February 18 – 24, 1925

February 18

Got a letter from Harold Carter of A&M. A day of aches + pains! Gosh. Lab this afternoon. Heard we would have a French exam Fri week. Gosh, that means work. Busted the chem exam. I am so dumb. Natalie Popperman came over to stay while her folks were at church. Studied.

February 19

Classes – home – wrote letters. To gym. A marvelous time. To Auntie’s a while, home, and laid on “Eugenie Grandet” After supper, started again. Dear old Fritz called.

February 20

No chem class. Cut Eng. Quiz section and went with Fred. Lunch + tennis meeting. Chem lab. To cousin NanNan’s tea at 4. Grand time. Home + Miss Fordtran + I talked of going to Europe. Oh, I want to go worse than I’ve ever wanted to go anywhere in my life.

February 21

Classes. A History test. For gas, etc. and to Bob’s. Home. Fixed my crossword puzzle. To basketball game. Rice Vs. Baylor. Won 26-15. Home and to bed — so-so tired!

February 22

Washington’s birthday

Lord! What a day! To S.S. Home. Studied French and history all day. Fred called + broke the monotony. Started in and ok, I’m so sick of it!

February 23

Another day of study! Classes. Autry House for lunch. Rotton gym. Home and began my history report. Lord, what a job! and what a day!

February 24

It’s after 12, Diary. I’m nearly dead. After classes, I came home, washed my hair, then began. I studied til 5, then went to Jerry’s tea for Ruth Schwiekart. Home + after supper, began again. I’ll be so glad when it’s over. A test Fri in Eng + a Span + Hist test Sat + this term theme!



February 17, 1925 It seems my love for you is stronger than I am

Dearest Big Boy –

I know I ought to be studying; I also know I owe your sister and your cousin a letter as well as a dozen other people. In spite of all that, here I am writing you a note. It isn’t enough to see you nearly every day. Sat nite dates aren’t enough – oh, dear boy, I know I do things I shouldn’t. I know I’m not doing all I can to keep you the dear good boy I want; I know I slip, too, but Fred I love you. I forget all myself in the desire to give you what you want. It seems my love for you is stronger than I am, but I love you so. Oh, you can’t realize just what you mean to me. You can’t know the prayers of thankfulness that go up from my heart when I look at other boys and compare them to Fritz. You don’t know how proud I am of you when you do things worth while. How thrilled when you say “Little Darling, I want to share them with you.” Just the fact that you want me to be a partner and a pal – oh! there’s not many boys who have worthwhile things to want to share. But yours are highest honors. It’s like Ralph said – you’re looked up to by your class mates – and it’s a thrill for any girl to go with you. But I know that Fred love me.

Well, anyway, you’ve heard that a dozen times from me. Perhaps even someone else before me said the same thing. Perhaps even you asked someone else to share your honors. Only perhaps.

I’m not jealous of them, because I know that even if you did love someone else long ago – that you love me now, and the other girl holds no place in your heart, except as a memory. I know that your thoughts and your kisses are for only me, and why should I worry about the past. It is quite sufficient for me to know that Fred cares and how I return that love!

Not for gold, or for the thing girls want most – popularity – would I give you up. I’d love to have popularity and it would be nice to have oodles of claps and perhaps dates, but I shan’t even think of them, because Fred is worth more than those.

Here are the pictures I promised. They’re given with all my love.



February 11 – 17

diary entry February 1925February 11

Flat tire on car. School in Willie’s car, Lab. Home. Town. Played some ancient songs for Dad. Date with Jack. Diary, I am more thankful than ever for Fred. I think Jack + I have parted forever. I really don’t care. He finished up his debt in candy, so I am not worried. Jack bores me to tears. Just a “sitter.” He’s good looking, but oh, what devilish lies he tells! I’m glad he’s gone!

February 12

Lincoln’s Birthday

Had a history test this morning. To town to get some shoes. Didn’t succeed. Met Jack Kimple -a boy who met me before at the slime dance. He’s real cute. I get rid of one Jack and here comes another one! Studied + fooled around. A chem test tomorrow. Dear old Fred called + talked 2 minutes. Diary, I’m cutting a wisdom tooth! By heck, I’m proud of myself!

