I was particularly struck by this entry.
I think it was that bit more effective because all the entries seem to be in different colours and handwriting each time. The book was also from 1962.
The chance find of a sentence, or reminder like that, reminded me of this postcard I bought in an antique fair...
Who was Victor, and who was Miss J. Pasfield? And why saturday? It all sounds very romantic and melancholy to me.