From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

After school today, Grandmother called for me and took me downtown with her. She said that if I behaved like a lady she would let me have my hair washed in a real beauty parlor where grown ladies go. I was very glad because at home I have to lean over the wash basin and all the soap runs into my eyes and burns them. After my hair was washed we went to the “Pig ‘n Whistle.” It is a very nice restaurant. There is a picture on the menu of a happy pig dancing while playing a flute. We go there often when we go downtown as Grandfather’s company supplies them with fruits and vegetables. The manager of the restaurant knows who Grandmother is and he makes a fuss over her and I know she likes that. Grandmother ordered coffee and cakes and milk for me. Grandmother was sweet to me and it was a pleasant afternoon. I almost forgave her for the other horrid times.

Hilda’s grandfather worked with the A. Levy and J. Zentner produce company which was mentioned in earlier blog posts, including the one from February 9, 2021 — I originally thought that he was the “A” of “A. Levy.” However, it appears that although they shared the same first name, they were probably cousins.

The Pig ‘n Whistle was a small chain of sweet shops that started in Los Angeles or San Francisco. It sounds like the See’s Candy of its day. A want ad in the December 16, 1915 San Francisco Examiner said:

“First class candy saleslady. Apply PIG’N WHISTLE. 130 Post St.”