March 15, 1913 - Saturday

15 - Went to Art Class and did the bally torse of the blooming Appolo B. Went to the library and got two books. Stayed at Mae's this P.M. and made "Sea Foam". It turned out dandy.

Went to Mahoney's too late for supper to get my own seat, so took the one next to Mae, at her Dad's table. A lady at ours got up the next mnute, though, so I took her seat instead. Lucky I did, for just then Mae's dad came in and I don't want him to see us to-gether. Stayed at Mahoney's till 845 or 915, I forget which and then Mae came and took me over to her room where I stayed till 10. Am on the track of my long-lost rubbers. Mae took them by mistake, wore them to Polly's and left them there. She'd forgotten all about it till Polly telephones and said she's left her rubbers.

As I was sitting in Mahoney's parlor last evening waiting for Mae, someone rang the door bell, and, when kitty opened the door, said, "Hello, Kitty" in a voice so nearly like Don's that my heart beat all records for the standing high jump. My, but it did pound! But no such luck! Of course, it wasn't Don, but I didn't really know how much I had really hoped it would be he, till I heard the man go upstairs. I was never quite so disappointed in ages. Not, however, that I thought it could be he, but how I did hope! Had better give up hoping if possible. No chance of my ever seeing him again, I guess.

March 14, 1913 - Friday

14 - It rained all day, nearly, so I didn't go to school; Friday, too! I certainly am in luck. Muz was a darling to let me off.

March 13, 1913 - Thursday

13 - Went to the library after school. On the way, I met Christine Johnsen who went with me. She goes to Business School too, but not to Morse's. I changed "Stover at Yale" for "Kim" and got "S, at Y." on Dan's card for him as he'd asked me to. Mae came over this P.M.

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"Stover at Yale" was written in 1912 by Owen Johnson and tells about undergraduate life at Yale at the turn of the century. More information at wikipedia, or download the pdf at Classicly.

"Kim" was written in 1901 by Rudyard Kipling. More information at wikipedia. You can read a plain-text version at Project Gutenberg or read scanned, illustrated versions at the Internet Archive.

March 12, 1913 - Wednesday

12 - Mae came over this P.M. But, wait; in the morning I was near-late to school anyway and, at Asylum Place I met Harriet's ki-yis who insisted on following me down to the railway station. When we got that far, all efforts to halt them proving of no avail, I right-about-faced and took them up the hill again and brought them back to her. I was, of course, awfully late for school, and so, telephones to Muz to ask if I might stay out altogether. Answer _____ "Nay, nay, Pauline", or words to that effect.

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"Nay, Nay, Pauline" is the name of an 1898 song by Emerson Foote Jr and lyrics by Jennings Cox Jr. The sheet-music can be found at the New York Digital Library.

March 11, 1913 - Tuesday

11 - Took aforesaid test and passed. Can't find my rubbers and have a cold. An uncomfy, but not unusual combination. Stayed at Mahoney's after supper but Mae was grouchy and went home. Not so Daniel. He was once again indecorous, though this time I did not invite it in the least. I wish he wouldn't unless I do seem to invite it, but he pays no attention when I ask him not to, probably thinks it maidenly coyness.  I rather feel, though I suppose it's silly and all that, as if I ought to save any privileges of that kind for a boy I'll really love, as if I'd be sorry if I didn't. But I guess I'll try to chuck all that rot.

Dan wants said privileges (though he's to smitten at present) and Don, wo whom I'd be willing to give them freely, doesn't. So why worry? Only I guess I'll save them (the S.P.s) for a possible ideal, and not chuck them away for a boy I care absolutely nothing about. I almost think there's more in having a really good "Dream Man" than 20 good-enough-but-not-quite-my-ideal beans. Not that I have one however, let alone twenty. Went home at ten. I suppose anyone reading that would think that I really liked Dan's actions. Well, a girl learns to take substitutes when she can't get just what she wants, and to make the best of them. I used to dream of having a boy really in love with me, as Dan was last summer, but now I know that any boy won't do. It's got to be the one. Yes, Therese, I do think I've spun enough drivel for one evening, so I guess I'll go to bed.

March 10, 1913 - Monday

10 - School again! Took a test and failed. Alas! I have to retake it tomorrow.

March 9, 1913 - Sunday

9 - Went to Sunday School and afterwards to the H. of M. Mrs. Mahoney, however, dropped a rather pointed and, at the same time, broad hint that my room was decidedly to be preferred to my society. Said hint including Mae, we went to her room for the rest of P.M. In the evening Dan had an awful headache and, as I smoothed his fevered brow with ice-water, I am by now, probably credited with a hopeless passion for the poor lad. Oh, well! Anything to get folks off the right track.

