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Sundae date on Saturday night: Lon with Jeanne train, about the most wonderful girl he knows
concerned, we just didn’t have any.
I had lunch with Jeanne the first day I worked in “Winged Victory.” We had a good laugh at all the stories that have appeared in the papers. One of these days, if I can promote a couple of passes now and then, we’re going to try and catch up on some of these dates we’re supposed to have had. Because, intriguing as the idea is, I’m in the Army now and not exactly a free agent. Besides, there’s the money angle.
After the allotment check to my mother and my insurance are deducted, I have about $21 a month left out of my salary. I have to live on that. And it takes a bit of doing. Because occasionally the best laid budget plans go berserk. Even a G.I. is human! Like the night Nancy Walker and I had a date, right after I got back to town. Mother had thoughtfully invited Nancy down for dinner. The cost of eating out these days is awful! And anyway, Mother is a wonderful cook. After dinner, Nancy and I decided we’d like to
go down to Venice — the beach that has all the concessions — which is my favorite haunt.
We had a wonderful time. We went on the roller coaster, took in the fun house and ended the evening by two goes on the bamboo slide. You know what that is— the fellow and girl sit on the same gunnysack and slide down like mad. It’s sort of silly, but really a lot of fun. We couldn’t resist the second slide and we were really happy when we left the beach. But when I got home and began to take a reading, it wasn’t quite so funny. I’d spent about $8 out of my $21!
Actually, since I’ve been in the Army, I’ve had little time for dates, other than occasional post theater excursions with a bunch of the fellows, or a “night out for dinner” at one of the service clubs.
When I was taking my basic training at Camp Crowder, Missouri, J was quite literally dateless. I was out of the camp only twice during that initial six-week period, once to sell Bonds and again to
spend a lonely week end in Joplin, Missouri.
After basic, I went immediately into a WAC Recruiting Program which toured the 7th Service Command. We played colleges and universities where girls could be told the advantages of enlisting. And although I was with beautiful girls from the opening night until the first of June, I had few dates. Not because I didn’t want to, but for the rather dull reason that I had no time. We played one-night stands throughout Missouri, Kansas, Iowa, Nebraska, Minnesota, Colorado and Wyoming. When we weren’t on the stage, we were moving scenery and traveling by G.I. bus to the next stop.
THERE was one memorable experience, though, in Northfield, Minnesota. We stayed at a small hotel on the bank of a river. After the evening performance and a late supper, I decided to go fishing. It must have been about one in the morning. Downstream, a few hundred feet, a carnival had ( Continued on page 83)