HB Journal for Apr 20, 1939

Came the dawn, and with it all the hopes and joys any bright spring will bring one who is free and content.

The change in weather wrought a change in nearly everything about us. Dispositions changed, countenances changed; everything gave one big leap ahead and life blossomed anew.

Something else blossomed anew, too. Mary Jane sent me a note saying she would be waiting at the church at seven to beat me at a game of ping-pong. She was. (It was all in fun for I took Jane up and had to wait till orchestra practice was over--then we had choir practice.) It was grand.