Sunday. October 18. 1931.
I now resume my diary having been greatly inspired by Helen’s. I slept at her place last night & she read me some of her diary & some stories. She really (sic) very good at writing. We were writing stories this morning. Her’s was “If” & mine was “The Way of the World.”
Yesterday Betty, Helen S. & I went to the show. We saw “Transatlantic” a very good picture only it didn’t end rightly.
Helen has made me love Carlyle & I’ve never met him. From what she says she likes him as well as Embry. Embry is awfully nice but I think I like Carlyle better. Helen read me a letter from him which was very nice.
Fire! Fire! What a magic word it is & always brings a thrill of excitement. I have just been over to the park where one of the main buildings of the forest school was all ablaze. To begin with Mother & I were sitting in the sitting room Mother reading the papers & I dutifully looking up French words in the French reader. How I love French! Sudenly (sic) we heard a clanging & sirans (sic) blowing & rushing to the window saw the beautiful park in red & golden flames. It was really very tragic & I rushed downstairs and out. Here I met Margee & Betty & we
rushed raced over to the park to join the excited group of people that were crowded around the burning flames. The firemen were there fighting the flames & as they gradually got them out we returned home. How can I ever settle down to Latin & French after that I don’t know but somehow I’ll just have to o.
I had the kids in to dance Friday night because every one but Jack & I had gone up to Seaforth & the boys smoked. Somebody told Mrs. Dance & Mrs. Dance thought it her duty to inform Mrs. Poole that Gordon smoked. Mrs. Dance did so & Mrs. Poole was justly shocked & raised the roof. Of course every one wants to know who told Mrs. Dance but silence seems to be golden.
Mrs. Dance told Mrs. Walker the other day that “she didn’t want Marion to go around with those older girls because they did was parade up & down the street & go into each other’s homes & raise the roof.” Apparently Mrs. Dance’s viewpoints of us have changed. When Marion first started to go with us she was always saying how glad she was that Marion had got in with us. You can calculate the rest for yourself but there’s one person I cannot stand & that’s ______ ______ do I have to tell you?
This is all that Bernice had written in this particular journal. There are a few short essays, or as she calls them, ‘compositions’ included, but no more journal writings. At this time, we have not found a diary for 1931. She either dropped the habit, or that journal has been lost. The next notebook begins sometime in 1933, but water damage has made the first quarter of the booklet illegible. The 1933 entries end on June 16th. She begins again January 15, 1934, and by coincidence it is at this point that the water damage is no longer an issue. So next week, we continue Bernice’s journals in 1934. She was 16, turning 17 in the summer.