Went down to pay Mr. M(?) his share of the the ticket V. sold for Sunday School. Bought (?) several.
Went over to Eva (?)'s to play bridge. Pete was there. We taught him a little about bridge - maybe.
Had a marvelous date tonight. We went down to see "The Cat and the Canary." Very spooky, funny, and well acted - in spots - altogether enjoyable picture. I arrived over at the Scott's at 6:30 - just an hour earlier than usual. I did so in order to get to the (?) Theater in time to see the show. When we reached home we found everyone in excellent humor. The family went off to bed early. And - we discussed the possibility of our marriage at a near date - well -
Met V. at (corner of two streets) and walked home with her. Oh boy - ain't love grand. Stopped in her home for a moment (to get a book of the pictures of the World War) and read a letter Alice received from Bud Burns at Lehigh University - He sure can write the letters -
Told Betty I couldn't go, "I have an important engagement." And you think I should go to the party. I love you. - Took V. home from school - (?) all, just sweetheart.
Betty Farrell called me up tonight. She wants me to take her to a party Sat. night. I used to like her a lot dear as a friend. I asked you if I could have a date for Sat. night. You suspected something like a party for me and said "no." You dear sweet unselfish darling. I love you. Of course I shan't go to that party - Karl B(?) played the new (?) organ tonight. Terrible except for "Rhapsody in Blue" and "Love's Dream."*
Maybe" Love Dream" by Liszt?
Took V. down to see "Breakfast at Sunrise."* The show was "ok" but rather simple and not much to it.
*A silent romantic comedy released in 1927.
Tonight was wonderful. I met V at 5:05 tonight. Took her home in a taxi. It was raining and slushy and was until in for dinner. After clearing up the dinner dishes we decided to wash each other's hair. Oh boy what fun we had. An audience comprised of Mrs. Scott, Charlie, and Alice critiqued our every move. But it was fun. That has been one of my ambitions. It came much sooner than expected. Maybe the other one will too sweetheart.
I took V. home from the church sale tonight. She was so tired. I have a terribly sore throat and stuffed up head. Aren't we a pair, sweetheart. Oh if the time would only comes, as you aptly defined it when "We shall mingle our curls on the same pillow - " So this is civilization or rather its price. Dicky's(?) idea of you dear is "the nicest girl of all nice girls." Me too Dicky(?).
This is the journal of Virginia Lee Scott, my grandmother, written when she was seventeen and first dating my grandfather, John Arnold Wilson. It's a dairy published by Media Drug Stores and includes space for two entries per day, with facts about the era printed at the bottom, which I have included in italics. Following, 1928, is the journal of John Arnold Wilson, my grandfather, at age nineteen and in love with my grandmother, followed by my grandmother's journal in 1931.