Fosston High School - Talisman Yearbook (Fosston, MN)

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May 28, 1958 Dear Diary, As I had finished my engagement at the Roxy Theater I decided that I had better return to Hollywood and start reading the script for my new picture, I hailed a taxi and found that I had company for my trip to the station. It was MARION WATNEMO, still seeking employment. All of a sudden I noticed that our driver was none other than DONALD KLASSE. We passed Garb's Theatre operated by DONALD BUNESS where the picture f'Road to Fer- gus starring BILL KROHG, successor to Bing, was running. Right around the corner is the famous New York Cathedral where HOVVARD MEGORDEN is sexton. When we finally got to the railway station I bought my ticket from ORLEY BAKKEN, the ticket agent. As the .train was about to leave and red cap ELMER NOTVEDT brought my bag- gage, I fell prey to the ace reporter, CONNIE LAVOL she had been trying to get an interview for the New York Times the entire time I was on Broadway. It was time for dinner when the train pulled out so I made my way to the diner where I was fortunate to find the former MAUREEN LUB KEN seated alone at a table. She was on her way to meet hubby Ted. Who should be our waitress but neat, efficient MAVIS SHEGGRUD! Fatigued, I retired to my drawing room where I spent the remainder of the trip. When the train reached Chicago I went in search of a good restaurant. On the way I met Dr. ROGER LARSON, noted physician, but he was on his way to an operation and couldn't stop to talk. He recommended an exclusive Russian Cafe operated by EUGENE EASTLUND. Russian ballads were sung by the guest star, ALICE PETERSON. Later in the evening I went to the Stevens Hotel and spent an enjoyable evening with the owners, CHARLOTTE THOMPSON and MARGARET TANGEN. May 29, 1958 Still in bed at 10 o'cl0ck I was awakened by a clamor of women's voices in the hall. To me, it sounded like about ten people, but when I opened the door I saw only two, MARILYN HUSBY and NORMA CLEMENTSON, who are employed as stenographers at the Exquisite Fashion Company owned by ELEANOR LANDSVERK. They invited me to a cocktail party to be held at 3 o'clock this afternoon at Orland's Lounge, owned and operated by ORLAND IOHNSON. After they left I took to ALPHA'S Beauty Shoppe to have my face lifted. I hurried over to the cocktail party where I met many of my old friends among whom were: FRANCES BURT and MARY ANN CARLSTROM now top-ranking MELGREN models, THERESA LAVOI and IUNE LINDAU, fellow movie stars, and LEONA SOLIE, a beautiful model for hair ads. Page 58

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May 30, 1958 After spending the day in Chicago I decided to take a plane as far as Reno where I want to take a rest. I made a reservation on ARTHUR VIG'S plane. lust before taking off the stewardess came to check the safety belts. To my surprise it was MARDELLA LEIKNESS. When the plane landed a crowd of autograph seekers rushed towards me. I recognized DELO- RES and IDELLA ROTNESS, FERN WAHLIN, HARRIET VOLDEN, BLANCH LEITE, and EMMA PEARSON. As I was walking down First Street, I met MARILYN ERICKSON and ELLEN HALLIDAY, osom buddies in the divorce court. They asked me to have dinner with them at the Taboo Club. To my astonishment, GLEN FISHBECK and his three piece orchestra with CAROL HALVOR- SON as soloist had top billing on the floor show. june 1, 1958. The first stop this morning was at GLENN WHALEY'S drugstore for aspirin. When I returned I asked the desk clerk, MARLYS TORGRIMSON, to send a public secretary to my room. When MARILYN IOHNSON arrived I dictated a letter to NORMAN NESET, the Los Angeles artist who is going to paint my portrait next fall. Incidentally, ROYCE NORGAARD is dishwasher at this hotel, , At ll, I left for Hollywood on CHARLES VIG'S bus. MARGARET NORSTUEN, SHIR- LEY OLSON, and ELAINE PETERSON, school teachers headed for their summer vacation, were also on the bus. We had a long visit talking over old times. At 2:30 p.m. we arrived in Hollywood. CURTIS PAULSON, the window-washer and grease- monkey, brought my Buick to me from the Chevrolet garage owned by DICK WYNNE. When I reached home I was met by my weeping housekeeper, PRISCILLA LUBKEN, with the news that my dog 'fSmoochie was ill. I ordered my maid, MARY ANN LINDFORS, to call a veterinarian. We waited nervously for what seemed like hours when at last Dr. DONALD THORVALD BAKKEN accompanied by his nurse NORMA MAE RUNDELL, finally arrived. After a hasty examination he assured me that there was nothing to worry about and the dog would recover. After dinner I went to look at Smoochie and found him dead. Heartbroken, I called the undertaker, WALLACE RUTKOWSKI. Iune 2, 1958. We buried poor 4'Smoochie this morning. IRENE BERGLUND, my hair-dresser, BERNICE NOREM, my cosmeticiang THELMA BORUD, social secretary, and MARCELLA BLOOMST, my cook were as sorrowful as I was at the loss of our dear pet. After such a trying day I must retire.. . . ' Good night, dear diary, HELEN MAE LARSON. Page 60