THURSDAY. Celia will soon be old enough to go to school. So I put up her lunch and let her go and visit today. The others told me she behaved very well. When she came home she put me to the test first.
"Ma," she asked, "do you know how to find least common pernominator?"
I know I had to find the least common denominator at school. But after all these years I had to stop to think and then she said:
"Bosh, Ma, you're just like the kids at school. They can't find it either."
"How did you like the teacher?" I asked.
"All right," she answered "only she doesn't know much. All she did was to ask questions and the kids had to know the answers."
"Sewing sewing over this blooming cloth
And many a crooked seam I'll rip
Ere you're a coat again."
With all due apologies to the author of "Sailing." I may not be long on rhyme and rhythm but I feel a great deal more like bursting into song tonight than I did this afternoon. Diary, you know I don't mind sewing on new cloth when I have a good pattern but O, this kind--when you rip up, cut down, clean, turn, dye, press and make over. Anyhow Marie has a new coat--"the very latest model, my dear." Now to set the bread as tomorrow is the big day.
SATURDAY. Well, Diary, what did you think of it? I certainly had my eyes opened. Yes, the club met here. Ten girls the ages of our Leora and Marguerita. Wasn't it awful? Cats. Cats. Every one of them. From the time they first arrived, all the absent ones were discussed. And not much was said in their favor either. I served lunch so I had to leave them for a time. But when I heard their sweet young voices raised in song I just had to stop and listen. Such songs--I heard my old favorites burlesqued almost beyond recognition. First they sang:
"My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank
The depths of its contents to see.
She lighted a match to assist her--
O, bring back my Bonnie to me."
"Just behind the battle, Mother
I am eating Irish stew.
I ate the meat all up, dear Mother
And left the bones for you."
Next they sang Marching Through Georgia. But did they march from Atlanta to the sea? No. They danced the Charleston from Atlanta to the sea. When I asked who composed their songs, there was on big laugh. I must see these girls' mothers. If there is to be such a club it should be for some good instead of just foolishness.