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Van Evers Read before you criticize Your Hobby, Please! 28 Your thrill of a lifetime is waiting for you Fate's Bad Boy Lucille Fletcher 30 Beginning the incredible, romantic adventures of Orson Welles Tommy Dorsey Introduces 32 A brand new hit song with complete words and music Badcstage Wife Hope Hale 38 Mary Noble's fight for Larry's love comes to an end Expert on Happiness Norton Russell 40 She's Irna Phillips, who brings you pleasure every day 15 16 19 20 24 27 What Do You Want to Say? 3 Hollywood Radio Whispers George Fisher 4 What's New From Coast to Coast Dan Senseney 8 Radio's Photo-Mirror Behave Yourself 1 22 Country Squire in Swingtime 34 Do You Dress to Please Men? 36 Facing the Music Ken Alden 43 Inside Radio — The New Radio Mirror Almanac 44 What Do You Want to Know? 59 We Canadian Listeners Horace Brown 73 Can You Spare 20 Minutes For Beauty? Dr. Grace Gregory 86 What Shall We Have For Dessert? 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Printed In the TJ S A. by Art Color Printing Company, Dunellen. N J. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY? FIRST PRIZE RADIO DECIDES A CAREER EVERYONE I've ever spoken to about radio programs has some complaint. True, they're not all masterpieces, yet each radio program leaves us richer for having heard it. A weak plot has its advantages in good voices; a miscast radio performer fades before some flawless part; the poorest program contributes a line, a musical strain, or a pleasant thought that glows like a living jewel long after the sign-off. Six years ago, after listening to many crime programs, I knew I would never be satisfied in any other field of work but that of combating crime. I became a policeman. Radio helped me to select my vocation. Joseph Libretti, Chicago, 111. SECOND PRIZE MORE ORCHIDS We aren't realizing it, but the radio is the greatest teacher in the world today. Our vocabulary increases, we learn how to pronounce words prop- erly, and to use them in the right places. All types of music and the composers become familiar from pleasant repetition. History-making events are brought to our very ears. Thought -provoking questions and an- swers entertain us, and at the same time broaden our education. Radio is the only means of making the same advantages available to all, whether they live in the largest city or miles from the nearest town. Alice Buchanan, Lima Spring, Iowa THIRD PRIZE HERE'S SOMETHING DIFFERENT! Hats off to Ezra Stone and The Aldrich Family sketch. We got a kick out of them the past winter on the Kate Smith show, and now we wait each Sunday to hear what Henry is doing. Here is a program that's dif- ferent— enjoyed by many, so please (Continued on page 84) THIS IS YOUR PAGE! YOUR LETTERS OF OPINION WIN PRIZES First Prize $10.00 Second Prize $ 5.00 Five Prizes of $ 1 .00 Address your letter to the Editor, RADIO MIRROR, 122 East 42nd Street, New York, N. Y., and mail it not later than Oct. 27th, 1939. All submissions become the property of the magazine. Ed -with another girl and he used to be mine! Smart girls keep romance! They prevent underarm odor with MUM! ETHEL got a shock when they passed her. . . Ed glancing at her almost like a stranger. . .Jane with that proud, satisfied smile. Ethel knew Jane wasn't as pretty— wasn't as clever . . .wondered why Ed picked her! It isn't always the pretty girls who win! For even a pretty girl can spoil her chances, if she's careless about underarm odor. . . if she trusts her bath alone to keep her fresh and sweet . . . neglects to use Mum! For a bath removes only past perspira- tion . . . Mum prevents odor to come. 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TAKES THE ODOR OUT OF PERSPIRATION nove:mber, 1939 LYWOOD WHISPERS Jack Benny got a gift, too, at the party Barbara Stan- wyck gave for Bob Taylor — and here he is playing "The Bee" on it for his hostess. ■ Kay Kyser and Ginny Simms, below, take a night off from their West Coast dance duties to go to The Troc and dine on this outlandish-looking dessert. IT'S no reflection on the voice or ability of Nelson Eddy that he isn't as popular with members of Robert Armbruster's Chase and Sanborn Hour band as was the baritone, Donald Dickson, who is now on the most am- bitious maiden concert tour ever out- lined for a singer — forty-four concerts. Dickson didn't begin rehearsing with the orchestra until noon. Eddy is an early riser and likes to start at ten o'clock on Sunday morning, when the musicians, like the rest of us, like to sleep. So in Nelson's case, it just proves that the early bird gets the Bronx Cheer! Like so many other stars of radio, Jim Ameche, kid brother of Don, fell in love with the California climate and landscape after a couple of months on the air substituting with Gale Page for the Hollywood Play- house star, Charles Boyer. "My one ambition, right now," Jim told me, "is to live in Hollywood the rest of my life." * * * Walter Winchell is authority for the statement that Edwin C. Hill's pro- grams (which replaced Winchell dur- ing the summer) were not too en- thusiastically received. Alec Templeton, the versatile piano virtuoso, and probably the greatest discovery in radio in 1939, gives credit for much of his success to the inspira- tion he derives from radio programs. The NBC star awakens each morning at 9 o'clock as regularly as if he had By GEORGE FISHER ■ Listen to George Fisher's broadcasts every Saturday night over Mutual. set an alarm clock, and his first wak- ing act is to turn on the radio beside his bed. He carries a portable radio with him everywhere, even to the barber shop and the restaurant. It's by listening to radio so intently that he is able to concoct those brilliant take-offs on its personalities. Roger Pryor has quit the orchestra business. Such was his comment, at least, after officials of the Screen Guild Theater announced that he has been signed as master-of-ceremonies for the series. "Jack The Bell Boy" may not be known to many daytime listeners in Hollywood, but he certainly has the town by the "ear" at night. From midnight 'till dawn, this nameless an- nouncer juggles records, wisecracks and plays hot records to amuse the early-bird jitterbug enthusiasts. And any morning you can hear the Bell Boy chatter: and here's Glen Miller's "Sunrise Serenade" being played for Bette Davis and George Brent! The winding roads of Brentwood, west of Hollywood, are difficult to re- member after only one trip over them, as Orson Welles will guarantee. When the star moved to Hollywood to make a film for RKO, he rented a home in (Continued on page 6) HADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Look at me now . . . Lily of the 5 & IO IS IT really me? . . . here in a lovely house, with a car and servants . . . and the nicest man in the world for a husband? Sometimes I wonder . . . It seems only yesterday that I was one of an army of clerks — and a very lonely one at that . . . only yesterday that Anna Johnson gave me the hint that changed my entire life. Maybe she told me because I was quitting and she wanted me to have a good time on my little trip to Bermuda that I'd skimped and saved for. "Lil," she said, "in the three years we've been here, I've only seen you out with a man occasionally. I know it isn't because you don't like men . . ." "They don't like me," I confessed. "That's what you think . . . but you're wrong. You've got everything — and any man would like you if it weren't for . . ." "If it weren't for what?" "Gosh, Lil, I hate to say it . . . but I think I ought to . . ." And then she told me . . . told me what I should have been told years before — what everyone should be told. It was a pretty hu- miliating hint to receive, but I took it. And how beautifully it worked! On the boat on the way down to the Islands, I was really sought after for the first time in my life. And then, at a cocktail party in a cute little inn in Bermuda, I met HIM. The moou, the water, the scent of the hibiscus did the rest. Three months later we were married. I realized that but for Anna's hint, Romanee might have passed me by. For this is what Anna told me: "Lil," she said, "there's nothing that kills a man's interest in a girl as fast as a case of halitosis (bad breath).* Everyone has it now and then. To say the least, you've been, well . . . careless. You probably never realized your trouble. Halitosis victims seldom do. "I'm passing you a little tip, honey — use Listerine Antiseptic before any date. 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NOVEMBER, 1939 Your OPPORTUNITY of 1939 $25,000.00 TRUE STORY MANUSCRIPT CONTEST Three Special $1,000 Bonus Prizes IstPriz 2nd Pri 3rd Pri; 4th Prh 5th Pm 3 Bonu PRIZE SCHEDU e LE $2500.00 1500.00 . 3000.00 . 7500.00 . 7500.00 ze e — 3 at $1000 each, e — 15 at $500 each, e — 30 at $250 each. 50 Regular Prizes, s Prizes of $1000 eac Total .$22,000.00 h 3,000.00 $25,000.00 CONTEST RULES All stories must be written in the first person based on tacts that happened either in the lives of the writers of these stories, or to people of their acquaintance, reasonable evidence of truth to be furnished by writers upon request. Type manuscripts or write legibly with pen. Do not send us printed material or poetry. Do not send us carbon copies. Do not write in pencil. Do not submit stories of less than 2500 or more than 50,000 words. Do not send us unfinished stories. Stories must be written in English. Write on one side of paper only. Do not use thin tissue paper. Send material flat. Do not roll. 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Remember, an early mailing may be worth a $1,000 bonus prize to you regardless of any other prize your story may receive. Also, by mailing early you help to avoid a last minute landslide, in- sure your story of an early reading and enable us to determine the winners at the earliest possible moment. • COUPON RM-U Macfadden Publications, Inc., Dept. 39C P. O. Box 629, Grand Central Station New York. N. Y. Please send me my free copy of your booklet en- titled "Facts You Should Know Before Writing True Stories." Name '. Street Town State (Print plainly. Give name of state In full.) (Continued from page 4) that area. All he knew was the street address and the fact that Shirley Temple lived next door. Welles drove off to the studio successfully after his first breakfast in the new place, but when it came time to return, he couldn't find the street. And there was no place nearby to inquire. Only a roadside business man who offers to guide strangers who want to see the homes of the stars. So Welles hired the man to show him Shirley Temple's home, and it all worked out perfectly. What most amazed the actor was the fact that when he pointed to the house he had just rented the day before and asked who lived there, the guide promptly replied "Orson Welles." If any prophet has no honor in his own country, Bob Burns is the ex- ception that proves the rule. Van Buren, Arkansas, honored him too much on his recent visit for a picture premiere. When the bazooka-tooter ate his meals in a ground floor dining room, most of the town plus the visi- tors took turns at the windows to watch the great man reach for an- other piece of chicken. One hot night Bob divested himself of his pa jama uppers and was about to do the same with his lowers, when he noticed he wasn't exactly alone. There was a whole gallery outside watching him sleep. That was when Bob found out he hadn't forgotten how to blush. Radio has never been able to record, accurately, the sound of an automobile motor or exhaust, says Charlie For- syth, Radio Theater sound expert. The reason, he explains, is that the micro- phone does not hear an automobile as the ear hears it. All records ever made of auto motors and exhausts come out of the loudspeaker slightly distorted. John Scott Trotter, Bing Crosby's hard-swinging batonist, at heart pre- fers the classics. Backed against the wall in a weak moment at home, Trot- ter admitted to me that if he had to spend his life on a desert island with only ten records, out of the ten he would choose only one that Crosby sings on his radio show — "Silent Night." The other nine would all be classics. And that from a man who has taught even Bob Burns how to swing! Don Wilson, the jovial big boy who announces for Jack Benny on Sunday nights, inadvertently lost two inches from his waistline during the summer vacation, and received one reprimand from boss Benny. Don's excess avoir- dupois together with his belly laugh are his chief contributions to the Benny show and without Don's cor- pulence, what would Jack have to rib him about? A bright young thing caught Anita Loos outside the stage door after the writer of "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" finished her appearance on "We, the People" broadcast from New York. "Miss Loos," said the girl, "If gentle- men prefer blondes, what does that make your husband?" Few people realize the black-haired author is married and that her husband is John RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Emerson, a noted novelist in his own right. Hildegarde is NOT the "first Lady of Television!" In view of the recent publicity labeling the radio and night club singer, Hildegarde, as "The First Lady of Television," this statement may be a startling one: but you can take it from me Hildegarde is just an- other Television performer. The real "First Lady of Television" is Betty Jane Rhodes: a title bestowed upon her many summers ago when she first started telecasting over the Thomas S. Lee Television station in Holly- wood. A letter received from the British Broadcasting Corporation, where Hildegarde claimed she won the title, follows: "Dear Mr. Fisher: In reply to your letter of July 13, the Corporation has never used the title "The First Lady of Television" in con- nection either with Hildegarde or any other artist, neither have they permitted the use of this title by any artist during any broadcasting or tele- vision performance." Signed. Benny Goodman, prime exploiter of this thing called swing, "Jammed" the Los Angeles Philharmonic society clean out of the red side of the ledger at the Hollywood Bowl swing concert the other week. It's an ironic fact that the classical music diehards who dismiss swing as a vulgarity had to depend on the master swingster for the necessary financial help to per- petuate the symphony! Bob Benchley (right) gives Ro- land Young a few comedy tips as the latter takes over his new job on the Good News show. There's a new quartette you'll soon be hearing about. It's called "The Martins" and in my opinion they out- sing and out-swing any of the combos now on the networks. Comedy writers have often been ac- cused of being up in the air — but Grouch Club scripters Nat Hiken and Roland Kibbie are probably the first to admit to it. Both lads are amateur plane pilots of some note — and they go flying when they need inspiration for new gags. Flying gag writers — that's a new gag! * * * Banjo eyes bulging and his famous handlebar mustache flying in the balmy breezes, Jerry Colona, stage and screen comedian, arrived in Hollywood from New York with the statement "Greetings Gates, the train was late!" Yeah — he's nuts! Two of America's most precocious young actors are anxious to meet each other because, although they are 3,000 miles apart, they are one and the same person, or will be, in the minds of millions of the nation's movie and radio fans. The two boys are Ezra Stone, who plays the role of "Henry Aldrich" on the stage and on the air in The Aldrich Family, and Jackie Cooper, who takes the same character in the forthcoming Paramount pic- ture "What a Life," which is the same story in celluloid. 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That's David Laughlin standing up. UNLESS you're a little richer than average, you probably don't possess a television set yet. But that doesn't seem to bother the broad- casters, who are going ahead with their television plans just as if the whole world were tuning in. By the time the nights begin to get chilly with fall frosts, NBC will be joined in the business of broadcasting pic- tures by CBS and the DuMont com- pany, the latter a subsidiary of Paramount Pictures. This will make it possible for New Yorkers, at least, to tune in almost any time they please. Meanwhile, very secretly, a tiny television "network", linking New York City and Schenectady, is being constructed, and may be work- ing, experimentally, by November. Of course, all television broadcasting is experimental still — but NBC certainly learned a great deal about presenta- tion and staging in its summer of regular telecasts. If you saw a tele- vision show a year ago, and another one last week, you'd be astounded at the improvement. * * * Unbroadcast Charlie McCarthy -ism of the month: When Charlie and Ed- gar Bergen went aboard the liner for their vacation in Honolulu, Don Ameche cautioned Charlie to be care- ful and not fall overboard. "Oh, it wouldn't matter if I did," Charlie re- plied airily. "I'm made of wood, and I'd float. But not Bergen. Boy, does he sink!" This was Bergen's first vacation in nearly three years — 141 consecutive broadcasts, to be exact. And he's the man who, long ago, after he'd done his first stint on the Vallee program, said gloomily to Rudy: "But I'll never be able to think up a completely new comedy script by next Thursday!" * * * Kenny Baker may be with Jack Benny again this season after all. Last spring it was announced that he'd signed an exclusive contract with the Texaco Star Theater which would make it impossible for him to sing for Benny. But all summer long Jack has auditioned tenors, without success, and as time for the opening of his new series drew near he began to negotiate with Texaco to share Ken- ny's services. Only his first program in October will tell whether or not he succeeded. The difficulty last spring was that Jack would let Kenny sing for Texaco, but wouldn't allow him to do any of his zany comedy. Now, perhaps, he's relented. * # ♦ The gossip-hounds who keep in- sisting that all is not well between Tony Martin and Alice Faye, his wife, must have found a lot to silence them on the opening night of Tony's new program, Tune-up Time. Alice came on to New York from Hollywood es- pecially to occupy a front-row seat at the first broadcast, stuck very close to Tony at the reception which was given after the show, and remained in New York for a short vacation. Then she went back to Hollywood, leaving Tony in New York, but their separation will be ended on October 2, when Tune-up Time moves to Hol- lywood for a five-week stay. Tony, by the way, surprised everyone at the broadcast by being nervous and jumpy when he gave a little speech to the audience just before air time — and then calming down and going through the show without a slip once he was on the air. * * * Good news and bad news both came to David Laughlin within twelve hours after his successful debut on the Tune-up Time show. David is the young tenor whom Tony Martin and Andre Kostelanetz discovered on the west coast and immediately signed up for a regular star of their program, B DAN SENSENEY RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR and the opening night of the show was his first big chance. Half an hour after he went off the air he got a tele- gram from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, offering him a singing part in Nelson Eddy's new picture, "Balalaika." He accepted, and left the next day by plane for Hollywood, intending to commute between there and New York weekly until his picture work was finished. Just before he boarded the plane, though, the bad news came. His father had died in Colorado Springs, a few hours after hearing his son's debut on the air. * * * Because the Barbour (One Man's) Family has been bothered by terror- ists for the last couple of months, author Carlton Morse has hired a re- tired San Francisco detective to look over all his scripts and see that Paul Barbour, who is being an amateur de- tective, doesn't advance any unlikely deductions. So far, Paul and Morse haven't erred once — but then Morse is an avid detective-story fan and an expert on mysteries. * * * It's not entirely zeal for a good pro- gram that has inspired Tom Howard to build a special soundproof studio, equipped with recording apparatus, at his home in Red Bank, N. J. Of course he and his CBS Model Minstrels part- ner, George Shelton, do use the studio to rehearse in, but so does Tom How- ard, Jr., aged sixteen who plays the piano in a local orchestra. Moreover, the whole orchestra now practices in the studio in the evenings — and Tom and his neighbors once more enjoy the peace and quiet that were theirs before the orchestra was organized. * * * If titles mean anything, Betty Winkler certainly ought never to get bored with her two leading air roles. One of her programs is Girl Alone — and the other is One Thousand and One Wives. * * * Jerry Danzig of Mutual's Welcome Neighbor programs has sunk ten thousand dollars into a play, "To- (Continued on page 10) ■ Mr. and Mrs. Penner taking In the night clubs before Joe gets to work this fall. "An ideal couple" said all their friends when Jim and Vera were newlyweds, a few years ago. And "an ideal wife" thought Jim . . . But that was before they were married. 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WHAT'S NEW FROM COAST | TO COAST ■ Celebrating Andre Kostelanetz" and Tony Martin's new CBS program, Tune-Up Time, Mondays — Mr. and Mrs. (Alice Faye) Tony Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Andre Kostelanetz. That's David Laughlin standing up. Attdrtu. Ct'tjr UNLESS you're a little richer than average, you probably don't possess a television set yet. But that doesn't seem to bother the broad- casters, who are going ahead with their television plans just as if the whole world were tuning in. By the time the nights begin to get chilly with fall frosts, NBC will be joined in the business of broadcasting pic- tures by CBS and the DuMont com- pany, the latter a subsidiary of Paramount Pictures. This will make it possible for New Yorkers, at least, to tune in almost any time they please. Meanwhile, very secretly, a tiny television "network", linking New York City and Schenectady, is being constructed, and may be work- ing, experimentally, by November. Of course, all television broadcasting is experimental still— but NBC certainly learned a great deal about presenta- tion and staging in its summer of regular telecasts. If you saw a tele- vision show a year ago, and another one last week, you'd be astounded at the improvement. » « » Unbroadcast Charlie McCarthy-ism of the month: When Charlie and Ed- gar Bergen went aboard the liner for their vacation in Honolulu, Don Ameche cautioned Charlie to be care- ful and not fall overboard. "Oh it wouldn't matter if I did," Charlie 're- plied airily. "I'm made of wood and he s^nk!" n0t BerSen- B°y. d°es n Jriv TkS Bergen's first vacation in broader? ye"s-141 consecutive ~s',t0 be exact. And he's the v£ r *°, -long ae°. ^to he'd done his first stint on the Vallee program be abftt? '^Rudy: "But ™ ""er ♦ • » Kenny Baker may be with Taric Benny again this season after all. Last spring it was announced that he'd signed an exclusive contract with the Texaco Star Theater which would make it impossible for him to sing for Benny. But all summer long Jack has auditioned tenors, without success, and as time for the opening of his new series drew near he began to negotiate with Texaco to share Ken- ny's services. Only his first program in October will tell whether or not he succeeded. The difficulty last spring was that Jack would let Kenny sing for Texaco, but wouldn't allow him to do any of his zany comedy. Now, perhaps, he's relented. * * * The gossip-hounds who keep in- sisting that all is not well between Tony Martin and Alice Faye, his wife, must have found a lot to silence them on the opening night of Tony's new program, Tune-up Time. Alice came on to New York from Hollywood es- pecially to occupy a front-row seat at the first broadcast, stuck very close to Tony at the reception which was given after the show, and remained in New York for a short vacation. Then she went back to Hollywood, leaving Tony in New York, but their separation will be ended on October 2, when Tune-up Time moves to Hol- lywood for a five-week stay. Tony, gy the way, surprised everyone at tne broadcast by being nervous aria jumpy when he gave a little speecn to the audience just before air time-- and then calming down and going through the show without a slip once he was on the air. * * * Good news and bad news both came to David Laughlin within twe^p hours after his successful debut on we Tune-up Time show. David is tne young tenor whom Tony Martin an Andre Kostelanetz discovered on «' west coast and immediately signed uh for a regular star of their program. DAN SENSENEY RADIO AND TELEVISION MIW08 and the opening night of the show was his first big chance. Half an hour after he went off the air he got a tele- gram from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer offering him a singing part in Nelson Eddys new picture, "Balalaika." He accepted, and left the next day by plane for Hollywood, intending to commute between there and New York weekly until his picture work was finished. Just before he boarded the plane, though, the bad news came His father had died in Colorado Springs, a few hours after hearing his son's debut on the air. « » • Because the Barbour (One Man's) Family has been bothered by terror- ists for the last couple of months author Carlton Morse has hired a re- tired San Francisco detective to look over all his scripts and see that Paul Barbour, who is being an amateur de- tective, doesn't advance any unlikely deductions. So far, Paul and Morse haven't erred once— but then Morse is an avid detective-story fan and an expert on mysteries. * » • It's not entirely zeal for a good pro- gram that has inspired Tom Howard to build a special soundproof studio, equipped with recording apparatus, at his home in Red Bank, N. J. Of course he and his CBS Model Minstrels part- ner, George Shelton, do use the studio to rehearse in, but so does Tom How- ard, Jr., aged sixteen who plays the piano in a local orchestra. Moreover, the whole orchestra now practices in the studio in the evenings — and Tom and his neighbors once more enjoy the peace and quiet that were theirs before the orchestra was organized. • * * Ti,Jf , ,titles mean anything, Betty Winkler certainly ought never to get bored with her two leading air roles. 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In between other jobs she acts in plays put on by the Albuquerque Little Theater. Mary was born in Indiana, but came to New Mexico to go to college be- cause she'd heard the maxim, "Go West, young man," and decided that what was sauce for the gander must be sauce for the goose too. She liked New Mexico so much that she stayed there after graduating from college. Always interested in dramatic work, she soon found herself a radio job, and then went into a stock company which toured New Mexico and Texas. Her marriage put a stop to her travel- ing, but not to her radio activity. Besides KOB, she has also worked for KGGM and KGRS. Not every baby can put himself to sleep with a lullaby especially sung for him by Lotte Lehmann, famous Metropolitan Opera star. That's the privilege of Barbara Ann and Robin, Jr., Bob Burns' two youngsters. Bob used to be stuck with the job of sing- ing them to sleep now and then, and since he doesn't shine in that depart- ment of music and the babies didn't care for bazooka-music, he bided his time until Mme. Lehmann was a guest on the Kraft Music Hall. In two ap- pearances on the program she sang two lullabies, at Bob's request, and the canny Mr. Burns made arrange- ments to have them recorded as they came over the air. Now he plays the records for the small fry and gives his own vocal cords a rest. CINCINNATI— He established the first nightly sports review on the air for listeners whose business kept them from hearing the original broadcasts of the games in the daytime. He was the first to broadcast play-by-play accounts of night baseball games. He has done air descriptions of baseball, basketball, football, hockey, lacrosse, boxing, wrestling, badminton, polo, swimming, squash, racquets, six day bicycle races, golf and table tennis — thus surely becoming one of the most versatile sports announcers-on the air. His name is Roger Baker, and he joined the staff of WSAI early last spring. During the summer he's been describing the Cincinnati Reds' games, aided by Dick Bray. Roger was born in Poughkeepsie, New York, in 1902, and moved to Buffalo with his parents 26 years ago, living there continuously until he ac- cepted his present post with WSAI. Rather than go to college, he cut short his formal education after his gradu- ation from high school to take a busi- ness course and then go into the auto- mobile business with his father. He started his radio career as a sideline to his automobile work, mak- ing his debut in 1928 as Buffalo's first sports commentator. Pretty soon he was so busy in radio that he was forced to give up his other work. Married, Roger has two children, a small son and daughter. In Cincin- nati he spends so much time at the studio or at the scenes of various sports events that he lives near WSAI and walks to work. ■ Welcome the Basil Rathbone return of Sherlock Holmes — in as Holmes and Nigel Bruce 20th Century Fox October with as Dr. Watson. 