March 16, 1913 - Sunday

16 - There are two new men at our table. As they are blond and young, I may be able to develop a crush on one of them and so shake mine on Don. They're both better looking, by far, than he. I don't know though, that I'd be much better off if I did follow out the preceding plan, as they'd probably regard me as an awful kid. I think I'll put my hair up when I'm sixteen (28" of this month) but still compromise by using a ribbon at the back. Mae acts sort of queer. Maybe it's too much "Sea Foam". Dan kissed her again today. Dan acted like a perfect clown to-day, by the way. I do hate to see a boy of nearly 17, and very large for his age, at that, capering around a room and making a fool of himself. Not that that's so very hard in Dan's case. I don't care really, tough, how he acts if only (here is the real grievance) he would not be continually pushing me around when I am tired and want to be quiet. I feel rather gloomy.