February 13

Friday 13 – Lord help us! A Chem exam this morning. Some exam! Chem lab moved from old to new building. Lots of fun with Bruce. Studied a little. To Mary Parker’s dance at her house with Fred, Field Reynaud + Sis. Good times. Jack Kimple – a boy I met at the slime dance called me, and he seems so cute! Hot dog!

February 14

Valetine Day

Classes. Home. Town in afternoon. Looked for shoes. To see The Golden Bed at Queen. A grand picture. To basketball game with Fred. My tooth ache gave me the old heck and I was so tired. Every move made me sick + faint. Went to bed half dead. Got a dear box of Mexican candy from Hop for Valentine + a dear Valentine from Fred.

February 15

Gosh! What a day! These wisdom teeth! Slept all morning and studied in afternoon. At 5 went out for Fred and rode a while. Home and washed my hair. Studied some more. Oh, I felt so rotten. Haven’t found out what’s wrong. Got a special from Hop.

February 16

Better today. Classes then a terribly strenuous workout in gym. A world of fun but so hard. Got a dear letter from Guitte + Isobel. To town with Mother. Studied – I’m so sore it’s pitiful! My poor legs!

February 17

Saw dear old Fritz this morning. Diary, he’s so precious. Had the shin splints so badly I couldn’t move. Classes. Home. Out with Sis to practice gym. We had a dumb gym and my legs are worse. Home, played + studied. Gee, but my ankles and legs hurt!!!!!!


February 4 – 10, 1925

The James Autry House at Rice University, Houston, Texas

Autry House, Houston, Texas

February 4

School wasn’t very exciting. Had lunch at the Autry House then had lab. Riding with Aunt Mildred and the kids. Home took a bath, dressed + went out to Fred’s brother’s for dinner. It wasn’t violently exciting either, but I did enjoy it. I had a world of time to think, weigh, analyze and wonder – wonder – Oh, Diary, dear, it’s no secret. I do love Fred. He’s dear and good, but oh! the other! I’m just not sure.

February 5

I’m so tired. Have an awful pain in my chest. threatens to floor me. Had only Span. (Spanish) class today + then went to inspect M.E. building (Mechanical Engineering) with Fred. Had heaps of fun! Then had more fun at Autry House for lunch. Didn’t have either energy or ambition to be any good in gym. Helped fix my dress + cut up generally. Oh, I have such a pain in my side. It hurts like the devil. Wonder what it is!

February 6

Such a perfect nite! Made to think of love not French + Ger. (German) wars! Have a Hist. exam tomorrow. Classes this morning. Tennis meeting. Home + slept off an abominable headache. Studied after supper. I’m just glad – glad to be alive – healthy, to have Mother, Dad, Sis + Fred – to have Hop and Oh! just my friends. The Slime dance is Mon nite. Boy Howdy! Bravo!

* Slimes were freshman at Rice and went through a hazing period. I found this bit on the Slime traditions from the ’30s here. 

February 7

Classes – tennis at 11:30. had a Soph con-fab then took Madge out to Heights. Home, dinner, then studied. Went to basketball game with Fred + Sis. Won 31-23. Fred wasn’t terribly well tonite. Diary, dear, there might a little doubt, but I just can’t help loving Fred with all my heart. I can’t help wanting him – really + truly!

February 8

One exciting day. To S.S. with Herbert, then riding with him in Bill Grace’s car. Home, dinner. Chasing Margie with Madge, Ruth, Flo + Babe. Got her let her go on honor. Chased some slimes, then had a flat tire. Fred came out + fixed it for us. Flo + Babe came by at nite. Oh it was all so exciting + we had more fun. Fred was so sweet about the tire. Oh, I love him so!

February 9

A day I shall never forget. Got Margie and Flo. Ruth, Madge, Babe, Sis + I all stayed at Auntie’s. Oh! Such mystery and such excitement. Fooled around all day, then dressed + went to Slime Dance at 9. Got Margie in OK and she was cute. Went in Kenneth Nairn’s car. Oh I love to dance with him! He’s so dear! To pig stand at 12. I had a real good time on a crowded floor + aching feet + some rotten dancers!

