Who Else But Me Is Ever Going

Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

This Is A Photograph Of Me As I Wish I Looked All The Time. Then I Might Have A Chance Of Getting In Hollywood.

There's Something Happening Everyday, But I'm Too Tired And Lazy To Write It All Down.

It's Really A Wonder That I Haven't Dropped All My Ideals, Because They Seem So Absurd And Impossible To Carry Out. Yet I Keep Them, Because In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.

It Must Be Awful To Feel You're Not Needed.