May 2, 1913 - Friday

2 - Mae came over to No. 3 after I got back from school. After supper Mae and Mr. Rice sat on the front steps and gazed at the moon. Felt rather de trop, so played with Mabel. Gee, I do wish I had a beau, Darn it! Not any beau, but a certain one. Poor fool, can't you do anything but talk drivel? (Above is addressed to myself, dear reader, but is applicable to you, probably)