A day of last minute things indeed – Beth and Elaine left, but we remain.

I saw Mr. Haines who asked me to copy several pamphlets for him from the N. Y. Public Library. It threatened to be a lifetime job. In my week to relax too! Oh well!

I’m so hot and dirty.

The letter from Bill cheered me only momentarily. It couldn’t penetrate.

We started home on a better – than usual trip. It was hot and we didn’t have seats from Washington to New York but we’ve suffered through worse. – Five bronxish soldiers adopted us - and I even got a free meal out of one of them.

Dad, Mother, Glory, and CB. met us at Penn Station and took us to supper at the Lavaria. We stopped at Glory’s for gingerale – and then Bill Brennan came over (on a special pass) – He looks good! He came back to the house and we talked m. – This is really going to be a nice summer.

I relaxed in the backyard sun with Mother and Dad – being happy over a real nice letter from Bill Boyd which came this morning.

At 3:00 P.M. Bill Brennan and Allen Fischweager came over. It was such a wonderful feeling to have them here – a recess from the war. Al’s a Flight Officer and seems as though the Air Corps has done well by him.

At about 5:00 Bill and I went into the city and had a seafood dinner at Mc Ginnis’ before going to the Paramount to hear Charlie Spivak and see Bing Crosby and Barry Fitzgerald in “Going my way”. (A beautiful picture) We stopped for a soda and came on home. Such a nice evening!

I stayed home today excepting for time out for a walk to Tiedeman’s with Glory, Irene and Camilla. We had sundaes and caught up on back news over a cigarette. They’re good gals.

Later natural excitement over false rumors that yesterday was D. Day with the arrival of the invasion. Allied troops did enter Rome today though. Oh god! When will this be over!

I planned to pound the pavement in search of a job but found to my surprise that actually people were practically begging anyone to work for them in the Market Research Field. Mostly thanks to Dave Wallace of Time, I could have had jobs with Elms Roper Crossley, Air Features, or Young’s Rubicam. Crossley seems like the best bet (5 day week except in June ¹⁶25 salary – excellent company – interesting work). Wallace said he’d contact Du Bois of life. I’ll wait till I hear from him to definitely make up my mind. – This is so different from what I’d expected!

It’s the Real Thing at last: D-Day, as allied troops invaded France with 11,000 planes, 4000 ships and a countless number of men – the most stupendous thing in History! Oh God. I wonder where It will end!

I went into the city again today. Glory took me to lunch at Schrafft's and then I hibernated in the Library to do work for Haines. It wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.

I met Dad to go to the Newsreel Theater and then met Mother for dinner at twin Oak on Lexington Ave.

After years of procrastinating, Mother and I went up the Hudson today. It was a lovely day for the boat ride and we relaxed completely, enjoying a really pleasant change. We took our lunch – sat reading and listening to the music as far as Poughkeepsie – then got off and walked around. The trip back was equally grand, with time out for a meal in the dining room. – I kept thinking of the men on invasion boats though!

I got a letter from life asking me to go see them about a job. I can’t decide between it and Crossley!

I phoned “Life” and found the job would just last several weeks; and so I decided definitely to work for Crossley. “Life” is a good contact for a permanent job after graduation though; and I’m tremendously enthused about the whole thing!

I met Cary in town by Radio City. We went to see “White Cliffs of Dover” and wept buckets loving it. The stage show was good too! – After the movie we shopped around some and then met Mother and Dad for dinner at the St. George.

I came home and went to bed with a terrific headache!

My annual hair beautification as I devoted the greater part of the day to a hair cut, shampoo, and permanent. I’m weary from sitting.

We had a Chinese supper and then I spent the evening catching up on back phone conversations.

Bill phoned from Mitchell Field and asked for a date tomorrow -- if he isn't restricted.

This is too beautiful to last!

Mother and I met Dad at the St. George to take him to the Hospital for further tests. (I wish he’d feel all right) – Then Cary and I hopped a series of subways to see the WAVES parade at Hunter College but was called off due to the rain, and we subwayed home again.

I got mail from Evie Smith (wanting me to go down to Florida), Jan Hilton and Bill who said he definitely won’t get a furlough for five months. It’s such a shame.

Bill Brennan and I went to the Midway to see “Buffalo Bill” and then came home for cokes.

An inbetween day! Dad still feels rotten and it’s having telltale effects everywhere.

I moseyed around reading and writing letters. Glory and I went to Tiedman’s for excitement and talked deep thoughts over cigarettes.

The Invasion is going as well as can be expected. It’s tremendous though- and the loss of life and equipment can’t be ignored.

My first day at Crossley - and I enthuse more about it as time goes by! The people are all grand and though we work quite hard to accomplish everything we have a lot of fun doing it. There are quite a few other college girls there, and we have a gay time. The work is interesting and everyone treats us grandly.

Happy Bill Boyd’s birthday. I tried to call him tonight -- but had no success. He is 24 today

Work continues to be interesting as I discover the taste preferences and foibles of the Great American Radio public. Some of the findings are indeed gems!

Jean, Ginnie, Dorothy and I had lunch at Child’s to break up the day. I worked an hour and a half overtime before meeting Mother and Dad at the St. George.

Work is picking up over at Crossley’s, and we dash around trying to get some of it done. I still enjoy it greatly though.

I was kind o' tired tonight but had fun at Audrey’s at the “Happy Girl’s Club'' picnic on the living room floor -- due to a change in the elements. It was pleasantly different.