10 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR FROM THE GROUND UP THERE are a couple of happy young men in Cincinnati, working and learning at station WLW. They're two 1939 university graduates, Merton V. Emmert and Charles Grisham, who have won scholarships in practi- cal radio training offered by the sta- tion. They get six months' training at WLW in all phases of radio work, plus expenses of $500 each — but best of all they get a chance to break into the highly competitive field of broad- casting when their courses of training are over. WLW's scholarship contest, which gained the attention of youthful radio aspirants in seven states, was limited to 1939 graduates of land grant uni- versities. Contestants went through a stiff series of tests to prove their right to the scholarships. First they had to submit a plan for comprehen- sive radio service in their respective states and write a typical farm pro- gram. Then they each interviewed members of ten typical farm families and wrote reports on their findings, and finally each of them prepared and delivered a farm news program, send- ing a recording to WLW. Winners Emmert and Grisham are both short on radio experience and long on farm knowledge. Before he entered college young Emmert lived for six years on a 1000-acre farm. As a boy he belonged to the 4-H club, and won several prizes with the pigs ■ Young Charles Grisham, one of the winners of WLW's 1939 Scholarship contest. he raised. In Kansas State Uni- versity he studied agriculture, bottled milk at the college dairy farm, and worked in the Agriculture Economics Office doing clerical and statistical work. On summer vacations he did general farm work and harvesting in Oklahoma and Texas. Grisham worked on his father's farm near Athens, Alabama, and as a timekeeper with the Tennessee Val- ley Authority, for three years between the time he finished high school and the time he entered Alabama Poly- technic Institute. Like Emmert, he concentrated on agricultural subjects in college. UNDER the guidance of George C. Biggar, WLW program supervisor and acting program director, Emmert and Grisham are now well into their six months' training period, which started soon after they graduated from college. 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AFTER the broadcast there was f\ the usual bustle of people * * leaving the studio, the boys in the band putting away their in- struments, the guest stars shaking hands with Chris. I stood at one side, waiting for Chris to finish and come over to me. Now the time of the week I loved best was near — when Chris and I would go to my apartment, and I would make sand- wiches and coffee, and the two of us would talk for a while about the broadcast before he took me in his arms. Tonight, though, it was not only the guest stars who were clustered around Chris. He was talking to a big, handsome white-haired man and a girl in a long, clinging red evening gown. I looked at her curi- ously. Her face was familiar — I knew I should recognize her — but somehow I didn't. She had that strange something they call glamor, but in her it was the cold vitality of a perfect diamond. And she was smiling up at Chris as they talked. No, I wasn't afraid — not then. Not then, and not even a few minutes later, when Chris came over and said, "Darling, I'm sorry. But that 12 happens to be our boss and his daughter, and they want me to go to Twenty-one with them. I guess I'd better." "It might be a good idea," I agreed, hiding my disappointment with a smile. "Come on over — I want you to meet them." He led me over. "Mr. Carr," he said, "this is Binnie Martin — we all think she's a pretty swell little singer." Mr. Carr said kindly, "And I think you're just about right." But Hester, his daughter, didn't enthuse. Of course I knew now where I had seen her before — in every Sunday supplement and society section for the last six months. "Princess of Cafe Society" was the name the newspapers had given her. She was only eighteen, but she looked as if she had the wisdom of a woman of thirty. She tossed me an appraising glance, said "I enjoyed your sing- ing," in a flat, careless voice, and immediately turned back to Chris. "Shall we go on now?" she asked. No, as I went home alone that night, I wasn't afraid — but I wouldn't have been a girl, and in love, if I hadn't been a little un- happy. Loving was such a new experi- ence for me. In the half-year since Chris Brackett, on a road tour with his band, had heard me sing and had immediately offered me a con- tract, so many things had happened. I owed Chris for every bit of the success that had come to me. He'd taught me how to face an audience, how to "put over" a song, even, by sending me to experts on the sub- jects, how to make up and dress. But that wasn't the reason I loved him. I loved him because — oh, well, just because he was Chris. I loved his unruly dark hair and his blue eyes, with the little wrinkles that surrounded them when he laughed — his quick, firm way of walking — his ability to work like a madman for hours on end and never lose his gentleness or consideration for others. His loyalty — I loved that, too, and the way he shared this sudden new success of his with the boys in his band, by making them his partners, not his employees. Being the singer with Chris Brackett's band was an eye-opening experience for a girl who had never RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR THAT STANDS BETWEEN US dreamed of a professional career, anyway. Everybody in the band had something of Chris' own wonderful spirit. I was the only girl, but none of the boys ever resented me or tried to take advantage of me. They'd all been with Chris for years, working and struggling to reach the top, and jealousy was a word none of them understood. I suppose, when the relationship between Chris and me suddenly changed, most of the men in the band suspected it — but never by a word or a gesture was I made to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. It would have been hard for me to feel ashamed of my love for Chris. It was real love, on both sides. We had come together so naturally, so — so rightly. And it didn't seem wrong that we weren't married. We didn't want to rush into mar- riage. It was only now, with the radio contract with Mr. Carr's com- pany, that Chris was making enough even to think of marriage; and there were other reasons against it, too. For people in show business, mar- riage is an even greater gamble than it is to others, and we agreed that it was wiser to wait a while, until we knew each other better, and were sure that we would want to spend the rest of our lives together. NOT that there was any doubt in my mind, even then. I was sure I loved Chris, then and for always. But if he wanted to wait, I was willing. Whatever he wanted to do, I was blindly, eagerly willing — I was so much in love. I was sure that some day Chris would come to me, and say, quite simply, "Darling, let's not wait any longer — let's get married." I was sure of this be- cause I knew Chris was sincere and straight and definitely not a play- boy. I didn't count on Hester Carr, though. I can't look back and select the precise moment when I first realized that something was wrong. All I know is that sometime during the month that followed Chris' first meeting with Hester Carr, I sensed a change in him. It wasn't that he had stopped loving me. He loved me more, if anything, with a sort of angry, tortured desperation. He was troubled, often abstracted, worried. At first I thought it was the pro- gram— but our popularity rating NOVEMBER, 1939 was going up all the time and the sponsors seemed thoroughly satis- fied. Then, one night when we were alone in my apartment, he told me what was the matter — told me ab- ruptly, without any preliminaries. "We're in a spot, Binnie," he said. "Hester Carr thinks she's in love with me. And she wants to marry me." "Marry you? No!" The words were wrung from me involuntarily. He looked at me and smiled wryly. "My sentiments exactly. But. . . . Oh, the whole thing's so silly! You want to laugh at it — but it's no laughing matter, either. . . . "I suppose it's partly my fault. That first night, when I went out with her and her father, I was flat- tered and anxious to be pleasant. After all — the sponsor and his daughter. You know. That's some- thing. And it doesn't hurt a bit to be on good terms with the boss. "So we really had a pretty good time — and when she said good-night she invited me to cocktails at their apartment next day. I went, and because I wanted to repay her hos- pitality, I asked her to go to the theater with me. And . . . well, one date led to another until we were seeing a lot of each other. I didn't want to — I'd much rather have been ■ She said softly and tenderly, "But I think I can get away tomorrow night. I'll meet you then . . ." w 13 with you — but I thought it was good policy. Good policy!" He stopped and ran his hand through his tumbled thatch of hair. "It would have been better policy to cut my throat. Because that girl may be only eighteen, but she goes after what she wants, and I don't think she's ever failed to get it even if she had to step on a few toes on the way. She's terribly clever, Bin- nie. I don't know how she did it, but she managed to let me know that she was in love with me, and expected to marry me. Like that! And almost before I could catch my breath, she went on from there. She got the idea across — very delicately — that I'd better agree if I wanted to keep the radio show. It seems she wouldn't mind at all telling her father that I'd promised to marry her and then broken my word!" "Why — what a dirty trick, to threaten you that way!" I burst out. "Oh, she didn't say so in that many words — but there wasn't any mistaking what she meant. And I think she'll do it, too," Chris added grimly. For a moment, in silence, he thoughtfully pounded a clenched fist into the palm of his other hand. Then he looked up. "Well, there it is," he said. "I guess the career of Chris Brackett's band is going to have a temporary set-back. I've tried to figure a way out of it, and I can't." "You mean you'll. ..." I began. "Tell her to go jump in the lake?" he finished for me. "What else can I do? I'm certainly not going to give you up — not for a dozen spon- sors. Tell you what!" His face sud- denly lit up. "We're getting married as quick as we can! I'll run down to City Hall and get a license tomor- row. And then she can do anything she likes!" All the emotions I had so care- fully kept in check while he was telling me his story leaped out now in one overwhelming wave of joy. He loved me more than the whole world — more than the band and the career that meant so much to him! "Oh, Chris! Darling!" was all I could say, whispering against his shoulder, breathless from the grasp of his arms. "We may not have a job, but we'll have each other!" he said. THERE was something not quite right in his voice. It was forced, as if he were trying to make it sound happier than he felt. I drew back, looking into his eyes. "Chris— what's the matter? Don't you want to marry me?" "Don't I want to ... ? Now, just where did you get that idea? Just try to stop me!" And this time I was satisfied; the affectionate rail- lery in his tone was as genuine as gold. I snuggled against him once more, sure that my momentary im- pression had been a mistake. But hours later, after he had gone, I was still awake, thinking. Some- where in the back of my mind was a reservation that seemed to cor- respond with the doubt I had de- tected in Chris' voice. It wasn't that I thought Chris didn't want to marry me; it wasn't that I thought his career was more important to him than our love; it wasn't that I was afraid of being out of a job Out of a job! Now I knew. It was those wonderful men in the band. In my mind, they were the ones who were pointing accusing fingers at mc! Joe, who had always helped me with my luggage on the brief tour we'd taken before coming to New York — he'd just started buying a house in the suburbs, and only the day before he'd told me his wife was going to have a baby. And dear, funny little Hank — for the first time in his life he was making enough money to send some to his parents. One by one, they paraded before me there in the darkness. All of them steadfast, loyal friends who had stuck with Chris through thick and thin for years — all of them happy over this first bit of good fortune that had come their way, the radio contract. They were what Chris had been thinking of when I had noticed that strange note in his voice — he'd been thinking that now, because of him and me, these boys would be right back where they were a year ago, struggling to get ahead. Because I knew com- mercial radio contracts didn't grow on trees — it might be months be- fore another sponsor would be will- ing to hire us, knowing that we were already identified in the public's mind with a different prod- uct. And the scandal connected with being fired from Mr. Carr's program wouldn't help any, either. Still lying there, I felt the pillow grow wet under my cheek. Almost without knowing it, I had made my decision. I could never be happy with Chris, knowing that my happi- ness was purchased with the money those musicians should have been earning. The next day, early, I called Chris and told him to come and see me before he went to City Hall. Then I nerved myself to do something which twelve hours before I would have thought was impossible: Tell him I would not marry him. He was smiling when he came in, but the circles under his eyes told me that he hadn't slept much that night. {Continued on page 63) RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Warner Brothers HAT ARE RUDY VALLEES PLANS! I FEEL like a fellow that's been going to college a good deal longer than the usual four years," Rudy Vallee said. "I'm sorry to say good-bye to the old Alma Mater, but I'm glad to be getting out, because it's high time." And that just about sums up Rudy Vallee's reasons for leaving the Thursday night NBC program on which he pioneered almost ten years ago — the program that started more stars on the road to fame than any other single radio hour. September 28th marks his last broadcast. It's no secret, nor any reflection on Rudy's ability either, that his pro- gram has lost some of its popularity in the last few years. Other variety programs began aping the formula he originated, spending more money on higher -priced stars. It got harder and harder to find fresh comedy and dramatic material. I don't think it was much of a surprise to Rudy when he and his sponsor decided to call it quits. He'd been on the air for almost ten years, and he was tired. All in all, he isn't By DAN WHEELER unhappy about leaving the air for a while. I saw him and talked to him at one of his last rehearsals, and he wasn't exactly the old Vallee. He was more cheerful, more relaxed. When I asked him what his plans for the future were, he grinned and said frankly, "I haven't any. I'd like to take a rest, at least for a month, and after that I'll probably be out in Hollywood. Maybe I'll have a program from "out there. Maybe I'll be doing some picture work, for Republic Pictures. Eventually, I'd like to study motion pictures and learn to be a director. And I know one thing — I'd like to live in Holly- wood nine months of the year, and spend the summers in Maine." To lend point to Rudy's statement about his future, there is the fact that he owns a house in Hollywood, which he bought last spring. Will he be back on the air at all? Well, your guess is as good as any- one's. Right now, the trend in radio seems to be away from Hollywood, which is a point against his return. If he does go out there, and becomes interested in the making of pictures, developing the talent for directing which he undoubtedly feels he pos- sesses, maybe he won't even be in- terested in singing on the air any more. On the other hand, if a spon- sor offered him a program he liked, he might accept it. He's a strange mixture of egotism and humility, this Vallee, who has been for more than a decade one of America's famous men. His pride won't let him think of himself as a singer, and no more than a singer. It urges him on to being an actor, a producer, a director. He stands at the crossroads, as the last strains of his last program for Royal Gelatine fade away. He can go on to wider fields of activity — or he can stay in radio, as a singer and master-of-ceremonies. Many a sponsor would be glad to have him in that capacity. But would it sat- isfy Rudy? I don't think it would. ■ Ten years of broadcasting without a break, and now — ? An exclusive interview that tells why radio's pioneer showman is leaving the air NOVEMBER, 1939 15 ■ A great broadcast and a fine motion picture come to you now as a tender and beautiful short story. Presenting "Love Affair," starring Charles Boyer and Irene Dunne — the "pink champagne" romance of a charming couple Michel left the porthole, stepped quickly into a passageway, paused before a door and rapped. THEY were so gay when it began. From the moment Michel's cablegram fluttered through the porthole, into Terry's stateroom, until the time they stood together on the deck, watching the towers of New York pierce the mist, there was nothing to tell them of the heartbreak ahead. . . . Or, if there was, they were too blind, too wilfully blind, to see it. It was not precisely news that Michel Marnay was on board the S. S. Napoli, bound for America, where he was being awaited by Lois Clarke — along with wedding bells, a string of polo ponies, plenty of money, and anything else his life-loving and altogether charm- ing heart desired. It wasn't news, because long before he boarded the ship radio commentators in London, Paris and New York had broadcast the word that Michel Marnay was — at long last — to marry an heiress. The Napoli was only an hour or two out when Mar- nay, standing on the top deck, heard his name being called by a diminutive page-boy carrying an envelope on a silver tray. But, as he took the envelope and un- folded the message it contained, a gust of wind whipped it out of his fingers, through a porthole. Amused, he watched a girl pick it up and read it. She wasn't just a girl. She was extra-special. With golden brown hair and laughing eyes and a curving mouth. With a tall, slimly rounded body. With a simple white evening gown that somehow didn't at all suggest economy, and gold kid slippers which amounted to nothing but a couple of fantastic straps over a high in- step. "Pardon, Madam," said Michel, "but you're reading RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR "July first. At five o'clock, Michel! On top of the Empire Stote Building— it's the near- est thing to heaven we have." ■ my telegram." His was an exciting voice, warm and a little slow. Like the brown Marnay eyes, it was too beautiful to belong to a man, but all the more compelling for that. Like the effortless Marnay stride. And like the brightness that came into the Marnay face, almost sad in re- pose, when he smiled. He didn't impress the girl. "How do I know it's yours?" she asked. "Well," he said," I'm Michel Mar- nay." "If you're really that fellow ..." And she shook her head in mock disapproval. "Well, to prove it, tell me how the message reads." MICHEL was embarrassed, a new experience for him. "It says . . . 'Remembering a warm, beautiful night, a thunder storm over Lake Como — and you!' " She handed him the radiogram and started away. "Here!" He sounded — and was — a little frantic. "Here, wait a min- ute. I'm in trouble. Can't I — can't I come into your cabin?" She looked at him over her shoul- der. "It's not that I'm prudish. It's just that my mother told me never to let a man into my room in months ending with R." "Your mother," Michel said, "must be a very beautiful woman. And tell me, please, what is your name?" "Terry," she told him. "Terry McKay. And I'm traveling alone. Was that, perhaps, what was troub- ling you?" He nodded. "Oh, very much. Er — just a moment." He left the port- hole, stepped quickly into a pas- sageway, paused before a door and rapped. Terry opened it. Michel stepped inside. "Now that we've been introduced ..." he mur- mured. "I was so bored!" he said tragi- cally. "Until I met you, I hadn't seen one attractive girl on this boat. Can you imagine that? It's terrible! It's not for me! Life should be bright, beautiful and bubbly, like pink champagne." "Yes, of course," Terry said. "Tell me, how is your fiancee?" "She has a cold," said Michel. "Look — in eight days we'll dock in New York. Is there any reason why — from now until then — it shouldn't be pink champagne?" He followed Terry's eyes to her dressing table and a picture of a man. "Don't tell me he's the fellow!" he exclaimed. "He's the fellow," Terry nodded. "My equivalent of your Lois Clarke. And he's also my boss. He sent me on this buying trip. And you can imagine how attractive he must be when I can resist so charming a per- son as you." Not that those brave words meant anything — because somehow she KKO-Radio Photos She could only sit there listening, not trusting herself to speak at all. 18 found herself having cocktails with him (of pink champagne, of course), having dinner with him, swimming with him, watching the moon sprinkle its pale gilt on the water at night, with him at her side. They both tried, so gallantly, to keep it nothing but a feathery-light flirta- tion, a gay sort of friendship — but somehow, after their stop at Ma- deira, it slipped off that plane and never returned. The day in Madeira was magic, from beginning to end. Together they called on Michel's grand- mother, who lived there in a lovely old house on top of the hill. There the little wrinkled lady, beautiful with her years, gave them coffee and played for them on the mellow- toned piano that stood in the shad- owy corner of the room. And while Michel was away, talking to the gardener, she looked shrewdly at Terry. "Michel is very talented," she said, as if feeling the girl out. "He painted that portrait, there on the wall. Unfortunately, he is also very critical. As a result, he has painted nothing since." "What a pity!" There was no doubting Terry's sincerity. "Besides," the old lady went on, "he is too busy — living, as they call it. Things come too easy for Michel. And always he is attracted by the art he is not practising, the places he hasn't seen, the girl he hasn't met." Was this a warning? — Terry thought. But she seemed to like Terry, for when they left, she promised some day to send Terry a cobwebby lace shawl that she had admired. After Madeira, they didn't try to stay apart. When they were (Continued on page 70) LOVE AFFAIR Fictionised by Adclc Whitcly Fletcher from the KKO-Radio picture of the some name. Michel Marnay CHARLES BOYER Terry McKay IRENE DUNNE Michel's Grandmother MARIA OUSPENSKAYA Kenneth Bradley LEE BOWMAN Lei* Clarke ASTRID ALLWYN Screenplay by Pelmar Daves and Donald Ogdcn Stctvart, from story by Mildred Cram and Leo McCarcy: produced and directed by Leo McCarey. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR ARE YOU A 0c SHE THINKS she is married. Tucked away in a corner of a bureau drawer is her marriage license, and her wedding ring hasn't been off her finger one minute since it was first placed there. Her acquaintances all address her as "Mrs." and she no longer feels any sensation of strangeness when she signs her husband's last name after her own first one. And so she thinks she is married, and the world agrees with her. But actually she is no wife at all. The "Mrs." before her name is only a courtesy title: she is a wife in name only. And the tragedy of it is — she doesn't know it! Here is a portrait of that wife in name only. Do you recognize her? She may live in the house next door to yours. She may be your best friend. Or she may very well be you, yourself — either now or in the future. Look at her closely, and see for your own sake. She is particularly hard to recognize because she is so definitely a modern product. She is unlike anything our mothers knew, because in their day wives and husbands spent their leisure hours together as a matter of course. And the quick- ened tempo of today's life is what has brought her into being. All of which makes it so much the more important that you realize her existence. She has been married for — oh, maybe three, five, ten years, perhaps even more. The number of years makes very little difference. If she thinks about it — though very possibly she doesn't -she realizes that habit, the children, financial dependence are the only bonds left between her and her husband. She doesn't quite know whether love remains or not, because love has been more or less smothered under routine. Love, without her knowing it, has somehow ceased to be a factor in her marriage. She is still married, of course. The divorce court hasn't separated her from her husband. She thinks this means that her marriage is a happy one. But, somehow, she has come to accept the fact that both she and her husband have a better time when they're apart than they do when they're together. That — though she realizes it only dimly — is the really important and tragic thing that has happened to her marriage! There is no longer any real companionship between her and her husband. His interests, both in work and recreation, are far away from hers. He has his club, his golf, his masculine friends; she has her bridge group, her preoccupation with the children's clothes and training, her house to take care of. But these interests are not mutual ones. Oh, they go out together — to movies, to other people's houses, for automobile rides. But there is no companionship in these excursions; they might as well be making them alone. Do you think this is an exaggerated portrait? Look around you, at your friends, and see. Look into your own marriage, and see. I'm no statis- tician, and I don't know how many women — and men — are enduring, (Continued on page 89) ANDREW H. BROWN might never have /\ frmnH the courage to tell Madam Queen » »if the Kingfish hadn't given that never- to-be-forgotten New Year's Eve party. Of course, this was one time when courage was just the same thing as trouble. Because of all times and places Andy could have chosen to toss his verbal bombshell, the Kingfish's party was by far the worst. But naturally, Andy didn't realize that until afterwards. Up to the moment when Andy spoke those fatal words, the Kingfish was going on the im- pression that his party was as gaudy a success as a skyrocket in Times Square. The parlor was a riot of red, green and white paper streamers, spreading from the brass chandelier to the stained oak moulding. In the kitchen Aunt Lillian was piling up home-made cookies around a chocolate layer cake, while the King- fish and his wife (known among the better social circles of Harlem as the Battle Axe) hovered around a huge lake of pink punch. Most of the guests arrived two hours early. The fact that the Kingfish was actually throw- ing a party was miracle enough. Add to that the reason for the celebration, and you really had something! For New Year's Day was to see Madam Queen, the buxom and bubbling owner of the fanciest beauty shop on Lenox Avenue, joined in holy matrimony with An- drew H. Brown, president of the Fresh Air Taxicab Company of America, Incorpulated. Not that any one could remember hearing Andy himself announce the impending happy event. Madam Queen had more or less taken over that job. Generously she had assumed charge, in fact, of all the arrangements. Guest lists, flowers for the altar, refreshments for the onlookers — Madam Queen had left nothing to be desired, except perhaps the enthusiasm of the prospective groom. She had even thoughtfully made the stipu- lation that in return for allowing Andy's best friend, Amos Jones, vice-president of the Fresh Air Taxicab Company, to be best man — in return for this, the groom's taxi, of 1915 birth and sporting enough brass to equip Sousa's band, was not to be parked anywhere near the church during the ceremony. Therefore, in honor of this great social event, the Kingfish's party — achieved over the objec- tions of the Battle Axe. 20 Illustration by Wm. M*a» of Freeman Go.de.. lC'or'« CorreH from th.lr CampbeJI Soup pro- gram, beard n/abf/y Monday tbrouab Frld„y on C None of the guests ever forgot that night, especially since none of them with the exception ol Andy had any idea of the catastrophe that was to crash into the Kingfish's three-room mansion just as the clock was ticking off the last few seconds of the old and battered year. Both Amos and Andy had hired full-dress suits from the Elite Rental Service. Madam Queen blazed through the rooms like a forest fire in a brilliant scarlet silk evening dress Ruby Taylor, Amos' beloved, delighted her swain by appearing in a snaky bright green gown that caused more than one pair of eyes to bulge. The Kingfish was resplendent In a pair of striped trousers borrowed from a lodge brother, a cutaway coat he had bought ten years ago, and a polka-dot tie he had found in Andy's taxicab after a party at the