Evelyn McCarville's Diary February 5, 1927

Julianne McCarville made this post from her grandmother's 1927 diary. If anyone else has a McCarville extended family story to tell, email me so I can put it up!

Feb. 5

Saturday

Yesterday was certainly my unlucky day. To begin with we were going to 7:15 Sodality mass this morning, and we didn’t get up until 7:30 so we went to 7:47 mass.

Then Marian Witmen told me my story was too “High Scholarly” for the “Journal”.

Then Dorothy Talfodd told me she had a date for the Junior Prom (I haven’t).

Then Vivian Gutsche told me Ban was mad at me because he called me up twice, and I was never home, and besides he didn’t believe in girls running around with every Tom, Dick + Harry! The idea! As if I did! Still I don’t want him to be mad at me, as someone who has to pay my way to shows.

Then I thought if Ban saw me at the game with Sheahan, my goose would be cooked!

Then Karl Shedhan was late in coming after me, and we were late to the game. Dorothy promised her back to Eloa Aelam at 10 of 8, and we didn’t get there until 8:30.

The rest of the evening wasn’t so bad. We lost the game, but it was good never the less. Afterwards, Dorothy, John Conroy, Karl and I went over to the Hilltop Pharmacy, and then, as it was raining, we took a taxi to Dot’s place.

Karl and John are so dumb! Karl, being of a mechanical turn of mind, insisted on fixing Billie French’s fine engine, and he fussed with it until I almost went crazy. Just like a man! He got this darned old bolts and strings and junk out in the middle of the floor and worked as if he were being paid for it!

They are dopey kids anyway. Want to pretend they are so fast, when they don’t know what the word means! The taxi didn’t get us home until 20 of 1, and you’d think it was 5 am the way Karl talked.

My principle reason for encouraging him is for the sake of Tillie Herrick. She is so impressed when Ed writes home that “the son of the president of a Paper Trust is rushing Evelyn”.

Karl and John are nice kids, though, and very thoughtful. Poor Karl worried about my coat and slippers and hat getting ruined far more than I did. But thoughtfulness isn’t the only thing! Entertainment is of some importance, as well.

Anyways, that night ended and today is here. It’s still raining, but what care I? Van called me up, isn’t mad anymore, and is coming up at 7:30 to take me to a show. The world is mine!

Now for someone to take me to the prom!

Meet Nina Grace McCarville

Nina Grace McCarville was born this evening, about 7 PM, to Andre and Chistina McCarville. Baby and grandparents, as well as parents, are doing well.

She is a 7 pound 5 ounce charming little creature who, like her mother, could melt the coldest of hearts. I predict she will have a great future.