I am sitting in Mrs. Taylor’s by the radio listening to an oriental chant, while from above come the childdren’s (sic) voices.
I have been reading “Emily of New Moon” a lovable book by a lovable author.
I am awfully tired from playing baseball I suppose. I know I’m no good at it & yet I keep on playing & trying. That is the silly part about me. I don’t know when I can do a thing & when I can’t. I can’t write & yet I think I can. I’m not clever & I can’t go in for acting because I’m not strong enough & any ways it’s not very respectable. Dear me what was I made for? That’s what worries me. I know that I want to be an authoress but alas I don’t know any big words. Helen wants to be a writer too and I feel it in my bones that she will be one & a successful one at that. She’s awfully clever & knows what every word there is means. I do not think its fair that she should be blest with everything.
The truth is I’m j____________ of her.
There! It’s out & it’s the truth.
I wonder if I’ll ever get fatter. It hurts me so when people (especially ones I like) are always saying how skinny I am. Skinny what a horrid, hateful word & yet I get it thrown at me everyday.
If my legs would only get fatter & my cheeks more coulourful (sic) I think I would be almost satisfied.
Do you remember a long time ago, L.P., when I got 2nd prize at Brownies for my poetry. Since then I have made very little effort to write more poetry but I have decided to try again & L.P. I request your advice upon such an important matter.
“I think you have some chance, but only some.”
Well any ways that some encouragement so I shall try but only my best get in this book.
The other day Grace told my fortune. I am going to have 3 children, (although I don’t see how I can since I have no intentions of getting married) I am going to be very famous. (I doubt it.) and at one time in my life I’m nearly going to die.
My life is going to be thrilling isn’t it?
I have to laugh over Marion Little busy body!
The other day Betty and her were coming down some stairs when they met a man carrying -illegible words- he turned to Betty & told her to be quiet & not wake up the baby. Alas for Marion, she would have benefited muchly had she minded her own business, for the next minute she was sprawling at the bottom of the stairs & the baby was trying to see how loud it could scream.
Next week…..General Musings