Wednesday, March 13, 1929

Algebra is awful. Unless I can’t help it I’ll never take it on again. The invitations were at school today. In Physics today we reviewed the last questions and it sounded pretty good for me. Right after lunch I read. At three thirty I started dressing for the tea I was having for my Sunday School Class. We played Blind Man’s Bluff until everybody was here and then we had dainty sandwiches, cookies and lemonade. Then such a ruff and tumble that followed. Such screaming and yelling as you never heard. At about six they demanded that I tell them stories, scary ones were the only kind. By seven, after they had all left I was worn out. Then Mom came home and announced that I was invited out to dinner at the Blaisdell’s with them. There were four middle aged couples and Hope and I. After dinner, Hope and I went riding. We came home at eleven but I was pretty tired.