My Diary
By Dorothy Kahn
(Exclusively for Ventnob News)
Monday—February 18
Today seems like the customary
—what is it that always comes
after the storm. Oh, yes, “Calm.”
You know I do want this Diary to
be written according to custom
and if calms have a habit of com
ing after storms I wouldn’t dis
turb their routine for worlds ’n
worlds ’n worlds. It seemed di
vine to come to school with no ex
amination to worry about, think
about, talk about, guess about and
then FLUNK.
I don’t think that any days seem
divine to Midge Moore. She is
still boobing for Gamma Sigma
and a little incident which oc
curred today almost broke my
■heart. It was in the cafeteria. Of
course, that’s where heartbreak
ing scenes always take place. One
~ day I saw a girl discover a piece
of butter on the sandwich which
she had bought and the eifect of
the surprise was indeed heart
breaking. But now to return to
Midge Moore. I saw her passing
our table and called her over and
told her to get me some cake
IMMEDIATELY as I hadn’t had
a thing to eat. She looked at me
out of the corner of one eye and
then in accents, soft, low, plead
ing and pitiful she answered in
these few but effective words:
“Neither have I.” It was then
that I noticed what a starved con
dition the child was in and that
she had said no more because of
her weakened state. I felt re
morseful. I could have killed my
self for being suoh a pig as to
have asked her to get me cake;
my heart was softened and I re
plied in accents equally as soft,
(?) low (?) pleading (?) and
pitiful (?) .“Get the cake any
way.”
It’s a wonder I haven’t turned
into a Mah Jongg tile. It seems
that I Mah Jongged the whole
week-end. On Saturday after
noon Betty Specht and Ruth Urs
prung had a party at Betty’s
house. It was a valentine party
and real cute, too. Marie Leeds
was there and very much in evi
dence. In the first place she had
just gotten a boy bob and in the
second place she was just learning
to play Mah Jongg. It didn’t take
her long to learn either. We only
played for two hours and when we
were through she could tell by just
looking at a tile whether or not
it ijas a bamboo. She could tell
the dragons when she saw them
too. Prom some unknown source
Marie had gathered the informa
tion that you could yell “pung”
if you had one of a kind. Well,
towards the end of the game when
she tried to pung I didn’t even look
at her hand but just remarked,
“Don’t you remember, dear, I told
you once before that you must
have two of a kind to pung?” Oh,
my, can’t imaginations lead one
astray though? That is what I
should have said but here’s what
I really did. “Good heavens,
Marie, haven’t I told you one mil
lion times this afternoon that you
MUST have two to pung? Then
why do you insist on yelling at the
wrong time, and moreover—blank,
blank, blank-” Oh, well, ask
Marie what I said. Frances
White, Eleanor Greene, Eleanor
Hoffman and loads of others were
there.
Tuesday—February 19
Out of the bosom of the air
Out of the cloud folds of her gar
ments shaken
Over the woodlands brown and
bare
Over the harvest fields forsaken
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow
AND PEGGY ROBERTSON.
I’ll say she descended but I don’t
know how silently. I heard there
was quite a sledding party last
night. 1 wasn’t there but never
theless I heard of' Peg’s catas
trophe. She seemed to look
healthy and sane today, so I sup
pose it really wasn’t so worse.
I was fading into oblivion today
in English class, when the blow
came. Oh, of course I was there
physically but mentally? Well, I
think I was interviewing the King
of Spain at that second. No. On
second thought it was the admiral
of the Swiss Navy with whom I
was having the interview. Well,
anyhow one sentence quoted by
the Hon. Mr. French brought me
back to earth so fast that I
bounced back and had time to
wave goodby to the admiral.
Here is the sentence, “It was a
terrible task to translate Latin
in the old days.” In the first place
the very word Latin would bring
me back. When we hear of some
thing which is near (?) to our
hearts we are sure to be affected.
Then, the insinuation that Latin
today isn’t a terrible task to
translate—well—I’m not going to
say a word except that men have
been shot for saying lots of things
not half as bad as that.
Wednesday—February 20
I don’t believe that I ever take
my stuff out of my locker to get
dressed for gym that I don’t re
peat in monosyllables weird and
wild, “I HATE gym.” I have a
feeling that gym hates me too.
Today we had club exercises and I
do dislike crowds. Well, when
ever we have clubs there’s always
a crowd of girls trying to put their
clubs into the receptacle at the
same time so I thought I’d pull
one over on them. We came to
the end of an exercise. All was
silent. Immediately something
telegraphed to my mind that the
end of the exercises had come and
that in a second Miss Foulke
would be repeating, “Girls, put
your clubs away,” so I didn’t wait
a second but sprinted, yes, that’s
the only word for it, right across
the gym floor. I expected any sec
ond to have the angry mob on my
heels but they fooled me and when
I looked around there they were
all standing in their places and
looking at me as if I were an
alien or something. Did I feel
like Susie Dumb? Not much. Did
I sneak back to my place in line?
