3.30.2013

fifteen in spring, 1925

Gee! How I hate that Charles!
I just can’t stand him.
He’s too fresh.

Sophia said today that Charles
is going back to her again.
Maybe he won’t bother me any more.

We went to see
America’s only Siamese twins,
Daisy & Violet Hilton, at the Aldine.

I like someone else now, but
I’m afraid to say it because I’m afraid
he’ll just be like the rest.

I’ve found out that Frances likes Wayne.
Oh, well, she can have him.
(If she can get him.)

Am writing a story in my spare moments.
It’s rotten. I just do it
for lack of something better.

I don’t like any boy
in particular now, but I think Bill
is a pretty nice kid.

I guess Bill isn’t so wonderful after all.
The only really nice boy I knew,
I never expect to see again.

Have been sending to movie stars
for their pictures.
Norma Talmadge sent me one.


Linking up with Kerry's weekend prompt to the Real Toads: April, Come She Will