Historical Documents – 1948 Luke Warmer Diary Entry

Wednesday Aug 11 1948 4pm

I had made an appointment to go to Oberlin after school was out. Jean and I went out together. I was going out for an audition. I needed an audition since I was late in applying. The first part of the audition was a musical I.Q. test. You’ll pardon me, I dislike bragging, but I was rather proud to find out later that I’d made the highest mark of our little group. There were 4 of us. In fact, said Dr. Shaw, the director there, I had made a mark quite a bit above the average. After that test we were allowed to warm up before we had to play for the director. I was last. I was glad for I had more time. During the test Jean had gone to the bank to get some more money—we’d run out. When she came back and I was just going to warm up, we discovered she left the music at the bank. Fortunately I didn’t need it. She did get it back though. Anyway I had about an hour of warm up time. And was so sure of myself I went through the piece perfectly. It was the one I’d played over the radio a few weeks before. While I was warming up I could hear the others at other pianos. I was discouraged when I heard their impressive scales, and all their difficult, technical pieces being rattled off at terrific speeds. But when I finished the piece for him, the first thing he said was “That’s quite a piece to tackle.” I was amazed…

For the past three weeks I’ve gotten a ride down right to home with people going to Philadelphia from here. This morning I left home at 8 and arrived here at one, the longest it’s ever taken me to hitchhike. I had to walk from the highway into here for an hour and a half…For two weeks now I have neglected to write this in here and know I won’t have any peace till I do. On the way back from Bethlehem a truck driver picked me up. He was terrific. One of these kind, swell, warm personal and terribly sexy sort. One time when he was standing up at the door while we were pulling a car that he was helping because it couldn’t make the hill, I stared at his hips and ass, clothed firmly in overalls. There’s nothing like overalls to bring out a man’s figure below the waist. I could have given anything to put my arms around them. He was like John, the laundry boy, only more virile, less talkative and more personal. I’m glad I can adapt myself to their personality and share their friendship.

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