A winning game is all right. A losing game is all wrong.
We convinced the Meran's(?) tonight that we were married. Hughie was good enough to say the was sorry it wasn't true.
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I am a miserable, rotten sport. Several days ago I lost at bridge, played miserably, and was reprimanded by John. I wrote that I "hate, detest, loathe, and despise bridge." This evening twelve of us played and I had the next to the highest score. I almost permitted myself to enjoy playing - and I would like to play again quite soon.
A winning game is all right. A losing game is all wrong. We convinced the Meran's(?) tonight that we were married. Hughie was good enough to say the was sorry it wasn't true.
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ContextThis 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. Archives
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