OK Monday Wednesday, April 8 10 8, 1929 Monday, April 8, 1929
Spent lots of time writing and fooling around generally. Mort is hard at his newspaper stories and Frank doesn’t feel so well. Liver trouble so the doctor says. My knickers wore out all at once the other day, so I gave them away when nobody would buy them. So tonight I have to use my good trousers to cover up the bare knees from mosquitoes—and after I have carefully preserved a crease in them by not wearing them for nearly three months.