Savoy. Brother Crawford crawled smilingly about like a good- natured beetle in coat and tails several sizes too large, while his wife, Madam Queen's sister, beamed in happy anticipation of the nuptial fes- tivities. By eleven the party was uproarious, and by a few minutes to midnight it was terrific. The chandelier jiggled gayly as the Jasper Browns in the fiat above pounded vainly on the floor for a respite from the continuous din. One toast to the bride and groom began as another one ended. But any one with a keen eye might have noticed that as the hour of twelve approached Andrew H. Brown became more and more rest- less. Time and again he tried to catch Amos' eye, but Amos had Ruby and they were cooing devotedly on the Kingfish's red plush sofa. At exactly one minute to midnight Andy but- toned his coat, jerked at his tie, found an added ounce of courage somewhere, and approached Madam Queen with a disarming, honey-sweet smile. "Sweetheart," he purred, "come oveh .heah in de corneh, I wanna tell yo' sumpin'." Madam Queen beamed happily. She was positively resplendent, and a gay tasselled party cap sat at a rakish angle on her head. She smiled happily at Andy as she walked across the room. "Jes' twelve mo' hours, honey — an' we's goin' to be man an' wife." Andy mustered up a ghostlike smile. He placed a clammy hand (Continued on page 60) 21 DON T smoke while you're walk- ing along the street. To him it looks cheap and affected. DON T give him your photograph unless he asks for it. There's .something too wistful about it. i lavish him with gifts un- less you're engaged— -and even then don't make them expensive. DON'T laugh or talk noisily either indoors or out. He hates being made conspicuous. And he gets worn out with too much aggressive vivacity. ^■» ^■■ttfl^lfl DO go ahead and powder your nose or use lip- stick in public, if you need it. The day is past when that looks vulgar or embarrassing. M IS DON'T tell the taxi driver where to go. He likes to do that himself. If he doesn't know, tell him quietly and he'll relay the news to the driver. DON'T make him take a bus instead of a taxi or try to make him spend less than he wants to. If he insists on being extravagant, it's his business. ■ If you want men to pur- sue you — and what girl doesn't? — take these pictorial lessons in the modern etiquette of love I a O YOU behave yourself when ' you're out on a date with your Dest boy friend? Well, maybe you think you do — and then on the other hand, maybe you offend him now and then without in the least in- tending to. Take a look at this picture-lesson in the kind of man- ners men like, and see. If your score is perfect, you ought to have several handsome gentlemen ready and willing to take you to dinner and a show (or even the altar). In these pictures. Helen Ward, singer with Bob Crosby's orchestra on the CBS Tuesday-night Camel program, demonstrates some startling "don'ts" and some equally startling "do's" for the model young giri-about- town to follow. Strict etiquette ex- perts may not agree, but the chances are that the average male will — with enthusiasm. Helen's two es- corts are the Camel show's other stars — orchestra leader Bob Crosby (in the dark striped suit) and song- writer Johnny Mercer. The captions, which tell exactly what a young man likes and doesn't like girls to do. are from the book, "Safe Con- duct." by Margaret Fishback, pub- lished by Modern Age Books, Inc. i X DO close your eyes when being kissed, even if you don't have the urge to do so. There's nothing more disconcerting to a man than to sneak a look through his lashes and see you with your eyes open. ^ S\ 1 I i*s. DO, on the other hand, pay half the check if you know his budget is slender and he's willing to let you. But do it very inconspicuously. DO accept invitations to dinner or tea alone in his home. If you know him well enough to want to eat dinner with him, you ought to trust him, too. WtMMU ■ Mayne was charming, wordly-wise — how could Tamara's inno- cence check the new emotions he brought? Radio Mirror brings a be- loved writer's moving novel direct from a new broadcast series Copyright 1934-1935 By Kathleen Norris — Originally Published by Doubleday, Doran & Co. The story thus far: AFTER spending five years at St. Bride's Convent, Tamara Tod- hunter returned to her family — mother, brother and sister — all of them quite satisfied with the vul- garity and disorder of their life in the cheap theatrical section of San Francisco. Her sister Coral was not the gay, successful young actress Tamara had pictured in her thoughts. She was out of a job, and so was her brother, Lance, a worthless young would-be actor. All three immediately began to look upon Tamara as their support. Through Dolores Quinn, a popular actress and acquaintance of Coral's, Tarn met Maynard Mallory, a movie actor. At once she felt Mayne's magnetic charm, and when he in- vited her to dinner at the home of his friends, the Holloways, she en- tered a world of enchantment she had never known before. Lying in her bed after Mayne had brought her home, Tamara could not sleep. She lay awake thinking, remem- bering, smiling in the dark. Never in her life had she felt the ecstasy that was flooding her whole being. Part II A FTER that life took on a quite £\ different color, and Tamara * * loved every moment of it. The past, the happy simple days in Saint Bride's were forgotten as if they had never been. Mayne Mallory went back to Hollywood a few days after the dinner at the Holloways' studio but he went with a definitely affection- ate farewell for Tamara that set her senses humming for days and from his own busy studio in Holly- wood he sent her frequent letters. Tamara bought herself a box of ex- quisite writing paper at Shreve's and spent time and thought upon the right carelessly affectionate tone in answer. By this time she knew all the 24 members of Dolores Quinn' s com- pany, the ushers and the manager and the box-office clerks, and a host of other theatrical personalities as well. She could enter many dress- ing rooms now, and had friends everywhere. "You're an awful fool not to work them for a part," Coral said one day. Coral had abandoned all other interests now for one; she was de- voting herself to a stout middle- aged man known in the family circle only as "French." French had money; he was a New York man who had come with a wife and two full grown daughters to Santa Bar- bara for his health. Somehow Coral had met him, and now she had settled down seriously to marry him. She did not speak of him affec- tionately or admiringly; she merely said that she wanted to get him. That was all. Nothing else mattered. Coral met him in hotels, dined with him, lunched with him, drove with him; she got into his big car and went down to Del Monte with him and watched him play golf. Exactly what the arrangements were on these trips, exactly who else went along or what made the whole thing conventionally possible, Tamara never knew, and she never heard her mother question Coral about it. Coral had grown nervous, rest- less, irritable under the stress of the tremendous possibility that might slip from her grasp. She wore new and beautiful clothes, a diamond wrist watch; Tamara told herself that this mightn't "mean anything." But the fact was that Coral was going with a married man and would have to give up her religion — not that she ever went to church — if she married a divorced man. The affair had progressed pretty well, and the French divorce had been announced in the newspapers before Tamara ever saw Coral's new friend. Then one afternoon, having tea at the St. Francis, she looked across the dimly lighted room and detected her sister in the company of a florid, stout, silver- headed man of perhaps sixty; she thought the face a pig's face, stupid and fatuous, and she instantly loathed the proprietary manner, the air of gallantry and determined youthfulness. Coral's plan and Coral's problem marked sharply for Tamara the line between the two worlds she had known. Mother Laurence would not merely have been unhappy at the idea of a young actress spending all her energies upon the capture of an elderly worldling already married and saddled with family responsi- bilities, she would have felt it Tamara's duty to admonish and ad- vise her sister. Tamara decidedly did not feel it so. The world about her now was a grimy, sordid, practical affair; the shrewd woman was the one who considered the main chance in whatever form it presented itself. Coral was not talented, she was not successful as a professional woman, and she could see all about her other women scrimping and worrying, drifting about between theatrical agencies and greasy restaurants, im- portuning uninterested men for RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR ■ Mayne, looking down at her, asked in a lowered voice, "Now, how about my kiss?" > A Illustrations by Carl Mueller parts to play in wretched, second- rate productions. If Coral could find a rich man who adored her. . . . Tamara never quite justified this line of argument to herself, but she acted upon it, and when in April Mr. French suddenly bolted for Alaska on a friend's yacht, she could be very patient with Coral's angry evidences of bitter disap- pointment. Mayne came up to San Francisco often. The three-hours' flight meant nothing to him. Whenever he was there Tamara was constantly in his company, and they saw much of Persis and Joe, Pete, Mabel, Lucile, Bill and Gedge. And always the friendship between Mayne and Tamara strengthened and deepened and grew more and more of a miracle of joy. One night when he took her home from a downtown party in an old studio over the California Street market, Mayne said: "Will you do something for me some time, Tarn?" Was it coming? her girl's heart asked in a flutter as she looked up at him in the warm spring starlight. "Probably," she said aloud. "Some time — some night perhaps when I've taken you home from a party, will you kiss me?" The earth tipped, and the stars wheeled, and Tamara stood still, looking up at him. "Some day of course I will, Mayne," she said almost inaudibly. "If I come upstairs might I have my kiss now?" "Oh, I don't know," she said, her throat thick, her eyes fluttering any way except to meet his own. "Has any man ever kissed you, Tarn?" Mayne asked, stooping a little to look into the downcast face. Her small, firm fingers were tightly holding his own; her lashes were lowered so that he saw their shadow on her clear cheek. "Oh, no — except Lance." NOVEMBER, 1939 "Don't want to — yet. Is that it?" "Not — now," she said, laughing nervously. But she knew she would kiss him some day. And meanwhile the thought of that kiss was with her through every waking hour, a pillar of cloud by day and of fire by night. FOUR days later, just before leav- ing for Los Angeles for a rather longer absence than was usual, he asked her to keep her word. They were standing on the high balcony outside of Persis' windows; they had been dining with eight or ten members of the usual group; now it was late evening, and the crowd had scattered and Tamara and Mayne were alone. In half an hour they would have to go to the train. Tamara was in wild spirits. The amazing thing had happened. With- out her soliciting it, without her real belief in herself as a future actress, Markisohn had sent for her this morning and had offered her a little part in a play that was com- ing to San Francisco with most of the leading members of the New York production, but with half a dozen parts to be filled locally. This would mean that for a few weeks she really belonged to the fascinating world in which she had been an onlooker for almost a year. Meeting Mayne at Persis Hollo- way's later, Tamara had said: "You did it." "I did not. All I did was to say to old Mark a few days ago that I ■ Kathleen Norris is the first famous writer to have her works adapted to radio in serial form. "Woman in Love" will be heard weekdays on C. B. S. beginning in October. So that you may read this compelling story as well as hear it, Radio Mirror presents herewith the drama in its original novel form. often wondered why he didn't give you a break. I didn't even know the 'Black-eyed Susan' company was coming." "Rehearsal Tuesday at ten!" Tamara had sung rather than said, and now when dinner was over and almost everyone had gone she and Mayne were still discussing it. "You won't miss me, this time," Mayne said. "I'll always miss you," the girl answered with a quick look. And it was then that Mayne, looking down at her over her shoulder as he stood half behind and half beside her at the high balcony rail, asked, in a lowered voice: "How about my kiss?" For answer she turned, her color fluctuating, and raised to him a serious face, with expectant and half -frightened eyes, and instantly she felt the grip of his big arms about her slenderness and small- ness, and the pressure of his lips on hers. "Tarn, I've been waiting a long time for that!" Mayne said in a whisper, as she drew back, laugh- ing, breathless, a little dizzy, still with his arms about her. Even then she knew that this hour was for- ever to be remembered: the high balcony, the glorious sweet spring night, the sprouting grass on all the ledges and in the little gardens, and this nearness of Mayne — his tobacco- scented tweed coat, the touch of his smooth- shaven cheek, the faint scent of shaving soap and fine, firm, brown flesh. "I love you, you know that," the man said very low. Tamara even now could not speak, but she felt ecstasy run like a light heady wine through her soul and her mind, and every fiber of her body respond to it. Still silent, her blue eyes like stars, she went with him to the station. Their farewells were said without words. Afterward Tamara drifted in a happy dream through the city, thinking only of Mayne, remembering moments of delight, and pushing them aside to give right of way to other memories. In the two weeks "Black-eyed Susan" played, Tamara earned seventy dollars. Her first taste of footlights proved thrilling, too. Not as thrilling as she had at first hoped, for the city didn't like the play, and the company lost money on it. Then came a long dull idle sum- mer interval, and then September again with warmer, windless weather, and Mayne back. Tamara met him (Continued on page 78) ■ Then the weary, dragging voice came again: "Oh, let me alone, can't you!" 26 ■M HAS ARTIE SHAW GONE ■ That's what they're asking about the young bandleader who is riding the crest of fame — but read his story before giving your answer BECAUSE of something that hap- pened one afternoon outside the Strand Theater on Broad- way, I knew that sooner or later I'd have to write this story about Artie Shaw. It's one of the toughest as- signments I've ever been handed, and I don't like it, but I'm tired of hearing what people have been say- ing about Artie. I'm just as tired of making excuses for him. That afternoon, about five or six months ago, I came out of the stage door entrance of the Strand, where Artie Shaw was playing on the stage, and ran into a flock of kids with autograph books. I grinned at the kids and said: NOVEMBER, 1939 By VAN EYERS "If you're waiting for Artie Shaw you'd better sit down, because he won't be out for at least a half hour." There was a sudden silence. And then one of the kids in the bunch yelled, "Aw, we're not waitin' for him!" A little freckled-faced girl piped up with: "I should say not! He's a conceited old crab!" Then all the kids laughed and made faces, the way kids do. I knew then that the mutterings and criticisms I'd heard around the band business' inner circle, had crept out to the public. Artie didn't know it, but what those kids said was something like a landmark in his career. People talk— as they always do about somebody who's famous. And, as always, there's a certain amount of justification in what they say. There's also a lot of cruelty and thoughtlessness. They say that Artie has changed since success came his way. And that's perfectly true. They also say that he has become conceited, self- centered, snobbish— although ' those aren't the words they use. They just say (Continued on page 66) 27 Tell us about it — for perhaps it will bring you HAVE you ever wondered what it would be like to be the guest star on a big coast-to-coast radio show? Have you ever imagined how it would feel to stand on the stage of a big NBC studio, knowing that every word you spoke was being heard by millions of people? Of course you have — but it's been just a dream — until now! Now it's a dream that can come true. Radio Mirror and the Hobby Lobby program want you to write a letter describing your hobby — and the writer of the most interesting letter about his or her hobby will be brought to New York, to appear on the Hobby Lobby program as the guest of Dave Elman and Radio Mirror. All expenses on this glorious four-day trip will be paid — it won't cost the winner a single dime. And on the regular Hobby Lobby program, you will be presented to the radio audience by Dave Elman, so that you can tell the whole nation about your hobby. Photos by Bert Lamson Most of Tuesday and Wednesday you spend ax NBC, rehearsing. . . . And you confer with a script writer for Wednesday's program. to New York for a free vacation and the most exciting moment of your life! All you have to do to become eligible for selection in them may be published in a future issue of the as Hobby Lobby's guest star and to win the trip to magazine as a feature article. New York is to write a letter describing your hobby Address all entries to Hobby Lobby Contest, Radio and attach it to the entry-coupon printed at the right. Mirror, P. O. Box 556, Grand Central Station, New It makes no difference what your hobby is — you may York, N. Y., and mail them on or before midnight, collect stamps, autographs, fish or fancy cooking reci- Friday, November 10, 1939, the closing date of the pes; you may whittle wood or make dolls out of hair- contest. All entries must be accompanied by the pins. In your letter, you may use twenty-five or a official entry coupon printed on this page, thousand words — simply tell us the story. The As we go to press, Hobby Lobby changes time and best and most interesting hobby, in the opinion of the network — CBS, Sunday at 5 P.M., starting October 8th. judges, will win the trip to New York. But— that isn't all! There will be fifteen other ~ r>ccii~iAi cmtdy di ami/ prizes in addition to the trip to New York! To the ui-mwal tmKT blain* writers of the fifteen letters which the judges decide My name is are next best, Radio Mirror will pay $5 apiece. It is I live of understood that all sixteen prize-winning letters then |n fne cjfy 0f become the property of Radio Mirror, and the material Or window-shop on Fifth Avenue before starting home on Friday. FATE'S LUCILLE FLETCHER ■ Genius or illusionist? The secret of this youth's universal fascination lies in the incredible story of romance he has lived YOU can't be in a room with him two minutes without realizing that he is one of the most fas- cinating people you have ever met. Faces turn naturally to him when he talks. He's a dynamo in red silk pajamas, tall, broad-shouldered, big- boned, with a complexion as fresh as a baby's, and a brown beard that gives him an air of strange wisdom. His eyes are brown and fawn-like, and when he laughs, as he does often, they wrinkle at the corners. He talks rapidly in a deep resonant voice. "I had a dream last night — " he thunders through the room. "I dreamed I saw the world's sound- effects. They were written on parch- ment— and halfway down the page there were some illuminated words — 'One Thunderbolt, 30 secdnds!' " He lives in an apartment he de- signed himself, with ceilings fifty feet high and a living-room so big you could have a snowstorm in one end and a rainstorm in the other. He sleeps on a bed that belonged to Louis the Sixteenth with chairs that belonged to Danton, who had Louis beheaded. His bedroom is ap- proached by a red brick alley on which are pasted enormous posters advertising ancient performances of "East Lynn" and "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." Exotic tropical trees, twenty feet high, grow in tubs all over the house. Old-time hitching posts, iron horses with rings through their noses, form the balustrade of his staircase. "When he has nothing better to do, he climbs a ladder and works on the gigantic murals which decorate his walls. Everything in his house is built on a gargantuan scale — mas- sive henna sofas, big enough for a giant to sprawl upon — great, clump - like chairs. Everything, that is, ex- cept his wife, who is small and frail as a thrush, and his baby girl, Chris- topher, who is the only one in the world who can pull his beard and get away with it. Orson Welles is a giant — a giant in ideas and inspiration. Only a giant could achieve what he has done in nine years. For Orson Welles is less than twenty-five years old. And yet behind him are the things most men dream of all their lives. In a few years he has con- RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Orson Welles is no ordinary man, either in his public appearance or in his private life. Everything in his home is built on a giant scale. His living room is nearly three stories high, as big as a railroad terminal. quered the theater, radio, and the moving pictures — and thrown a bombshell into each one. How has he done it? By hard work — yes. By native talent and ability — yes. But not entirely. For Welles is no ordinary toiler. He is a fantastic person, whose life up to now has been more weird than any play or radio program he has ever produced. There is something un- canny about him. In twenty-four years he has packed a lifetime of adventure beneath his belt. His life story reads like a romance. TWELVE years ago, Orson Welles » stood on the steps of a garish Chicago hotel, listening to the scream of an ambulance as it raced away down the street. In that am- bulance, lying under a white sheet, was all he knew of love and life. His dad. And he was dead. At twelve he was all alone in the world. For six years he had traveled the globe with the man who lay still under the white sheet. It had been a strange life for a little boy. One month, riches — a luxurious cabin on a big liner, a tutor to teach him French, servants, the opera. The next, poverty — and a dingy little NOVEMBER, 1939 room on some foreign street, with nobody but the landlady to take care of him. But he had not minded it. Somehow or other, his dad had always pulled them through. His father was a speculator, an inventor — and a man who loved splendor and good living above all things. They had seen strange and beautiful things together. There was a house in Peking, where they had lived once, with a tiled roof and floors as polished as a mirror, where you could stand at the doorway and see the yellow hills of China, hump- backed and old, in the distance, and the Great Wall, curling like a drag- on in between. There was a house in Kingston, Jamaica, too, prim with green lawns and sea-shells — a house white as a branch of coral. They had lived there once, when Dad had been flush with money, and the governor bad driven them in his carriage along roads bordered with hibiscus flowers. They would never see those houses again. Two tears trickled slowly down the boy's face. Images flooded into his mind — each one, like a sharp stab of pain. Dad. He saw him again, as he had been years ago. just before Mother died — debonair, handsome, and happy, with his humorous smile, and his brown eyes that were so eager for life. Dad had never been the same since Mother died. He had been a very small boy then — but he could remember those years so well — those beautiful years when Mother had been alive. They too had been exciting — but in a different way from the ' years of ceaseless roving. Sometimes they had lived here in Chicago, in a big stone house with high windows — sometimes at the Sheffield Hotel in Illinois where his father owned 170 acres of land. He had had a pony of his own at the Sheffield Hotel, but he loved Chicago best. In Chicago it had been warm and gay, and there were always people about. Musical people. Mother's friends. He had had a little violin then, on which he took lessons, and Mother used to tell people he would grow up to be a concert violinist some day. He loved music better than anything in the world. But Father always laughed at the idea. "You'll make a sissy out of the boy," he would say. Father (Continued on page 53) 31 Tommy Dorsey, famous band leader, is the co-composer of this breezy new comedy hit. SHOOT THE SHERBERT TO ME HERBERT WORDS AND MUSIC BY TOMMY DORSEY AND BEN HOMER ■ Again we bring you a brand new melody — a novelty tune by the "Sentimental Gentleman of Swing." Play it — sing it— and then dance to it when Tommy Dorsey's orchestra presents it over the air gum m>j>j>i j> , t gg UJWm^ t , ft VIA. Shoot the sher-bert to me, Her-bert! Shoot the sher-bert to me. Her- bert I £ W ^^ ff^fpp^ Pis ^* m w= ^s ^=F^ «► x s % s S ? m f ^ fr^jwji J^j-jJiU* • ibJ >WM Shoot the sher-bert to me, Her-bert! Shoot it fast! Shoot the sher-bert to me. I * fe3 J> I TJ>J J> fig s s E rrx FFP tr * W IWi.hJ I I I bJ i ju p s p 1J*J » 5 *w I it fMfl]^ - KJJ>JJ'J>J)l^r>j) nz±-v^ %* ¥ Herbert! Shoot the sher-bert to me, Herbert! Shoot the sher-bert to me, Herbert! Shoot it fast! HiWl1 i K ffe** I s r^y 53 *y p *&* 5f^ ^ S i^^i.bJ * *=p* ^ ^^ % ± 32 V Is ¥ RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Copyright 1939, Larry Spier, Inc. ^^ $ +—+ £ IP m =?=s *'**-* You send me with your jazz So send me, Her-bert, send me! i N& niitFT^ m kl'.'m i P W W rf ^ '.^'f f,+ n m & '< Mi & ^m * f ^— / V''Q.|Ji pr P"f &pl^^i;f,[Jt^f*r^7Jg You make me feel the frazz with the da da da da le da da da da da da le da da do Shoot the sher-bert to me. fan* i j J * ^bbjg PP ^gp « E*W^ gjpp^ -£ s p * iep^ IF Ife h)HM j. J .^ 7H yi'±3* 3£ Herbert! Shoot the sher-bert to me, Herbert! Shoot the sher-Dert to me, "itr^ti m >JJ)J f ^* ^ *f ^^ Jf * ^^ H=l= i i>\ 1 * 5 s f tx> * ^ 1-1 b'U , B K 1^ ^^ f #— * — * Herbert! Shoot it fast! ■ Presenting Tommy Dorsey, of Dorsey Manor, who plays host as expertly as he does trombone OH, TO HAVE a place in the country where you can get away from it all! Tommy Dorsey is one radio star who has actually done something about this often-expressed wish. In Bernards- ville, N. J., only a few miles from Manhattan, there's a 22-acre estate, complete with a 21 -room house, tennis and badminton courts, swimming pool, and hundreds of trees — and it's all Tommy's. On week-ends and between dance engagements you'll find Tommy and the boys in the band all out at Bernardsville, soaking up sun and health. Tommy bought the estate four years ago, and has added many improvements since. Of course there are long periods, while the band's on tour, when he can't visit it at all — but it's always there waiting for him. The pictures here are of one of the last house-parties Tommy gave before going on tour. ■ Below, skillful floodlight- ing makes the new swimming pool beautiful at night. ■ Above, Johnny clarinetist in the band, demonstrates at a fast game of ping pong 34 Mince, Dorsey his skill RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR rme fa ■ Tommy's daughter, Patsy, with musical comedy star Dixie Dunbar (at left.). ■ Tommy, despite those late night hours of the dance- band business, really plays a very good game of tennis. ■ Carmen Mastren, the band's guitarist, dives into the pool with his clothes on. m Presenting Tommy Dorsey, of Dorsey Manor, who plays host as expertly as he does trombone ^"\H TO HAVE a place in the country O where you can get away from it all' Tommy Dorsey is one radio star who has actually done something about this often-expressed wish. In Bernards- ville N J., only a few miles from Manhattan, there's a 22-acre estate, complete with a 21-room house, tennis and badminton courts, swimming pool and hundreds of trees— and it s all Tommy's. On week-ends and between dance engagements you'll find Tommy and the boys in the band all out at Bernardsville, soaking up sun and health Tommy bought the estate four years ago, and has added many improvements since. Of course here are long periods, while the band s on tour, when he can't visit it at ail-but it's always there waiting for him. The pictures here are of one of the last house-parties Tommy gave before going on tour. ■ Above, the boss — Tommy himself — takes a siesta in a hammock near the badminton courts. low, skillful floodlight- ing makes the new swimming beautiful at night. 