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| Today, thousands of girls throughout the country are going through the glorious, yet terrifying experience of a wartime romance. So many bewildering problems arise to plague and frighten war sweethearts; but on the other hand, there is an electric excitement and pride to such courtships that make peacetime romances dull by comparison.
Fay Baniter knows all this. Twenty-four years ago, Fay and Reginald Venable, her husband, were participants in the outstanding romance of the first World War. Fay was one of the leading actresses of the Broadway stage and a great belle. Reginald Venable, one of a long line of Venables in the U. S. Navy, was a dashing young naval officer who had won promotions rapidly after his graduation from Annapolis. Their romance which nourished in the tempestuous background of that war' has much in common with the romances of today's conflict.
It began one evening in March, 1918. Fay was at home shampooing her hair when a good friend, Lester Donahue, called her to tell her he was coming up with a friend who was a naval officer. Fay, with the soap still on her hair, wailed that she couldn't see anyone that evening and why couldn't he bring his friend some other night?
"He's just returned from foreign duty,"
said Donahue, "and he may not be here another night." So Fay agreed.
She fixed her hair as best she could, put on a slick blue dressing gown and waited for them. She wasn't prepared for the tall, smiling young man in his natty navies who was Lieutenant Commander Venable. And he apparently wasn't expecting anything as nice as Fay. He looked at her thoughtfully then turned to his friend and said, "You told me she was good-looking. I don't agree with you." Fay gasped. "No," he continued. "I think she's beautiful." Fay's heart leaped.
It turned out that Reginald, an admiral's aide and liaison officer, was stationed in New York for several months and he and Fay saw each other constantly from that time on. They had wonderful times.
Then came his orders to go overseas. By this time Fay and he knew they were in love and the problem which badgers young couples today loomed before them: shall we marry now?
It wasn't easy to know what to do, but Fay's mother decided for them. She asked them to wait until after the war, and they agreed.
"Being a girl in love, I didn't want to wait," says Fay, "but we decided to bow to Mother's wishes. Would I do it again? The truthful answer is I still don't know. If
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