March 22, 1913 - Saturday

22 - Went to Art Class but did not accomplish very much as I felt anything but workative. Met Howard Dibble on my way down though and he gave me a lift in the machine. After lunch Mae and I made (or rather, tried to make) maple cream. It set me back fifty whole cents and came out wrong. The fool recipe called for 2, no, 1 1/2 cups of butter and only one of maple sugar. The resulting mess was beyond any but profane description. Mae, being rich to the tune of $.25, we made sea foam instead and that was all right.

March 21, 1913 - Friday

21 - Did nothing with all my might all day. Mae and I had a duel with pillows in the afternoon but, as we had it in the yard, our audience got so numerous that we modestly withdrew. Besides it was raining.

Saw the Y.P. (Mae's name for Mr. L. and Mr. A., meaning Young Presumptiouses) at supper. I like Mr. Lloyd much better than Mr. Anderson who won't pay the least attention to Mae or myself but condescends to address a remark of the most sarcastic nature to the Nut (Dan) every once and so often. He very obviously regards Mae and me (especially me) as babes too insignificant to try his charms on. Too bad! He has awfully nice hair and a rather nice lot of manners, too, and I might have got a crush on him.

I wanted so to see Don again tonight that I wept, poor fool. Too bad I haven't enough proper pride to get unstuck on anyone who has so politely but firmly shown me that I'm no one as far as he's concerned. But I do want him so! I have not any pride, I guess, as I'd do almost anything to have relations on their former friendly footing.

March 20, 1913 - Thursday

20 - Last day of school for this week as we have tomorrow off.

March 19, 1913 - Wednesday

19 - Had breakfast with Mae, and walked as far as the High School with her. She says Dan told her that Mr. A. was a very "fast" youth. However, as Mae so truly remarked "The fast ones are much more fun than the slow ones if you only can _____" Yes, but can I? Won't he regard me as a mere infant? However, Mae and I are the only available damsels at Mahoney's so perhaps ____. I'm all right if they (Messrs. L. and A.) don't both get stuck on Mae. She's two years older than I, besides being ever and ever so much prettier.

March 18, 1913 - Tuesday

18 - Mae came quite late to breakfast. She says that, after I went, she and Dan went over to her rooms and camped down in her dad's room, where they were "diskivered" by that cross, not to say chronically irate parent. Result (after Dan's departure) ___ a storm, in which the I.P. accused Mae of unconventionality in entertaining Dan unchaperoned. I don't see why the deuce it's so much worse to be alone with him over there than in the Mahoney parlor, but it seems it is. Truly, the ways and rules governing us are hair-splitting. (And some of them are side-splitting.)

Went to the Library after school and got two books, "Wild Animals I Have Known" and "Don-a-Dreams", the latter because of its suggestive tittle. I am a dub. I think I shall write a masterpiece entitled "Nuts I have Known" and head the list with Marjorie W. James N. N. A. (Nuttiest Nut of All). I don't believe I have a speck of self respect, or I wouldn't be such an ass, even in private. And about a boy who doesn't care two, or even one and a half, straws about me. I aught to be so ashamed of myself that I'd turn ripe-tomato-color instead of the sickly yellow I am.

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"Wild Animals I Have Known" is a fiction collection from 1898 by Ernest Thompson Seton. Read the wiki or read it online at Project Gutenburg.
"Don-a-Dreams: A Story of Love and Youth" was written in 1906 by Harvey O'Higgins. Read online at the Internet Archive.

March 17, 1913 - Monday

17 - Wore my green ribbons, of course. Saw Mr. Lloyd and Mr. Anderson at supper. Mr. A. is very good-looking, so I guess I shall get smitten with him, if possible. (I am rather a sickening little fool, am I not?) As I was going home i heard, metaphorically speaking, cries of anguish coming from the kitchen and, my curiosity arising, as I detected, in the Jeremiad which Mabel was performing, the magic word, "Fudge", I went in. There stood Mabel, almost weeping because Edna had given her a recipé for Fudge, which told her to "take it from the fire when done", but had neglected to tell her how to tell when it was "done"; so the poor kid was stranded in the middle of a fudge spree and likely to remain in the middle indefinitely. Yes, Guinevere, of course I rescued the maiden in distress, receiving a piece of the rescued fudge. Mrs. M. came out afterwards and pressed upon me a dime probably for my help to Mabel, as I can think of nothing else meritorious that I've done lately. She would not take "no" for an answer, as I knew beforehand, or I would not have offered her that virtuous reply, so I'm in a dime. Went home a trifle after curfew, to Mae's and Dan's rather too evident relief.

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.