenoon.  Gee, I hated to have him go.  He is just splendid, a confirmed old “back” and so can be depended on.  Mr. Barnes and Mrs. Kelch left this afternoon, too.  We still have Mr. Klug and Mr. Deem with us.

 

Ruth F and I intended to go up town together tonight but she ‘phoned at supper time that she had a sick headache and couldn’t go.

 

Ned came down about supper time.  He just came home from Chicago last night.  I hadn’t seen him since a week ago tonight.  He called me up Sunday tho’’ and sent me a card every day but Friday since he’s been hone.  He wanted to come back and go up town with me and I said he could, and when he came back he gave me a dandy leather Kodak album that he brought me from Chicago.  We went up to the library, into Basie’s after sundaes and bars and walked up to the Sale and looked in and came home and Mamma, Theron, Ned and I played whist.  Mamma told Ned he had to go home at a quarter past ten but he didn’t go until eleven.

 

 

Sunday, August 14

 

This morning at six Dad called Theron because he has to make that early train for his Sunday-paper route.  I was so wide awake I thought I would read a while and read myself to sleep, so I crawled out of bed and got “the Wild Olive” and read until eight then I went to sleep and slept until half-past nine. 

 

After breakfast I gathered up my dirty clothes; read Longfellow’s “Reaper and the Flowers,” “the Light of Stars,” “Footsteps of Angels,” and “Flowers;” addressed post-cards to Harold Johnson, Geneva Palmatier and Helen Trotter; read a chapter in “The Brass Bowl,” gathered up some material for a memory book; did up some photos for Esther White, Miss Bassett and Miriam Bradley; and took down every single thing on my walls and dusted them. 

 

Margaret Flynn was over here quite a while with me.  Ned came at five.  He brought me a box of “Dolly Varden Chocolates” – a box he won the last night of the Carnival when Ruth F and I were trotting around with Rufus.  Ned and I walked over to Flynn’s a minute but didn’t stay because Mrs. Kinney is so very ill. 

 

It is really amusing to see what a case Margaret has on Ned.  She is simply batty over him and she is crazy to have one of Ned’s pictures.  She will be 9 the 31st of this month and Ned told me he would give her one for her  birthday present.

A

This evening Ned and I walked down to Ruth F’s to look at her “Memory Book.”

 

I sent Ned home at prompt nine tonight.

 

 

Monday, August 15

 

We were all up early this morning.  Mamma and I had eaten our breakfast, of course Papa had gone to work and Theron to that early train after his papers, and I was coming home from Whaley’s on an errand for Mamma when I met Omar E just going over to breakfast. 

Had an awfully lot to do in the office today and Agnes wouldn’t help me  because she wanted to see if I could do it alone. 

 

I received a postal from Gladys Young today.

 

I was just dead tired after work and had half a mind to go to bed then I thought I would read “The Brass Bowl” a few minutes and while I was doing that Ruth F ‘phoned and wanted me to go up town with her and I went.  One the way over there I stopped at Sloman’s to day “Goodbye,” because they are going to the lake again tomorrow to stay a while.  Saw Art just to speak to him. 

 

Tonight Ruth and I went to Parrish’s to get a couple of spoons she left there to  be marked, then we went to little Nick’s but he was just out of cream so we went to Fox’s and from there (after a cherry sundae) we went over to Basie’s.  We were starting home and we met Papa and we were walking along and met Mac F, Theron, Walt S, and Lytton G all bound for the Happy Hour, so Papa bought tickets for Ruth and me and we went, too and had to parade almost to the front seat with those four boys.  We saw Omar E, Ned and John V and how they laughed at us with our brigade.  Theron was just dead tired when we came out of there. 

 

Mamma and Papa are over to Flynn’s now sitting up with Mrs. Kinney until midnight. 

 

Word came to Coldwater today that Johnny Parker is married.  Har! Har!

 

 

Tuesday, August 16

 

Got up with a beastly headache, but went to work just the same but came home a bout half-past ten for the rest of the day.  After dinner I undressed entirely and came up to bed. 

 

Aunt Edith brought grandma and Pearle and Arlene and Charles down and I dressed and went downstairs.  They were all here for supper and will be here all night.  As if there weren’t enough with Pearle and the two kids without Grandma sticking along.  She makes me tired.

 

I got a postal from Detroit today from John Champion who is visiting there.  The Sloman’s went to Coldwater lake today.

 

 

Wednesday, August 17

 

Shoe Factory!  Grandma, Pearle, Charles and Arlene were here for breakfast but went over to Uncle Grant Gresley before noon.  I had a postal from Harold Johnson today and Mamma had a ‘phone message from Mrs. Johnson this afternoon saying Mrs. Johnson and three others ( don’t know which three) would be here for dinner tomorrow.