February 10

The day after the nite before. Oh I was dead. Up in time for an 8:30 class. Home + to sleep at 12. Woke up at 5. Had supper + talked to Fred + studied. All I have thought of today has been how thankful I am that Fred is not a boy who drinks. My dances last night were dumb, but oh! the drunks out there. I couldn’t seem to get away from them. I’m so glad and thankful for Fred. My love is so much deeper now.


January 28 – February 3, 1925

January 28

School, lab, home, studied all afternoon, then went to the basketball game. Fred is a dear but I don’t understand him at times. Oh, I felt so rotten – so awfully rotten. Mother + I talked real late.

January 29

Diary dear, it’s bobbed! Bobbed! Oh! It looks so cute. Everyone seems pleased. Went out at 1 for my wave and left at 5:30. Four long hours. Oh, I’m so glad it looks cute. It does – so cute, and so much cuter than I expected. Oh, I wonder what Fred will say when he sees it tomorrow!

January 30

Little secret book, one perfect day. Everyone was thrilled and surprised and everyone liked it worlds better. Fred was wonderfully pleased. Went to a bridge with Bea, Dot + Sis + had a grand time. Then to a S.S. party with Fred. We had a glorious time, and oh, it was wonderful. Met an awfully cute A&M boy – Harold Carter. Diary, it’s all too new + too wonderful.

January 31

The last of Jan! I’ve written 31 times in you, dear book! After school this morning, I washed my hair, then at 3:30 I took Fred + his 2 aunts riding, then went up town with Fred at nite, and we sought amusement on 69 cents! Oh, diary, dear, I’m in for tonite, fortunate but I just don’t know. I love Fred, I love life, but I’m so disillusioned.

January Memoranda

Little Blue Book, isn’t it terrible to start off the new year so tired I just haven’t the energy to move or breathe. Oh, it seems so many centuries ago that I was really rested, and since I really felt good. Xmas holidays set me back. I intended to just rest and I just chased myself around in a circle. 5 bridge parties in a week. Oh I wish I could be the old Florence with all the pep. Filled with aching eyes, bobbed hair, Fred and I new flames, 31 days has passed. Wonderful days!

February 1

I wonder if I ever felt so despondent – so disillusioned – so hopeless as I do today. After S.S. I came home. Slept all afternoon. Developed a fierce headache. And an English exam in the morning. It seems that even Science is failing to help me. I know I’m not using it in the right way, but I can’t seem to find the right way. I’m getting so desperate. And oh! I’m so blue – so – so – hopeless.

February 2

Thank heavens I feel a little more human. Stayed home from the tennis picnic because of lack of energy and studied. Mrs. Stancliff phones at 6, and Fred at 6:30. Studied late. Old Fritz is a dear, there’s a certain ring in his voice sometimes over the phone that makes the thrills just go over me, and gives me a feeling of – well, I can’t even express it!

February 3

I wish there were about a million pages in you, Diary, dear so I could tell you all my secrets. There’s one which worries me so much. Nothing happened today at all. Fred called and asked me to go to his bro. tomorrow nite for dinner. His mother is here, so I’m going. I think. Oh, dear Diary, it’s all so mixed up. I’m just nearly lost.


January 15 – 21, 1925

Thursday, Jan 15

Just another day – and Sat is close again. I rather look forward to it this week. School till 11. Slept all afternoon and developed some more eyes! Jack called and wanted me to go to the Queen, but it was raining too hard. Darn! and I wanted to see what picture. We tumbled later and had lots of fuss. Even tho I am not too sure, I do believe that Fred is the right one. I love him so – with all my heart.

January 16

I’m almost despairing about my eyes. Today they ache again. After school I fooled around and rested, and my eyes were even worse. Fred called, then dumb Bruce called. I can’t say I like him. I wish sometimes he wouldn’t call. But how I always want Fred to call! Since I didn’t have any other xcuse for living, I went to bed.

