Wednesday November 2 1932
Cleaned our typewriter took off ribbon, scrubbed keys & made ourselves dirtier than the typers had been. I washed my hair at Mary’s & she waved it.
Helen asked me to her house for supper. Irene Ziegler there too. Helen fixed the nicest eat, all pretty with low lights for my birthday. Gave me a green sucker. Get it? At 12 I sat up in bed & said “I’m 17!”