Evelyn Exceen McCarville's Diary - May 2, 1927

Julie provided this update of her grandmother's diary.

MAY 2 (1927) MON

Well, the bug dances are over, and I’m, here in bed at 9 o’clock, ready to hit the hay to catch up on lost sleep.

Last Wednesday night I stayed home and last Thursday night I had a date with Van. Friday was the big night of the Journalism Jamboree, Conroy and Sheahan + Herrick came in style in a rented (big) car. Herrick had a rather doubtful looking girl from upstairs where he lives, and Karl had Marian Witmer. They (the boys) were all felling pretty “good” and before the dance was over they felt even better. It was quite a “wet” party.

I had some good dances – but it seems that the best dances I had promised were the ones they didn’t get to play – the last ones. Rupert Muleshy took Frances O’Boyle and we had the next to the last exchanged. I was disappointed, because I like him.

After the dance we went to “little Bohemia” and danced a while and then came home about 1:45. For further reference, see my dance program.

Saturday night I went with Meeba and this Reilly kid and Geo. Kilkenny. It was quite a stale party and we went to “Hollywood” and child’s afterwards. Didn’t come in until about 2:30. I like Kilkenny.

An awful thing happened before we left the house. Melba didn’t come until 9:35 and the taxi didn’t come until 9:45

And the boy smoked and got ash on Mrs. Couch’s wig, and oh, everything went wrong. I don’t know whether she heard me come in or not. I’ve expected her to say something, and I sneak around here like a dog. Gee, I was nervous while they were here. But we had a good time anyways. Kilkenny and Reilly call those 2 girls from Racine the “trick” dancers, and John Smith ordered Loraine Levernz not to trade with “tricky” girls. Joan Elva and Ellen. And they were so thrilled! Ellen had butterflies all over her dress. I was talking to them today, and they both fell for Kilkenny, and Aurelia was bemoaning the fact that she didn’ trade! How Kilkenny would enjoy that! I really feel sorry for those kids. So utterly unsophisticated.

Sunday morning I taught my Sunday school class down in the 3^rd ward, as usual, and went to 11 o’clock mass with Frances Murphy.

Dorothy Tolford stayed all night with me the night of the jamboree, and when she went home next day, she accidentally took my key with her. Saturday P.M. Viv Guteche and I were out to Dorothy’s and I forgot to bring my key home. So I had to borrow one from Mrs. Couch Sat. night and crawl in the window after church Sunday morning. Oh gosh, everything is goofy!

Van Slate came up yesterday afternoon and I brought him in my room (as Per Mrs. Couch’s past orders) but I think Nellies were shocked. I’m, not keen about it myself.

I had supper at the Badger Room with Karl Sheahan, and met Rupert afterwards, and he only spoke to Karl.

Rupert rooms next room to Van, and has found out all about our little romance. I hope it doesn’t stop him from taking me to the Sigma Delta Chi affair. Oh gee, such is life! And Van just called me up, and it’s 9:30 and Couch’s were home, and Mrs. Couch gave me a dirty look, and oh what’s the use?