Evelyn McCarville's Diary January 10, 1927

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1927
JAN 10
Tuesday

Isn’t this a ducky book for a diary? I just got it a few minutes ago down at Behan’s “Marquette Shop” and that’s why I’m starting it on the 10th instead of the first. That’s one reason why I didn’t get a regular diary; I’ve decided this year to keep a record not as much of what I do as what I think and feel. In my other diaries there would often be several blank pages at a time because I would forget to write, so the old order changeth; hail to the new era!
I’m going to give a little summary of what’s been going on these last ten days tho’ because I may need to look up something sometime, and I want a record, so here goes.
As 1927 sneaked in I was in the Square Theater, in the fair city of Ottumwa, Iowa, with Bernard Clabby, and we didn’t get out of the show until about 1:30.
I stayed at home, except when I went to church, and in the afternoon I went to the K.C. open house. I had such a good time that a whole bunch of is kids stayed until after the evening program.
When that was over Clabby + I, Bernice and John Fagan went to a show. John is a great old traveling salesman, and thinks he’s a great hit with the flappers. He is nice. He told me that when he left Ottumwa six years ago, I was a little kid running around, holding my father’s hand.
The next two days I spent getting ready to come back to Milwaukee, and I left the night of the 3rd. Gee, I caught a terrible cold in the sleeper. I have it yet, too.
As soon as I got off the train Tuesday I dashed up to class, and have been dashing ever since. I never saw such a week or hurry and bustle and excitement.
Nothing much has happened since except that I’m studying like a Trojan. Exams come next week. I went to a movie one afternoon (Friday, I think) with Bob Slaby, and I stayed out at Dorothy Talfond’s (Frenches’ on 49th St.) Sunday night, while Ruth had a date with a sheik from her home town.
On the way to school Mon. morning (Mr. French brought us)he offered me a part time job as a stenog at the Ecco. Mfg. Co. of which he is gen. Mgr. I worked Monday and today from about 3 to 6:30. It’s fun, but he doesn’t seem to realize that you might want to quit at 5:30 the regular time.
We had a terrible time deciding whether to go to a show tonight or not, and Ruth and I cussed and discussed the matter so long that it was too late to go to a show, so we stayed home.