Author: David Haldeman

Friday, May 20, 1932
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Thursday May 19 1932
French exam– Not so hard but that means I’ll get a low grade. Mary peeked in toward the end.
Finished buying my prom stuff. Mitts, hose, shoes. Then wen to G.R. installation of officers. I’m the new publicity chairman.

Wednesday Mary 18 1932
No exams today but I can’t for the life of me think what I did. I know I didn’t study Francaise tho.
[later July 26] Oh I remember – Mary B. asked me down for supper & evening.

Tuesday May 17 1932
We kids got up about 8:45. Messed around & then studied for Chemistry exam for one hour + ½. When the exam was passed out it was exactly like the test papers we had studied I hope. Ran around with Mary a little. Met Helen C & walked part way home with her.

Monday May 16 1932
Last day of regular school. I’ll miss my French friends & the good time in 6th perios but maybe next year—
Mary Clark came after me & I went to her home for supper. Went to Civic Orchestra practice with her & got to talking to Mr. Albright about the Herald. Who knows.

Sunday, May 15, 1932
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Saturday, May 14, 1932
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Friday May 13 1932
The Herald editorship won’t be announced until the middle of the summer. Talked to Mrs. Marshall about it. We four kids sure had fun planning a wiener roast while walking the 2 miles from Gene’s house. The last Herald was published. It surely should have been better. I’d hate to say it was the best I could do. Worked in the yard, wrote & made fudge in evening.

Thursday May 12 1932
Mary Burtch, Helen Holdridge, Gene Doring and I all went to the Senior Play “The Royal Family” together. Mother too. A take off of the Barrymore family. Such clothes. Afterwards we all went to Gene’s house to stay all night. Tried de etudier mais nous a parle plus. Lindberg baby found dead 5 miles from home.

Wednesday May 11 1932
Made our schedules for next year. I signed up for Am. Lit., Am. Hist., Typing II, French II and Shorthand I if I don’t make the editorship. If they don’t announce that pretty soon I’ll be a nervous wreck. B. Guthrie said they would to morrow.