Modern Screen (Jul-Dec 1945)

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■ Don't look now, but I sneaked the idea for this month's editorial right out of Time magazine! There's a high P. I. Prentiss, Publisher. Any week you'll see by his column that Time has a throttle-hold on the world pulse. Time somehow fires the opening gun of any invasion ahead of the Marines. This minute a TiMEman is hiding in your closet. Watch the door, or he'll fall out on his typewriter! Doesn't it give you goose pimples? Ever since Modern Screen's circulation reached a millionand-a-half, Henry and I have brooded about frightening our readers too. Don't you think we owe it to you? So for Modern Screen's own version of the "spy-in-everycloset" school of journalism, read "Pennies From Heaven," which starts on page 46. It's Bing Crosby's life story. To bring it to you, we dislocated Bing's hometown, Spokane, Washington. We invaded Gonzaga College. We put a man on Paul Whiteman. With the Rhythm Boys (there were three of 'em: Al Rinker, Harry Barris, and Crosby), we drank toasts to the the dear departed days of corn. AL incidentally, is a big shot in radio, and his sister, Mildred Bailey, was chosen top vocalist for 1944 in the Annual Esquire poll. And Harry became a big-time composer, writing Bing's great torch number, "I Surrender, Deaf." We pumped the Ladds. Sue knew Bing when. As for Laddie, he's such a fan, our operatives suspect him of leading an underground Crosby organization! So now we know more about Bing than any person or institution in the world including P. I. Prentiss, Publisher. Of course, ISpokane isn't Chungking, and Gonzaga isn't Heidelberg, and Bing, thank God, is a nice guy. So maybe we lack that global touch, and maybe we haven't frightened you out of a year's growth. But you'll have to admit that "Pennies From Heaven" is the best story ever written for the love of Bing! powered gent on their staff who signs himself modestly: Executive Editor