 

The Welch’s are discussing a question of great moment at present.  It is concerning Maree’s going to school.  Floy has asked Mamma and Papa if I can go back to Rochester, N.Y> with her this fall and go to school.  Now here is the case as it stands, pro and con.  Floy and a Miss Sheffield – both confirmed old maids live in Rochester and Floy teaches in the training school there.  Floy and this lady have agreed that, should I come to Rochester, I could have a room in their home free of charge (including heating and lighting) and I could share a third of the weekly board bill – that is, grocery bill.  I would also share a third of the work, would have to do my own washing and I would have to go next month and not come home until school  closed next June .  That means 40 weeks away from home for two years.  That’s the part that causes Maree to hesitate.  Mother and Father are both willing I should go if I want to but I don’t know whether I could ever stand it or not.  It sounds awful to me now and I wonder if I am sandy enough to stand it.  I tell you forty weeks is a long while for a starter.  Mamma and Papa are continually pointing out the blue side of the case, but if I thought I could stand it, I would take it up good and quick.  I is an opportunity I shall be foolish to miss it.  I wish I knew how it will turn out.

 

 

Thursday, August 18

 

Shoe Factory all day.  We expected Mrs. Bray Johnson, Mrs. Fred Johnson and Belle and Bess today but only the two Mrs. Johnsons came.  They took Mamma driving all the afternoon, and didn’t get home until nearly seven.  I showed them all my Commencement things and gave Mrs. Bray Johnson (Aunt Zeeba) one of my Commencement pictures. 

 

I received another Commencement present today, too.  Pearle Anthony has a waste-basket sent down to me.  It is a very pretty one too.  It is the one thing I really needed for my room.

 

Well, tonight Ned and I made our second trip to “The Three Twins.”  The play itself was fine but tonight I feel bluer than I have for weeks.  Ben Dean was over tonight.  I didn’t see him but innumerable others did and told me.  I would give him all ideas of college if Ben Dean could only love me again.  I would willingly go with him – ever farther than Rochester, leaving behind my chafing-dish, Kodak, fountain pen, pendant, Kodak albums, and in fact every single thing Ned Conover ever gave me.  I sometimes believe that the suffering I endure in having Ben Dean hate me while I love him so madly is my punishment for not liking Ned Conover.  I can’t help it.  I believe I would like Ned if it were possible.  I can’t tell because I can’t even imagine being in love with Ned.

 

Tonight I am almost determined to go to Rochester.  Of course I should be homesick but oh, I believe I will have to do something to help me forget myself.  I have too much time to think – over in the office.

 

 

Friday, August 19

 

Shoe Factory!  Agnes began the day by telling me that Ben Dean sat directly in front of her last night, and she said he looked just splendid and things like that until I got “so blue dat de blue shone through and a blue black coon’s a sight.”  I was awfully late with my books this P.M. because I simply could not settle my mind on my work.  Jennie Filkins was over to the shop this afternoon.

 

Mamma sewed for Neva all day today.  I got dinner of course.  Theron was over to the office with me a few minutes today.

 

I received a postal from Mim Bradley today from Portland, Oregon.

 

This evening I cleaned up a little bit and went around after Ruth F and she and I went up to the Happy Hour then over to Basie’s.  Ned was in there and he wanted to stick around but I wouldn’t let him.

 

From there Ruth went as far as corner of Harrison and Clay with me then she went home and I went over to the Catholic Social.  Mamma and Papa were there with Mr. and Mrs. Sweeny and they all went over to Sweeny’s before Papa and I came home.  I was with the Covey’s, Rose, Steffaniak and Florine Kane and a bunch of other Catholic girls tonight.  I had just a splendid time, too.

 

P.S. Today was pay-day.

 

 

Saturday, August 20

 

Shoe Factory!  I received a postal from Hazel B today and she seems to be pretty homesick.  Imagine what I should be in Rochester without our family as she has, and then not even the privilege of coming home for forty weeks. 

 

This evening I went up town early intending to do the errands I had to do early, then to go over to Ruth F’s to say “Goodbye” because she leaves Decatur, Ill. Tomorrow for a visit.

 

Well, I went into Reed’s and bought a new diary and some post cards then I met Mother and she wanted me to go around with her, so I was with Mamma, Elsa G and Mrs. Chandler the rest of the evening.  We were at Milnes’ a while, then sat in front of Chandler’s store almost all the rest of the evening.

 

Mr. Deem took me over to little Nick’s and  bought me a box of candy.  As Mamma and I left the girls to go home we saw Ned and Mamma told him he might go with us.  I was mad and tried to send him aback but Mothers insisted he could come if he wanted to.  I had to send him home when he did go.

 

 

Sunday, August 21

 

In some respects I’ve put in a pretty good day today.  I wrote a postal to Mrs. Johnson and letters to Miss Snyder, Hazel Bennett and Emily Vanderhoof.  I owe a lot more letters and postals which shall all be written later. 

 

Oh how I would love to go to Kazoo this year.  That was a funny place to stick that in but it’s the thought that has been uppermost in my mind all day.  I never wanted but one thing more in my life.  But that’s not saying what I did today.

