February 24, 1942

....a few hours after previous entry, 1942 [ed. com]

Have had another letter from my Ginny again, but nothing definite about her return to the United States. Of course, they won't permit her to tell when she is coming, but I think it will be about April. We'll see how good a prognosticator I am. She says she's learning to do the Hula and is coming home with a cellophane skirt. Look out Sally Rand. You're likely to have some competition.
Haven't had another letter from Captain and Mrs. Moody and our little Captain. Was hoping for a letter from Anne in answer to some of mine and I wanted to hear what she had to say about the Valentine I sent Stephen. She and Kreigh have always razzed me about being such a poor grandmother that I had to send this absurd jingle to little Stephen – but I'm hoping Stephen's parents get a little laugh out of same:

Stephen, dear, your mommy says
As grandma I'll be bad
And not a fit example
For any little lad.
She says I'll feed you Lollypops
Ice cream and chocolate cake
Until you have that misery
Folks call the tummy ache
She even hints that I run wild
And come home "on the beam"
And do all sorts of silly things
Good grandmas never dream.
When nice folks mention "modesty"
She says I always say
"Pooh! Pooh! Oh fiddlesticks,"
In such a naughty way.
She'll tell you that she has no doubt
She'll have to go my tail
When some real nasty speed cop
Clamps me in the city jail.
But don't believe a word she says;
Just look at your dear Pops,
And if you think he's perfect
Well, then, you'll know I'm "Tops".