'u&e fa, jSS ■ Tommy's daughter, Patsy, with musical comedy star Dixie Dunbar' (at left, " ■ Tommy, despite those late night hours of the dance- band business, really plays a very good game of tennis. < m RAWS W^ROR 34 ■ Above, Johnny Mince, clarinetist in the Dorsey band, demonstrates his skill at a fast game of ping pong. RADIO AND TIXEV1SION ~tq\* s+ > X \ *> -0 Stop! You've got too much make-up on. Con- nie, one of the Hour of Charm's Three Little Notes, illustrates that powdered look . . . «* i And what's more, you're wearing too much jewelry. Most men dislike the clank-clank of the big bangles you girls love to wear. |^k :s\ Long, dangling earrings are smart and sophis- ticated, Fern — but too exotic for the man in your life. Fern's another of the Three Notes. A. Goodness me! Fern's using that very dark red nail polish which is the cause for many an argument between a man and his best giri. ~> iR do you dress to impress other ^ J women? There's a big differ- i.ce. as you'll soon discover if you ask a really outspoken man for his candid opinion on the subject of the latest styles for women. Here some of the lovely members of Phil Spitalny's all- ~ Charm orchestra, hearu un :^uv every Sunday night, have posed in the sort of clothes which delights many a feminine heart but repels most masculine eyes. Of course, the Hour of Charm girls would never be guilty of wearing clothes and make- up like these in real life. In general, men don't like women to be fussy or extreme with their clothes. Darin make-ups. they say. are all right for Hollywood stars, but the little wo- men ought to wear something a bit less astonishing. But not too plain, either. In fact, it's not always easy to satisfy the men — but take a look at the pictures and you'll find out. what most of them don't like. ■ Rbmgs I i^. Swish, swish, goes Evelyn with that perfume ato- mizer— but too much scent won't please her escort. Evelyn is Phil Spitalny's featured violinist. X: V. rrances, the third Little Note, shows how you'd look ' i a dress that's too short. High heels and over-sized bag — that's two crimes Singer Maxine commits. The deadliest sin of as demonstrated by Evelyn, is letting your slip show. «ia i^isizf at f o w* , /' <* J,^ «v ^> Stop! You've got too much make-up on. Con- nie, one of the Hour of Charm's Three Little Notes, illustrates that powdered look . . . And what's more, you're wearing too much jewelry. Most men dislike the clank-clank of the big bangles you girls love to wear. -ongaanglmg earrings are smart and sophis- ticated Fern-but too exotic for the mon in your l,fe. Ferns another of the Three Notes Goodness me! Fern's using that very dark red nail polish which is the cause for' many an argument between a man and his best airi. \ rvelyn ,s Phil Spitalny's featured violinist. -ranees, the ^ote, shows hov n a dress that' hird Little ■/ you'd looic s too short. High heels and over-sizec oag — that's two crimes Singer Maxine commits \ V The deadliest sin of all, as demonstrated by Evelyn, is letting your slip show. ■ Backstage Wife and her husband — especially posed by Vivian Frideil and Ken Griffin, who interpret the roles of Mary and Larry on the air. ■ THIS NOVEL OF BACKSTAGE WIFE IS IY HOFE HALE. ADAPTED FROM THE POPULAR RADIO SERIAL CURRENTLY HEARD OVER NBC-RED AND SPON- SORED BY DR. LYONS TOOTH POWDER ■ Even the cleverest of scheming women can make a mistake, Mary discovers as this dramatic serial of marriage in the theater reaches its thrilling climax The story thus far: MARRIAGE to Larry Noble, Broadway's handsome matinee idol, at first had meant the most complete happiness Mary Noble had ever known. But she soon learned she must fight for her husband's love. Impetuous and susceptible, he all too frequently forsook Mary's quiet devotion in favor of the glam- our of other women. And Cath- erine Monroe, who agreed to finance Larry's return to the stage after a disastrous accident, was the worst adversary Mary ever had to meet. All through the preparations for the play's premiere, Catherine and Larry drew closer together, until at last Mary was forced to leave her husband, only remaining with him as manager of the dra- matic company, not as his wife. Meanwhile, a dispute over the rent of the tiny Greenwich Village thea- ter brought Ken Paige, its owner, into Mary's life. Besides being the executor of a large estate, Ken was a portrait painter, and his interest in Mary led him to make a bargain with her: if she would let him paint her, and the portrait won a prize, he would give her the theater rent- free for a year. Mary consented, but did not tell Larry. Meanwhile, a bad fire in the tenements owned by Paige and his sister, Sandra, had aroused angry neighborhood feeling against the Paiges. Gerald O'Brien, a crusading young lawyer, began a N campaign with Mary to interest the Paiges in rebuilding the filthy slums. Then, one afternoon, Catherine fylonroe walked into Paige's studio while he was painting Mary. She lost no time in letting Larry have the news, adding to his bitterness against Mary because she herself hadfi't told him. He stamped an- grily out of the theater dressing room just as a wave of illness swept over Mary, assuring her of what she had already half-feared was true — she was going to have a baby. But she was determined not to tell Larry. She would not use this news to buy back his love. WITH dry fury in her eyes, Mary stared at the two items from Wally West's gossip column. Against their im- pertinence, their effrontery, she was' helpless. She could only ignore them if she wished to keep her dignity. Yet how could you ignore something so crude, so brazen? The first one, from yesterday's paper, read: "What actor about to make a bid for his old grip on flut- tering hearts of matinee matrons looks to lose the love of his own wife? Ask him if he knows she's posing for a certain millionaire so- ciety painter — and how?" Well, Mary had told herself, vile as that was, it might be worse. At least no names were mentioned. But then her eyes strayed to the second item again — the one from today's paper: "Double come-back due Broadway's one-time heart- throb. With his marriage skidding, who could pass up consolation in the form of a beauteous high-born heroine of Washington spy ring cap- ture? Query: If a gentleman backer can back his lady star up the aisle to the altar, why not vice versa?" Under the garbled, ridiculous slang in which they were written, the meaning of the two items was plain enough. That Catherine Mon- roe had given them to Wally West Mary could not doubt. And in them Catherine was calmly publishing to the world the death of Larry's love for his wife — while she suggested herself as the perfect successor. It was just the sort of thing Catherine would do — And then Mary pulled herself up short. Was her jealousy running away with her? Was it possible that Catherine was innocent, and that her own friendship with Ken Paige was al- ready a subject for common gossip? She didn't know. She was too confused, too unhappy to be able to dissect human actions and reactions with her old clarity. So many things had happened in these last few hectic days before the Broadway opening of Larry's play. Her own realization that she was to be the mother of Larry's child ... a sudden friendship, dazzling in its sweetness, between Sandra, Ken Paige's sister, and Gerald O'Brien, the crusading young lawyer who was determined to alleviate the misery of the dis- possessed tenants of Medley Square . . . Ken Paige's day-by-day change, as he painted Mary's portrait, from the stern business man he had once been to a warm, vital human being . . . the almost complete break be- tween her and Larry, with Larry living in his apartment and she in a room near the old theater in Greenwich Village. And now ... it was nearly time for the Broadway opening of the play. In a few hours now, this very night, it would all be over. The play would be on — in the big uptown theater that had been Catherine's choice, not hers . . . and it would be a success or a failure. Whichever the result, this night would spell the end of her connec- tion with Larry Noble. She had vowed to stay with him, as manager (Continued on page 74) ■ Backstage Wife and her husband especially posed by Vivian Fridell and Ken Griffin, who interpret the roles of Mary and Larry on the air. ■ THIS NOVEL OF RACKSTAGE WIFE IS IY HOPE HALE, ADAPTED FROM THE POPULAR RADIO SERIAL CURREHTLY HEARD OVER NIC-RED AND SPON. SORED IV DR. LYONS TOOTH POWDER I Even the cleverest of scheming women can make a mistake. Mary diseavers Is th.s dramafc serial at marriage in the theater reaches its thrilling climax "'he story thus far ARRIAGE to Larry Noble, I Broadway's handsome matinee idol, at first had meant the most :omplete happiness Mary Noble had ver known. But she soon learned le must fight for her husband's Impetuous and susceptible, le all too frequently forsook Mary's juiet devotion in favor of the glam- )ur of other women. And Cath- arine Monroe, who agreed to finance Larry's return to the stage after |a disastrous accident, was the [worst adversary Mary ever had to meet. All through the preparations for the play's premiere, Catherine and Larry drew closer together, until at last Mary was forced to leave her husband, only remaining with him as manager of the dra- matic company, not as his wife. Meanwhile, a dispute over the rent of the tiny Greenwich Village thea- ter brought Ken Paige, its owner, into Mary's life. Besides being the executor of a large estate, Ken was a portrait painter, and his interest in Mary led him to make a bargain with her: if she would let him paint her, and the portrait won a prize, he would give her the theater rent- free for a year. Mary consented, but did not tell Larry. Meanwhile, a bad fire in the tenements owned by Paige and his sister, Sandra, had aroused angry neighborhood feeling against the Paiges. Gerald O'Brien, a crusading young lawyer, began a campaign with Mary to interest the Paiges in rebuilding the filthy slums. vThen, one afternoon, Catherine Vonroe walked into Paige's studio while he was painting Mary. She lost no time in letting Larry have th&news, adding to his bitterness against Mary because she herself hadn't told him. He stamped an- grily out of the theater dressing room just as a wave of illness swept over Mary, assuring her of what she had already half-feared was true— she was going to have a baby. But she was determined not to tell Larry. She would not use this news to buy back his love. WITH dry fury in her eyes, Mary stared at the two items from Wally West's gossip column. Against their im- pertinence, their effrontery, she was' helpless. She could only ignore them if she wished to keep her dignity. Yet how could you ignore something so crude, so brazen? The first one, from yesterday's paper, read: "What actor about to make a bid for his old grip on flut- tering hearts of matinee matrons looks to lose the love of his own wife? Ask him if he knows she's posing for a certain millionaire so- ciety painter — and how?" Well, Mary had told herself, vile as that was, it might be worse. At least no names were mentioned. But then her eyes strayed to the second item again — the one from today's paper: "Double come-back due Broadway's one-time heart- throb. With his marriage skidding, who could pass up consolation in the form of a beauteous high-born heroine of Washington spy ring cap- ture? Query: If a gentleman backer can back his lady star up the aisle to the altar, why not vice versa?" Under the garbled, ridiculous slang in which they were written, the meaning of the two items was plain enough. That Catherine Mon- roe had given them to Wally West Mary could not doubt. And in them Catherine was calmly publishing to the world the death of Larry's love for his wife— while she suggested herself as the perfect successor. It was just the sort of thing Catherine would do— And then Mary pulled herself up short. Was her jealousy running away with her? Was it possible that Catherine was innocent, and that her own friendship with Ken Paige was al- ready a subject for common gossip? She didn't know. She was too confused, too unhappy to be able to dissect human actions and reactions with her old clarity. So many things had happened in these last few hectic days before the Broadway opening of Larry's play. Her own realization that she was to be the mother of Larry's child ... a sudden friendship, dazzling in its sweetness, between Sandra, Ken Paige's sister, and Gerald O'Brien, the crusading young lawyer who was determined to alleviate the misery of the dis- possessed tenants of Medley Square . . . Ken Paige's day-by-day change, as he painted Mary's portrait, from the stern business man he had once been to a warm, vital human being . . . the almost complete break be- tween her and Larry, with Larry living in his apartment and she in a room near the old theater in Greenwich Village. And now ... it was nearly time for the Broadway opening of the play. In a few hours now, this very night, it would all be over. The play would be on — in the big uptown theater that had been Catherine's choice, not hers . . . and it would be a success or a failure. Whichever the result, this night would spell the end of her connec- tion with Larry Noble. She had vowed to stay with him, as manager (Continued on page 74) '*r m She's Irna Phillips, who brings you every day the laughter and tears of all humanity By NORTON RUSSELL QUICKLY, now — who is Irna Phillips? Probably you had to stop and think before you could answer. Possibly you can't answer at all. And yet, with the exceptions of Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt and Dorothy Thompson, she influences more members of her sex than any other woman in America. She has an added distinction, too, over Mrs. Roosevelt and Miss Thompson — the women she influences are unaware that anyone is influencing them at all. You, very likely, owe some of your beliefs or ideals to Irna Phillips — even if you aren't familiar with her name. She is the author of three of radio's most popular daily serials: The Woman in White, The Guiding Light, and Road of Life. You are her daily audience — at least two million of you, probably many more. To every one of you two million, the characters Irna has created are real, living, breathing, moving human beings. Dr. John Ruthledge and Rose Kransky of The Guiding Light, Dr. Jim Brent of Road of Life, Karen Adams, the Woman in White — all these, and dozens more, are the intimate friends of a great slice of our country. It's time you met this woman who brings you so many hours of laugh- ter, of tears, of heartbreak, and of joy each week; who knows the ■ To Irna Phillips, the characters of Woman in White, The Guiding Light, Road of Life, are as real as her own family. physical, mental and emotional characteristics of the many people she creates as intimately as she knows those of her own family; and who, most important of all, is so wise and human that every one of her programs contains inspiration and help for those who will listen. In radio, a business which seems to create remarkable people, she is one of the most remarkable of all. Irna could have been an actress as easily as a writer. In fact, though few people outside the casts of her plays know it, she is an actress. When Today's Children, her first network serial, was on the air, Irna played two roles in it — Mother Moran and Kay. Drop into Irna's office on Ontario Street in Chicago, any day between 8:30 and 1:00, and you'll see her doing an informal, but thorough, job of acting. Pacing rapidly back and forth across the room, she dictates the dialogue of a script to her secre- tary, Gertrude Prys. As she talks, she changes the inflections of her voice to suit the different characters. so that Gertrude knows without be- ing told who is supposed to be speaking. Her different voices are excellent imitations of those you hear on the air — even the men's voices aren't bad! In a way, all this is a sort of short- hand communication between the two women, designed to save time and get a story down on paper with the minimum of effort. Irna admits that Gertrude, with her quick per- ception and intimate knowledge of her boss's method of working, is responsible for cutting the work of writing three daily scripts just about in half. In other words, down to a point where it requires only the energy of a stevedore, the resource- fulness of an international spy, and the inventiveness of an Edgar Rice Burroughs. For a girl who didn't think she could write, Irna Phillips is doing very well for herself. Her salary just now is $3,000 a week — the highest of any writer for radio; and, when you consider that it goes on for 52 {Continued on "page 68 ) RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR YOUNG Mrs. Curtenius Gillette is known as "Tarda" among her friends in New York and Nassau society. She speaks five languages . . . excels in housekeep- ing. . .wears clothes with faultless distinction. A vivid, glowing per- son, she enjoys life to the full . . . says she "loves" the theatre, music, casual entertaining — and Camels. "Oh, you'll always find Camels on hand in our house," she says. "I've smoked Camels for about seven years — and I like them best. They're mild — delicate — and have such nice fragrance. 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Artie Shaw will be at the Hotel Penn- sylvania, Paul Whiteman should be at the New Yorker, Sammy Kaye returns to the Commodore, Eddy Duchin to the Plaza, Benny Goodman to the Waldorf-Astoria and either Horace Heidt or Kay Kyser will oc- cupy the rostrum in the Biltmore. Jan Savitt remains at the Lincoln. Larry Clinton insists he too will be in New York. All these magic moguls will broadcast, with MBS getting the lion's share of their broadcasts. * * * Carolyn Horton is Durelle Alexan- der's successor in the Eddy Duchin orchestra. Durelle decided to get married. Paula Kelly dropped out of Al Donahue's band and the society maestro is looking for a replacement. * * * As predicted here, Guy Lombardo's kid sister, Rose Marie, joined the band to become the first girl vocalist ever to sing with the Royal Canadians. * * * The flying bug has bitten Gray Gor- don's first trumpeter, Les McManis, so badly that he resigned in order that he may have more time to study the mechanics of airplanes. * * * Tommy Dorsey shuns New York this fall for an engagement in Chi- cago's Palmer House, beginning Octo- ber 12. * * * Benny Goodman's new pianist is Fletcher Henderson, the great colored swing arranger. Jess Stacey left the band to form his own eight-piece unit under the management of Benny's older brother Harry. Glenn Miller, who scored such a big hit at the Glen Island Casino last summer, is touring the lucrative one- night belt. Bea Wain turned out her first indi- NOVEMBER, 1939 vidual platter for Victor since leaving Larry Clinton's band. Phil Brito quit singing for Savitt for Al Donahue's stable. Jan Patricia Norman, the girl who made Ole Man Mose young again, gave birth to a baby boy. Daddy is Jack Meakin, a studio orchestra leader. * * * Martha Tilton is back with Benny Goodman following a recent illness. THEY MADE HIM LEAD A BAND THE career of Larry Clinton has been one phenomenon after another. He wrote over 100 songs before any smart alec along Tin Pan Alley would think of publishing his works. He came from a musical family, yet they insisted that Larry should study en- gineering. In 1936 he wrote 25 per cent of all the published arrange- ments in the country. The handstand's gain became the other orchestra leaders' loss because Larry Clinton is much too busy turn- ing out arrangements for his own successful orchestra. The band's NBC commercial on Monday nights, one-night stand tours, stage dates, and recordings don't give Clinton time to think up ideas for his col- leagues. Now firmly established as a band leader, Larry is still a unique figure. Unlike other bands who depend on their high-priced arrangers or infec- tious personalities for their popular - (Continued on page 85) ■ The Andrew Sisters, Maxine, Patty and La Verne, and their arranger whip up a new tune. 43 Eastern Standard Time 8:30 8:30 8:30 9:00 9:00 9:30 9:30 10:00 10:00 10:30 11:00 12:00 12:00 12:30 12:30 1:00 1:00 2:00 2:00 2:00 3:00 3:00 4:00 8:30 4:30 4:30 4:30 7:00 5:00 5:00 6:00 9:00 6:00 9:30 6:30 7:00 7:00 7:00 8:00 8:00 a -is r-OS Or- 8:00 8:00 8:00 8:30 8:30 9:00 9:00 9:30 9:30 9:30 10:00 10:05 10:15 10:30 10:30 10:30 11:00 11:00 11:30 11:30 12:00 12:00 1:00 1:00 2:00 2:00 2:30 2:30 3:00 3:00 4:00 4:00 4:00 4:30 4:30 5:00 5:00 5:30 5:30 6:00 6:00 6:30 6:30 6:30 7:00 7:00 7:00 8:00 8:00 8:00 8:30 8:30 9 9:00 10 9:00 10 9:00|10 8 00 8:00 8:30 8:30 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:30 9:30 10:00 10:00 10:30 10:30 10:30 11:00 11:05 11:15 11:30 11:30 11:30 11:45 12:00 12:00 12:30 12:30 1:00 1:00 2:00 2:00 3:00 3:00 3:30 3:30 4:00 4:00 5:00 5:00 5:00 5:15 5:30 5:30 5:30 NBC-Blue: Peerless Trio NBC-Red: Organ Recital NBC-Blue: Tone Pictures NBC-Red: Four Showmen NBC-Red: Animal News CBS: From the Organ Loft NBC-Blue: White Rabbit Line NBC-Red: Turn back the Clock NBC-Red: Tom Teriss CBS: Aubade for Strings NBC-Red: Sunday Drivers CBS: Church of the Air NBC-Red: Highlights of the Bible CBS: Wings Over Jordan NBC-Blue: Russian Melodies NBC-Red: Children's Hour CBS News and Rhythm NBC-Blue: Alice Remsen NBC-Blue: Neighbor Nell CBS: MAJOR BOWES FAMILY NBC-Blue: Southernaires NBC-Red: News N BC-Red : Vernon Crane's Story Book NBC-Blue: RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL NBC-Red: Walter Logan Music CBS: Salt Lake City Tabernacle NBC-Red: On the Job CBS: Church of the Air NBC-Blue: Waterloo Junction NBC-Red: Sunday Symphonette CBS: Democracy in Action NBC-Red: Smoke Dreams NBC-Red: University of Chicago Round Table CBS: N. Y. Philharmonic (Oct. 15) NBC-Red: Electronic Orchestra NBC-Blue: Bookman's Notebook NBC-Blue: Allen Roth Presents NBC-Red: Concert Orchestra NBC-Red: Bob Becker Dog Chats NBC-Blue: National Vespers NBC-Red: Ranger's Serenade NBC-Red: The World is Yours MBS: Musical Steelmakers NBC-Red: Enna Jettick Melodies NBC-Blue: Paul Martin's Music NBC-Blue: Four Star News CBS: Ben Bernie NBC-Blue: Met Opera Auditions NBC-Red: The Spelling Bee 6:00 CBS: Silver Theater 6:00 NBC-Red: Catholic Hour CBS: Gateway to Hollywood NBC-Red: Grouch Club CBS: People's Platform NBC-Red: Jack Benny (Its Screen Guild Theater NBC-Blue: Radio Guild NBC-Red: Fitch Bandwagon CBS: Orson Welles NBC-Blue: NBC Symphony NBC-Red: DON AMECHE, EDGAR BERGEN CBS: Ford Symphony Nisi -Blue: Walter Winchell NBC-Red: Manhattan Merry-Go- Round NBC-Blue: The Parker Family NBC-Blue: Irone Rich NBC-Red: American Album of Familiar Music NBC-Blue: Bill Stern Sports Review 45 00 MBS: Goodwill Hour 00. CDS Alibi Club 00 NIK -Red: Hour of Charm 9:30 10:30, NBC- HI in : Cheerio 10:00 11 10:00 11 00 CHS Dance Orchestra 00 NBC: Dance Orchestra SUNDAY'S HIGHLIGHTS ■ From the Album — Jean Dickenson and Gus+ave Haenschen Tune-In Bulletin for October 1, 8, 15 and 22! October I: The new season's in full swing now, with Jack Benny returning to NBC-Red at 7:00 tonight. . . . The Metropolitan Opera Auditions of the air starting on NBC-Blue at 5:30. ... Bob Becker's Dog Chats on NBC-Red at 3:45. . . . Walter Winchell changing to a new time — 9:00 on NBC-Blue. . . . Irene Rich moving to 9:30 on NBC-Blue. . . . The Parker Family, which you used to hear on CBS, slipping into the quarter-hour right after Winchell, 9:15 on NBC-Blue. October 8: More new programs, and old favorites returning. . . . The American Radio Warblers on Mutual at I 1 :45 A.M. . . . The Lutheran Hour, also on Mutual, at 4:30. . . . The Musical Steelmakers back on Mutual at 5:00. . . . The Silver Theater, with Hollywood stars, back on CBS at 6:00. . . . Milton Berle may be starting his new program on NBC-Blue at 7:30 tonight, too. . . . and Bill Stern begins a weekly sports review on NBC-Blue at 9:45 P.M. ... Ben Bernie's back on CBS at 5:30. October 15: Just one new entry today, but a famous one — the New York Philharmonic Concerts, directed by John Barbirolli, on CBS at 3:00. October 22: Don't forget the Screen Guild Theater, on CBS at 7:30 tonight. ON THE AIR TONIGHT: The American Album of Familiar Music, on NBC's Red network at 9:30, Eastern Standard Time, sponsored by Bayer's Aspirin. No comedians, no dramas, no Holly- wood stars, just the music that everybody knows and loves, sung by Frank Munn, Jean Dickenson, Elizabeth Lennox and the Buck- ingham Choir, make up this long-running half-hour program. And back of it are two of radio's canniest people, Frank and Anne Hummert. They're heads of the Blackett-Sample-Hummert advert is ing agency, which produces a score of your favorite daytime serials and several eve- ning musical programs like this one; and they seem to have an unerring knack for predicting what the average person likes. Not a song is sung or a melody played on The American Album of Familiar Music that hasn't first been selected and okayed by Mr. and Mrs. Hummert. Singers Munn, Dickenson and Lennox, orchestra-director Gustave Haenschen, piano duo Arden and Arden, or violinist Bertrand Hirsch — all sing and play the music that's handed to them; they never pick it out for themselves. The Hummerts have only one rule for the music they select, but that's a good one — it must be full of melody. The American Album is old-fashioned radio, without ballyhoo or studio audi- ences. The large orchestra and the singers gather in one of NBC's medium-sized studios (in New York) about five o'clock on Sunday afternoon and rehearse right up to the nine-thirty broadcast time. They used to have an audience, but about eight months ago it was decided that the music sounded better if it came from a room that wasn't filled with a lot of people. When an audience was present Jean Dick- enson and Elizabeth Lennox both wore eve- ning clothes; they still wear them, because nobody has told them to stop. All the Album stars live outside of New York — Frank Munn on Long Island and Gus Haenschen, Jean Dickenson and Elizabeth Lennox in Connecticut — coming to town only for their broadcasts. Jean's mother likes this arrangement; she's a movie fan and the only chance she gets to catch up on the new pictures is when she accom- panies her daughter to town and goes to the movies during rehearsals. Listen in on the American Album some time, if you're not one of its fans already You'll like it. SAY HELLO TO . . . LEON JANNEY — who plays Richard the Great in The Parker Family, on NBC-Blue tonight at 9:15. Leon's been an actor since he was two years old. At nine he went into the movies and became famous as the boy in "Cour- age" with Belle Bennett. Then he came to New York for stage work and soon after that went on the air. Leon's a rabid baseball fan, is engaged but not married, and hates little guest towels, neckties, and swing music. INSIDE RADIO-The New Radio Mirror Almanac 44 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR u 1 a "zi 8:00 8:15 8:30 8:30 < a z < 8:00 8:00 8:05 9:00 9:00 9:05 8:15 9:15 U iZ 8:00 8:30 9:00 9:30 < B. 8:45 8:45 9:45 9:45 1:00 9:00 9:00 9:00 10:00 10:00 10:00 1:15 9:15 9:15 9:15 10:15 10:15 10:15 1:30 9:30 9:30 9:30 10:30 10:30 10:30 9:45 10:45 10:00 10:00 11:00 11:00 11:30 10:15 10:15 10:15 11:15 11:15 11:15 11:00 10:30 10:30 10:30 11:30 11:30 11:30 11:15 10:45 11:45 11:45 10:45 11:45 9:00 9:00 11:00 11:00 12:00 12:00 9:15 9:15 11:15 11:15 12:15 12:15 9:30 9:30 9:30 11:30 11:30 11:30 12:30 12:30 12:30 9:45 11:45 12:45 10:00 12:00 1:00 10:15 10:15 12:15 12:15 1:15 1:15 10:30 10:30 12:30 12:30 1:30 1:30 10:45 12:45 12:45 1:45 1:45 11:00 11:00 1:00 1:00 2:00 2:00 2:15 1:15 2:15 11:15 1:15 2:15 11:30 1:30 1:30 2:30 2:30 11:45 11:45 1:45 1:45 2:45 2:45 12:00 12:00 2:00 2:00 3:00 3:00 12:15 12:15 2:15 2:15 3:15 3:15 12:30 2:30 3:30 12:45 12:45 2:45 2:45 3:45 3:45 1:00 1:00 3:00 3:00 4:00 4:00 1:15 3:15 4:15 1:30 3:30 4:30 1:45 3:45 3:45 4:45 4:45 2:00 4:00 5:00 2:30 4:30 5:30 2:30 4:30 5:30 5:30 2:45 4:45 5:45 5:15 5:45 5:45 5:45 3:00 5:00 6:00 6:05 5:30 6:30 6:45 8:00 8:00 6:00 6:00 7:00 7:00 8:15 6:15 7:15 7:30 7:30 4:30 7:30 6:30 7:30 6:30 6:30 7:30 7:30 7:30 7:30 9:00 9:00 5:00 7:00 7:00 7:00 8:00 8:00 8:00 8:30 5:30 8:30 7:30 7:30 7:30 8:30 8:30 8:30 6:00 8:00 8:00 9:00 9:00 6:30 7:00 7:00 8:30 9:00 9:00 9:30 10:00 10:00 Eastern Standard Time NBC-Red: Musical Varieties NBC-Red: Do You Remember NBC-Blue: Norsemen Quartet NBC-Red: Gene and Glenn CBS: Richard Maxwell NBC: News NBC-Blue: BREAKFAST CLUB CBS: Meet the Dixons CBS: Manhattan Mother NBC-Red: The Family Man CBS: Bachelor's Children NBC-Red: Life Can be Beautiful CBS: Pretty Kitty Kelly NBC-Blue: Story of the Month NBC-Red: The Man I Married CBS: Myrt and Marge NBC-Blue: Josh Higgins NBC-Red: John's Other Wife CBS: Hilltop House NBC-Blue: Jack Berch NBC-Red: Just Plain Bill NBC-Red: Woman in White NBC-Blue: Mary Marlin NBC-Red: David Harum CBS: Brenda Curtis NBC-Blue: Vic and Sade NBC- Red: Lorenzo Jones CBS Big Sister NBC-Blue: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Red: Young Widder Brown CBS. Aunt Jenny's Stories NBC-Blue: Getting the Most Out of Life NBC-Red: Road of Life CBS: Kate Smith Speaks NBC-Red: Carters of Elm Street CBS: When a Girl Marries NBC-Red: The O'Neills CBS: Romance of Helen Trent NBC-Blue: Farm and Home Hour NBC-Red: Time for Thought CBS: Our Gal Sunday CBS: The Goldbergs CBS: Life Can be Beautiful NBC-Red: Let's Talk it Over CBS: Road of Life NBC-Blue: Peables Takes Charge CBS: This Day is Ours xNBC-Red: Words and Music CBS: Doc Barclay's Daughters NBC-Red: Betty and Bob CBS: Dr. Susan NBC-Red: Arnold Grimm's Daughter CBS: Your Family and Mine NBC-Red: Valiant Lady CBS: My Son and I NBC-Red: Hymns of All Churches CBS: Girl Interne NBC-Red: Mary Marlin CBS: Society Girl NBC-Red: Ma Perkins NBC-Red: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Blue: Ted Malone NBC-Red: The Guiding Light NBC-Blue: Club Matinee NBC-Red: Backstage Wife NBC-Red: Stella Dallas NBC-Red: Vic and Sade CBS: Smilin' Ed McConnell NBC-Red: Midstream NBC-Red: Girl Alone CBS: It Happened in Hollywood