 

After dinner I walked down to Ruth Parker’s then she came home with me and stayed until after Ned came.  Ned brought me a box of candy and a whole lot of the copies of our Class picture.  The Flynn kids were over here a few minutes.

 

When Mamma came home she made a rarebit for lunch.  It was great, too.

 

This afternoon I have been looking up stuff for a memory book.  I have just loads of stuff.

 

Well, wishing again and again that I could go to Kazoo this fall.  Why can’t it be so?

 

 

Monday, August 22

 

Shoe Factory!  Bertha Stewart began work in our office today and it has been somewhat more quiet up there.

 

This noon when I came home I found the finest picture of Ethel Johns here, you ever saw.  It was just splendid.

 

I was so tired tonight that I took a bath and changed all my clothes and intended to read “Ladies’ Home Journal” all the evening.  Mamma went over to Flynn’s and Theron was down to Gamble’s playing so I went over to the store after candy, came back and settled down for solid comfort.  When Papa came home, tho’, I went over to Flynn’s in his place and stayed and visited with Mr. and Mrs. Flynn, and John Kinney and his wife and Him, and Mamma and Mrs. Flanders until almost half-past ten.  Mrs. Kinney is very low now and one can’t imagine how she can live another night.  The Flynn’s and Kinney’s are all about the finest people I know tho.”  I just love the whole bunch.  Jim brought me home after ten and Papa went back with him and there’s no telling what time they’ll come home.

 

 

Tuesday, August 23

 

[New Book]

 

This is a book that Theron used in the fifth grade and I want to keep it so I guess I’ll put my “doings” in the few blank pages.  It seems to have a very inspiring beginning (that is, the beginning Theron made.”  [A picture of Abraham Lincoln]

 

As for myself I have been visiting with Vera Filkins, Bertha Stewart and Agnes Fellers at Tappan Shoe Factory almost all day.

 

At the Welch’s dinner and supper-table, “Rochester” was the chief topic discussed, and after supper I went over to Floy’s and talked it with her about an hour on the subject.  As yet there is no difficult conclusion,  but I suppose I won’t go.  Every day I grow less and less enthusiastic.

 

After I came home from there Theron and I ate walnuts until Papa came, then he and Mamma went over to Flynn’s and Theron went over to the Grocery and  bought each of us a  bottle of pop then he and I washed and wiped the supper dishes.  He was cleaned  up himself and was just getting ready to  blow soap-bubbles from the same suds when Mamma and Papa came.

 

When we came upstairs to bed I came up first and when Theron came Mamma sent up my clean clothes by him.  Well, I don’t know why – whether it was to be cute or whether it was purely accidental or what – but when Theron got as far as my room, my clothes were scattered all the way upstairs and through his room.  I was just foolish and tired enough to get provoked at a little thing like that and I said quite a little while I was picking them up,  but Theron more than got even with me.  He promptly took my wash-bowl and pitcher, and soap and wash cloth and nail brush, which I have been having on the commode in his room, and set them down in my room on the floor just inside the door, and then added to that he wouldn’t let me “kiss him Goodnight.”  He knows that is a real punishment.  Anyway, I waited until he was asleep and then I went in and kissed him.

 

 

Wednesday, August 24

 

Shoe Factory.  Wonder if in years to come I shall ever read over these pages and have forgotten what work I did in that old brick on the corner of Abbott and Hudson.  Here is my work.  I figure all the pieceworkers’ books in the shop, and that takes me until two o’clock generally, (today it took me until about three,  then I figure the cutter slips and record them on loss and gain and pair sheets, and in a big record book, and I record tickets (rush orders as fast as they come up) up and down stairs, make out the pay-roll for all the piece-workers, make a cutters’ report for Mr. Tappan, a stock report for Mr. Close; and beside those things a hundred others until that half-past five whistle  blows.

 

Tonight when I came home the Flynn kids were here.  Edward came to meet me and Margaret and Norah were here.  Margaret and Norah went home but Edward stayed for supper.  He is the dearest little fellow ever.  Mamma and Papa like him as well as I do.  I hope sometimes I can “come home” and bring Ben Dean’s and my children.  There would be four (if Ben only loved me).  There should be first: Dorothy, Edward, Arthur and Maree.  Dorothy, Edward and Maree should be brown-eyed like Ben, but poor little Arthur should have to resemble his mother. 

 

Well, to come back to real life – Edward.  He surely did say the cutest things.  He always says he is going to marry me, and today he said that he would have to go home nights and sleep with his mother.  Finally, I took Theron’s wheel and took him home on it and stayed over there until about seven.  Jim Kinney is just dandy.

 

Mamma was about as tired as Theron tonight and you won’t wonder at it the least but in the world when I tell what she did today.  She baked brown bread, two cakes, nine dozen fried-cakes, about as many cookies, and a lemon pie and a custard-pie and sold all but a few cookies, a half dozen fried-cakes, the custard pie and one loaf of brown bread.

