Friday, March 12, 1965

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A diary entry written by Patience Cleveland that discusses her acting career and her personal life. The entry is dated March 12, 1965 and is written on white, lined paper in black ink.

Transcription

Off diet.

Awakened about one or so by Peter telling me Jenny had come to the front door looking for him. Mary Parker took her upstairs + then drove her out to the beach which was very nice of her-we went up to Price St. for mail-Peyton Place contract from Jack Donaldson and a note from Mother. Over to Food Giant where we bought dinner-Got artichokes for Jenny. Great wild wind blowing-filled Peter’s patio-the news disturbing on all fronts-the marchers, the sit-ins the demonstrators everywhere-Vietnam growing like a fungus-What awful times. Didn’t see Mary’s car when we got back + thought they were probably stranded out in Malibu but had no sooner started unpacking the groceries when Jenny appeared. She + Mary came for dinner-the artichokes a great success-I had one with butter which along with a beer + a half later constituted my departure from the diet. One Hamburger + that was all I ate. I weighed at Price St. this afternoon + weighed 126 lbs which is about 7 or 8 lbs less than when I started. Phemy called to ask Peter + me to dinner at Bernie + Kay Fine’s. Evidently Bernie felt he could use me on his program next fall as I’m very “Arian” looking. (I hope it’s not a Nazi Peyton Place!) Phemy suggested I work on a German accent-I shall. After dinner Mary, Jenny + I put “Loving Care” on Peter’s hair. It’s the stuff the lady at 20th (hairdresser) told me about. Not a dye-the funny part was Peter’s having to sit for half an hour in a little plastic cap while the stuff developed. I sneaked out at one moment and rang the door bell which got us all hysterical-Mary was sent to answer it + then came back to tell Peter it was Dick’s friend Eddy who wanted to see him. He looked so ridiculous coming to the door that we were in tears. Felice Paramour called about storing Panos’ paintings. The hair came out (poor choice of words) remarkably well-the most natural looking stuff I’ve ever seen. What a God send. $1.50 a bottle and only half a bottle used so it’s 75 [cents] a throw. We played Rook afterwards until almost 1:30 and then we drove Jenny home + presumably me too. Jenny must realize the way things are with Peter + me but I don’t think she realizes I’m living with him. What she might inadvertently write home however is another thing + Peter will have to talk to her soon. She’s a lovely girl really + I’m delighted to get to know her.