Our great-grandmother was an amazing woman. And here, one hundred years later, we have her diary.
Take a trip to the past through the eyes of a teen-age girl, and marvel at how the world has changed -
and the many ways it has not.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

March 26, 1913 - Wednesday

26 - It rained a lot today. Mae arranged to meet me at the library at four. I waited till nearly half past and then went home. She came in a little while later. She'd gone down with Dan to whom she was being-nice so she "can squelch him better afterwards." He'd raised a blister on her lip by his too-much fervor. I always did fall for those "let's -combine-and-squelch-him" rackets, and then my squelching partner "makes up" with the victim and I'm left out in the cold. At Boarding school it was even worse, as the S.P. generally espoused the V.'s cause and got mad at me. I certainly am the goat this time, as always.


Mae invited me to spend the night with her, as her stern parent was starting for Washington. Refused at first but finally gave in though I had the strongest kind of a presentiment it was only a ruse to get Mae to do something rash and get caught. Sure enough, he came back at about 11. As my presentiment had prevent my undressing and had driven me into Mae's room, I slid out undetected [I hope]. It was raining cats and dogs, I had forgotten my rubbers & I had no umbrella. The library books I carried stained the front of my coat a lovely pink which looked as if I'd split my rouge (not that I use it). Roused Muz up and she let me in.

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