 

 

Thursday, August 25

 

The Factory closed down today because of young  Buffalo Bill and let me tell you I put in a full day at home.  I was never so thankful for a rest in my life.  I did rest, too.  Didn’t get up until nine o’clock and then Mamma and I decided we would do the breakfast dishes along with the dinner ones.  Mamma and I have just had a splendid time all day doing nothing but visiting. 

 

I received two letters today – one from Ruth Fellows who is visiting in Decatur, Ill., and one from Hazel Bennett from Kalamazoo telling me I could room with them if I came to Kalamazoo this year.  How I do wish I could go!  I ordered a Commencement book over the ‘phone today.  It will cost me three dollars and one half but I believe it is worth it.  I looked up loads of stuff for it today.  Today, too, I have read “The Courtship of Miles Standish.”  How I do love that.  I never read it before tho’ when I could feel with John Alden: “All is clear to me now; I feel it, I see it distinctly!  This is the hand of the Lord; it is laid upon me in anger, For I have followed too much the hearts desires and devices.”

 

I should be so happy though.  I have everything in the world I could ask for – except – the love of a man whom I worship.  It is almost past my own belief that I could care for one man as I do for Ben Dean.  Dear old Ben!  I am sure the happiest days of my life were spent in his love.  Even as I look at his picture here now – the eyes which seem to be looking at me lovingly, longingly, pleadingly – seemed to have changed and I see him looking at me with revenge and scorn in his glance, even a sarcastic smile.  I have grown to dislike the picture.  It reminds me of the new Ben.  I loved the old Ben Dean, the one who loved me, wanted me for his wife, talked to me of being a mother, the one who understood me as no man ever shall again.  There is a quotation: “Love is the Holy Ghost within; Hate the unpardonable sin.”

 

Days of past must be forgotten, the future looked forward to with hopes, but the present must be lived.

 

Theron spent almost his entire day at the Barnes – every minute except when he was delivering his papers.

 

This evening Mamma and Papa went to the “Girl from Home” with Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Mr. and Mrs. Butram or Kip (I don’t know which).  Theron spent almost the entire evening handing out circulars (with hopes of earning a watch for his labor.)

 

 

Friday, August 26

 

Shoe Factory.  Neva was over to the Factory quite a while this afternoon.  Was good and glad to see her, too.  We had a dandy time too.  Today I received four post-cards – one from Pearle Anthony, one from Skinny Keeslar (at Coldwater Lake foot ball camp) the Omar and John each sent me one from Lansing yesterday.  I mailed a letter to Vanessa Perry today and a photo to Mildred Roberts.

 

Ned honed this noon and said we could go to Johnson’s a week from Sunday.  I do want to go to Johnson’s but I’m not particular about going with him.  I’d rather not – and Ben right in town.  After he had told me that he asked if he might come down tonight; he knew I wouldn’t have the nerve to say “No” to that.  I said, “Well, if you’ll go home early.”  He came and brought me a box of “Maraschino cherries.”  He, Theron and I played “solitaire and something else (I can’t spell it).  I sent Ned home at nine-thirty.

 

I ‘phoned Mrs. Fellows tonight to tell her I had a letter from Ruth yesterday and Mrs. F and I made plans to go to the “Happy Hour” together tomorrow night.

 

 

Saturday, August 27

 

I had business at the Shoe Factory today which kept me away from home from half-past seven this morning until twelve, and again from one until five-thirty.  Today was Agnes’s last day before her vacation.

 

There was a postal here from Mrs. Johnson for me when I came home this noon.  I mailed one to Ruth F today.  She is visiting in Decatur, Ill.

 

Mamma baked an awfully lot today.  She sold six cakes, ten dozen fried-cakes, six or eight loaves of bread and a lemon-pie.  Isn’t that the limit?

 

This evening I had a date with Mrs. Fellows.  I went up after her and we went to the library.  I got “The Brass Bowl” and “The Inner Shrine,” then we looked around in Milnes’ new department a while, then to the Happy Hour, Little Nick’s and home.  Mrs. Fellows and Mac came as far as corner of Marshall and Montgomery with me.  Mrs. Fellows and I had a splendid time this evening.  I started a letter to Ruth F over to the shop today.

 

Elsa G, Mrs. Chandler and Floy H were here when I came home but only stayed a few minutes after I came.

 

Theron was just dead tired tonight again.  Poor kid, he has to get up so early in the morning.

 

 

Sunday, August 28

 

No Church at our Church this month so I interpret that (when I have a lot of work to do) that it means the Sabbath need not be strictly observed.  I cleaned my room.  That is, I swept both rooms upstairs and washed the  floors in both rooms and everything is dusted except my desk and part of the things on my bureau.  I was right that far when Mrs. Kelly, Alice Bitz and Florine Kane stopped and I stopped work to visit with them and while they were here Neva K and Cud H came and they stayed until Ned came at half-past five so I didn’t get a chance to change my dress all day.

 

Florine went about half-past six I guess and about seven Neva, Cud, Ned and I decided to go down to Neva’s to lunch.  So I came upstairs and put on my Junior dress and we went down there.  Came home a bout half-past nine from there. 