March 8, 1913 - Saturday

8 - Went to Mr. Logan's with Mae to explain my absences lately. Met Muz at the store and got her to go to the library with me and get me a library card. Went to Poli's with Harriet, Helen P., and Milly. After Poli's I went to Mahoney's and, on the way there, met the Son and Heir "as large as life, and twice as natural". He was on his way to the Drug Store, and came back shortly with some candy. Tried my wiles (?) and succeeded. He even got a trifle too violent. Having proved that I can still make him misbehave, I shall reform. I am afraid I'm getting awfully wicked and I really don't want to.

Dan is reading Balzac and I sampled it. Of all the trash I ever saw, it is the very trashiest. Mae went down town "for just a little while" at 8 o'clock. I went home at 10, she not having yet returned.

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You can read about Honoré de Balzac on wikipedia.

March 7, 1913 - Friday

7 - "Came into" a quarter which I promptly invested in materials for penuche. Mae came over while I made it, and I illustrated her diary, reading part of it.

Class! Got a scare about Chriss. Emma thought he needed fresh air so opened all 3 windows, he hanging in one of them. Muz luckily rescued him in time. Hope Emma doesn't take it into her head to bring up a cat to keep Chrissy company when he's lonely, or feed him dill pickle.

Again tried to lure Daniel to his destruction and again failed, though it may be because Mae was present. Although I try to make Dan kiss me, I know I'm not in love with him as the mere imagination of Donald's doing that deed is twice as thrilling as Dan's doing it. The thought of it gives me the most delightful tickly feeling up and down my spine. HOwever, the thought is as far as I'll ever get. But Dan gets on my nerves! It isn't so much that I want him to kiss me as that I want to be able to make him do it, if the whim takes me. He has evidently reformed since he became stuck on Mae.

The Gum Fiend (See Feb. 19.) has returned to her old tricks. I left a notice saying that if she "must fix my desk so that I couldn't open it, to please use a padlock as I would not have to scrape it off when I succeeded in forcing it." That biting sarcasm should wither her.

March 6, 1913 - Thursday

6 - Nothing doing till after supper, when I tried to get Dan to be "dastardly" - and failed. My word! Don't yuh know, the bally lad gets int'rest'in' as he becomes harder!

March 5, 1913 - Wednesday

5 - Went to the Lincolns' to dinner to night instead of going to Harriet's. Of course, I had no definite engagement with Harry so I called her up and told her I couldn't come.

March 4, 1913 - Tuesday

4 - Nothing particular doing all day.

March 3, 1913 - Monday

3 - Did fairly well at school. Went to Mae's after school, and illustrated her diary where that with pictures of Dan serenading her and her juggling hearts and spurning Dan's proffered affection. He's just about crazy over her. He walked home with me and I asked him why he didn't stick Mae's feet in my ears Sunday, as well as wrapping her neck around my eyes. The gallant youth replied that he was afraid they'd get lost. I bluffed him too well tonight. Pretended I'd read his diary lately and he got in one of his horrid sarcastic moods. Saw Harriet to-day and she asked me to come over Wednesday.

Went to Empire with Miss Burdett. Better pictures than last Friday. Feel rather blue. Suppose I shall continue to do so every once in so often until I see Don. Isn't it _____ to be in love?

March 2, 1913 - Sunday

2 - Brought Muzzy her breakfast in bed as she was dog-tired, poor dear. Went to S.S. and came back, afterward, to Mahoney's Dan tried to blindfold me by pushing my face against Mae's neck while he kissed her but I saw the deed. Stayed at Mahoney's after supper, but felt blue. I wonder if it's Don or just an ideal for which Don (faute de mieux) stands. All I know is that I want either Don, or the ideal pretty blame bad. I haven't seen Don since last October, not even seen him .Wonder if Bonnie's readded him to her collection yet. I suppose so!

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"Faute de mieux" - french expression 'For lack of something better.'

March 1, 1913 - Saturday

1 - Mae did not come to breakfast, so took her some oatmeal. Somehow, we got to talking about Dan and Mae told me that she and he had had a near-scrap owing to his having kissed her. Daniel is surely budding into quite a gay Lothario; but I don't blame him in the above case. The provocation is such that even I, I can't resist her. He has "broken" with Clara. This, then is the meaning of his emotions on the 23rd of last month! Must be great for Clara, after writing him slush for about a year to get a cool bounce like that!

Went to Dr. Little's but wasn't hurt much. Mrs. Monroe said that Stella had been seen wearing specs answering the description of my lost ones, so Ruth and I went to the Retreat, where that light-fingered lady is now employed, to see about it. I was about ready to qualify as a patient at the Retreat, and thought seriously of sending for an ambulance for Ruth, by the time we arrived. It was about 4 miles and my no good done at that, as a necessary Mr. Thompson was absent.

Went to Mae's and stayed till supper time. After supper, she came home with me and I washed my raven locks. She got cold feet and tried to bluff and pretend she'd been stuffing me in regard to Dan, but finially owned up that he has done the dastardly deed several times. Dan believes in quantity, apparently. Until he broke with Clara he'd been kissing two girls and writing the mushiest of love letters to a third. Some record, Danny, but I shan't help to swell the list any more, if I can help it!