April 1, 1913 - Tuesday

1 - Got "fooled" once. Went home right after school, got all dressed for supper and went to Mae's. Only stayed there for about 10 minutes on account of my dislike of being found there by her dad. After supper, Mae very markedly preferred Dan's society to mine so I went home. Oh, d___n, I'm so lonely. Mae is just too sweet for anything to Dan now, and she just about had to kick me out I guess. Thick!!!

Gosh, it's too bad I can't take a hint once in a while, but no; I have to wait till I get a kick. I wish I were about 100 miles from here, or dead. I haven't one single love lorn friend left, not that any friend (?) I ever did have ever cared a damn for me as soon as he or she could get anyone else. I'm just used to fill in there spare time when they want to be amused, and, as soon as any one else is handy, - well I'm all but told in so many words where I can go, and where I can go is no comfy summer resort, If you get me.

First Don beat a hasty retreat (Perhaps he thought I'd take advantage of it's being Leap Year) Then Harriet gracefully melted into the landscape and tactfully withdrew. After that Dan found some one else and slammed off with the ease, grace, tact and savoir faire for which he is famous, and now it's Mae. I guess I'm well rid of the whole bunch, if fact, I know I am but ___ it hurts just as much for all that. I felt so lonely to night I almost apologized to that little cub; but, thank goodness, I didn't. At least I'm not as devoid of all pride as to go hiking after the falling down on my knees at every other step to beg them to forgive me.

Apr. 1. (and always)

I'm a fool, and thick, and a complete, all-around, three-ply, 200 hp., triple plated Dub, but I'm not the goat on the same topic more than once, if I can help it. Don is the only one I care two cents for and I wouldn't except him if I wasnt such a complete ass. Of course, it stings pretty much to see everyone get sick of me, but I suppose they can't help it. I'm pretty sick of myself.

Anyway, I'm thankful Don was so decent about it, and Harriet. Don didn't have to throw me out and H. only had to drop a few mild hints. Well, I've got it out of my system now, so I'll stop; but I guess I know better now about a few things than before. This training is probably awfully good for dicipline, but I never did think much of diciplinary things; They're apt to leave a pretty bad taste in your mouth. I'd better stop now, as I'm too sore to look at things in a very lenient light.

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When impassioned, Marjorie sometimes slips in her word choices, punctuation, and spelling. I believe all errors in the above belong to the author, not the transcriber.