 

Dear!  Mar. and Mrs. Kennedy put up continual kick because Neva is with cud so much (they don’t like Cud) and Mamma and Papa put equal kick because I don’t want to be with Ned as much as they want to too.  This surely is a funny old world, isn’t it?

 

Before we went down to Neva’s tonight she played the piano a long time.  There’s something strange about it but whenever Neva plays for quite a while I always get to thinking of Ben.  Oh, I am so homesick for him (if I may call it homesickness).  “If I Had the Word to Give to You,” “Cuddle Up a Little Closer,” “You Are All the World to Me,” “Goodnight my Sweetheart” and “Tonight Will Never Come Again” all take me back  to Ben.

 

Tonight will never come again for you and me

Never will the same sweet moon shine on so tenderly

So love me while there’s time for love

A kiss and then

Good by, sweetheart,

Tonight will never come again.

 

If only I could go back one year I believe everything would be entirely different.  It may be wrong of me to write it but living it over again I would follow the dictations of my own heart and of no one else.  Happiness, I believe, is living.  For a whole year I have been wanting Ben Dean’s love more than anything else on earth.  Longfellow once wrote: “Faith wings the soul beyond the sky,

Up to that better world on high,

For which we wait.”

 

When we came home from Neva’s I sent Ned on home.  Alice Bitz was here and I sat up and visited with her until almost eleven o’clock.

 

 

Monday, August 29

 

Shoe Factory!  Agnes is on her vacation and I am running the shanty myself.

 

The Flynn’s took Mrs. Kinney to Columbia City today and Mamma was over there helping them all the morning.

 

There was a Beacon” here from Ethel Jones, and a postal from Ruth Fellows when I came home this noon.

 

This evening I intended to settle down to good solid comfort  by myself but Olive came down so of course I  visited with her until Ford came after her and took her home.  After that I read a little in the “Ladies’ Home Journal,” pasted a few pictures on my Kodak al bum, and wrote a letter to Addie Trotter. 

 

It is almost half past ten now, so I guess I’ll turn in.  This is surely a monotonous life.  No matter how much out of the unusual routine my day’s program is, still there is something lacking – in fact – until Ben Dean loves me again, everything is lacking. 

 

Forever his – Fegles

 

 

Tuesday, August 30

 

Shoe Factory.  Today was the Elk-Mason Game and as Mr. Tappan is both Elk and Mason he let off all the shop except the  Bottoming and Packing Room and the Offices and this P.M. he let the Bottoming Room go.  I was all through with my work by four o’clock so I wrote letters to Belle Johnson and Ruth Fellows and came home.  Alice Bitz and Florine Kane were here for supper and all the evening.  Ned ‘phoned at supper-time and wanted to come down and I said he could if he would go home at prompt nine and he said he would.  When he came he brought Mamma a sack of salted peanuts and me a box of candy.  Alice, Mamma, Ned and I played  cards until nine.

 

I received the dearest little letter from Helen Trotter today.  It is written just as cute as can be.  She is coming here to visit.  I can hardly wait until she comes.  It has been a little over a year since I’ve seen her.  I mailed a letter to Addie just this morning.  I love Helen just about as much as I could anybody.

 

 

Wednesday, August 31

 

Shoe Factory.  Miss Stewart and I didn’t have a thing to do after two o’clock this afternoon.  How’s that for a paying job?  I wrote letters to Esther Sloman, Bess Johnson and the Ebenhack girls.

 

Mr. Flynn and Grandma were at our house for supper tonight.  This evening Ned and I went to “A College Boy.”  It was the bummest thing I ever went to.  It was too silly to laugh at.  I felt it was wasting time to even sit and listen to it.  It was awful.  Edna W and Esther S were there.  I was surprised because I thought they were both at the lake.  Grandma is here for all night.

 

 

Thursday, September 1

 

Shoe Factory all day.  Then Miss Stewart asked me this noon if I wanted to go up to Dr. Stewart’s office this evening and address some envelopes for him.  There would be money in it and, miserly Maree wants all that she can get and then some, so I went up a quarter past six and stayed until half-past ten.  Bertha and I addressed envelopes, folded political circulars and put them in the envelopes and sealed them all this evening.  Am awfully awfully tired tonight. 

 

Received a postal from Agnes F and a letter from Vanessa Perry today.  Gee, but I’m tired.  Hervie Fisk wanted me to go riding tonight and positively insists that I go to Detroit with him next Sunday.  Isn’t this a ridiculous state of affairs?

 

 

Friday, September 2

 

Worked at Factory all day and this evening Bertha Stewart and I went down to the Dr.’s off ice again and it was eleven o’clock when I came home.  We worked for the Democratic clique all day and the “Republican Ring” all night. 

 

Today was pay-day at shop.  The “Republicans” havn’t declared dividends yet.

 

Today I received letters from Harold and Belle Johnson telling us to be sure to come over Sunday (Ned and I).  We are going.  Taa! La!