I worked two hours overtime and became really interested in the work.

I met Mother and Dad for dinner at the Dixie, It was good -- and made extra nice by the music there.

The Invasion is going quite well. We bombed the steel centers of Japan today too!

This was Pay Day -- which cheered me no end. It was grand to receive $25.33, even after Social Security and Withholding Tax were deducted, and I’m happy about the whole thing.

Mother met me for supper at the Fish Grotto -- before going to Jay’s and Ann’s -- where I met Ann’s cousin, Joe by the way.

Saturday, but I worked anyhoo being as how Crossley goes full blast Saturday mornings during June.

I came home and relaxed peacefully in the garden in a pair of resurrected shorts and then drooped some more this evening listening to the Hit Parade for a change. I guess I’m just not used to being a working girl and was pretty doggone tired.

This morning I sunned out in the backyard for awhile before dressing for dinner. The whole dinner was good and the day was a quiet one.

Bill Brennan phoned from Mitchell -- he was on K.P this weekend. He gave me the news that he expects to be stationed there even after this course is finished.

Happy Father’s Day!

We had a tremendous thunder storm today -- and day was really turned into night, but Crossley continued as ever.

I came home this evening and relaxed after catching up on some back telephone calls.

I got a carburetourish letter from Bill and a letter from the National Council of Churches asking me if I were interested in becoming a missionary. Rev. Pickins at W&M had mistaken my gleam of interest for a spark of enthusiasm. It’s always a desperate last resort though!

An inbetweenish day. It looked gloomy and continued on a rainy keel till evening. I took time out from working in a room off Mr. Crossley’s office -- to dash down to 34 St. and meet Cary for a hasty lunch in Schrafft’s.

This evening I worked till seven and then had dinner with Mother and Dad at Rosoff’s.

More of the same weather! We worked all day on newspaper clippings for sustaining programs -- an endless task! The day became hysterical -- and was enlightened by a lunch of the same kind in Loft’s by a waitress who mistook us for high school girls -- a blow to the ego.

A first day of summer!

Work was pleasant, as always. I met Gloria for lunch in Grand Central and chatted at some length with her.

This evening I met Dad and Carl Reisman at the St. George for dinner. Carl is a naval lieutenant, graduate of Georgia Tech. and son of a friend of the family… besides being awfully nice and rather smooth. We ate and danced at the St. George… and then Carl and I went to the Cafe Rouge at the Hotel Penn to dance some more to Glen Gray’s music. It was all very pleasant fun. I hope I hear from him again.

I drooped through work today -- a little sleepy after last night -- but happy. Admitted that we didn’t accomplish too much, we had deep talks and sang merrily as we edited.

I met Louise for lunch at Toffenetti's. She’s tremendously happy over plans to go to Alabama this month or next to be with Bill, and assumes the role of the engaged gal, with ease.

Mr. Ward told us we don’t have to work tomorrow-- and we’re real glad about that. I could use the sleep.

Today marks a year since I’ve seen Bill. It’s a long time -- made longer by the fact that it doesn’t seem as though I’ll see him again for awhile. Damn the war.

It was so pleasant to lazy around this morning without having to get up and go to work, and I relished it indeed.

This afternoon I did little but write letters and read O. Henry stories.

This evening I went over to Glory’s to play bridge with her Aud and Irene. It was sleepily hysterical and we had a good time.

Evie wrote me a letter and Paul Jones sent a cord from Hawaii.

Audrey and I went to St. Gabe’s this morning. The service was the annual Choir Festival, and really lovely.

Bill called and then came over this afternoon for awhile. We just talked.

Carl phoned this evening to say he’d planned on coming out here today but was kept on duty till late this afternoon.

Work went as usual today. Jean, Elaine and I had lunch at Ye Eat Shoppe as diversion.

I met Mother this evening for supper at the Chinese restaurant before going to the Valencia and seeing Charles Bayer and Ingrid Bergman in “Gaslight”. It was scarey, but good!

Mr. Ward announced we’ll have all next weekend off to celebrate the Fourth.

Another inbetweenish day with nothing really new. Diversion came this evening with dinner at the Twin Oaks with Mother and Dad. Steak is such an innovation these days!

The Allies have officially taken over the city of Cherbourg from the Nazis and have returned it to the French.

I got letters from Freddie and Bob, both in England and both written after the invasion. It all still seems like a horrible dream!

I met Beth for lunch today. It was good to be with her again. We talked ‘n caught up on all sorts of back news.

This evening Glory, Aud, Joanie, Irene and I had a gay dinner at Toffenetti’s before going out to Lillian’s to what turned out to be a bride-less shower for Jacqueline. She never appeared and so Mother took the shower out to her house.- Del had just come home and seemed surprised at her news that they’re to be married Sunday. It was pathetic. If that’s a sample of a war marriage -- I don’t know!

I left work a few minutes early and came home with a rather terrific cold. I’ll take it easy for awhile.

Today’s letter from Bill Boyd has returned to the normal swing of things. It was awfully sweet, and I beam. He’s being sent to Fort Benning, GA -- one of 2 men out of 1000 chosen for special training. I’m proud of him -- but confused over what the special training is.

Bill Brennan phoned for a longish chat.

My cold caught up with me and I stayed home today. It’s the first time I’ve ever “shirked my duty” but it’s indeed pleasant to rest.

Would that my voice -- such as it is -- could return.

Dad came out this evening. The routine of medicine bottles has begun in earnest!

The year is halfway over.