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?