 

 

Saturday, September 3

 

Went to work today.  After twenty minutes of two today I didn’t have anything to do until Sophia Stander brought me up about fifty “Rush” tickets that I had to record.  I bought me a dandy pair of shoes over to the Shop today.  A pair of P3XM’s.  (Patent leather, women’s blucher, mat-top)  They were a four or four and a half-shoe and I bought them for $2.25.  Maybe that isn’t a skinch!

 

Hazel Boyer left the shop today.  She is a girl from Quincy who had been working here for the summer and is going to school this fall.  She has brought me candy ever since she began work there and really has a case on me I guess.  She manages to be with me as much as possible.  Tonight *just before the whistle blew I went in to tell her “Goodbye” and she kissed me and began to cry.  I felt so sorry for her.  She stopped at the house again after supper and said Goodbye again.

 

Today I received a letter from Ruth F and a post card from Lelia Ebenhack and another from Jim Kinney.  I rather like Jim.

 

This evening I had to go up town to get my diamond which I left there last night to have tightened.  On the way up I saw Bertha Stewart and she wanted me to go with her.  First I went to the bank and deposited eleven dollars, make $49 in the bank now, then I went up to the Dr.’s office after Bertha and the Dr. wanted us to work again tonight a few minutes.  We consented and afterward he paid us a dollar and a half a piece.  At the present writing I have my forty-nine dollars in the bank, Papa owes me fourteen dollars that he borrowed and I have exactly three dollars and sixty cents in my purse.  How’s that for not quite three months work.  I am not satisfied yet tho’.  No siree!  Big wages or a wealthy husband please.

 

Mrs. Chandler and Elsa Gorman were here this evening.  Theron’s watch came today that he earned for distributing circulars.

 

Say!  Mamma sold four dollars’ worth of baking today.

 

 

Sunday, September 4

 

This morning Ned and I intended to start for Tekonsha at 8:30 but it was raining so hard right then that it was 9:10 when we left Coldwater.  We went over to Johnson’s.  It took us just exactly an hour to make it.  My@!  We were glad to see the Johnsons.  The whole family were home , even Clarence and Alice.  Talk about your dinners.  We had chicken, potatoes, biscuit, gravy, pickles, jelly, tomatoes, peaches, jelly-roll, chocolate cake and peach pie and tea.  Doesn’t that sound “right”?  It was, too.

 

Late this afternoon Fred Hartley and Seel Cook came out with their cornet and violin and Belle and they played for us.  It was dandy, too.  Belle and I had a long talk about Ben again this P.M  Oh, how I do love him.

 

Ned and I started home at six.  The roads were awful coming home because it has rained all day.  It took us an hour and a half to come back.  Ned came in then and stayed until ten.

 

Monday, September 5

 

Today, being Labor Day, even the Shoe Factory laid off – upstairs office even.  I took advantage of the fact and slept until about eight I guess.  I had a beastly headache.  I washed the dishes and Mamma wiped almost all of them. 

 

I received a dandy letter from Mildred Roberts today thanking me for my Commencement photo.  This morning, too, I read one chapter of Heidi and Part I of the “Wedding in the Love of Life Company from the Ladies’ Home Journal.  I gave my nails a good manicure and my face a good massage with Witch Hazel Cream.  Those and wiping the dinner dishes just about complete the experiences of the first part of the day.

 

After dinner, before the dishes even, I came upstairs and took a nap.  Then I dressed and started out.  I was invited down to supper with Mrs. Fellows and Mae.  (Ruth is visiting in Decatur, Ill.)  Before going there tho’ I went over to the Shop and paid for my new shoes and also got my headache medicine, then I went to Reincke’s with a couple of loaves of bread then started up town.  On the way I saw Miss Gambell and Miss Girdwood on Hunt’s porch and I stopped and visited them a minutes.  I saw Miss Wilson and Prof. Howe up town, too, and talked with each of them.  I went to the Telephone Office and paid for the call I put in to Rufus some time ago.  I bought a couple of post-cards and a chocolate-chocolate nut, went to Osborne’s after two more of my pictures , then went over to Mrs. Fellows’.  We had a splendid visit and oh, such a good supper – escalloped potatoes, baked sweet potatoes, boiled ham, bread, cold relish, pear preserves, hot tea, chocolate cake, muskmelon and ice-cream. 

 

We visited until eight then my beloved (?) (?) (?) (?) Shadow came after me and we went to “The Royal Slave.”  The play we grand but I believe it will be a relief to me when I won’t have to go to that Opera House with Ned Conover any more.  He is such a bore for I am always thinking of Ben Dean – and more especially today because a year ago today was the last time he was over here.  I have been sorely unhappy just one year, but oh, how long it seems.  I wonder if I’ll ever be really happy again.  Oh, that darling old lover, Ben.  If only I had followed his advise and my own inclinations of a year ago.  Instead, I sacrificed my life’s happiness to satisfy the desires others who now think I did nothing at all.  They have never appreciated it, yet I would dare to bet not another girl in a hundred would have done what I did under like circumstances.  Yet why do I boast?  I wouldn’t either if I could do it over again.  Oh, God will give him back to me  because he is mine.

