Friday, January 26, 1945

I was standing in the Rec Hall at the movies talking to some lads when Jimmie's voice came over the PA system. It was a thrill - fortunately the movie film got twisted and nobody could fix it, so we had shorts and I heard most of his palereo - Big Time - mellow. I knew he was excited, especially after I called and they wouldn't let me talk to him, because of something. I said, "Listen, I've got through to Bob Hope without this much trouble". He kept sending me little messages in his requests - and referring to our Red Cross foolishness earlier in the day and once said, in explaining the atmosphere in the studio, that "great crowds" were there, " so you see how it is, children." That was me. We went to tea at the Manse, at Major and Mrs. Dugale's, in a taxi - snow on the pines and the Cathedral framed in the window, and everyone loving Jimmie for his sweet talk and fingers making such fairy sounds. Played Clair de Lune for me. A concert later at the Rec Hall. Terrible not to be able to talk. But later at the mess.