Lil Koroschetz's diary entry, 12/31/1941

Lil Koroschetz’s diary entry, 12/31/1941

Last week I posted Lil’s entries into the new diary she had started on the eve of 1942, three weeks after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and America’s entry into World War II. If you’d like to see how the war had already begun to affect every-day Americans, see Lil’s ruminations at Pearl Harbor Day-A diarists response to war. If you’d like to start reading Lil’s entries of falling hard for Fred Gartz from the get-go,  start at Falling in Love 70 Years Ago and just scroll through to the present.

Lil had met a “grand young man”, the “Burt” of this entry, in late October, 1941, on a Saturday night when Fred had failed to ask her out (See Trouble in Paradise). Now Fred’s got some serious competition, and Burt has stepped in to take out  Lil for New Year’s Eve.

December 31, 1941 (continued)

I’ve been damn mad at Fred for not phoning me for a New Year’s Eve date which seems very low-down. He has $65.00 saved, so surely he could have spared the few dollars necessary for New Year’s Eve. He’s so darnn tight he squeaks. Of course, maybe he took out another gal, but somehow I doubt [it]….

Burt, however, came through for me. (Something always turns up so that I go out Halloween and New Year’s Eve). He said…he would be in Indianapolis Tuesday and Wednesday and possibly wouldn’t get back in time. But at 7:00 he phoned [and] said he made it back. I’m waiting for him now and hope he comes soon for I want to be some place when 1941 leaves us to take its place in history.
He’s a grand guy, sort of on the bashful side when it comes to romancing. He didn’t kiss me until our last date, Monday, and even then he doesn’t put any feeling into it. But it’s kinda nice when someone goes with you for your “delightful” company. He’s a swell dancer too.

I’m particularly fed up with Fred now and think it’s damn cheap he didn’t call me up for New Year’s….Perhaps this is the end of my “story book” romance with “old stingy” Fred. Too bad. It started out so fortuitously too. But this neglect has killed something in me. I don’t care now whether he’s drafted or not and whether or not he calls me again.  

(Hope Burt comes soon–it’s 10:45.) I want to get out in a crowd on New Year’s. Well, now to put on my gorgeous green rhumba dress—hand made by Koroschetz [not sure if she means she made it or her mother], with black felt hat and green leaves thereon to match. Sounds like Lil is lookin’ good this first New Year’s Eve after America officially entered World War II. She’s mad, but I think more hurt, that Fred didn’t ask her out. I doubt he went out with another girl. Did he have the money? Were his savings “untouchable?” If he didn’t have the money, I know he would have been embarrassed to say so. Will Burt’s attitude that she’s “delightful company,” but puts “no feeling” into his kisses take precedence over Fred, who knows “all the little innuendos of kissing?” 

Whatever prevented the New Year’s Eve date, Lil’s peevish attitude didn’t last too long. 

Her next entry: March, 1942, when she’s deep into a quandary:  Fred or Burt?

Thanks for reading.