Breakfast club family album (1942)

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■^Wl wf^isvwi “Dear Earl” Born Marion Bateson at Columbus, Ohio, Sept. 9, 1914. “What-a-Mann” stands 5 ft. 4 in. tall, weighs in at 120 lbs., has olive complexion, brown hair, gray eyes, and abounding enthusiasm. She’s very sweet and rations her gas, hut she refuses to change her Earl. He’s the hoy friend. After graduating from a Columbus high school, Marion sang “for free” with a girl’s trio on a local station. Emerson Gill hired her to sing with his orchestra, and then Boh Crosby hired her away to do likewise. Before all these breaks, Marion had one that wasn’t at all lucky. An auto accident left her with a fractured pelvis, broken collar bone, and skull puncture, nearly ending her song career. But she didn’t let it, and after leaving Crosby for Break¬ fast Club she’s learned to cook and tell riddles. No samples of her cooking being available — here is a typical riddle as she tells it. “What did the little chicken say when it saw that the mother hen was sitting on an orange instead of an egg? Oh look at the fruit mamma’s got. I mean, oh look at the orange mammalade.” Page 14