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.

Friday, June 7, 2013

May 10, 1913 - Saturday

10 - Was right in regard to "Daddy's" orders to Mae. She told me so when I asked her point-blank. I'm really rather flattered that I'm considered such a pernicious influence. Next to, or perhaps before, being a really classy sky-piloting, pointing-to-the-better-way young person, I'd like to be a temptress. I've always cherished a sneaking ambition to be a villainess. In melodrama, anyway, they always seem so happy-go-lucky while the heroine worries and, like the butcher, "takes life seriously."


Posed for Mr. Logan to-day. He has finished his "tennis Girl", entirely to his dissatisfaction, and did a profile of me to-day. Somehow, my Napoleonic nose adapteth itself not to profile sketches. I is anything but retrousee (spelt right?) He gave me $2 of the $4 he owes me and says he'll give me the other $2 next time, so all's well.

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