Radio mirror (Jan-June 1948)

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"I had what they call 'radio hands,' " he reminisces. "A lot of people in radio are similarly afflicted. Tension, nervousness, overwork, over-emotionalism, or whatever, causes little red bumps to appear on the hands, which are then diagnosed as 'radio hands.' I'd been doing twenty-two free lance radio programs a week, when I came down with the occupational ailment — which certainly could mean that overwork was responsible. But — coincidentally, or not — it was a few days after Grace came on the program that I broke out with the bumps. Which may very well mean that overemotionalism was responsible! In any case, what do I do but take my unsightly hands to Grace, show them to her, ask her advice — a sort of male-tryingto-get-sympathy approach, I'd call it — and the wrong approach, I'd say, to nine out of ten girls. But sensing in Grace the warm sympathetic nature she has in such abundance, instinct told that to appeal to her sympathy was to touch her heart. And so it was. She took my hands, unsightly as they were, in hers " " — and never let them go again," I always interrupt Coiirt at this point, to say. "I handcuffed you," I tell him, "Slipped on the manacles, that's what I did!" What Court did, at this point, was to ask me, stammering like a high-school freshman (Court of the lipped-clear, certain diction!) "W-wiU you go out with me tonight?" — and I can still feel the actual nausea that I felt then when I realized that I had a radio rehearsal that night and a dinner date I couldn't decently break. I had to say "No." What I actually said was "No, but — ", giving it, I hoped, the "Some other time?" inflection. I suspect it was when I said "No," realizing how much I wanted to say "Yes," that I knew I was in love with Court. Or it may have been even earlier on, for from the day I went on the Dr. Susan program, I'd been getting up in the morning and asking myself, first thing, "What to wear? What will he like? The gray suit? The black? Tweeds, perhaps?" Falling in love affected Court in a different way. A stranger {Continued on page 83) In the city, Grace Matthews and Court Benson have a small apartment; in the country, a cottage. Wherever they are, it's acting that makes the house go round. Grace Matthews is Big Siater, daily at 1 FM. EST, CBS. Conrt Benson is heard regularly on Big Town, CBS, and Music Hall, NBC. 41