10:50 A.M. Half-chewed breakfast didn't satisfy her and she has bought some peanuts and started eating them.

12:00 Peanuts have dribbled along steadily since the last entry. Think she has finished them though.

12:30 P.M. Decided shw wasn't hungry. Instead of a good solid dinner tossed down a cold chocolate milkshake. Could have managed it all right if it hadn't been so cold.

1:10 P.M. Brrrr!!! More ice water!

1:40 P.M. Was mistaken about the peanuts. She found a handful in the bottom of the bag.

2:15 P.M. More ice water!

3:10 P.M. She has been lifting some heavy books and using my muscles instead of her arm muscles. That tires me more than digesting a six course meal.

4:20 P.M. Have received something like a half pound of caramels since the last entry. She just said, "Oh, dear, I don't feel a bit well. That milkshake must have beensour."

4:50 P.M. Had a lemon coke before catching the bus.

6:30 P.M. We played a set of tennis before dinner and here I am all tuckered out and too tired to handle dinner.

7:00 P.M. Fried potatoes, green corn, veal, and blueberries. What do you know about that!

7:45 P.M. Boy friend dropped by so we're going down to the drugstore for a sundae.

8:20 P.M. Got home and found little sister had made a pitcher of lemonade. Not willing to let any opportunity go by, she had a glass and a half of lemonade. That on top of the sundae settleds it. I strike!

8:30 P.M. Have sent back lemonade and the sundae.

8:40 P.M. Returned the blueberries, too.

8:50 P.M. And the veal.

9:10 P.M. They have sent for the doctor. Her mother says she probably inherited her father's weak stomach. I wonder where she got the weak head.

9:30 P.M. Doctor says she's a little upset because of the hot weather. My diagnosis is that human beings should not try to act like garbage cans.

10:00 P.M. She's settled down for the night but I plan to growl for a while.

11:30 P.M. She's having a nightmare. Serves her right, too.

Donated by our Lunchroom Manager,
Mrs. Hewitt.