 

“The Lord will not cast off for ever – but though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.” – Lam. 3:31,32

 

 

Tuesday, September 6

 

What a funny old world his is, isn’t it?  I was at the Shoe Factory all day.  Of course it rained awfully hard just in time for us to go to work this morning, and after the whistle blew it cleared off beautifully for the rest of the day. 

 

There was a card here for me from Mr. Stroup when I came home this noon.  He is the nerviest thing ever.

 

Every single time I see Hervie Fisk he teases me to go riding with him.  The note pinned here is not of recent days but an old one.

 

Dear Maree:-

 

I think that this affair has gone far enough.  I have come to the conclusion, after considerable hesitation that I will not stand this uncertainty any longer.  I want an understanding.  Are you going to go with Bob?  If you are, I will quit.  If you are going to go with me, then leave  Bob alone.  I supposed I was safe from him because you have said so often that you wouldn’t go with a boy that smoked, but I know that you sometimes change your mind.

 

Another enemy of mine is John.  I have realized for a long time that he has had something up his sleeve.  And things reached a climax last night.  Maree, I am disappointed in you.  I did believe you last night at first,  but when I saw John get his cap and go out doors I became suspicious.  And I see my suspicions are confirmed.  I have heard all about your ride last night.  I know that it was arranged that I was to go with you riding when we went to John’s but if you had rather go with John then go.  But I had rather that you would tell me that you didn’t want me, in words and not in actions and don’t try to deceive me again.  Please let me know your decision as soon as possible. 

 

Your friend, Ned

 

P.S. Take your time to make up your mind and be sure in answering that you mean what you say.

 

Well, to go one with my story – Every time I’ve seen Hervie today he has had the same question to ask, then tonight after supper he came down and stayed about half an hour teasing me to go.  He doesn’t see any reason why I won’t go.  Isn’t he crazy?  If Hervie weren’t married I’m afraid I would have kind of a case on him.  He is a dandy looking fellow I think but he has a beautiful wife and two dear little children – Alice and Arthur.

 

Mamma went to a Civic League Committee M’t’g tonight.  Theron and I had some candy and two bottles of pop a piece.  I’ve begun working on my room now, tho’ I am so sleepy I can hardly stay awake.

 

School commenced today and how like an outsider I do feel.  It seems as if they had simply pushed us out telling us we were welcome no more.  I would almost rent if our Class could occupy those back seats again and go back and forth to Classes at the top of that bell.  It makes me awful, awful homesick.  Isn’t this the funniest world?

 

“Awake! Arise! The hour is late!

Angels are knocking at thy door!

They are in haste and cannot wait,

And once departed come no more.”

-          Longfellow

 

 

Wednesday, September 7

 

Shoe Factory.  Hervie was waiting for me at the Shop this morning to see if my mother was mad about last night.  He said he worried about it all the evening. 

 

I worked all day today.  Found work to keep me busy clear up until time for the whistle to blow. 

 

I received a postal from Hazel Boyer today.

 

This evening I ‘phoned and invited Ned down.  Now, that ought to go down in the pages of History.  He didn’t ‘phone and ask to come  but I ‘phoned and invited him.  Naturally he came and brought me a ox of Lowney’s.  John V and Omar E stopped here a minuet while Ned was here. 

 

Reed’s sent down a Commencement book to me by Papa but it isn’t the kind of wanted and I don’t know whether I shall take it or not. 

 

I sent Ned home at a quarter past nine so I guess I shall go to bed early.

 

 

Thursday, September 8

 

Shoe Factory!  Miss Stewart was sick this forenoon and couldn’t come to work.  I helped her check two per cent books this P.M.  I was through with my work about half past two.  Miss Stewart and Very F were through about half past three and we loafed almost all the rest of the afternoon.  I addressed a few letters for Mr. Close.  I wrote letters to Harold Johnson, Tekonsha, Mildred Roberts, Lake Linden and Hazel Boyer, Quincy.  I mailed a post-card to Agnes Fellers today, too.

 

This evening Lytton G ‘phoned and wanted Theron to go to the Happy Hour.  Mamma said Theron couldn’t go because it wasn’t Friday night.  Theron was mad and I didn’t blame him a bit  because the pictures are unusually good for last night and tonight.  He showed his temper a little but (good for him) – and Mamma scolded.  She was frightfully cross tonight.

 

Last night I wiped the supper dishes, I cleared off the dinner dishes and wiped the supper dishes and she kicked and kicked and kicked tonight because I wouldn’t do anything.  Of course I suppose I ought to do more because I don’t have to go to work until half past sever in the morning and I get home at half-past five.  Last night she kicked because I didn’t keep the house looking as nice as Mrs. Fellows does hers.  No, honestly, that’s no joke, she actually got after me because I allowed the house to get disorderly – Scolded because I only kept the upstairs clean.