NBC-Blue: Affairs of Anthony NBC-Red: Jack Armstrong Scattergood Baines NBC-Blue: Tom Mix NBC-Red: Little Orphan Annie CBS: News CBS: Edwin C. Hill CBS: H. V. Kaltenborn NBC-Blue: Lowell Thomas CBS: Amos 'n' Andy NBC-Red: Fred Waring's Gang CBS: Lum and Abner CBS: Blondie MBS: The Lone Ranger NBC-Blue: One of the Finest NBC-Red: Larry Clinton CBS: Tune-up Time NBC-Blue: Sherlock Holmes NBC-Red: Tommy Riggs CBS: Howard and Shelton NBC-Blue: True or False NBC-Red: Voice of Firestone CBS: LUX THEATER NBC-Red: Doctor I.Q. NBC-Red: Alec Templeton Time CBS: Guy Lombardo NBC-Red: The Contented Hour MONDAY'S HIGHLIGHTS ■ Baby Dumpling doesn't quite trust Blondie and Dogwood Tune-In Bulletin for October 2, 9, 16 and 23! October 2: Creeps and shudders tonight when Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes begins a weekly half-hour show on NBC-Blue at 8:00. . . . Another new one is called One of the Finest, on NBC-Blue at 7:30, every Monday and Thursday. . . . Dr. Stidger and his inspirational talks on Getting the Most Out of Life return to NBC-Blue at 11:45 this morning. . . . The Lone Ranger tonight celebrates its fifth year on the Mutual network. . . . For fight fans, NBC-Blue broadcasts the Sarcia-Apostoli battle from Madison Square Garden at 10:00. October 9: Kate Smith begins her noonday chats, on CBS at 12:00. ... A new serial starring Betty Garde begins on CBS at 2:45 — it's ca.led My Son and I. . . . Two other new serials are scheduled to get under way — one called Society Girl on CBS at 3:15 and an untitled one sponsored by Colgate's on NBC at 1:15. . . . Joyce Jordan, Girl Interne, changes time to 3:00, on CBS. . . . Smilin' Ed McConnell begins a five-times-a-week program on CBS at 4:45. ... It Happened in Hollywood, with Martha Mears and John Conte, starts this afternoon at a new time — 5:30 on CBS. October 16: Have you lost track of Scattergood Baines? You'll find him and his adventures on CBS at 5:45 this afternoon. October 23: It's St. John's Day today, and the mysterious swallows that spend the summer at San Juan Capistrano Mission in California ought to be leaving for their winter home — wherever that is. NBC will broadcast, if the swallows keep to schedule. ON THE AIR TONIGHT: Blondie, fea- turing Penny Singleton and Arthur Lake, heard on CBS at 7:30, Eastern Standard Time, 6:30 Central Standard Time, 8:30 Rocky Mountain Time and 7:30 Pacific Standard Time. Sponsored by Camel Cigarettes. With their success this summer on the air, there are now no new worlds for Blondie and Dagwood to conquer. With Baby Dumpling, they're a hit in the news- paper comic strips, in movies, and in radio. And all because they're so much like every- body who listens to them. Just a typical couple, they are the sort who play bridge with the neighbors, belong to the bowling club and can't wait for other parents to stop bragging about their babies because they want to talk about Dumpling. Ashmead Scott, noted radio author whose dramatic sketches are frequently heard on important network variety shows, both writes and produces the Blondie series. He's constantly at work on at least two scripts and usually more — one for im- mediate production and frameworks or first drafts of successive shows. At every Blondie broadcast you'll find Penny Singleton and Arthur Lake, as Blondie and Dagwood, and Hanley Staf- ford, Rosemary DeCamp, Ed McDonald and Hans Conried. Hanley Stafford, who is also Fannie Brice's Daddy Snooks, plays Dogwood's boss, Mr. Dithers, while the other three are always present in sup- porting roles. Larry Simms, who plays Baby Dumpling, deserves a paragraph to himself. His picture career started when he was a photographer's model and got his por- trait on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post. Columbia Pictures, looking for a Baby Dumpling, saw the cover and hired him at once. He's four years old, with a preference for swing music — his mother, a former swing singer herself, discovered that lullabies kept him awake, and she had to swing them to get him to sleep. SAY HELLO TO . . . BETTY CAINE — the petite young actress who is now playing Peggy in The O'Neills, on NBC-Red at 12:15 P.M. Betty has been in radio for several years, in vari- ous serials, and you also hear her frequently on Arch Oboler's Plays, Saturday nights. She's from Hastings, Michigan, and turned to acting after finding that a sten- ographer's job bored her to death. She's the wife of that excellent actor, Raymond Edward Johnson. Complete Programs from September 27 to October 24 NOVEMBER, 1939 45 1:15 1:30 2:15 10:45 11:00 "si 8:00 8:00 8:30 8:45 8:45 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:15 9:15 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:45 9:45 10:00 10:00 10:00 10:15 10:15 10:15 10:30 10:30 10:30 Eastern Standard Time 9:00 9:00 9:15 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:30 9:45 10:00 10:15 10:30 10:30 2:15 11:15 11:45 11:45 12:00 12:00 12:15 12:15 12:30 12:45 12:45 1:00 1:00 1:15 1:30 11:00 11:00 11:15 11:15 2:30 2:30 2:30 2:45 5:15 8:00 4:00 8:00 8:15 4:15 8:15 7:30 8:30 9:00 S:30 9:30 6:00 9:30 6:30 6:30 6:30 7:00 7:00 7:30 3:45 3:45 8:00 8:15 8:30 9:00 9:05 9:15 9:00 9:30 9:45 9:45 10:00 10:00 10:00 10:15 10:15 10:15 10:30 10:30 10:45 10:45 11:00 11:00 11:00 11:15 11:15 11:15 11:30 11:30 11:30 11:45 11:45 12:00 12:00 12:15 12:15 12:30 12:30 12:30 12:45 1:00 1:15 1:30 1:30 1:45 1:45 2:00 2:00 2:15 2:15 2:30 2:30 2:45 2:45 3:00 3:00 3:15 3:15 3:45 3:45 4:00 4:00 4:15 4:30 NBC-Red: Variety Program NBC-Red Do You Remember NBC-Red: Gene and Glenn NBC: News NBC-Blue: BREAKFAST CLUB CBS: Meet the Dixons CBS: Manhattan Mother NBC-Red: Family Man CBS: Bachelor's Children NBC-Red: Life Can be Beautiful CBS: Pretty Kitty Kelly NBC-Blue: Story of the Month NBC-Red: The Man I Married CBS: Myrt and Marge NBC-Blue: Josh Hiqgins NBC-Red: John's Other Wife CBS: Hilltop House NBC-Red: Just Plain Bill CBS: Stepmother NBC-Red: Woman in White CBS: Mary Lee Taylor NBC-Blue: Mary Marlin NBC-Red: David Harum CBS: Brenda Curtis NBC-Blue: Vic and Sade NBC-Red: Lorenzo Jones CBS: Big Sister NBC-Blue: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Red: Young Widder Brown CBS: Aunt Jenny's Stories NBC-Blue: Getting the Most Out of Life NBC-Red: Road of Life CBS: Kate Smith Speaks NBC-Red: Carters of Elm Street CBS: When a Girl Marries NBC-Red: The O'Neills 4:45 4:45 4:30 4:30 4:45 5:45 5:00 6:00 6:00 6:00 6:15 6:15 6:15 6:30 7:00 7:00 7:30 7:30 8:00 8:00 8:00 8:30 8:30 Romance of Helen Trent Blue: Farm and Home Hour Red: The Trail Finder Our Gal Sunday The Goldbergs Life Can be Beautiful Road of Life Blue: Peables Takes Charge This Day is Ours Red: Fed. Women's Clubs Doc Barclay's Daughters Red: Betty and Bob Dr. Susan Red: Arnold Grimm's Daughter Your Family and Mine Red: Valiant Lady My Son and I Red: Hymns of all Churches Girl Interne Red: Mary Marlin Society Girl Red: Ma Perkins CBS: NBC NBC CBS: CBS: CBS: CBS: NBC- CBS: NBC- CBS: NBC CBS: NBC- CBS: NBC- CBS: NBC- CBS: NBC- CBS: NBC- NBC-Red: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Blue: Ted Malone NBC-Red: The Guiding Light NBC-Blue: Club Matinee NBC-Red: Backstage Wife NBC-Red: Stella Dallas NBC-Red: Vic and Sade CBS: Smilin' Ed McConnell NBC-Red: Midstream 4:00 5:00 NBC-Red: Girl Alone 5:45 5:45 5:45 6:00 6:05 6:45 5:30 CBS: It Happened in Hollywood 5:30 NBC-Blue: Affairs of Anthony 5:30 NBC-Red: Jack Armstrong CBS: Scattergood Baines NBC-Blue: Tom Mix NBC-Red: Little Orphan Annie CBS: News CBS: Edwin C. Hill NBC-Blue: Lowell Thomas CBS Amos 'n' Andy Mil -Blue: Easy Aces NBC-Red: Fred Waring's Gang CBS: Jimmle Fidler NBC-Blue: Mr. Keen NBC-Red: Quicksilver Quiz CBS: HELEN MENKEN CBS: EDWARD G. ROBINSON NBC-Blue: The Inside Story NBC-Red: Johnny Presents CBS Walter O'Keofe NBC-Blue: INFORMATION PLEASE CBS We, The People NBC Blur Artie Shaw NBC-Red Battle of the Sexos Bob Crosby -Bine TRUE STORY TIME Red Fibber McGee and Molly Hal Kemp ■Blue: If I Had the Chanco Red Bob Hope TUESDAYS HIGHLIGHTS CHS 30' NBC 30 . B< 00 CBS .00: NBC :00;Nli( 9:00 10 9:00 10 9:00 X0 9:30 10:30 \ !',< RkI Uncle Walter's Doghouse ■ Rehearsals are short and sweet for Goodman and Jane Ace Tune-In Bulletin for October 3, 10, 17 and 24! October 3: The Inside Story has its last broadcast tonight — NBC-Blue at 8:00 — and it's too bad it has to leave. . . . Joe Sudly's Orchestra opens tonight at the Belmont Plaza Hotel, and you can listen on NBC. October 10: Remember to hear Fulton Oursler's arresting comments on current history on True Story Time, NBC-Blue at 9:30. October 17: Blue Baron's orchestra opens tonight at the Edison Hotel in New York for a full winter season. You'll hear him on NBC six nights a week from now on. October 24: Feel in the mood for some Hollywood gossip and a review of the new pictures? Tune in Jimmie Fidler on CBS at 7:15. can tell themselves they'd never make mis- takes like that. Yet once, when the pro- gram offered prizes to listeners for iden- tifying boners and sending in the correct versions, all sorts of answers were received. For instance, Jane would say, "Here's the whole thing in a shell-hole," and listeners would correct it to "knot-hole" or "egg- shell." Ouick — what's the correct word?* Goodman writes all the scripts himself, and directs them too. He makes it a rule to hold only one rehearsal before a broad- cast, because too many of them take away spontaneity, he says. Goodman is 39, Jane is 33. They are never seen in night clubs; in fact, have a passion for being anony- mous. Goodman's list of "nevers" of which he is quite proud, includes: Never have been stopped for an autograph, never have had a script returned for changes, never have changed announcers since their NBC debut (Ford Bond has been announc- ing for them since February, 1935), never have won a radio popularity poll. In fact, on every anniversary of their first program the Aces publish an ad in a trade paper spoofing their lack of high popularity rat- ing. The other members of the Aces cast, like their bosses, are pretty retiring and anonymous, but your Studio Snooper found out their names just the same. Marge is played by Mary Hunter, Betty by Ethel Blume, Carl by Albert Ryder, and Neil Williams by Martin Gabel. Nutshell* ON THE AIR TONIGHT and every Tues- day, Wednesday and Thursday night: The Easy Aces, starring Jane and Goodman Ace, on NBC's Blue network at 7:00, East- ern Standard Time, sponsored by Anacin. There isn't another program on the air like this one. Last August I it had been coming to you for nine consecutive years, and it will continue for at least two more, according to a contract the Aces signed with their sponsor this summer. And in all those nine years the Aces have never met the gentlemen who send them their weekly pay-checks. Just never happened to get together, somehow. Jane isn't really as dumb as she sounds on the air. Outside of bridge games, she's a very smart sort of person. But when the Aces started their air series they built the story around an actual bridge game in which Jane, much to her own despair, was her husband's partner. "Don't finesse," she'd tell Ace. "It makes me nervous." One of her bridge rules, by her own ad- mission, was always to lead with the first card on the right of her hand, because it was easier that way. Much more famous than her bridge mistakes now, are Jane's desperate tussles with the English language. Here are a few of her prize remarks: "Time wounds all heels." "Familiarity breeds attempts." "I slept like a cop." "I'm no shrieking violet." "He lives by the sweat of his frau." "It's the gossip truth." Goodman says the rea- son listeners like these boners is that they 46 SAY HELLO TO . . . ELAINE STERNE CARRINGTON— author of When a Girl Marries, on CBS at 12:15 P.M., and Pepper Young's Family, on NBC-Blue at 11:30 A.M. and NBC-Red at 3:30 P.M. — and author, too, of "Are You a Wife in Name only?" on page 19 of this month's Radio Mirror. Mrs. Carrington is one of those rare mortals — a New Yorker who was actually born in New York. In her teens she first began selling stories to magazines, and at 19 she began writing scenarios for movies. 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Hilltop House NBC-Blue: Jack Berch NBC-Red: Just Plain Bill CBS Stepmother NBC-Red: Woman in White CBS: It Happened in Hollywood NBC-Blue: Mary Marlin NBC-Red: David Harum CBS: Brenda Curtis NBC-Blue: Vic and Sade NBC-Red: Lorenzo Jones CBS: Big Sister NBC-Blue: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Red: Young Widder Brown CBS: Aunt Jenny's Stories NBC-Blue: Getting the Most Out of Life NBC-Red: Road of Life CBS: Kate Smith Speaks NBC-Red: Carters of Elm Street CBS: When a Girl Marries NBC-Red: The O'Neills CBS: Romance of Helen Trent NBC-Blue: Farm and Home Hour CBS: Our Gal Sunday CBS: The Goldbergs CBS: Life Can be Beautiful NBC-Red: Let's Talk it Over CBS: Road of Life NBC-Blue: Peables Takes Charge CBS: This Day is Ours NBC-Red: Words and Music CBS: Doc Barclay's Daughters NBC-Blue: Roy Shield Revue NBC-Red: Betty and Bob CBS: Dr. Susan NBC-Red: Arnold Grimm's Daughter CBS: Your Family and Mine NBC-Red: Valiant Lady CBS: My Son and I NBC-Red: Betty Crocker CBS: Girl Interne NBC-Red: Mary Marlin CBS: Society Girl NBC-Red: Ma Perkins NBC-Red: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Blue: Ted Malone NBC-Red: The Guiding Light NBC-Blue: Club Matinee NBC-Red: Backstage Wife NBC-Red: Stella Dallas NBC-Red: Vic and Sade CBS: Smilin' Ed McConnell NBC-Red: Midstream NBC-Red: Girl Alone CBS: It Happened in Hollywood NBC-Blue: Affairs of Anthony NBC-Red: Jack Armstrong ( I'.s Scattergood Baines NBO-Blue: Tom Mix NBC-Red: LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE CBS: New* CBS: Edwin C. Hill CBS: H. V. Kaltenborn NBC-Illue: Gulden Serenaders (Oct. 18) NBC-Blue: Lowell Thomas CBS: Amos 'n' Andy NBC-Blue: Easy Acos NBI Red: Frod Warlng's Gang (Its Lum and Abner Mi( Blue: Mr. Koon CBS BURNS AND ALLEN MBS The Lone Ranger (HS Phil Bakor Mi. Red CHARLES BO YER (IIS PAUL WHITEMAN NB< Blue Hobby Lobby Nil' Red Tommy Dortey CHS TEXACO STAR THEATER \IS( Red: FRED ALLEN 10:00 Mil Red KAY KYSER'S COLLEGE WEDNESDAYS HIGHLIGHTS ■ A Myrt and Marge broadcast: Myrt, Betty Jane Tyler, and Marge Tune-In Bulletin for September 27, October 4, 11 and 18! September 27: Eddy Duchin and his piano and his orchestra are at the Plaza Hotel in New York, starting tonight, broadcasting on NBC. October 4: Three big-time programs return to the air tonight — and you can hear all three of them because their times don't conflict. . . . First, Burns and Allen at 7:30 on CBS. . . . Next, Charles Boyer in the Woodbury Playhouse, at 8:00 on NBC-Red. . . . Next, Fred Allen on NBC-Red at 9:00. . . . Baseball fans will have their ears glued to their radios this afternoon, when Mutual broadcasts the first game of the World's Baseball Series. Mutual gets this feature exclusively. October I I : Today's the birthday of America's most influential woman, Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt. She's fifty-five years old, and doesn't mind a bit if you know. . . . Xavier Cugat's band opens tonight at the Statler Hotel in Detroit, broadcasting on NBC. October 18: The Gulden Serenaders offer you a new show today, on NBC-Blue at 6:30 P. M. ON THE AIR TODAY: Myrt and Marge, on CBS at 10:15 A.M., Eastern Standard Time, 9:15 A.M. Central Standard Time, 2:15 P.M. Mountain Time and 1:15 P.M. Pacific Time. Sponsored by Concentrated Super Suds. In another month or so Myrtle Vail and Donna Damerel will be celebrating their eighth radio birthday. Myrt, Donna's mother in real life as well as on the air, was born in Joliet, Illinois. At fifteen she showed her theatri- cal spirit by running away to join the chorus of a musical comedy. Just one year later she met and married George Damerel, the original "Prince Danilo" in the famous operetta, "The Merry Widow." Together they spent years touring in vaudeville, and as soon as daughter Donna was old enough — in other words, fifteen, she was taken into their act. A few years before 1929 the Damerels decided to quit the stage and Mr. Damerel went into the real-estate business in Chi- cago. He was getting along fine when 1929 brought with it the collapse of the real-estate market. 1931 found the family in a Chicago suburb, with Myrt trying to figure out a way of getting some money to pay the bills. Vaudeville was dead, and she turned to the only other field of en- tertainment she could think of — radio. Digging into the romance and excite- ment of her own backstage life, she wrote the first ten scripts of Myrt and Marge in longhand, and drafted Donna for the Marge role. Then she pawned her ring, the last piece of jewelry she owned, and bought a smart new fall outfit with the money, just to impress her prospective sponsor. The new outfit worked — anyway, she got the job of advertising his wares on the air, and Myrt and Marge made their radio debut three weeks later. Myrt writes all her own scripts, usually working at night. Rehearsals and the two broadcasts take up most of the rest of her day. Since 1937, when they were taken over by their present sponsor, Myrt and Marge have broadcast out of New York, and except for Myrt and Marge them- selves the only original member of the cast still with them is Ray Hedge, who plays Clarence Tiffingtuffer. Santos Ortega was with them for a long time, as Lee Kirby, but a month or so ago he was re- placed by Dick Janaver, radio newcomer. Other current regulars in the cast are Betty Jane Tyler, as Marge's child by her late husband, Jack Arnold; Michael Fitz- maurice, as Jimmie Kent, one of Marge's friends; Frances Woodbury and Charles Webster, as Mr. and Mrs. Arnold; and Allen Devitt, as Mr. Brellerton White. SAY HELLO TO . . . VICKI VOLA — who was doing only fairly well as a radio actress in Hollywood when she suddenly decided to pack up and try to make a name for herself in New York. She's succeeded, too, because now she has the title role in Brenda Curtis, the new serial on CBS this morning at 11:15. Vicki was born in Denver and hopped off to the West Coast with a radio troupe when she was only six- teen. Since coming to New York she has had supporting parts in Grand Central Station, Howie Wing and the Alibi Club, but Brenda Curtis is her first really im- portant role. She's brown-haired and brown-eyed. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Women everywhere will be grateful! 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It comes in the same blue box at the same low price. 49 1:15 1:30 2:15 10:45 11:30 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:15 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:30 9:45 10:00 10:15 10:30 10:30 2:15 11:15 11:45 11:45 12:00 12:00 12:15 12:15 12:45 12:45 1:00 1:00 1:30 1:30 1:45 2:00 2:30 2:30 2:45 5:15 8:00 4:00 8:00 8:00 8:00 8:30 8:45 8:45 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:15 9:15 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:4: 9:45 10:00 10:00 10:00 10:15 10:15 10:15 10:30 10:30 10:30 11:00 11:00 11:00 11:15 11:15 11:30 11:30 11:30 11:45 12:00 12:15 12:30 12:30 12:45 12:45 1:00 1:00 1:15 1:15 1:30 1:30 1:45 1:45 2:00 2:00 2:15 2:15 9:30 5:30 5:30 6:00 6:00 7:00 Eastern Standard Time 8:00 NBC-Red: Variety Show 8:15 NBC-Red: Do You Remember 8:30,NBC-Red: Gene and Glenn 9:00 NBC: News NBC-Blue: BREAKFAST CLUB 9:00 9:00 9:45 9:45 2:45 2:45 3:00 3:00 3:30 3:30 3:45 3:45 4:30 4:30 4:45 5:45 6:00 6:00 6:00 6:30 6:30 7:00 7:00 7:30 7:30 7:30 8:00 8:00 9:00 50 CBS: Meet the Dixons CBS: Manhattan Mother NBC-Red: The Family Man CBS: Bachelor's Children NBC-Red: Life Can be Beautifu CBS: Pretty Kitty Kelly NBC-Blue: Story of the Month NBC-Red: The Man I Married CBS: Myrt and Marge NBC-Blue: Josh Hiqqins NBC-Red: John's Other Wile CBS: Hilltop House NBC-Red: Just Plain Bill CBS: Stepmother NBC-Red: Woman in White CBS: Mary Lee Taylor NBC-Blue: Mary Marlin NBC-Red: David Harum CBS: Brenda Curtis NBC-Blue: Vic and Sade NBC-Red: Lorenzo Jones CBS: Big Sister NBC-Blue: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Red: Young Widder Brown CBS: Aunt Jenny's Stories NBC-Blue: Getting the Most Out of Life NBC-Red Road of Life CBS: Kate Smith Speaks NBC-Blue Southernaires NBC-Red: Carters of Elm Street CBS: When a Girl Marries NBC-Red: The O'Neills CBS: Romance of Helen Trent NBC-Blue: Farm and Home Hour NBC-Red: American Life CBS CBS CBS Our Gal Sunday The Goldbergs Life Can be Beautiful Road of Life CBS NBC-Blue: Peables Takes Charge NBC-Red: Words and Music CBS: This Day is Ours CBS: Doc Barclay's Daughters NBC-Red: Betty and Bob CBS: Dr. Susan NBC-Red: Arnold Grimm's Daughter CBS: Your Family and Mine NBC-Red- Valiant Lady CBS My Son and I NBC-Red: Hymns of AM Churches CBS Girl Interne NBC-Red: Mary Marlin CBS: Society Girl NBC-Red: Ma Perkins NBC-Red: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Blue: Ted Malone NBC-Red: The Guiding Light NBC-Blue: Sunbrite Smile Parade NBC-Red: Backstage Wife NBC-Red: Stella Dallas NBC-Blue: Rhythm Auction NBC-Red: Vic and Sade CHS Smilin' Ed McConnell NBC-Red Midstream NBC-Red: Girl Alone CBS: It Happened in Hollywood NBC-Blue: Affairs of Anthony NBC-Red: Jack Armstrong CBS Scattergood Baines NBC-Blue: Tom Mix NB( Red Little Orphan Annie IBS Newi CBS Edwin C. Hill NBC-Blue Lowell Thomas CBS: Amos 'n' Andy NBC-Blue: Easy Aces NBC Red: Fred Waring's Gang NBC-Blue: Mr. Keen (MS Vox Pop '.i:i Blue: One of the Finest CBS Ask it Basket NBI Red: One Man's Family ' BS Strange as it Seems N BC Blue: Joe Penner \li( Red: Those We Love ( BS MAJOR BOWES NBC Red: GOOD news NBC-Red: KRAFT MUSIC HALL THURSDAY'S HIGHLIGHTS ■ Three mikes and many actors are used for Strange as it Seems Tune-In for September 28, October 5, 12 and 19! September 28: Two departures and one return: Rudy Vallee gives you his last program tonight on NBC-Red at 8:00. . . , Joe E. Brown says farewell on CBS at 7:30. . . . And Bing Crosby, after much too long an absence, returns to his Kraft Music Hall on NBC-Red at 10:00. October 5: To take the place of the Vallee Hour, NBC-Red has two programs: One Man's Family, tonight at 8:00, and followed at 8:30 by that favorite of a year ago, Those We Love, starring Nan Grey. . . . Vox Pop, that informal interview program, is on CBS, starting tonight at 7:30. . . . Joe Penner's back too, in a brand new program, on NBC-Blue at 8:30, October 12: Today we honor Christopher Columbus, who discovered America. ... so all the networks will have special Columbus Day programs. October 19: An entertaining story is that of Mr. Keen, Tracer of Missing Persons, on NBC-Blue tonight at 7:15. ON THE AIR TONIGHT: Strange as it Seems, on CBS at 8:30, Eastern Standard Time, 7:30 Central Standard Time, 9:30 Rocky Mountain Time, aid 8:30 Pacific Time, sponsored by Palmolive Brushless and Palmolive Shave Cream. The eerie announcement, "Strange as it seeeeems!" ushers in one of radio's sur- prise-package programs, on which you never know what is coming next. Every- thing you hear on the program is bizarre, weird, or unbelievable — yet, says John Hix, the man who gathers the facts, everything is true. Hix himself doesn't appear on the pro- gram, which comes from the New York CBS studio that's always used for dramatic programs with lots of sound effects and without audiences. He lives in Hollywood, where he draws his daily newspaper car- toon of odd facts and also writes for the movies. You couldn't hire him to go on the air, because he is tremendously shy — doesn't even appear much in public. There isn't much chance that he'll ever run out of material for his cartoons and his radio show. He carries on a constant correspondence with hundreds of people, all over the world, and gathers odd facts from them as well as from his reading. In eleven years of cartooning, he has used more than 19,000 separate items — but he still has about 50,000 additional facts, never yet used, in his files. Radio's most dependable actors and actresses and a battery of sound effects make up the cast of Strange as it Seems. The two sound-effects men are as busy as the actors, and sometimes a lot busier. One of them specializes in making a sound like the neighing of horses, but he's always happiest when one of the sketches has a horse in it. That spooky effect you hear at the be- ginning of the program is accomplished by burly actor Mark Smith, talking into a "filter" mike, which gives his voice a far- away, unearthly quality. Later on in the show, you hear the same actor talking over another microphone, but you don't know it — he sounds completely different. To counteract the often terrifying note struck by the material of the program, there's smooth-voiced Alois Havrilla as master of ceremonies and announcer. Alois belongs on a program made up of oddities, because he's one himself. He came to this country from Pressov, Austria- Hungary, when he was three years old, and by the time he was five still couldn't speak a word of English. By 1935 his English was so perfect that he was awarded the diction medal of the Ameri- can Academy of Arts and Letters. SAY HELLO TO . . . MICHAEL FITZMAURICE— who makes a specialty of play- ing doctors. In Joyce Jordan, Girl Interne, heard on CBS at 3:00 (beginning October 9), he is Dr. David Morgan, and he used to play Dr. Baxter in Her Honor, Nancy James. It isn't surprising, because Michael wanted to be a great surgeon when he finished high school in Los Angeles — but he gave it up because he wasn't any good at mathematics or chemistry. Michael's father was a doctor, and his sister is one too, now practicing in London. Besides acting, Michael devotes much of his time to writing, and several of his stories have been published. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Want a rosy, thriving baby? Study Martha! First Year: a grand start. ..on clapp's strained foods "Doctors speak so highly of them — that's the best reason for choosing Clapp's Foods," Martha Michener's mother says. "But it was nice, too, that Martha was just crazy about the flavors! "You can see why Clapp's are so good— the Clapp people have 18 years' experience. They were the first to make baby foods, and they're the only big company that makes nothing else." "Weighing day was great fun! Martha al- ways made a splendid gain — one time she put on 4 pounds 3 ounces in 3 months! She was so active and sturdy, too, the picture of health. Plenty of vitamins and minerals in her Clapp's Strained Foods, all right. "Her baby book shows that she started to feed herself the day she was a year old!" 17 VARIETIES Every food approved by doctors. Pressure-cooked, smoothly strained but not too liquid — a real advance over the bottle. Clapp's — first to make baby foods — has had 18 years' experience in this field. Soups — Vegetable Soup • Beef Broth • Liver Soup • Unstrained Baby Soup • Strained Beef with Vegetables Vegetables — Tomatoes • Aspara- gus • Spinach • Peas • Beets • Car- rots • Green Beans • Mixed Greens Fruits — Apricots • Prunes • Apple Sauce . Peaches and Pears Cereal — Baby Cereal Runabout Years: doing beautifully... on clapp's chopped foods "Never any of this won't- eat business with Martha. Lots of babies get fussy as they grow older — don't take kindly to coarser foods. But Martha went on to her new Clapp's Chopped Foods without a bit of trouble. "They have the nice flavors she was used to in her Strained Foods, of course, and they're so evenly cut, just the texture doctors advise for older babies." "Martha likes variety — she has 3 toy elephants of different colors — and she's the same way about food. Clapp's gives her a wide choice — she still gets 12 kinds of Chopped Foods, includ- ing the substantial Junior Dinners and that grand new Pineapple Rice Dessert. "Yes, we're very proud of Martha's health record. If you want a baby to have the best, I'm sure it pays to insist on Clapp's!" 12 VARIETIES More coarsely divided foods for chil- dren who have outgrown Strained Foods. 