January 17

Yes, I looked forward to Sat. nite but there wasn’t the change I expected. After school we went to the library for some Hist[ory] books. At 4 we went swimming with Betty Buhler – Brrr it was cold! Fred came out and we pasted pictures in my book. The old doubt comes again. When I look at Fred + Hop up here, I wonder – wonder – wonder.

January 18

And now I realize just what they mean when they say that a girl passes from girlhood into womanhood. I wonder if a girl was ever more disillusioned. I wonder if I’ll ever have any more faith in men. I wonder if i can ever care for any man again. Oh, I’m afraid – so afraid of the future – of life – of love! I didn’t believe anyone could have such a rude awakening and I’m afraid – afraid. I’m in darkness. Which way shall I turn!

January 19

Another hopeless day. School then gym. Jack called to say he couldn’t come tonite. I wasn’t even sorry he couldn’t come. So I wrote some letters. Gee, but things seem funny these days. I’ve lost all ambitions and joys. Fred called. He’s awfully sweet. I’m sorry things have gone so awfully wrong.

January 20

After school, we spent an hour looking for Hist books. Lord, but we’ve got a job! Gym at 1:30. Developed an awful headache. Wonder if there’s something wrong inside of me other than my eyes. I’m so tired of aches in my head. It just makes me feel so useless and awful. How can I have headaches when there’s such a world of work to do. A Chem and French test Friday!

Journal entries from 1925January 21

Oh, I was never so heartbroken in my life as I was last nite! I nearly cried my poor, weak eyes out, and it seemed my heart was like ice. After school we went to lab, then Mrs. Heavin came over for the afternoon + for supper. Fred came at 7 and we went wrong and had our first real quarrel since we began going together 2 years ago. It nearly killed me.


Diary: January 8-14, 1925

January 8

It’s raining so hard outside. It’s beginning our sloppy, wet winter – maybe! Cut history class this morning to be with Fred. Went home + Sis read some history and Eng. to me. To gym at 1:30. Fred + I rode around while the girls worked out. I didn’t feel equal to it at the time with my eyes so bad. Then to town, shopped, + Anna Helen, Sis + I went to “His(tory) Hour at the Queen (Theater)” Quite rare, but not as rare as I expected! Bought a hot dog, came home, and I spent the whole evening writing to Hop.

January 9

It’s so late – nearly 12 o’clock – I’m utterly worn out! After three awful classes, we came home to find mother in tears – just crying because she was so glad to see us. So we fixed lunch then spent nearly all afternoon with her. She seems to be depressed and upset and dizzy. But we poured some(?) love til she became worlds better. And I do so thank divine Love for letting us have Science to help us in our hour of need. Just to put our trust in God is wonderful! Studied all nite nearly for History exam tomorrow. Oh, I do thank God so much for Science + for Mother.

January 10

Will the ache never leave my head? Mother was better today. After school, we went to town, then went again this afternoon. Oh, I was so tired! Then Fred and I went to the Palace. Can I ever forget Eveta Nudsen as she was tonite? “Oh, my Raymond, my laddie, my baby.” Diary, I wish Fred did not care for me so much – I am torn with doubts of myself. Do I love him? I do in a way, but oh! why this feeling of not being quite sure. Why the doubt that when I’m tired always comes out in irritation? Why?

Side note: as I was looking up Eveta Nudsen, I discovered this little tidbit: At this time, The Palace Theater was host to several regular stock players, including one man who would later tell Miss Scarlett O’Hara that he frankly didn’t give a damn. (Clark Gable)

January 11

What a wonderful day which ended in tears. Went to S.S. (?) stayed and talked, then met Fred. We had a wonderful, but rather a queer talk. At 3 Jack called + asked me to go to the Ship Channel with him and his brother + date. We went aboard the Barcelona, a marvelous time – not especially with Jack, but just looking. Home at 6 + Fred called. Blessed me out for having gone, etc, etc, and I asked him to come out. Spent the whole evening battling with jealousy and myself, and pasting pictured in my book. Jealousy? Oh, what’s the use, diary?

