Owl Talk Clothing reads “The Diary” April 22-April 30th, 1928

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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.

Sunday April 22, 1928

It was one of the better days today, so Mrs. Patee and Mary and myself went down to the Beach Club. After lunch we sat on the beach in our suits about five feet away from Irving Berlin and Mrs. Berlin and their baby- they certainly seemed to be wrapped up in the baby, or rather should I say the baby was wrapped up in Irving Berlin. He came across the beach with the baby under one arm, and a pink fire engine under the other. Marjorie and I walked down to the Gables and joined in on a little party of friends- Marion, Eddy, Eleanor, Lenny, Anne, ect…

Monday April 23rd, 1928

Slip, Slip, Slipping
Down a silvery hill
Toward the very bottom,
I find I’m slipping still.

Tuesday April 24th, 1928

Today is the last day of my life that I’ll truthfully be able to call myself seventeen- Never again. Those little ways and touches that belong to seventeen- an age of magic mystery. My last days of childhood play are gone undoubtedly, but I still feel young enough for dolls almost ( except that I hate them!)

Wednesday April 25th, 1928

Today I was eighteen. Mother gave me five dollars and Marjorie gave me bath salts, also Leroy gave me some sweet peas- and Aunt Lucille gave me $20.00.

Thursday April 26th, 1928

Honestly!! They are playing “Back in your own backyard” over the radio, and two cats are fighting so hard, I can hardly hear myself think.

Friday April 27th, 1928

Today was “Senior Ditch Day”, no school, so Francis M. and I went over to Hollywood for lunch and then to see “The Street Angel”, with Janet Gaynor and Charlie Farrel.

Saturday April 28th, 1928

Leone Simpson had “one of the better luncheons” at which guests were supposed to arrive at 1pm but most didn’t arrive till 2.  It was at “The Pasadena Golf Club” and the food was really quite attractive- there were about fifty girls there, and we had a big square table, with a hole in the center. After lunch we played bridge, and I won first prize in my section, Betty won second, and the wonder of it was that we played together!  I won a pillow!
At night I went with Byron to a dance at the same club- Ruth was there with Dave- my secret sorrow was there.

Sunday April 29th, 1928

Today Betty Mac had an open house again, Oh Boy! It was some party!! I went with John, Charlie, and Herbert. I was a perfect day, so we all took our bathing suits, and believe it or not, went went swimming in Mac’s pool 4 times- twice in the moonlight, and it was divine! Billy H. is really awfully  cute- looks somewhat like James Hall, the movie star- we goes to USC ( ha ha). Ned W. was there and he ha grown tall & is still marvelous looking. I’d sure like to rate a “Biltmore” with him- Oh well, after the Mc Donald’s bid us good nite, Charlie, Bill, and John came down & we had scrambled eggs and coffee.

Monday April 30th, 1928

To Art:
You read me poetry by the sea,
and the soft waves sang between the lines.
White gulls heard the words with me,
And taught them to the seven winds.
Your blue eyes sparkled in the sun,
like the blue waves on the shore,
As you read me poems one-by-one
That I have learned to adore.
I read them now, and think of you
I try to remember how each one went,
but like your smile and the sparkling blue,
There is only a scattered fragment.
by. V.B.A.

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