Radio-TV mirror (July-Dec 1952)

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my holiday heartache My tears of loneliness became tears of joy the day a miracle touched my life MY first "white Christmas" would also be the most desolate one I had ever endured. The realization came over me chillingly. That happened two years ago when I was new to Chicago, but even now, in the midst of the close companionship of the Breakfast Club cast, I recall it as sharply as if it were occurring all over again. Our orchestra leader, Eddie Ballantine, needs only to bring out the arrangements for "White Christmas" and the traditional carols, our boss, Don McNeill, has only to announce plans for our holiday broadcasts, to take me straight back to that day when I suddenly felt Christmas would bring joy to every other mortal in the world — except me. It was on Thanksgiving that the horrible thought struck me. Actually I had much to be thankful for. For a girl my age, I was doing right well. I had had a taste of one career, having taught school for a term immediately after finishing at the University of California, and then had been able to make a successful switch and turn my hobby of singing into my true life work. The breaks had come my way. One engagement led to another, and I hadn't even had to try very hard to find bookings with name bands. The biggest break of all had come while I was singing in San Fran One thing that helps today is seeing my mother — and another is my wonderful job with the Breakfast Club. 65