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BABY STRAINED FOR BABIES... .CHOPPED FOR YOUNG CHILDREN NOVEMBER, 1939 51 :qs o*- 8:00 8:00 8:30 8:30 8:45 8:45 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:15 9:15 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:30 9:45 9:45 10:00 10:00 10:00 10:15 10:15 10:15 10:30 10:30 10:30 9:00 9:00 9:15 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:30 9:45 10:00 10:15 10:15 10:30 10:30 11:00 11:00 2:15 11:15 11:30 11:45 11:45 12:00 12:00 12:15 12:15 12:45 12:45 1:00 1:00 1:15 1:30 1:45 2:00 2:30 2:30 2:45 5:15 8:00 8:00 1:00 7:30 4:00 8:00 8:30 6:00 6:30 6:30 7:00 7:00 11:00 11:00 11:15 11:15 11:30 11:30 11:30 Eastern Standard Time 8:00 NBC-Red: Variety Show 8:15 NBC-Red: Do You Remember 8:30 NBC-Red: Gene and Glenn 9:00 9:00 9:05 9:15 9:30 9:30 9:45 9:45 10:00 10:00 10:00 10:15 10:15 10:15 10:30 10:30 10:30 10:45 10:45 11:00 11:00 11:00 11:15 11:15 11:15 11:30 11:30 11:30 11:45 11:45 12:00 12:00 12:15 12:15 12:30 12:30 12:30 11:45 12:00 12:15 12:15 12:30 12:30 12:45 12:45 1:00 1:00 1:00 1:15 1:15 1:30 1:30 1:45 1:45 2:00 2:00 2:15 2:15 2:45 2:45 3:00 3:00 3:15 3:30 3:45 3:45 4:30 4:30 4:45 5:45 5:30 5:30 6:00 6:00 6:30 7:30 7:00 7:00 8:00 8:00 B:30 8:30 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:00 9:30 9:30 10:00 10:00 CBS: Richard Maxwell NBC: News NBC-Blue: BREAKFAST CLUB CBS: Meet the Dixons CBS: Manhattan Mother NBC-Red: The Family Man CBS: Bachelor's Children NBC-Red: Life Can be Beautiful CBS: Pretty Kitty Kelly NBC-Blue: Story of the Month NBC-Red: The Man I Married CBS: Myrt and Marge NBC-Blue: Josh Higgins NBC-Red: John's Other Wife CBS: Hilltop House NBC-Blue: Jack Berch NBC-Red: Just Plain Bill CBS: Stepmother NBC-Red: Woman in White CBS: It Happened in Hollywood NBC-Blue: Mary Marlin NBC-Red: David Harum CBS: Brenda Curtis NBC-Blue: Vic and Sade NBC-Red: Lorenzo Jones CBS: Big Sister NBC-Blue: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Red: Young Widder Brown CBS: Aunt Jenny's Stories NBC-Blue: Getting the Most Out of Life NBC-Red: Road of Life CBS: Kate Smith Speaks NBC-Red: Carters of Elm Street CBS: When a Girl Marries NBC-Red: The O'Neills CBS: Romance of Helen Trent NBC-Blue: Farm and Home Hour NBC-Red: Women in a Changing World CBS: Our Gal Sunday CBS: The Goldbergs CBS: Life Can be Beautiful NBC-Red: Let's Talk it Over CBS: Road of Life NBC-Blue: Peables Takes Charge CBS: This Day is Ours NBC-Red: Words and Music CBS: Doc Barclay's Daughters NBC-Blue: Revue Program NBC-Red: Betty and Bob CBS: Dr. Susan NBC-Red : Arnold Grimm's Daughter CBS: Your Family and Mine NBC-Red: Valiant Lady CBS: My Son and I NBC-Red: Betty Crocker CBS: Girl Interne NBC-Red: Mary Marlin CBS: Society Girl NBC-Red: Ma Perkins NBC-Red: Pepper Young's Family NBC-Blue: Ted Malone NBC-Red: The Guiding Light NBC-Blue: Club Matinee NBC-Red: Backstage Wire NBC-Red: Stella Dallas NBC-Red: Vic and Sade CBS: Smilin' Ed McConnell NBC-Red: Midstream NBC-Red: Girl Alone CBS: It Happened in Hollywood NBC-Blue: Affairs of Anthony NBC-Red: Jack Armstrong CBS Scattergood Balnes NBC-Blue: Tom Mix NBC-Red: Little Orphan Annie CBS: News CBS: Edwin C. Hill (US H. V. Kaltenborn NBC-Blue: Gulden Serenades NBC-Blue: Lowell Thomas CBS: Amos 'n' Andy NBC-Red: Fred Waring's Gang ( US Lum and Abner CBS: Professor Quiz VI US: The Lone Ranger (Its Kato Smith NBC-Red: Cities Sorvicc Concert NBC-Blue Carson Robison's Buckaroos (IIS Johnny Presents NBC-Blue-: Plantation Party \ li< Red: Waltz Time I Bl FIRST NIGHTER i II i< .1 Horace Heldt • US Grand Central Station NBC-Red: Lady Eithor Serenade FRIDAYS HIGHLIGHTS -m Q%/E ■ Lucille Manners sings a solo at the Cities Service piano Tune-In Bulletin for September 29, October 6, 13 and 20! September 29: When you listen to Johnny Presents on CBS tonight, it will be at a new time, half-an-hour later than before — that is, at 9:00. . . . On Mutual, there's a new program at 10:00, called Let's Go Hollywood. Warner Brothers are helping produce it, and their stars will be on it. ... A couple of bond changes — Will Osborne goes into the Chase Hotel, St. Louis, to be heard on CBS, and Leighton Noble goes into the Statler, Boston, broadcasting on Mutual. October 6: Kate Smith's Variety program is back on the air tonight, at 8:00 on CBS, with a rebroadcast to the west, but when Radio Mirror went to press the exact time of the rebroadcast hadn't been set. . . . Just on the Pacific Coast, Death Valley Days is heard tonight at 8:30 on NBC-Red. Easterners will hear the program tomorrow night. October 13: Carson Robison's Buckaroos, those wild western hill-billies, open a new series tonight on NBC-Blue, from 8:30 until 9:00. October 20: Colonel Stoopnagle is master of ceremonies on the new Quixie Doodle 0"i* which starts tonight on NBC at 8:00. ON THE AIR TONIGHT: The Cities Service Concert, on NBC-Red at 8:00, Eastern Standard Time, sponsored by the Cities Service Company. In all the years since it first went on the air on February 18, 1927, the Cities Service Concert has never changed its time — Friday night at 8:00 — its network or its formula. It has always been a pleas- ant hour of good music well performed. It has had two different orchestra leaders, Rosario Bourdon and the present one, Dr. Frank Black; two soprano soloists, Jessica Dragonette and the current Lucille Man- ners; two baritone soloists, Robert Sim- mons and now Ross Graham; and three groups of singers, the Cavaliers, the , Revelers, and the present group, the Cities Service Singers. It has always been dig- nified, shying away from comedy or too- modern music — shying away, too, from all except the most familiar foreign-language songs or operatic arias. Lately, though, it's gone in for somewhat lighter numbers. Dr. Frank Black selects all the music for the show, and selects it well in advance. At all times there are at least four and sometimes five complete programs planned out. And the commercial announcements that Ford Bond reads are written a month in advance too, while their subjects are all mopped out for a full six months ahead. No last-minute rushes to change a page of script on this program. Rehearsals, on the other hand, don't take much time. The Romance of Oil series, which is a ten-minute dramatiza- tion on each program, is rehearsed for about on hour on Friday afternoon, and the musical numbers for about two hours. Soloists and orchestra members know their jobs and their music, so they don't require much brushing-up. Lucille Manners, the singing star, got her job after a long time when she sang on sustaining programs, first on a local station and later on the network. It began to look as if she never would get real recognition, when a Cities Service official happened to hear one of her programs and without even knowing her name called up NBC and said he wanted her for his program. Like all the singers on the pro- gram, Lucille still takes music lessons to keep her performances up to standard. As befits people who have been work- ing together so long, everyone on the pro- gram colls everyone else by his or her first name and chats informally between rehearsol numbers. The dignified Dr. Black is the undisputed boss of the cast — some- one they oil look up to for help. 52 SAY HELLO TO . . . SAM WANAMAKER— who is called "Mr. Nobody from Nowhere" on The Guiding Light, NBC-Red at 3:45, and Dr. Miller on The Road of Life, NBC-Red at 11:45 A.M. and CBS at 1:30 P.M. In real life. Sam is a handsome six-footer who was born in 1919, attended Drake Uni- versity, and had a job on the stage of the Goodman Theater in Chicago before he landed his first radio role in The Story of Mary Marlin in January, 1939. He is single, prefers tall, brunette girls, weighs 180 pounds and has gray eyes and brown hair. His hobby is collecting the scripts of the radio shows in which he has appeared. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR Fate's Bad Boy (Continued from page 31) wanted him to become an inventor. Father was always inventing things himself. There was always something new in the wind, some toy, some con- traption Father was trying out. First it had been automobiles — sputtering, crazy-looking buggies that stood steaming and chugging in front of the house. Then a collapsible picnic set that earned him a couple of million dollars. Dad had not invented anything new for six long years. There had been only travel — restless wandering, hair- brained schemes, speculation. Three months ago he had begun to sicken. And now — it was done — gone with the fading stream of an ambulance siren into the Sunday afternoon. He had literally no one to turn to — this tall, overgrown child of twelve, with a man's experience of the world. There was a fortune waiting for him — his mother's fortune, heritage of a wealthy coal-mining family. But he could not touch it until he was 25. His father's fortune was quite gone. There was nothing but the hotel — now shabby and run-down. Haunted by loneliness and a sense of the past, Orson decided to go there. It burned down — to the ground — a few days before he arrived. I I IS mother's estate had provided a n guardian for him, Dr. Maurice Bernstein, of Chicago. Dr. Bernstein took pity on the sensitive, tempera- mental boy, and sent him to a school for boys out in Woodstock, Illinois. He hated it at first. The strict re- gime, the athletics, the lack of excite- ment, the childish simplicity of the other boys. He was not a part of this new world. He had never kicked a football or held a baseball bat in his hand. He was good in English, and he could spout Shakespeare by the yard — but a playing field held strange terror for him. Oddly enough, though, the athletic instructor never laughed at his awk- wardness. He was a quiet-spoken man named Roger Hill. When Orson made a mistake, he'd speak kindly to him. They soon became good friends. Hill seemed to see in him talents and po- tentialities no one had ever noticed before. "The drama club is doing Julius Caesar this year, Orson," he said one day, as they walked back from the hockey field. "Why don't you try out for a part?" "I've never acted in a play in my life." Orson blushed to the roots of his hair. "I'm too big and clumsy." "That's nothing," Hill encouraged him. "Size never matters to an actor. Besides — the Romans were big men. Try for Caesar — or Mark Anthony." "But they're the leading roles!" Or- son cried. "Of course. But it doesn't do any harm to try, does it?" So Roger Hill kindly, persuasively, talked to the lonely boy. And before the year was out, Orson was the star of "Julius Caesar," playing Cassius and Mark Anthony both, in the same show. Hill encouraged him to work at painting too. On those mad travels with his father all over the world, Orson had dabbled a little at the art — mostly because his dad had said (Continued on page 56) NOVEMBER, 1939 Mzerts aft OJWlfr ?n6 / tfAdne&zaw, We were playing "tell-the-truth" at our Wednesday club meeting. It was Joan's turn and they asked her whose wash line had the worst case of tattle- tale gray in town. The next minute, I wished the floor would open up and swallow me. Joan was pointing straight at me! y/^£m^7— I swore I'd never forgive her— but the very next day Joan dashed over with a peace offering. She said she hated to hurt my feelings, but it was time somebody told me to quit using lazy soaps that don't take all the dirt out of clothes. She said her washes looked messier than mine till she discovered Fels-Naptha Soap— and she gave me some to try. uAam^uia^, 27- Well, the club met at my house a few weeks later— and am I glad I tried Fels-Naptha! 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I ■ Comedian Red Skelton and his "straight woman," Mrs. Red Tune-In Bulletin for September 30, October 7, 14 and 21 ! September 30: Here are the first football games of the season — Notre Dame vs. Purdue, and Indiana vs. Nebraska. Ted Husing describes the first on CBS, Bill Stern on NBC-Blue; while NBC-Red broadcasts the second. . . . Just to round up the day's sports news, Ed Thorgersen, the news reel man, starts a new program on Mutual tonight — every Saturday at 5:45. October 7: Hilda Hope, M.D., is another of those serials about lady doctors — it starts today on NBC-Red at 11:30, and will be heard every Saturday 6t that time from now on. . . . Easterners hear Death Valley Days, beginning tonight, at 9:30. ... Or course there are football games today, but they hadn't been scheduled when Radio Mirror went to press. October 14: County Seat, that friendly serial by Milton Geiger, is on CBS at 8:00 tonight — the last time at that hour. October 21: Welcome two old friends back to your living room tonight. . . . Gang Busters at 8:00, and Wayne King's orchestra at 8:30 . . . both on CBS. ON THE AIR TONIGHT: Avalon Time, on NBC's Red network at 8:30, Eastern Stand- ard Time, 7:30 Central Time, 9:00 Rocky Mountain Time and 8:00 Pacific Coast Time, sponsored by Avalon Cigarettes. Because he's been in every branch of show business except opera (and he's just crazy enough to take a crack at it one of these days too) Red Skelton entertains people who watch him in the studio just as much as he does those who listen to him in their homes. He's a natural-born clown, to begin with, and he got his start as barker with an old-fashioned medicine show, going on from that to alternate black-face and Indian roles in traveling minstrel shows. He graduated from that to being a clown in the Hagenbeck- Wallace circus, then to vaudeville, to burlesque, to musical comedy, to drama, to the movies and finally to radio. Red's comedy foil, pretty Edna Stillwell, is also Mrs. Skelton in private life, and besides appearing with him on the air she helps him to whip his comedy routines into shape every week. Usually each Avalon Time program has three Skelton comedy spots. Two of them are written by Red and Edna, while the third is developed by a team of gag writers, with Red co- operating on the final editing job. Getting Avalon Time ready for the ai is like putting a car together on an as- sembly line. Each section of the broad- cast— the comedy, vocal solos, instru- mental numbers, and announcements — is prepared separately, without paying any attention to any of the other elements. Saturday-afternoon rehearsal is the first chance anybody in the show has to get an over-all look at the program. The sponsor, of course, is a cigarette maker, and Red Skelton doesn't smoke. He does make a concession to the tobacco industry, though. You'll never find him without a big fat brown cigar, poked into one corner of his mobile mouth or twirled between his fingers like a drum-major's baton. It's one of Red's constant props, whether he's eating dinner, shaving him- self, or putting on his broadcast. It's never lighted, though. Avalon Time first went on the air in Cincinnati, a year ago this October i. but it moved some time later to its present stamping-ground in the Chicago NBC studios. Besides Red and Edna, its cast includes Tom, Dick and Harry, the song team; Jeanette Davis, torrid songstress; Bob Strong's orchestra; baritone Curt Massey; "Mile. Levy," played by Martin Hurt; and "Prof." Tommy Mack, comedian. 54 SAY HELLO TO . . . VIRGINIA VASS— the next-to-the-oldest girl in the Vass Family, heard tonight on the National Barn Dance, NBC- Blue at 9:00. She was born on August 20, 1917, and has blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her family call her "Jitchy," and she plays the ukulele and guitar, and never went to college because at college age she was already too busy on the air. The other members of Jitchy's family are brother Frank and sisters Sally, Louisa and Emily — all of them heard on the Barn Dance. Another brother, Leland. is more interested in the technical side of radio, and an- other sister, Harriet, works as a hostess in a tea room. BADIO ANT) TELEVISION MIRHOE Ill 1 p 0 B < a z < H J2 in 8:00 8:00 i:15 8:30 8:45 o C u < 0. 8:00 8:OS 8:05 9:00 9:05 9:05 8:15 8:15 9:1S 9:15 8:25 9:25 8:30 9:30 8:45 i:45 9:00 9:00 10:00 10:00 9:15 9:15 10:15 10:15 9:30 10:30 9:45 10:45 S:O0 3:0C 8:00 10:00 10:00 10:00 11:00 11:00 11:00 8:30 8:30 10:30 10:30 11:30 11:30 9:00 9:00 11:00 11:00 12 00 12:00 9:30 9:30 9:30 11:30 11:30 11:30 12:30 12:30 12:30 10:15 12:15 1:15 10:30 10:30 10:30 12:30 12:30 12:30 1:30 1:30 1:30 11:00 11:00 1:00 1:00 2:00 2:00 11:30 11:30 1:30 1:30 2:30 2:30 12:00 2:00 3:00 12:30 2:30 3:30 1:00 3:00 4:00 1:30 3:30 4:30 2:30 4:30 5:30 2:45 4:45 5:45 3:00 3:00 5:00 5:00 6:00 6:00 3:05 3:05 5:05 5:05 6:05 6:05 3:30 3:30 3:30 5:30 5:30 5:30 6:30 6:30 6:30 4:00 4:00 4:00 6:00 6:00 6:00 1:00 7:00 7:00 4:30 6:30 6:30 7:30 7:30 8:30 5:00 7:00 7:00 8:00 8:00 5:30 5:30 9:00 7:30 7:30 7:30 8:30 8:30 8:30 9:00 8:00 8:00 8:00 8:00 9:00 9:00 9:00 8:30 9:30 6:45 8:45 9:45 7:00 9:00 10:00 Eastern Standard Time NBC-Blue: Cloutier's Orch. 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Check Shade of Powder Desired: B Peach (1 MRht Rachel □ Flesh Rachel J Dark Rachel Tan Nome- HIT CI' I - Cllv painting was "more respectable than playing the violin." He could draw a likeness with a few strokes of the pencil. Hill got his guardian to send him to Boris Anisfeld, a well-known painter in Chicago. Anisfeld too saw an uncanny quality in the boy. For long summer vacations Orson spent his days in Anisfeld's studio, learning brush techniques, daubing away at canvas. He did well. He was just sixteen when he grad- uated from Todd School with a high school diploma. Roger Hill and Dr. Bernstein wanted him to go to Har- vard. But a crew hair-cut and a Phi Beta Kappa key strung across his vest didn't appeal to Orson. Spring was in the air, and the Rose of Sharon trees were in bloom in the Woodstock gar- dens. At sixteen he was more than six feet tall, and his body was as broad and big as a man's. His spirit took wings. After graduation, he took the train to Chicago, and went to call on Dr. Bernstein. "I'd like to go to Scotland for the summer, and paint," he said. "Scotland?" The doctor was taken aback. He didn't particularly approve. But he remembered that he had been young once. There were a few dollars to spare from Mrs. Welles' estate. He told Orson he could have them for a summer vacation — and no more. ORSON thanked him with a whim- sical gleam in his eyes. In three days he was on a boat bound for Liverpool, with an easel and a bat- tered box of paint brushes under his arm. He never reached Liverpool on that voyage. To this day he cannot quite re- member how it happened. Perhaps it was the sight of the sea again — the sea he had not seen for more than four years — and the feel of a ship's engines throbbing beneath him, when he lay in his berth at night. Perhaps it was the stars, so much bigger and brighter on the ocean than they are over the land, that made him dizzy and confused and a little mad. At any rate, when the ship stopped one twi- light at Galway, Ireland, he got off — bag and baggage. The city Orson found at sunset was like something out of Southern Spain. It was a painter's paradise. By next morning he had fallen in love with Galway head over heels. Scotland was forgotten. He would paint this beautiful city, this country- side, every Spanish arch and som- brero, and sober Gaelic face. There was exactly twenty dollars in his wallet. He went off to the market- place and bought himself a donkey and a donkey-cart. The donkey's name was Sheeogh. She had a gray hide, dainty little hooves, long eyelashes, and the tem- perament of a prima donna. Orson bought her a bale of hay and gave her a good long swig at the municipal water trough. Then, with a jingle of her harness bells, they were off — for a life of adventure. They traveled north toward Conne- mara, jogging along the dusty little roads of Western Ireland. And Orson painted as they went. Sometimes it was a lake, set like a blue jewel in the heart of soft green hills. Some- times it was the lovely face of an Irish girl who waved to them from her potato patch. Or the portrait of some 56 Seamis or Patrick who took the pic- ture in return for a meal or a place where the painter could lay his head. He became wild looking and shaggy. His beard grew and his face turned brown with the sun. But Ireland entered deeper and deeper into his blood. And when the summer was over, and it grew too cold to sleep under his donkey cart and wander the roads, he came back to Galway and sold Sheeogh — not without heart- ache, for they had become fast friends in spite of her temperament. He booked passage on a barge and sailed north up the Shannon River. He was a vagabond, and he loved it. But in the natural course of events, a boy with a temperament like Orson Welles could not be a vagabond for- ever. By the end of his second spring in Ireland, he began to feel a new kind of restlessness — that desire to fulfill himself in the world. What did he want to do with his life? Painting? That had been fun, but he was not really a great painter. Music? Once he had loved to play the violin, but he had not touched the in- strument for many years. Writing — perhaps. He did not really know. He decided to go away — far off, by himself — and find out. Perhaps in some wild and lonely spot it would come to him. He had heard that the Aran Islands were the wildest spot in Europe — gray reefs of stone, where the ocean licked hungrily in great fans of angry foam. He set out for the smallest one. There was nothing but a few lonely cottages on the island, and gaunt cliffs where the sea birds built their nests. He plodded over broken rocks and coarse grass, with his easel under his arm, and knocked on a cottage door. And once again, he asked for board and lodging, in return for por- traits of the family. All summer long, he painted and tramped around the island, trying to make up his mind. College. Perhaps he should go back to college, and be a diplomat. Perhaps he should go to Vienna, and study music. Every week he toyed with a different notion. When September and October came, he still had not made up his mind. YE'D better be getting back to the mainland where it's decent and warm," the men of Aran told him. "The islands ain't no place for sober folk, when winter comes." Still undecided, he took their ad- vice. And one late October day, when the sea was less boiling than usual, he set out for Ireland, in one of their frail boats. When he reached the mainland, he went to Dublin. It was the big city, and the only one where he might find temporary work, now that winter was coming on. For the first time in his life, he felt a kind of gnawing sense of terror. For a year and a half he had lived on the kindness of the country people. But who in a city like Dublin would buy his paintings? Or give him even a crust of bread for them? He had not heard from his guardian or written him for more than a year. He was too proud to write to him now. In his pocket were five shillings — a little less than one dollar and twenty-five cents. Another boy in such a situation might have been in the depths of de- spair. But not Orson. For some reason or other, he felt strangely light- RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR \ hearted. Hunger, perhaps. Or maybe that sense of fate, which was very near him now. At any rate, he did not try to find a place to sleep, or even a place to eat. He ambled along, ad- miring the sights, feeling the pleasant flick of the snow on his face, remem- bering Christmases back home. Suddenly he stopped short before a gaudy poster, pasted outside a thea- ter. A name, familiar, beloved, leaped out at him like an old friend. Shakes- peare. It was an advertisement of a repertory company — and it read that Shakespeare's ''Macbeth" was to be played that night. Without a mo- ment's hesitation or thought, Orson made his decision. No meal. No place to sleep that night. He walked into the theater, and laid down his five shillings. "One ticket," he said, "for Macbeth." He did not know that on that simple decision lay his life's career. It was not a very big theater, the Gate. Nor were there many people in the audience that wintry night. But the actors knew their business, and Orson sat enthralled from the begin- ning to the end. He forgot his hunger, the cold, the fact that he was alone in a strange city. At the end of the play, the man sit- ting beside him plucked him by the sleeve. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Orson turned, startled. For a mo- ment he did not place that face. Then it came back to him. A young man he had met on the road. A poet. They had passed a pleasant day together, talking about Yeats and Synge and Lady Gregory. He smiled. I REMEMBER— two miles out of I Connemara. We met on the road." "That's right. What are you doing in Dublin?" Orson hesitated. If he told this young man that he was broke, the young man would feel compelled to take him in. He did not want to em- barrass him. Casually he said: — "Oh — just spending the winter. Good play, wasn't it?" "Awfully." The young man was friendly. "I come here regularly. They're a splendid cast. I know the director. Like to meet him?" "Yes." It would be warm backstage, and perhaps there would be food, something to drink He followed the young man eagerly down the aisle, into the orchestra pit and through the napping curtain up beneath the apron of the stage. Actors and stage-hands were running about. He could smell the creamy odor of the grease-paint, the musty .odor of old costumes. The place thrilled him. They rounded a curtain and entered a dingy little office, scattered with posters and costumes. He found him- self shaking hands with a tall, friendly man. "This is a friend of mine — an Ameri- can, from New York," he heard him- self being introduced by the poet of Connemara. But he was not really listening. Someone was shaking a thunder screen in the distance. There was the smell of fire in the air — and steam — the Hellfire of Macbeth. It did something to him. His head felt light and giddy. "My name is Welles," he said slowly, as though in a dream. "George Orson Welles. I'm an actor — with the Theater Guild in New York." The sentence, dream-like or not, NOVEMBER, 1939 "Why would any mother want to make a little girl cry!" Grannie shows Millie a modern way to raise her child 1. GRANNIE: Land's sake. Millie, haven't you gone far enough? A body would think you had a grudge against the child. MILLIE: But Grannie, I'm doing it only for her own good. 2. GRANNIE: My stars! 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Un bottle— i Italian Balm Over 90 Million Bottles Sold fell like a bombshell into the Gate director's brain. "The Theater Guild!" His voice was suddenly respectful, almost hushed. "In New York. But Mr. Welles— this is indeed an honor. A real honor. I am afraid our poor production tonight . . ." He bowed, apologizing, almost stammering with awe of a man from the Theater Guild in New York. It was too late to deny that foolish lie. Before he knew what he had done, Orson was promising to consider a few guest appearances with the com- pany before his return to America. The only acting experience he had ever had were those school-boy roles at Woodstock, Illinois, in "Julius Caesar." It is all a little incredible, no doubt, to those who do not know Orson Welles. To those who know him, it is perfectly understandable that in a day and a half of study and practice before the mirror in his Connemara friend's room, he should learn the part of the Archduke in Feuchtwanger's "Jew Suss." It is also understandable that at seventeen he should play the role of a middle-aged man, a bearded man, tall, broad-shouldered, majestic, with a deep resonant voice. Orson Welles still looks like a boy in his pictures. But on the stage he can look like an old man and on the air he can sound like a sage of eighty-five. His voice, at seventeen, was as basso profundo as it is now. He was bearded, tanned, weathered from his wanderings. T.WO nights after his arrival in Dub- lin, he walked out on the Gate The- ater stage, dressed in the regalia of the Archduke. The house was packed with people. Hundreds had come to see the American star from the Thea- ter Guild in New York. When he walked out before those footlights, he knew that every eye in the audience was upon him — watching to see the qualities which had made him famous. He was trembling inside. But there was something about the glare of those footlights he could not deny — something wild and proud and joyful that shot up within him, as he looked out for a breath over that dark sea of silent faces. He knew it for the first time — the thrill a man feels only once in his life — the thrill that comes when a man knows he has found the thing he has been seeking. He had not known it until this very moment, but he knew it now for sure. Come what may, he was going to be an actor. But between the decision to be an actor, and its accomplishment, there were to be many adventures, many black and lonely and thwarted inter- vals— as well as some times which for sheer melodrama rivalled anything ever put on a stage. Follow the com- pletely incredible story of Orson Welles in next month's issue of Radio Mirror. NEXT MONTH You'll meet Judy Garland — first, in a beautiful cover portrait — and then in an intimate story about her — in the December issue 58 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR ■ Meet the Dixons — Bar bara Weeks and Richard Wid mark play the happy couple WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? BARBARA WEEKS, formerly starred as "Her Honor Nancy James," and Richard Widmark, young actor from Chicago, form the attractive duo which heads the cast of the new day- time dramatic series, Meet the Dix- ons, heard over CBS Mondays through Fridays at 9:15 a.m. Blonde and talented Miss Weeks was born in Binghamton, New York, and studied at the American Academy of Dramatic Art. She made her radio debut as a vocalist on a Portland, Maine, station; later toured with stock companies and appeared with Leo Carillo in a Broadway revival of "Lombardi Limited." Barbara's fa- vorite pastime is visiting the city's night courts. She's five feet four, gray- green eyes and weighs 116 pounds. Richard Widmark, cast as Wesley Dixon, a young reporter, was born in Evanston, Illinois, on December 26, 1914. He graduated from Lake For- rest College in 1936 after which he did some work in stock until his arrival in New York last June. Since then he's worked on the Aunt Jenny show, Gang Busters, Americans at Work and the new Ellery Queen series. * * * Miss G. R. Stauffer, Harrisburg, Pa. — Ralph Blane, handsome NBC tenor, was born in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, on July 25, 1914. His middle name is Urriah, and he's not awfully keen about it! Ralph graduated from Northwestern University and has ap- peared in a number of Broadway mu- sical comedies. Made his network debut in a variety show called "Air- breaks." He's about five feet ten tall, weighs 150 pounds, has brown hair and eyes, and to date, doesn't have a missus. NOVEMBER, 1939 Miss Marietta Muhs, New Orleans, La. — You're quite correct, and should collect that bet from your friend. Orson Welles was married to Miss Virginia Nicolson, Chicago society girl, on Christmas Day, 1934, and they have a one-year-old daughter, Chris- topher. Mr. Welles is six feet two. And if you'd like to know some more about him begin our feature story, "Fate's Bad Boy," in this issue. Mrs. M. R. Gavin, Scranton, Pa. — Be- low is the cast of Life Can Be Beau- tiful: Chichi Alice Reinhart Stephen John Holbrook Papa Soloman Ralph Locke Toby Nelson Carl Eastman Gypsy Mendosa Paul Stewart Mrs. Wadsworth Adelaide Klein Barry Richard Kollmar FAN CLUB SECTION Miss Aileen Dowd: To join the Lombardo League, we suggest that you write to Miss Christyne Hvaas, 7320 25th Avenue, Kenosha, Wisconsin. If you're an admirer of Lanny Ross and would like to become a member of the Lanny Ross Stamp and Friend- ship Club, write to Mr. Chaw Mank, Staunton, Illinois. Miss Beverly Baker, U. S. Veterans' Hospital, Gulfport, Mississippi, would like to join a Benny Goodman Fan Club located in her native state. 