 

Well, Ned came down tonight with the auto to take me on some errands and I persuaded Mamma to let us take Theron along as far as the “Happy Hour.”  We saw Carl Luedders and Guy Finch up town and they wanted us to take them with us over to Fellows so, Carl, Ned, Guy and I went over to Mrs. Fellows and spent the evening with her and Mac.  I like Mrs. Fellows just awfully well.

 

 

Friday, September 9

 

Shoe Factory!!!  Miss Stewart and I didn’t have a solitary thing to do this P.M. so I took over “The Brass Bowl” and we read.  I came home about five and got ready to go out to Girard.  Harry Mintling came after me and took me out to Mann’s.  I had never met any of the Mann family until tonight.  Harry wanted to come back after me this evening but I didn’t care about his coming, so Mrs. Mann fixed it up for me by telling him that if we were there when he came back that he could take me and if we weren’t, why he would know that I had gone on with the Mann’s.  Then we planned to hurry and be gone before he came back.  We didn’t even clear off the supper table but she took a lamp upstairs for me right away and while we were up there, before I had even washed or combed my hair, Harry came back.  Wasn’t that the Ideal Country Boy?!  Needless to say I rode with Harry. 

 

The Ladies’ Aid gave an entertainment for the Church at the Church and I had to speak.  Harry and I sat with Mildred Waffle.  We had a dandy giggling spell, (Mildred and I).  I spoke “Different Ways of Saying Yes,” “Tit for Tat,” “The First Spat,” and “Courting Under Difficulties.”

 

Harry took me back to Mann’s again and there I stayed all night.  My, but they have a beautiful home.  Rex Mann is dandy, too.  They have invited me out to their house next Friday night to stay until Sunday.

 

Hervie Fiske insisted today that I let him take me out there tonight.  His behavior is really beyond my comprehension.  I can’t understand a married man acting like he does at all.  He teases me all the time to let him take me riding.  Let me tell you, if he were not married, I would have an awful case on him.

 

 

Saturday, September 10

 

Shoe Factory.  Today is the last day of Agnes’s vacation.  Next week things will be changed a little.  I only hope Mr. Tappan will leave me on the work I am on now, figuring books, taking care of Cutter slips, making out pay-roll, etc.  I like it.  Nearly had my hands full today, tho’.  Miss Stewart helped me and we worked right up until the whistle blew.

 

Wait a minute, I’m leaving out some.  This morning I must have gotten up somewhere around five o’clock and ate breakfast with the Mann family then the Methodist minister came after me and brought me to work.  We got in town at a quarter of eight.  That minister has no equal, he is the biggest Blow that walks this earth.

 

Neva ‘phoned me at the Factory today and said that her cousins Jamie and Allen Lindsay of Litchfield were going to drive over this afternoon and she wanted me to come down this evening.  Later she ‘phoned me that they hadn’t come yet and she was expecting them on that late train and she wanted me to go to the train with her and stay all night with her.  Mamma wouldn’t let me do that of course.

 

Immediately after supper Mamma got ready and went up town.  She made Theron and myself do the dishes.  Of course I hadn’t done anything all day so I felt like doing them, especially as I had intended to go up town myself.  We did them tho’ and didn’t say anything. 

 

Theron went to the Happy Hour and I told them I didn’t know whether I would go up town or not but I rather thought I wouldn’t.  I was tired but I thought I could sleep tomorrow morning so I did change my dress and go up to the library.  Saw Esther S just a jiffy.  I got “Beth Norvell,” then I walked up street looking for Mother.  I met her and Mrs. Chandler and Elsa and they were going to the show, “Dare Devil Dan.”  They said I could go and I said to Mamma a couple of times, “Now, if you would rather I wouldn’t go say so, because I don’t care a thing about it, but I’ll just go to kill time,” but Mother said, “Why, come on, of course you can go,” so I went.  The show wasn’t any good and we went up stairs at that.  Before we went I went over to the store and left word with Papa for Theron that I was going to the show. 

 

As soon as Mamma and I left Mrs. Chandler and Elsa, Mamma began to scold and she scolded all the way until we met Papa down on Marshall St.  Before people Mamma treats me splendidly but just as soon as we are alone she treats me like the very dickens.  That’s a fact now, with no exaggerating. 

 

After I came upstairs I heard her telling Papa that I always had to go around and see Mrs. Fellows before I could go anywhere, and then she jawed because I wouldn’t go to the show with Ned.  Let me tell you, Mrs. Fellows is just as good a friend of mine ass my own Mother.  I feel certain she doesn’t continually talk about me as soon as my back is turned.  She tells Theron all the time that I don’t do any work, and time and time again I have heard her tell him not to have a thing to do with me.  Oh, what wouldn’t I give to die tonight.  Sometimes I think I shall kill myself then my better judgment tells me that “God will not always make me so unhappy, because He has said: - “The Lord hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.”