Oh, no. Embarrassing moments
that come but once in a lifetime.
Thursday—February 21
Honestly I think by now people
should be afraid when they see
me coming along that I’m going to
ask them to “Let me put my stuff
in your locker, I forgot my key
again. Really I do hate to bother
you. You don’t mind at all? Well,
that’s dear of you. Anytime that
you forget your key I’ll be only
too glad to do the same for you.”
If I couldn’t repeat that in my
sleep I’m a fish. But we old folks
who lose our memories must
suffer.
One thing is certain, that we
can’t have everything we want in
this world but anyway Morgan
Read’s heart ought to be satisfied.
He has achieved one of his highest
ambitions. I don’t think anybody
but I could possibly comprehend
the struggle .he has had to accom
plish his end, but he has
triumphed, and after all that is
what counts. Morgan is of a
naturally dignified nature. Well,
today in Latin he actually forgot
himself and—oh, gee, I didn’t in
tend to tell what he did, but it
caused Miss King to say, “Morgan
you aren’t at all dignified.” Then
he replied, “I don’t want to be.”
“Apparently you don’t,” Miss
King sez, sez she to him, she sez.
It isn’t everyone who, being of a
naturally dignified nature, is able
to throw it away, just because he
wants to.
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Honestly it’s just like pulling
teeth to get on the debating team.
Any who are lucky enough to be
retained will have such frazzled
nerves that they won’t be worth a
cent by the time the try-outs are
over. Already I’ve written and
learned two speeches and am pre
paring for the third now. First
they picked eighteen out of the
millions (it might have been hun
dreds) who tried out for the team.
Then they picked twelve out of the
eighteen. The next try-out will
determine those who “will defend
the honor of the blue and white”
(doesn’t that sound dramatic?).
Here are the twelve: Ruth Bab
cock, Peggy Stevens, Leo Kahn,
Worthington Post, Isaac Gins
burg, Joe Atlas, Bill Hoiston,
Sadie Nay, Harry Miller, Sara
Hyman, Harold Wertheimer, and
me.
Sylvia Leeds is in line for a
Carnegie medal. Today in the
locker room, about all I could do
was to gaze at her in silent wonder
and admiration. It wasn’t even
funny. She was standing there
with an adorable powder box in
her hand. Something or other
happened and it fell on the stone
floor and when she went to pick
it up, well, JUST TRY AND
FIND THE POWDER. It was
granulated. Sylvia looked at it a
second and then in voice most
calm and collected she said, “Isn’t
that a shame I just bought it yes
terday, too.” If there’s two things
in the world I despise, dropping a
powder box when it’s new takes
the lead and I’ll take my hat off
to the girl who is able to control
herself enough to say the little
speech I wrote. I think it ought to
go down in history.
Honestly, this morning it was a
sight to watch the people coming
around the corner at Albany Ave.
Of course, that is from the
windows. It wasn’t such a sight
when you were there yourself.
For some reason or other it re
minded me of a futurist picture.
Everything was blurred and yet
stood out. Now that sounds sen
sible, doesn’t it. Well, I didn’t
intend it to. The sight itself
wasn’t very sensible. I had a mix
up idea of people falling, rain
splashing, umbrellas going inside
out, hats blowing off, and a couple
of other incidental things. Then
Dot Sasse came to the front once,
appeared on the scene and the
next thing I knew she was on the
ground. Well, such is life in a
large city on a rainy day. No
school tomorrow. Not so worse.
Early Bird Shoppers
WILL RECEIVE PRIZES
TOMORROW
Thursday, February 28th
These are the stores in which the prizes will be
distributed
JOE MAZZA
5218 Ventnor Avenue Open 7 A. M.
J. B. SCANLAN CO.
1917 Atlantic Avenue Open 8 A. M.
COLUMBIA SALES
2018 Atlantic Avenue Open 8 A. M.
One of the first TEN purchasers of the day in each
of the above stores will receive $5.00 in Gold.
One of the first TWENTY purchasers of the day
will receive 2 orchestra seats for
“GROUNDS FOR DIVORCE”
at the Apollo Theatre
(Value $5.50)
- IN ADDITION, should either of the prize-winning’
customers be subscribers to the VENTNOR NEWS the
amount of their purchase will be refunded.
(provided ii does not exceed $5 in value)
Everybody is eligible to receive the prizes save
employes of the Amusement Publishing- Company, or
anyone connected with the store in which the purchase
is made.
EACH WEEK one of the first TEN purchasers in
the three stores designated will receive a $5 gold piece
with his purchase.
One of the first TWENTY purchasers will receive
two orchestra seats for The Apollo Theatre.
Next Week’s Early Bird Prizes Will Be Given On
Thursday, March 6th
THESE ARE NEXT WEEK’S STORES:
PARKWAY HARDWARE, 4016 Ventnor Avenue
KAHLER SHOE STORE, 1106 Pacific Avenue
DULIN & BINGHAM, 3 N. Arkansas Avenue