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"Well, sweetheart, I — ah — Iah — Mama done tol' me nevah to git married on a odd yeah." Madam Queen stepped backwards again. She opened her mouth. But no sound came forth. Andy gauged his distance from the door, and stumbled desperately on. "To tell yo' de truth, honey, dat's all dere is to it. I jest can't git mar- ried tomorrow. But — but I sure wishes you a mighty happy New Year, an' . . ." They say that Madam Queen's shriek was heard ten blocks north and south of the Kingfish's fiat. It was a shriek that froze the gay group at the party into so many statues. It was a shriek that started a lot of things happening. It brought Madam Queen's sister to her side, sent Brother Craw- ford skittering behind an over- stuffed chair, 'spilled a full glass of punch out of Amos' hand and over Ruby's dress, and shot Andy out of the room, down the stairs and into the street as if he'd been fired out of a gun. Even as he ran Madam Queen's second shriek burst from the front windows of the flat and pursued Andy down the street, into the dark hall- way of his rooming house. He rushed upstairs to his little room and sat down limply on the iron bed. "Oh — oh. Now I done it. Now I done it." Andy buried his face in his hands. His whole body began to tremble at the thought of Madam Queen's ven- geance. IT was one o'clock when Amos knocked at Andy's door. Andy made a move to dive under the bed, thought better of it, and pulled at the various articles of furniture he had piled against the entrance until Amos could squeeze in. For several minutes Amos stared silently at his stricken friend. Then he said: "Andy, of all de dumb tricks dat I ever saw anybody in my life do, you just done it. 'Stead of Happy New Year you hit Madam Queen wid a pile driver. What's a matteh wid you, Andy?" Andy looked up with glazed eyes. "I was jes' wrong. Ev'body blowin' horns, bells ringin', she was laughin'. I done thought she could take it bet- ter den — on de stroke o' midnight — but I was wrong." "Wrong!" Amos burst out. "You couldn't a been no wronger. You run away, an' den Madam Queen she screamed an hollered an' den she fainted. Den she had a catnip fit, an' jes' fainted right away again. We put acrobatic spirits of ammonia un- der her nose — dat didn' he'p, so we get a doctor. An' den Brother Crawford an' his wife carried her home." Andy shuddered and buried his face in his hands again. "Whut could I a done, Amos?" Amos stiffened. "Lissen, Andy, dere is some things you kin do an' some things you can't do, and dat's one of de things you can't, is tell a gal you goin' to marry her and den don't marry her." For two days Andy refused to leave his room. Amos became a despatch runner from the outside world. None of the despatches was reassuring, either. Madam Queen was sick in bed with a high fever and "doublin' up o' de heart beats." Everybody else in Harlem was furious at Andy, and even Amos' sympathy was gradually wear- ing thin. On the third day he pulled his dejected friend off the bed and forced him to go downtown to the Fresh Air Taxi Company's office. Andy entered cautiously and picked up his mail. Then, leaning back lei- surely in his office chair, he tried to regain some of his lost complacency. The attempt was a hollow failure. Every letter he read shattered it all the more. A Mr. Gaines wanted $37.50 for a month's rent on the apart- ment Madame Queen had selected; a refrigerator company demanded a payment of $15 for the machine Madam Queen had purchased on ap- proval. And there was a telegram that made Andy groan with dismay. It was from Sadie Blake, whom Andy had also been courting, but not so strenuously as Madam Queen. "Have just heard the good news," it read. "Always knew you loved me. Am so happy I could cry." Amos was almost tearful when he read it. "Yo' sure buys trouble in carload lots, Andy," he said. "I hopes to goodness you got sense enough to keep outa Sadie Blake's way until dis blows oveh." But Andy was already goggling at another letter. Amos looked over his shoulder. "From Smith & Smith," he said. "Who's dey?" "Dey's lawyers," Andy said gloom- ily. "Listen to dis. 'Dear Sir: A matter o' great i — im-portance has just been placed in ouah hands. Please git in touch wid us as quickly as pos- sible or have yo' lawyer do so. See us no lateh dan January tenth. Signed, M. Smith o' Smith & Smith.' . . . Amos," he said fatefully, dat's about Madam Queen." "Awa — awa!" was all Amos could think of to say. (~^)N a certain sunny morning several ^■s days later, after Andy had re- ceived no less than three demands for his presence from Smith & Smith, Amos succeeded in hauling his reluc- tant friend up a flight of rickety stairs to the office of M. Smith. Andy would have preferred a den of lions. He found himself tepidly shaking hands with a smooth, rotund little man with a huge carnation in his buttonhole, who made the mistake of smiling coldly at Andy. Andy immediately took heart and smiled back. "Lawyeh Smith," he said impor- tantly, "I think I goin' to send Madam Queen some flowers — Ouch!" Amos had kicked him briskly in the left shin. A slight frown flickered across Mr. Smith's cherubic countenance. "I don't think flowers from you would RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR help Madam Queen, Mr. Brown. I suppose you realize that your action has caused Madam Queen grave ill- ness and untold agony, and has wrecked her complete life." M. Smith paused impressively. Andy made a move as if to start for the door, but Amos laid a restraining hand on his knee. The lawyer raised a forefinger, cocked it like a revolver, and aimed it at Andy. "Brown, the law fortunately pro- tects that little girl from action such as men like you take, and as her at- torney we intend to take such legal steps that will, in some way, pay her for the grief, sadness, illness and un- happiness she is now going through and will continue to go through for some time ... I advise you to have your lawyer git in touch with us im- mediately. Gentlemen, good day." It was a trembling Andy and a thoughtful Amos that walked silently back to the office. There they found the Kingfish. He'd forgiven Andy for ruining his party, and he listened sympathetically to the tale of their encounter with Lawyer Smith. "Boys," he said at last, "somebody once tol' me o' de bigges' lawyer in Harlem, a man whut kin git anything an' never lost a case. Dat's de man you need." Amos and Andy both twitched with hope and pleasure. For the first time, the ominous spectre of M. Smith lost some of its grim terror. There was something magical about those words, "never lost a case." "Who is he, Kingfish?" asked Amos. "Fo' de moment," the Kingfish said thoughtfully, "I jes' fergit. Name's on de tip o' my tongue. Jes' you wait a minute. I'll call de Battle Axe." HE picked up the telephone. "Dis de Kingfish, honey. Lissen, dear, whut's de name o' dat big-time law- yer Pop Johnson tol' us about, de man whut neveh lost a case? . . . Whut? . . . Oh — uh huh, 'membeh now. Dat's right. Thanks, honey." He hung up and for a moment seemed lost in thought. "Well, whut's his name?" Amos de- manded impatiently. "Uh — his name's M. Smith," the Kingfish said glumly. But it was the Kingfish himself who eventually found Andy a lawyer. This individual, whose name was Snoop, was a loose-limbed and lanky person with brass rimmed spectacles and a huge official looking volume clutched under one arm. Andy, spelling out its title, was vastly impressed to find that it was "S-t-a-n-d-a-r-d D-i-c- t-i-o-n-a-r-y." Lawyer Snoop's pock- ets were jammed with pencils and battered* fountain pens and bits of memorandum paper— all giving an impression of vast unfinished projects in which he was embroiled. Even Amos seemed awed. "Gemmen," announced Lawyer Snoop, "I also runs a detective agency which will be a great he'p to you in dis case. Dat's why my name is Snoop. When anybody thinks of a detective, they think of snoop, don't dey?" "Dat is smart," murmured Andy in admiration. Lawyer Snoop looked pleased. "Gemmen, I intends to git to work at once. I shall repo't here fo' further discussion in de mornin'. Good day." Amos and Andy felt better after Lawyer Snoop's encouraging visit. But their good spirits were short- lived. Only an hour later a dapper NOVEMBER, 1939 Revive your skins Glamour while you Sleep ! Leave on a film of this invigorating cream overnight, to help keep skin active; overcome unlovely dryness. 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Mnildnn.Conn.ORog. U.S. Pot. Oil. In Conodo, Th« T. Eaton Co., ltd. he's "high-hat," which seems to lump them all together. But whether or not that's true depends on the way you look at things. Artie's on a spot. He's a success in the wrong profession — and that's the reason he's unhappy and out of place today. I want to tell you what kind of a fellow he is, and then maybe you can understand him better. In the first place, I've never known another orchestra leader as intelligent as Artie Shaw. He's read a great deal and he can discuss with imagination and clarity everything he's read. He can write, and write well. He loves fine things, books, painting, good music. He has a warm, human ap- proach toward all the creative things that have touched him in the hard, bitter life he has lived. Which is say- ing a great deal, because most peo- ple, forced to struggle like Artie struggled for his learning, would have lost this warm, human feeling. BUT in spite of this, Artie doesn't carry any of that feeling into his dealings with people. He is, to most people in the business, a driving, re- lentless man. A man who has one goal — success — and will push aside anything that gets in the way of the goal. Artie Shaw doesn't like a great many people. He doesn't like crowds, he doesn't like noise, he doesn't like being a band leader. And don't let anyone ever tell you differently. What he does like is the fame, and the money it brings him. Now, maybe that sounds incon- gruous. But what Artie should have been is a success in some branch of art where the reward is fame and money but not too much public atten- tion. Nobody knows this better than Artie, but unfortunately, he happens to be best at making music. I say un- fortunately, because eventually it is going to bring him nothing but more heartache and grief. During the four months he was driving from obscurity to the top I never knew a more miser- able, mixed-up, unhappy person than Artie Shaw. When people came into the Blue Room of the Hotel Lincoln, it was part of Artie's job to be nice to them. It wasn't so bad at first, but after a while it got on his nerves. He couldn't sit down at a table like Benny Good- man and say nothing, and he isn't the 66 sort of man who is good at making small talk. As a result, he was soon refusing to greet people at all — or else he was just plain unfriendly toward them. He was similarly tactless towards newspaper people, too. I remember the time a certain newspaper girl came to see Shaw all the way from Pittsburgh. Artie was sick and over worked. Instead of explaining this, which would have been an easy way out, Artie was bored and restless dur- ing the interview, and the girl went away angry. I took him to task about it at the time. "You ought to have been nicer to her," I told him. "I know it," he said miserably. "I know it, but I feel so lousy and fed up, it doesn't seem to matter. I feel terrible." And after that he wouldn't say anything more — just sat there, sulkily, wearily. So the high-hat talk started. Matters weren't helped any by the way Artie often treated his musicians in public. If they played anything he didn't like, he'd light into them right on the stand, yelling and screaming at them. It was just nerves, of course — but the word got out that Artie was not only high-hat but a slave driver as well. I knew, and his friends knew, but his critics didn't, that Artie never asked his men to do anything he wouldn't do himself. He worked them very hard, drove them, in fact, but not one of them ever kicked because they all liked and understood Artie so well. They still like him and under- stand him and respect him. ON the radio program he got along with Benchley fine, but he didn't hit it off with those who put the show together. When they'd try to get him on the telephone he'd never be there. His manager, Ben Cole, would have to attend to all the details. When they'd want a number cut, Artie would say crisply, "I can't cut." For twenty weeks he never bothered to make a new arrangement of a piece of music, which is suicide in radio. He got away with it just on the sheer brilliance of his own playing and his repetitions of the numbers which made him famous — "Back Bay Shuf- fle," "Non-Stop Flight," "Chant," and "Comin' On" — all numbers he had written himself. KADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR In Hollywood, he got himself a big car and a chauffeur with a clarinet embroidered on his lapel for an in- signia. He rented a tremendous house with a huge swimming pool. His musicians followed suit, and rented themselves similar mansions — so Artie went them one better. He moved out of the huge house he had rented and bought an even bigger one. Then he bought up lots on either side of the house so that he wouldn't have to be bothered by neighbors. Artie did everything he had prob- ably wanted to do when he went to Hollywood the first time. Then, he was a poor, nineteen-year-old kid who saw himself surrounded by glit- ter and glamour that he couldn't mimic for himself, Now, that dream was coming true, and Artie made Hollywood sit up and take notice. It's hard to sympathize with him, I'll admit, if you don't know him. But the fact remains that Artie Shaw, for all his fame and money, is a bitterly unhappy guy. He called the shot on himself a long time before he went to Hollywood. "I'll never be happy with show and money and all that stuff," he had said. "What I ought to do is make my pile and get out." Well, you may wonder, why not? What Artie was forgetting about himself when he said that is that fame itself is almost as necessary to him as money. Necessary, but unsatis- fying. It's unsatisfying because Artie is basically modest and fearful of the spotlight. It's necessary because there is something in him, driving him on, simply to prove to himself that he is capable of reaching the top. AND because he's stuck, he does the ** things he does — unhappily, bitter- ly. Actually, it was Benny Goodman who summed up what would happen to Artie, summed it up in that easy- going way of his. It was about eight months ago, just after Shaw was proclaimed King of Swing. He went to visit Benny in the latter's dressing room in the Para- mount Theater. Goodman grinned at Artie when he came through the door. "Hello," Benny said. "I hear you're the new King of Swing." Artie shook hands with Benny and shrugged his shoulders. "Well," Benny smiled, "I guess it's okay with me. You know, as they say, 'as long as you're healthy.' " You know how healthy Artie Shaw was in Hollywood. The pace of the show, the success, the hullabaloo, was too much for him. But he pulled through. 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Naturally, she lived not in the real world around her, but in a world of her own, peopled with knights and ladies and queens and kings and magicians. The one class that inter- ested her in school was English, and she wrote her first stories then. BUT she never had any real faith in her ability to write — not even when she left high school and went to college. College was even more dif- ficult for her than high school had been. She lived at home and com- muted to Northwestern University, where she failed completely to enter into the usual gay, social under- graduate life. She felt bitterly lonely and neglected. All around her girls were joining sororities, going out with boys, chattering together about the 68 Expert on Happiness (Continued from page 40) tremendous trivialities of campus society. Somehow, she was an out- sider. A FTER one year at Northwestern she '* handed her family an ultimatum. Either she was going away to col- lege— or she wouldn't go to college at all. Obscurely, she felt that a change of scene would help her to throw off her burden of shyness. The strange thing is that she was right. Her family reluctantly permitted her to go to the University of Illinois at Champagne, and there she blossomed out — joined a sorority, studied drama- tics and speech, gained self-confi- dence, eventually was elected presi- dent of her sorority chapter and de- cided to be a teacher of speech. A teacher she became, and a teacher she might be to this day, if she hadn't visited the radio station and, further, if she hadn't had an argument with a boy friend. It was after two years of teaching that Irna, spending her summer vaca- tion in Chicago, made the memorable trip to the radio studio. She only went because she liked one of its stars, Pat Barnes, and thought she might be lucky enough to meet him. But, get- ting off the elevator, she was sepa- rated from her party and shunted into a room where they were holding au- ditions. Amused, Irna sat by and watched until someone thrust a script into her hand and ordered her to read it into a microphone. She obeyed — and she must have done very well indeed, because a week later the sta- tion called up and offered her a job on the air. There were no daily serials back in 1929, but the brief dramatic sketches and poetry-readings that filled in be- tween musical shows offered employ- ment for a few well-trained talkers. Throughout the summer Irna worked now and then on the air, without ever thinking of making that work a career. It was just a way to pass the time until she could get back to Day- ton, Ohio, where she was teaching. But there was a boy in Dayton — a boy of whom Irna was perhaps fonder than she'd admit. That fall, alter her return from Chicago, they quarreled — and at Christmas * Irna quit her teaching job and went back to Chicago and radio. I CVEN then, she wasn't a writer. All *- she did was read things other peo- ple had written, over the air. Until a few days before Memorial Day. Then the manager of the station asked her to turn out something suitable to the occasion. They didn't take themselves very seriously, back in those early days of radio — if a script was needed, the handiest person around the studio was quite likely to be asked to write it. Irna, after protesting that she knew nothing about writing and still less about writing for the air, gave in and did the best she could — which was RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR so extremely good that the station manager told her she'd better give up acting and concentrate on writing. Between them, they concocted the idea of a serial: one not like Amos 'n' Andy, who were on the air even then, but a more serious and realistic sort of story — the day-by-day adventures of an ordinary American family. The family angle must have been Irna's — from her own family of ten brothers and sisters she had more than enough ready-made material. Still shaking her head dubiously over her ability to write an accept- able series of scripts, Irna hired her- self a secretary and began dictating. She's been dictating ever since, with- out a break. Out of that first serial grew Today's Children, which Irna, collaborating with Walter Wicker, started on an- other Chicago station in 1932 and soon was able to build into such a success that it went coast-to-coast, with a sponsor. TODAY Irna Phillips is a poised, • quiet-voiced woman of thirty-sev- en, with large, expressive eyes and a wide mouth with humorously up- curved corners. There are still traces of the shyness that made her girlhood so unhappy; she doesn't particularly enjoy meeting new people. But once you have her for a friend, you'll keep her. The people who work in her serials adore her. She's very much of an idealist. The inspiration that is contained in every one of her stories is intensely real. She herself believes, with Dr. Ruth- ledge of The Guiding Light, that min- isters should show their congregations how to live, not merely tell them. With Karen Adams and Dr. Brent, she thinks that it is a doctor's or nurse's duty to cure the souls of their patients as well as their bodies. The Americanism that is preached in The Guiding Light is Irna Phillips' own Americanism. If you listen regularly to her programs you will find in them almost every day a new guidepost to your own happiness, and many things that you will be the better for think- ing about. "There are only a few things I absolutely never do in my stories," she says. "One is never to tear down or hold up to ridicule any institution that people can find comfort in — the law, medicine, government, the church. I never let a character commit per- jury, because that argues contempt for the law. I like to take many of my characters from the poor and middle classes, because they seem more real and human to me. These are about all the rules I have for writing." All of her characters are as real and human to her as they are to the listeners. Once somebody asked her who played the role of Carol Martin in Road of Life. "Carol Woods," she answered promptly. She was wrong. The name is Leslie Woods — but Irna identifies her actors and actresses with the roles they play to such an extent that she always calls them by the characters' first names, not their own. She likes her actors to look like the people she has created in her mind If the actor looks like the part, she is sure he'll sound like it too. She lives and works in Chicago, keeping strictly regular busines;- hours in her office. She isn't married, and as far as her friends know has never even been in love since that first disastrous experience. Every now and then she and Gertrude pack up and go to New York for a delirious week of theater-going, working in the morning and then feasting on matinee and evening performances. She loves the theater so much she might move to New York, except that Gertrude is married to a man whose business keeps him in Chicago, and she can't do without Gertrude. b^HE doesn't have any fixed schedule of working on the three programs, if she is especially interested in a cer- tain plot-sequence on one of them, she'll work on it exclusively, turning out two or three weeks' scripts in a few days before switching to one of the other shows. Scripts are supposed to be finished three weeks before they're broadcast, but she doesn't pay much attention to this rule. Sponsors and broadcasting officials know she can be trusted to have the scripts there on time, so they don't worry. She never rewrites a script or even looks at it after Gertrude has typed it. Some- times, if Irna is pressed for time, Gertrude takes down the dictated dia- logue direct on the typewriter, with- out bothering to put it into short- hand first. 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After dinner in the evening they would stand end- lessly by the rail, saying little, just being together. And that was how it was the last night out, with words coming but rarely. "Well," Michel said at last, "I guess if we have something on our minds we'd better tell it now. You know, Terry, I've never — In all my life I've never worked." "I guess," and ycu could almost hear Terry's heart hammering under her casual words, "we've both been more or less used to a life of pink cham- pagne. And it might be a little diffi- cult to change." "Just because I haven't worked," he said, "doesn't mean I couldn't. But it might take me six months — to know — " "What are you trying to say?" she asked him. "Say it, Michel, please. Say it so I'll be very sure . . ." His voice was pitched very low. "I'm trying to say that it would take me six months to find out if I'm worthy to say what is in my heart." She never had thought to see him like this, his spirit all vulnerable and exposed. She tried to bring their gaiety back again, but there was a catch in her voice when she said: "Marriage is a very serious thing for a girl like me. Do you like children, Michel?" "In six months we could meet — " he told her. Terry counted on trembling fingers. "July first. At five o'clock, Michel! On top of the Empire State Building, the one hundred and second floor. It's the very nearest thing to heaven we have in New York." "Darling," said Michel. "Dar- ling . . ." /""URIOUS how people will go all their **- their lives believing certain things are indispensable to their happiness — and then realize they don't want those things at all. Michel wasn't in the least concerned about giving up the imported car, the string of ponies, the velvet-lined position in the Clarke industrial monarchy — all the things that would have gone with his mar- riage to Lois. He was sorry, only, at the thought that he must hurt Lois — ■ and immensely relieved when he dis- covered the equanimity with which she accepted the breaking of their en- gagement. With Terry, it was the same. With- out a qualm she resigned her position as buyer for Kenneth Bradley — it put her too greatly in his debt — and found, instead, a job on her own, singing in a supper club. It was part of their pact that neither of them would hear from the other until the six months were up, so she didn't know that Michel was in a cheap little studio with a north light, painting — except when he was on a scaffold, doing another and very dif- ferent kind of painting in order to earn enough money to buy oils and brushes and food. Painting a big sign for beer or sausages wasn't exactly getting ahead in the art world — but it paid the bills. And meanwhile Courbet, the art dealer, was sure he could sell some of Michel's canvases — eventually. So it was March, and April, and May — and June. And July the first, at a quarter to five in the afternoon. "Thirty-fourth and Fifth," Terry told the taxi driver. "And hurry!" For six months she had been waiting for this day and hour, and now she was late because there had been so many last-minute things to do. When a red light halted the cab on the wrong side of Thirty-fourth Street, she couldn't wait. She had to jump out, hurriedly pay the driver, run across the street. She couldn't look where she was going because she was looking up at the one hundred and second floor, where the tower rose to point to heaven. The driver of the oncoming truck saw her and pressed hard on his brakes, but there wasn't time for them to take hold. The whine of the ambulance siren came dimly to Michel where he waited on the one hundred and second floor of the building. To him, it was no more than part of the city's jumbled symphony. THEN the siren wailed away,, and the ■ minutes ticked by. "What time is it?" Michel asked the elevator operator when, for the tenth time, a car came up and Terry wasn't on it. "Ten past five," said the operator. "Going down?" Michel shook his head. With the dusk rain came down, slanting and silvery. Still Michel waited. He turned up his coat collar and he pulled down his hat. But of course he shouldn't have been so sure she'd come ... a life of pink champagne . . . foolish to expect her to give it up. The steeple clocks in the city below tolled the hours. