Hello Dear Readers…welcome to “The Diary 1928″, a real and complete handwritten journal by a lovely young seventeen year old at the start of 1928,
as she embarks on heading off to college up in Northern California. This real and actual diary was purchased at a Tag Sale several years back, and is a real
piece of Los Angeles history as the writer shares her experiences about dating, dances, locations, and heading off to college for the very first time. Enjoy!
* Note- surnames are not mentioned to protect the privacy of fellow readers, friends, family, and lovers and photos were found free on the internet.
Wednesday, January 11th, 1928
I have disposed of my old “secret sorrow”, and now I’m searching for a new one. The old one realy is too much my opposite, and I got so I really couldn’t put up with his actions. However, if he should ask me to go out again, I’d feel very gratified.
I can’t really be cast away on my desert island yet, because I have no one with whom I’d specially like to be cast away. I’ve been thinking that Maurice **** would be quite nice, and I could really imagine him very easily having already seen him in the role of a castaway as “Lord Ernest” in Barrie’s ” The Admirable Chilton” at the Community Play House.
Thursday, January 12th 1928
Mr. James Coolidge **** came down and said he was very sorrowful for what he said, and how he acted on July 2cd. I said I was glad he was sorry because then, I didn’t despise him so much- but that of course couldn’t make any difference in our present relations. Then I said that he’d better run along, and he thought he’d better too, so we parted very soon after meeting. I certainly kept a stiff front with that big….
Friday, January 13th, 1928
Went to see “White Wings” played by the Pasadena Community Players this evening with Anne, Betty, and Mary****. Among the cast was that adorable Jerome Corey, and Maurice Wells. Anne S. says that she hates the way that “Mauire” makes love, but I think that he is divine at it, especially because he is so bashful. I guess I really do like bashful people the best, although at times I crave a “masterful man”. Masterful men are so sort of glamorous and romantic and make to feel awfully helpless, but I think that bashful men are just darling. You always feel like kissing them and messing up their hair. They’re so cute!