January 12

School, to the Gables for lunch, back to gym. A marvelous time there. To town. After supper Fred called and oh! Diary, I don’t know which way to turn. I can’t give up Hop, and I can’t endure Fred’s jealousy or his ideas of spite. I just feel hopeless at a standstill. Studied and thought all evening. Diary, I’m almost depressed.

January 13

Oh, Fred was so blue today! So to try to cheer him up, I went back after the 11:30 class. I succeeded. Went to gym. Had a marvelous time, but I’m so sore. Talked to Mrs. Welch a while then went to the library for some History books. Studied tonite. Diary, I got a picture of Hop today. You can’t imagine what it looks like beside Fred. The contrast of the two boys and I still don’t know my own mind!

January 14

A boring morning at school, back to lab at 1:30 – some more boredom. Fooled away the afternoon. After supper, studied a then Janet Allen came over for some gym. We had a grand time. I’m so glad I met Fred and that he was such a wonderful athlete that he gave me the desire to be good in athletics, too. I do so enjoy the sports. and Diary, even if I am not sure of myself, I do love Fred!


You have something which is dearer than money

Friday nite

1925 [Jan or Feb]

Big dear Sweetheart,

I couldn’t write you a real letter while you were away thru the holidays. I was so busy. You know that if I could have, I would have spent half my time writing you letters, but I just couldn’t. Now I haven’t much time to write for there are a million things to do, but after all, Fred comes first.

Sometimes, dear, you doubt my love for you. I do too, dear. I wish I were as steady and sure as you are, but alas! I’m not! But Fritz, darling, could you ask for a surer proof of a girl’s love than a little thought when it’s least expected? Could you ask for a surer proof than a telegram on Xmas, for no reason at all except to let you know she hand’t forgotten you, and was wishing you joy and happiness? It’s only love which prompts me to do the things I believe you enjoy. No, you don’t doubt my love. Still when I do all these things to prove I love you, you get jealous because another ——- Oh! Hang! I got off again. Bit I wonder that you could consider such a thing. You know, I think the surest proof of real love is just to be held real tenderly in someone’s arms, to feel someone’s tender kisses on my lips, to feel there’s a strong shoulder to lean on, to know that that someone isn’t holding me in his arms because he knows he can, but he’s holding me because he loves me, and doesn’t care to hold anyone save me; just to hear him whisper the three little words ∆(I love you) and to know he means them, also to have his love shown in the little ways he knows pleases and surprises me, to always think of just what can make me happiest.

Fred, dear, you’re the someone. I’m the me. I do so try to please you, and surely you couldn’t ask for a girl would come to your arms quicker than I. Since those things seem to be my idea of proving I love you, I do try to do them. That’s why I’m giving you this candy. That’s why I’ve taken so much time and trouble to fix the box up exceptionally nice. That’s why I’m writing this note for you. Love does many things, Fred.

I do so love you for being ashamed of having to tell me you’re on pro[bation]*. If you didn’t love me you wouldn’t be ashamed. I love you for telling me, that you wanted to share with me. I love you for saying I was all the world to you; for telling me as you did once, you’d die for me. I love you for saying when we were talking one nite about other boys, “Go ahead, Florence. I’ll get you when school is out.” All I’ll say, dear, is that if I continue to love you several years from now, I’ll be waiting for you. Make good, dear, then come back for me. I’ll be waiting!

It’s hardly any wonder that a girl’s eyes grow wistful and the tears come when she realizes that a strong man who is worthy of her says he needs her, that he loved her more than life itself. It’s no wonder she looks away into the distance for love is her whole existence. I have the one thing in life that is worthwhile – the love of a dear, strong, worthy man. You have something which is dearer than money – the love of a clean, moral girl – one who tried to please you and make you happy.

However, I’m too little to realize that I really do possess, and I pray to Heaven I may wake up some day and realize this “Gift from the Gods” is you, before too late.

I love you, Fred.