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Midnight. Midnight. Time for the fairy-tale to end. Was this heartbreak — this feeling of numbness all over? This inability to think except in pictures — -pictures of Terry's face at Madeira, on the deck of the Napoli, across the table from him in the dining salon. As the last notes of the clock died away he moved, feeling old and tired. The elevator doors clanged open. "Going down?" asked the operator. "Yes," said Michel, "I am." Only a mile away the doctors were wondering if Terry would ever walk again. A month later they were still won- dering. They rather believed she would not. And until they could tell her, definitely, that she would, Terry refused to let Michel know where she was. Far better to let him think what he must be thinking, than to bring a burden of duty into his life. Beyond the wall at the end of the hospital garden, where Terry sat in her wheel-chair, stood the Lincoln Heights Orphanage. The wall was high, but not nearly high enough to keep the boys and girls on their own side when they heard Terry's ukulele. "Wishing, will make it true," she sang — because once Michel had said almost that very same thing. If you wished long enough, and strong enough . . . The children stood in a half-circle about her and sang with her. And perhaps it wasn't so very strange that the supervisor of the orphanage, who wasn't a bad sort of person even if RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR the children did call him "Picklepuss", should notice the way the youngsters took to her, and eventually offer her a job. IT was late in August when she got ' out of the hospital and went to work in the orphanage — just about the time Michel sailed for Madeira. When he received the cablegram tell- ing him of his grandmother's death he planned to stay on the island only long enough to put the house on the market for whatever it would fetch above the mortgage. But when he reached there his plans changed; he decided to keep the house and stay on and paint. It was lonely without his grandmother. But it wasn't nearly as lonely as New York, where the Em- pire State Building was an ever- present reminder of a girl who had preferred luxury to love. His grandmother must have known her remaining days were few, for he found a package, neatly wrapped and addressed to Terry. In it was the cob- webby lace shawl. The old lady hadn't forgotten her promise to send it to Terry — some day. When Michel at last returned to New York it was December, late De- cember with Christmas and snow- flakes in the air. Old Courbet, the art dealer, was pleased with the pictures Michel brought back. He had worried about Michel more than he had let bim know. For a time he had thought Michel might never come back. And immediately he met him at the pier he had searched his eyes. They were, he decided, a little better. At least, now, they brightened sometimes. "I can read your state of mind when you painted these," Courbet said, looking at the canvases. "You were very sorry for yourself when you did this. But here — ah, here you were angry. Getting over your broken heart, I expect." "Broken heart!" Michel scoffed. "That is not for me!" "Ah, good," the dealer approved. Slyly he returned to a subject they had argued bitterly before Michel's departure. "Perhaps, now, you would be willing to sell that picture of the girl in the shawl you painted last June?" "No," Michel shook his head, but not angrily. "I will not sell it." "I have a customer who wants that picture. With all her heart she wants it. Of course she cannot pay our price. She is poor and besides she cannot walk. But, since you say you never want to see it again . . ." Michel shrugged. "I will not sell it, Courbet. But if this girl likes it — well, why not give it to her?" Christmas Eve came, and Lois Clarke surprised Michel by inviting him to dinner and the theater, as a token of her willingness to let by- gones be bygones. He begged off the dinner, but promised to join her at the theater. He entered the theater after the performance had started, found his way to his seat beside Lois. He tried, all evening, to measure up to her friendly interest, but he failed miser- ably. The final curtain fell. He and Lois started up the aisle together. And then he saw Terry. She was sitting in an aisle seat, with Kenneth Bradley. She looked almost as she had looked the first time he had seen her through the Napoli porthole. Their eyes met. "Hello," said Ter- ry. She sat very still. Michel bowed and then, quickly, he turned to Lois. But he had no heart for the supper club Lois wanted him to go to after the theater. He said good night to her at the door to her car, and wandered down town. He knew now that he had hoped all along there might be some other explanation. But the sight of Terry with Kenneth Bradley at the theater told its own story in letters he could not help but read. She really had preferred — pink champagne. The lure of money, of luxury, had been too much for her. Selfishness had been all that prevented her from meeting him that day. He was unbelievably lonely. 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Mustn't think about anything. Her landlady helped her to a sofa in the living room, surrounded her with fruit, books, writing materials,, a radio, all within easy reach. The doorbell rang. "Come in," she called. It was Michel. "How are you, Ter- ry?" he asked. And she knew she wasn't dreaming. "I'm fine," she said. "You're wondering how I got here, I'll bet," he said. "Well, I was look- ing in the telephone book for a man named McBride and I saw the name Terry McKay. So I said to myself, 'Could that be my old friend?' And then I said to myself, 'I haven't been very nice to Miss McKay. After all, I had an appointment with her one day, and I didn't keep it.' I've often wondered, you know, if you were an- gry with me because I didn't get there. You must have been, just at first. . . ." "Not true! Not true!" she wanted to cry. "You were there. You must have been!" For if he hadn't — if he had thrown away their pact, lightly — ah, then nothing was any use. 72 Instead, she heard herself saying, "I was furious at first. I said to my- self, 'He can't do this to me.' You can imagine — standing up there. . . ." There was a little silence. Then Terry said, and there was wistfulness in her voice, "I wasn't too angry, Michel. You see, I remembered we had said we'd make it if we could. And so — well, if one of us didn't show up there must have been a darn good reason. . . ." "What, for instance?" he was quick to ask. And she knew from his changed tone that he had been there, that now he almost hated her for what she had done to him. She gripped the edge of the robe over her, as if by holding tight to it she could also hold tight to her resolution that hatred was better than pity. "I come here to wring your beauti- ful neck," he blurted at her, "because you weren't there that day. And what do I do? I only rejoice. Because you aren't wearing a wedding ring. Last night at the theater I thought. . . ." "Oh no," said Terry, "he — " But she couldn't finish. It might give Michel too much of a clue. She must keep him thinking she was shallow, light of promise. He picked up a package he had laid on a chair with his hat and coat. "This isn't really a Christmas present," he said. "My grandmother wanted you to have it." Terry knew intuitively what it was. And then she opened it and put the shawl about her shoulders. "I painted you like that," he told her. "From memory, last spring. So I don't imagine it was any good. I didn't think then I would ever part with it. . . ." He was talking rapidly, covering up his emotions with words. And she could only sit there, listen- ing, not trusting herself to speak at all. lest she speak the truth. BUT then there seemed no reason for keeping it," he went on. "A customer of Courbet's wanted it. He told me about her, and — well, I said to myself, 'Why not give it to her?' She was poor, Courbet said, and not only that, she could not walk. . . ." He stopped short. His widened eyes were upon the robe spread over Ter- ry's knees. He stood up, turned to look at all the walls of the room. Then, he ran into her bedroom. On the wall there he found his "Lady with the Shawl." "Terry! Terry! Terry!" He was on his knees beside her. "Why didn't you tell me? And if anything had to happen to either of us, why did it have to be you?" "It was nobody's fault but my own," she said. "I was looking up at the one hundred and second floor. You see, it was the nearest thing to heaven, because you were there. . . ." She stopped, fought against the lump in her throat. "But it's all right. It's all right now, Michel. If you can paint I can walk. I'm sure of it." He took her in his arms, and now all the loneliness was gone. "Merry Christmas, darling," he whispered. "Merry, Merry Christmas." Terry, her face close against his, was silent. What was there more to say? Besides, she was crying. Charles Boyer returns to the air in a new series on Wednesday, October 4, to be heard every week at 8:00 on NBC's Blue network, sponsored by Woodbury's. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR WE CANADIAN LISTENERS By H O R A CE BROW MELODIC STRINGS . . . there is a magic name in Canadian radio. Me- lodic Strings (once known as Sym- phonic Strings) was one of the first programs aired by nationalized radio. It was first broadcast June, 1933, and has been going strong ever since. The show, with its twenty-five musicians, and its dynamic conductor, Alexander Chuhaldin, has been heard on every major American network during one season or another as a CBC inter- national exchange feature. This sum- mer it filled the CBC spot left vacant by Jack Benny's vacation, but it will be moved to its former location be- tween Benny and Charlie McCarthy, 7:30-8:00 p.m., EST, with the change from summer time. Competent musi- cal critics have labelled Melodic Strings the finest musical sustaining feature on the North American con- tinent, apart from the symphonies. ALEXANDER CHUHALDIN ... the success-story of Melodic Strings is an obbligato played by Alexander Chuhaldin, great and temperamental maestro, known affectionately to his devoted musicians as "Choo-Choo". The show was his brain-child; he has nurtured it throughout the years with specially-arranged, exciting, stimu- lating music of the masters. You see, Chuhaldin had the practically novel idea that the classicists were pretty radical gents in their own day, and ■ Alexander Chuhaldin, Melodic Strings' maestro. that they wrote music that was worth listening to because it was enjoyable music. He also had a funny notion that good music was being written today, and that a conductor might even increase his stature by giving the listening public something new. An example of this was his world premiere of "The Young Apollo" broadcast on his August 27th pro- gram. This work was written es- pecially for Chuhaldin by the bril- liant young English composer, Ben- jamin Britten. Critics have hailed it triumphantly as a work of great im- portance. Alex Chuhaldin is a product of all that was best in Czarist Russia. His father was a violinist-conductor. At the age of ten, in a little town on the Black Sea, Alex wrote music. At eleven he was writing arrangements for a seventy-five piece orchestra. At sixteen he was the proud author of over a hundred waltzes and as many more marches. At eighteen he had been selected for a scholarship at the Imperial Conservatory at Moscow. At twenty he was a concert-master. After serving his military term, he competed for that Czarist prize of all musical prizes, a chair in the Imperial Grand Opera Orchestra. He fainted when, in the name of His Imperial Majesty, he was chosen a successful contestant. At twenty-seven he was concert-master of the Imperial Grand Opera. Gassed six times in the World War, he returned to Revolutionary Russia a captain. In 1924 he began a world concert tour. In Australia his very charming accompanist became Madame Chu- haldin. Today Madame Chuhaldin still fills his musical life, as well as his domestic scene; she plays the piano in Melodic Strings, the only woman member of the organization. If you have been so unfortunate as not to have heard Melodic Strings, as yet, tune to CBC Sunday nights at 7:30 p.m., EST. You'll enjoy a half- hour of musical sophistication, as painted for your ears by the wizardry of Chuhaldin's baton. NOVEMBER, 1939 73 TIME FOR A SffOtVDOlVflf! i . f^^^^ "Colgate's special pen- m etrating foam gets into *v «r hidden crevices be- tween your teeth . . . helps your toothbrush clean out decaying food particles and stop the stagnant saliva odors that cause much bad breath. 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"One enlightened million- aire like Paige can't do a great deal. "I think it's a very great deal you've done," Mary assured him. "I'm proud of you — and of Sandra and Ken." "Well, but I need your help," he went on to explain. "Ken is all set on having the tenants work out their own improvements, decide for themselves how they want the money spent. He's made me call a meeting for tonight in the old theater, where he can talk to all the tenants himself. But, Mary, the way those tenants feel about him right now — still remembering the fire, and all! — that's just plain suicide. They'll tear him to bits, because they don t believe he's on the level, and I 74 Backstage Wife {Continued from page 39) can't convince them he is. So I was thinking, would you come down and sort of introduce him? Everybody in the neighborhood knows you, and likes you. Maybe between the two of us we could get them in a mood to lis- ten to him." "Why, of course — " Mary began. Then she remembered. "Oh, but not tonight. Tonight's our opening. Couldn't you put it off until tomor- row?" "Not on your life. After I've sent the news out it will be tonight? They'd think Paige was yellow sure, and never would believe him." Mary thought fast. She had never missed one of Larry's openings. But everything was ready. The only thing she could do after the curtain went up was to sit in Larry's dressing room, as she had always done before — just to be there, because he wanted her there. But would he want her there tonight? She knew she couldn't go through the ordeal of sitting there, waiting — perhaps in Catherine's com- pany. "All right," she said to Gerald "I'll be there. At eight-thirty." She looked up from the telephone to see Catherine standing in the door- way, chic, smiling. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your date-making, Mary," she said with silky signifi- cance. Mary felt the hot blood rise in her cheeks, bit her lips to keep the hasty words of explanation back. But Larry was following Catherine into the office, and in a voice that; struggled to retain pride and dignity, Mary said: "That was Gerald O'Brien. There's to be a meeting tonight of all the ten- ants in Medley Square. I've promised to be there and talk to them. They're in a bad mood, too violent to listen to Ken Paige — " "And we mustn't let anything hap- pen to him." Catherine's tone gave such brazen meaning to her words that Mary looked quickly at Larry. And, incredibly, the words affected Larry as Catherine intended them to. His eyes accused Mary as he asked, "So the safety of Paige is more im- portant than the play?" "Larry, that's not fair!" Mary cried out. "You know how much I want the play to succeed — " (~\F course he does," Catherine in- ^^ terrupted with her maddening tone of placation. "He's just being silly and temperamental." Somehow, she managed to imply that she under- stood Larry and Mary did not. "Run along, Mary. We'll be all right." Her eyes stayed on Larry's sombre face. But he did not look up, and there was nothing to do but leave the office, leave the theater. Leave, she thought, a piece of her heart there, where no one wanted it. It would have been a hard evening without the sick faintness which as- sailed Mary whenever she let her va- grant thoughts slip back to the thea- ter uptown where Larry was going RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR through his opening night with Catherine waiting in the wings, wait- ing in his dressing room to natter him before and after every entrance and exit. Listening to the ominous rising sound of the tenants crowding into the little theater, Mary wondered if this was what the doctor had meant when he had warned her to "avoid nerve strain" if she wanted a healthy child. You couldn't call this a quiet evening. The tenants out there were in a mood for expressing their long- felt bitterness. They might do any- thing tonight. Yet consciousness of danger came to her very dimly. She wanted to laugh when Ken Paige slipped through the dusty old dis- carded scenery to her side and put a hand under her elbow. "You're not well," he told her, studying her. "You shouldn't have come." CHE smiled. He was so sweet, so J kind. "I'm all right, Ken," she said. Gerald O'Brien had started for the stage. There were shouts, increasing to a roar of voices, then sounds of thuds, soft objects landing on the stage. "They're throwing things," Mary told Ken, troubled. "If only they don't hurt him — " But they could hear his voice now, scraps of sentences coming between the interruptions of the audience, words about fair play, and giving a guy a chance to show he's on the square. When O'Brien finally gave his personal guarantee that the ten- ants themselves would have a chance to vote on the spending of every cent of profit from the rental they paid for their flats, the noise had died down to a low considering buzz of comment. Then he was reminding them of Mary, her persistent friendship over the last year, and he was asking them to greet her and listen to what she thought. She walked out on the stage then, and raised her hand to still the crackle of applause. "I congratulate you," she said. "Some of you have had a ter- rible experience, but it brought con- ditions to the attention of people who can do something about it. I want to tell you that I think you are in luck that your landlord is Kenneth Paige. I think Ken Paige is honest," They were quieter. "I think he'll do what he tells you he'll do." She heard then the thrilling sound of real applause, warm, noisy, friend- ly. She saw Ken coming steadily to join her in the center of the stage, saw him turn, heard him thank her. No vegetables had landed on the stage. A few hands began to clap a little. But the suspense had done something to her. The footlights began suddenly to dazzle her, and the sea of faces became a blur. She felt deathly faint. She turned and walked swiftly to the wings, stumbled through the dimness to Larry's old dressing room. Long minutes later, lying on the couch there, she heard the thunderous ovation that marked the end of Ken's speech. She made herself rise and go to the wings to meet him as he came from the stage. "Ken, you did it!" She found room in her heart for real joy. "Oh, Ken, I don't know when I've been so happy!" That was Sandra, with tears standing in her great gray- blue eyes. Ken smiled at her as if he did not notice that her hand was rest- ing on Gerald O'Brien's arm as if it belonged there. "Boy, you wowed 'em!" Gerry grinned. "Why don't you two come along with us and see the schemes Sandra and I've cooked up for turning some of the rat holes into model flats?" He was so eager, Sandra so lovely in her excitement, and Ken's eyes so gentle on her, waiting, that Mary nodded. She wanted this everting to be over, but she could not refuse. It seemed to Mary that they had walked miles up and down stifling evil dark stairways before at last Sandra and Gerald had heard enough approval of their alterations and turned to leave the demonstration furnished flat. Now she would find out whether the play had been a success. She stumbled forward, caught in a wave of sick dizziness, reached out her hand to find Ken's strong, supporting arm. For a mo- ment, exhausted, she rested against his strength, there in the dark, plast- er-smelling tenement bedroom. IT was then that it happened. There ' was a sound on the fire escape out- side the window, a sudden blinding flash, a click. Instinctively, even in that split second, Mary knew. That click had been the sound of a camera shutter, and now, on a sensitized plate of gelatine, was the evidence Catherine Monroe had wanted — a picture of her in Ken Paige's arms. Intuition told her with terrible certainty that Catherine had sent that photographer. 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She's been feed- ing him a lot of stuff lately." KEN swore, slowly, under his breath. Then he said. "My suggestion is that we take him right up to the thea- ter and drop him into the lady's lap. All the way uptown in the cab, Mary's heart was leaping with joyous relief. Now, at last, Catherine must be shown to Larry without her veil of glamour, shown as the tricking, con- niving creature that she really was. Times Square's theaters were just letting out their crowds to jam Broad- way. By now the fate of the play was decided. The car inched forward so slowly Mary felt like screaming. Was the play a success — or a failure? In the alley, before they even reached the stage door, she learned overwhelmingly that it was a success. A press of people were waiting to see Larry come out, to try to get past the doorman and go in to congratulate the actors. Some had succeeded and the corridors inside were full of expen- sively-dressed, excited people. But Larry's face, when they pushed open the door of his dressing room, reflected none of the joy in the tu- multuous backstage. He was alone, and he looked up at Mary and Ken with a black frown. "Congratulations, Larry," Mary said. "You've made your come-back. I'm glad." "Thanks," he said shortly. Ken added his own conventional words, but Larry did not answer, did not even turn his head from the mirror. There was a long silence. Mary felt a nightmarish inability to speak against this dead weight of in- difference. She forced her lips open. "We've — we've come to tell you some- thing." His frown deepened. Mary saw his hand pause in its steady rubbing of cold cream over the lean line of his jaw. "Yes?" he said tentatively. "A photographer has been follow- ing Ken and me," she said. "He took our picture in one of the empty flats on Medley Square." "Why not?" Larry asked without turning. "You two make news, these days — " "But Larry, you don't understand!" "He's Wally West's photographer. 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Wrap HlampH or coins safely. Address Readers' Service Bu- reau, Dept. CIJ-16. Radio and Television Mirror, 205 East 42nd St., New York, N. Y. 76 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIFFOR .charming bit of make-believe." Her voice was cold and arrogant. "Fortu- nately Larry knows that Wally West doesn't need me or anyone else to 'feed' him what anyone can see is true." "We'll see about that," Ken mur- mured. He stepped out into the cor- ridor, and returned in a moment with not only the photographer but a lean, cynical-looking man Mary recognized as Wally West himself. "If you're quite through with my photographer," West was saying, "I'd just as soon have him back." "Look here, West," Ken said, "you can clear this up. Is it true that your source of information on the private life of Mary and Larry Noble — has been Catherine Monroe?" WEST'S eyes twinkled. "A good re- porter never gives away his news sources," he said. "Don't clown, West," Ken said sternly. "This is serious. I want the truth or I'll sue your paper for libel." "Don't talk nonsense," West said lazily. "There's nothing libelous in" what I printed, and you know it. But in this case, I don't mind telling you — " Then Catherine betrayed herself. She stepped forward. "But you — " She broke off, her hand lifted to her face. Her eyes flicked to Larry, and for the first time Mary saw fear in them. Wally West answered her unfin- ished sentence. "Sure, I told you I wouldn't tell. But I don't think much of your methods. I don't even think much of you." A harsh voice broke in from the white-faced figure at the dressing table. "What does it matter where he got his tips?" Larry exclaimed. "What does it matter — can't you all see they were true! Mary doesn't love me! She loves Paige! And now can't you all leave me alone?" For a second the stark bitterness in Larry's face and in his words held them all in silence. Mary's numbed mind refused to take in the signifi- cance of what he had said — then, slowly, its meaning came to her. "But Larry," she said dazedly, "it isn't true. I don't love Ken . . . Didn't you know? You're . . . the one I love . . . always. . . ." Afterwards — when Ken had shep- herded the crowd from the room, when Catherine too had gone, proud and icy cold to hide her chagrin — Larry said: "How could I think you still loved me — after all I'd done to you? I didn't have any right to your love. And you were so interested in Ken Paige — " "Of course I'm fond of Ken," Mary said. "I always will be. But I don't love him." "Women can take an awful lot of kicking around from men, can't they?" Larry said humbly. "Of course they can," she said. "When they're in love, that is." She raised her tear-stained, happy face from his shoulder, met his lips with her own. But she still hadn't told him her secret. 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That's why they can't get married. Not," Mayne had to add, "that it matters. But I sup- pose they would if they could." "It doesn't really matter to me, of course, Mayne. It's their affair. But at first it does — it does shock one. "I'm sorry I seemed to criticize Per- sis," she said suddenly, a few min- utes later, as they sipped coffee at the kitchen table. Mayne smiled. "You're an endearing mouse," he said. "Are you glad I'm home again?" "Glad!" YOU know," he said, "I didn't want to fall in love with you." "Why not, Mayne?" she breathed rather than asked. "Oh — every reason." "What harm does it do to like me?" Tarn murmured, her blue eyes raised to his. "Lots of harm." "How often have you been in love, Mayne?" "Oh, not so often!" Mayne an- swered mildly, smiling. "You like me, too, don't you, Tarn?" he asked in a voice that was almost absent- minded. Her eyes met his bravely. "Too much!" she said. "Too much, eh? How long have you known that?" The little ugly kitchen was heaven. Life was heaven. Life was floating and soaring and wheeling about her in all the trembling color of spring. "Oh, from the beginning, I guess, Mayne." "From the beginning." He looked down at her for a long minute, think- ing, she suspected, of something she could not sense or understand. What was making him so serious, what was putting that absent-minded light into his eyes? "Mayne, you've never been mar- ried?" "Never. Can you imagine my not telling you about it, if I had been? No. It isn't so good, in my business." "Getting married isn't?" Tamara's eyes were wide. "Not for men. Not for men who play certain parts," he explained. "Girls — women like to think a man isn't married, if they see him in a sheik part. As a matter of fact it's in my contract." "What is?" "Not getting married." "Oh, it isn't, Mayne!" Tamara pro- tested, laughing. "It certainly is. Old Helman can break my contract if I marry." "For how long?" Tamara's eyes were still dancing with incredulous amusement. 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"Girls like Helena and Pauline and the rest, Coral," Tarn presently asked somewhat diffidently, "do you sup- pose they're straight?" "Not for one moment," Coral an- swered unhesitatingly. "And it doesn't matter?" "Of course it doesn't matter. I tell you that with money you can get away with anything, and if you haven't got it you've got to put up with what you can get!" Tarn sat silent a while, thinking. "Then life isn't fair," she said softly, after a while. But Coral had gone to sleep with her head on the table, and nobody heard the words. THE next day was Sunday, but Tarn slept late and omitted church. She had not been regular in her atten- dance at St. Boniface's for many months; this morning she did not awaken until nearly eleven, and then it was to find matters so disturbed in the Todhunter household that no outside thoughts could find entrance. Lance had come home intoxicated the night before and was ill; Mrs. Tod- hunter had an ulcerated tooth that was driving her to frenzy, and Coral had discovered on the first page of the bulky wet newspaper the an- nouncement of Mr. Houston Hickey's sudden marriage to his cousin, Miss Ada Leroy, in Oakland. This blow shattered Coral's self- control, and she spent the greater part of the day in hysterics. Lance, dragging himseif to a heavy headachy consciousness at twelve o'clock, in- sisted upon dressing and going out into the driving rain. Mrs. Todhun- ter scented the entire apartment with oil of cloves and fastened up her head in a towel. Tarn, perfectly conscious that she had had a ten-dollar bill in her purse the night before, found her- self reduced to silver only, and sus- pected her brother of borrowing the bill without acknowledgment. Some- how it made her feel a little sick. The larder was low. There was a week's salary due Tarn, but she could not collect it today. 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Mr. Mallory had gone down to the country with friends. MR. MALLORY had gone down to the country with friends. The words fell like a blow on Tamara's heart. He had gone down to Pete's at Los Altos, of course; they were all down there, house-bound in the streaming rain, laughing about a fire, while good odors of wood smoke and cigarette smoke mingled with the smells from Adriana's dinner prepar- ations in the kitchen. Oh, why should they leave her out — why should they be cruel to her — how could life be at once so dull and so painful? Suddenly the sound of a loud droning voice came up the kitchen airshaft. A woman's voice was saying, "Let me alone, can't you? Let me alone!" and an official Irish voice was break- ing across the accompaniment of con- fused agitated voices and cries. "She's fixed herself this time, all right. Bet- ter call the ambulance, Joe!" the voices murmured. Then the great weary dragging voice came again: "Oh, let me alone!" 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