You're looking at a page from Armand Singer's college diary from 1931 to 1934, spanning ages seventeen to twenty. It is quite arresting to observe someone's personality ingrained at such a young age. The words written by Armand at seventeen sound just like Armand speaking at ninety-two.
Even as a college student, he was interested in stamps, hiking and movies (the start of his popular culture repertoire?). Consistent subjects were his mother, the ebb and flow of his meager finances and his studies. His social life was woven in between those three topics and comprise the most interesting and endearing entries.
Armand wrote a sentence or two, everyday. On rare occasion, he had nothing to report but he took the time to write "n.n." for no news.
Long-time friend, Larry Schwab, compiled these facts about Armand:
"...when he completed his journey, had traveled in 156 countries. He had walked approximately 200,000 miles. He had climbed the highest points in all 50 United States. He had scaled many of Earth's highest mountains and nearly reached the summit of Mount Everest, the highest on Earth, at an age when most mountaineers had already hung up their crampons and ice axes."
I find it hard to believe that there was ever a day in Armand's life that could be signified by the notation: "n.n."