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Journal entries Jan 1-7, 1925

From my dear old Hippety Hop, Christmas 1924

My Preface

Diary dear, little Blue Book of secrets. I’ve wanted you for so long and so hard that now that I have you, you seem just too good to be true. I can never thank Hop enough for you. You’re something which will be filled with me – just me. and what I do to pass these days – college days – days of fun and study – days of happiness and sorrow. Who knows what will occur in the 5 years of this dear little book? I will be nearly 24 years old. I will have graduated from Rice, possible or will be married? Will Fred still be leading man, and will I have a dear old pal, Hop, like I have now? Little Blue Book, what will happen? I’ve started Jan 1, 1925 and I’ll end Dec. 31, 1929. Five long years! Laughter and tears, hopes and fears. Little Secret Book, I love you. I wonder if you’ll be full of just Fred, or I wonder who else will come in for his share. Five years to come! I’m young, healthy, and free – and five years before me. Ah, who knows?

January 1, 1925

New Year’s Day

Just a marvelous way to start the new year – with Fritz. Didn’t get up till late, and then had dinner with Bob, Mira, Fred, and the folks. To “Peter Pan” at the Queen with Fred and his sis, then Miss Stephenson came in to renew acquaintances. To make things perfect, Fred and I took in the Palace. A wonderful day.

January 2, 1925

Diary, dear, the drudgery has begun again. I’d be lost without it, but I so dislike all this studying. Saw all the old gang today and resumed old relationships. Home then to Jessamine’s to see her nephew, then to town and to Natalie’s – spent the evening alone. Jack called and fussed at me. Diary, I just found out Annie Malo & Johnny were married. After a romance of about 10 years! Gracious!

January 3, 1925

Was a day ever so full! School till 12, at Autry House, home, then to town. Lunch. Jack called. To Helen Nina Scott’s bridge. Boring time with the younger “sophisticated” set. To cousin (?) then to (?) for supper. Jack came at 7 and we went to Mr Reno’s. Home at 7:30 then to basketball game with Fred. Won 35-31. A wonderful date with Fritz – but oh dear God, please help me. I’m so badly in need of it. I’d give Fred my very soul if I could, but I just can’t and I can’t say so!

January 4, 1925

Diary dear, I do so want to be better. Mother + I had a long, long talk tonite. I wish I could live a better life and be more worthy of her teachings, but it’s so hard! Went to S.S. took Fred out to school to see Mr Asheraft after dinner. I wrote some letters, then went riding with Fred. Experienced my first real taste of jealousy today. Wish I didn’t love Fred quite so much. Studied a while tonite. Oh Little Blue Book, I wish I could make myself al over and just to order. I’d try to be so much better. I do want to be just a true “girl” instead of a “creature of moods”; sentimental and changeable. I do!

January 5, 1925

School till 12:30, lunch, then to town. Finally bought me a coat – brown trimmed in fox fur – a dear little coat. After supper, I took a bath, then Jack came. I had such a terrible headache – so violent. Was in bed by eleven and then the night dragged by. Oh, it was awful – It’s my eyes again. Will they never cease to ache?

January 6, 1925

Didn’t go to sleep till 5, so I had neither the desire or the strength to go to school. Stayed in bed all day and got up at 6 for supper. My first day in bed for about 3 years! Diary, one’s eyes are so valuable, but they can hurt so badly. The phone was out of order and Fred couldn’t phone. Didn’t meet him this morning and I guess he thinks the world has collapsed.

January 7, 1925

Isn’t it strange how we mortals have to pay for every ounce of joy we get out of this old world. I had a glorious time thru Xmas week – all the parties – and good times, but was that worth all the strain and suffering it has caused. I strained my eyes – now I’m feeling the effects. Had a rotten time at school the went to the oculist this afternoon. Have to have new lenses in my glasses and wear them all the time. That’s better than headaches!


8/9/1924 Yours till judgment day

Sat aft

My own Dear Florence;

I am going to Galveston with Thomas and Uncle Herman. I had to work longer than expected so I did not have a chance to write as expected. But this will let you know that I keep my promising[sic] If I get back tomorrow in plenty of time I will write you a long sweet letter.

I bought me a bathing suit so when you come back, saw when you want to go bathing, swimming, or shower bathing.

I have about 5 minutes to get to Eastwood Gates.

Give my love to all of your friends but remember I am sending you all of my love.

Yours till judgment day and with all my love.