1. Simile: As left-out feeling as a boy whose best girl has just got a new kitten.
2. I suddenly remembered: my chagrin when Knerr changed his “Happy German Twins (or Kids – I don’t know which it was) to The Katzenjammer Kids – because of World War anti-German sentiment.
3. Thought to check up on: Musicians play to moods. Divine the mood by studying numbers selected. Tonight “Painting the Cloud with Sunshine” and “Let’s All Sing Like the Birdies Sing” were spontaneous selections[1] and my guess is the mood was “left-outish,” because I did not call this afternoon as I had been invited to do. Which would indicate a desire to palliate with an opposite or cheery music – maybe I’m bragging. But, as I say, it will take study.
4. An advance to JH of 5, 10, maybe 15 years from now: A false feeling of beneficence and “sharing one’s joys with the neighbors” is in me merely a desire to “show off.” Sharing has for me little joy unless I am, by doing so, made the “big shot” at the time – so to speak. I’m afraid this is true, and I can only hope that I will live it down. Thus, I address this to myself 10, 15 years from not. Memory of the thought will likely be amusing then. Parenthetically: A good idea for a novel essay of the “Golden Book” type would be to write a series of letters to oneself 10 years in the future.
It seems I cannot appreciate listening to a radio as much unless I am at the dials, and am able to rest assured that the selector dial is exactly on the station – that the volume dial has not been unnecessarily opened up to take care of improper selection of the station. This is only a partial explanation – I believe the real reason is that I want to be the center of the show – the man who sets the dials – the one to whom all the listeners should be indebted for their mirth, their enjoyment, and their thrill at hearing the voice of some popular idol of the day. I don’t enjoy my auto ride nearly as much as when I am doing the driving, picking the route, etc. I only hope this is a passing youthful foible – it is certain to become offensive to someone, if it hasn’t already.
5. In a newspaper today, an item, or rather a statement, to the effect that success in the future will be measured by achievements other than the accumulation of wealth – achievements such as come in the fields of art, science, and human welfare – my only chance to be a “success, I fear.”
6. Yesterday was a “red letter” day in the way of new achievement. My posts on The Mountaineer[2]: interviewer, feature writer, editor, book editor, head writer, advertising copy solicitor, type setter, proof reader, make-up man, and press feeder. Proud? Sure, why not! What if it is only a 5-col., 4-page sheet!
7. Bud just dropped in on his late check of exam-cramming Hoon Hallers.[3] Must quit.
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