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■ Not till M-G-M signed him was Bud Alderdice translated into Tom Drake — an event shrouded deep in the future on that day in late summer when Bud, seventeen, and his year older sister, Claire, drove to New York to take a crack at Broadway.
Their father had been dead six years, their mother six weeks. Their assets consisted of one season (for Bud) with Reginald Goode's stock company in Poughkeepsie, a modest income and the large dreams of youth. . . .
On Riverside Drive they found an apartment in a renovated private house, which they took because it had a backyard for Wrinkle, their Great Dane. It became headquarters for a bunch of kids from Poughkeepsie, including Chris Curtis, the 15-year-old who'd developed a crush on Bud that summer — ■
"If you get out of high school at 15," her mother had promised, "you can have a year in New York before going to college — "
This was her year, but college was no part of her program. At Poughkeepsie, someone discovered that she had a voice. Fine, she'd study opera.
"You'll never get any further than op," Bud assured her kindly. "Better go in for nightclub singing." It was his idea to own a nightclub some day. "I might even {Continued on page 114)
The Drakes, Tom and Chris, prefer their hear+hside to gallivanting, specialize in small gatherings with goad talk, music and food. Rugged, Tom's sole claim to cooking fame is "salad di Cicco" — with coddled egg dressing!
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