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That girl will tell others, and after a while the boys will hear, and well — Janie'U be all set. Moral: The world judges us by the company we keep, so when it comes to friends let's look for quality rather than quantity. She s All Bill's: Bets doesn't quite know how it happened, but they'd hung out a fancy moon that night, and Bill had on a new sports coat with shoulders like this, and when he said, "Let's go steady," she had apparently said "Yes." For a month it was heaven. They were Romeo and Juliet. Ingrid and Cary. But now the whole thing is hanging a little heavy, and how is she going to get out of it? If she has any character, she'll do it the hard way. No buck-passing. No little white lies. She will swallow all her pride and tell Bill that she made a mistake. Not about him. Nope — him she likes. But about herself and her fickle eye-fickle eye. She'll tell him frankly that she's just not ready for the pipe and slippers routine yet. If she makes it clear that she's the flibberty-gibbet, the whack who doesn't know her own mind — and that he's divine, in fact out-of-this-universe, there'll be no hard feelings. He'll keep coming around, even though she's Tom-Dick-andHarrying it again. Moral: Don't decide to go steady on the spur of the moment, and when and if you do, give some thought to the cut of his soul as well as his jacket. WE'RE PROUD OF YOU, JUNE (Continued from page 39) it to the front office — " Which they did. And that was the prelude to three days she'll never forget. "The most emotional three days I ever spent," sighs June. In fact, the emotion started ahead of time — when she told the family. Dorothy, married and expecting a baby, couldn't go, but June took it for granted that everyone else would. It was their home town too. » Mother was pleased. Evvie went out of her mind. Not only did she have lots of friends back in Rock Island, she had a special beau whose name nobody believes because it's Don Whan. "For me it's the perfect setup," said Evvie. "June'll do all the work and I'll have all the fun — " Grandma's voice broke in and it sounded plaintive. "When I used to take Junie to benefits in Rock Island, I always dreamed of going back with her when she made good — " "And now you're going — " "Am I?" Something in her face sent June leaping to her side. "Well, you didn't think we'd leave you behind, did you?" "Well, you never asked me — " "Well, I, thought it was understood. You know they'd turn me out if I showed up without Alice." the beautiful people . . . So they all shed a couple of tears and got that out of their system. Those were the first tears. They weren't the last. . . June likes to live it all over again in her mind. The idea is to start at the beginning and take it, step by beautiful step, to the end. But before she gets very far, the whole thing's a swirling kaleidoscope of laughter and thrills and lumps in the throat and people. Especially people. Lovely warmhearted people, her friends and townsfolk, smiling at her. She always starts with Chicago. And Harriet Jeanes again. This time Harriet telephotoed a picture of June ahead, so there she was in the Argus, leopard skin coat and all, before she even arrived. The reason they weren't flying all the way was by request of Rock Island — "After all," said Rock Island, "the airport's in Moline, and you weren't born in Moline. Our pet's the Rock Island Rocket. Would you ride the Rocket from Chicago to here—?" She wouldn't have missed it. From a train you can see landmarks — the same landmarks she'd seen going the other way five years ago. Five years ago she'd been June Stovenour, leaving Rock Island with Ted Fiorito and his band, having made a little name for herself singing at benefits and on local station WHBF. Helen Gannon, Dorothy's best friend — they'd worked as phone operators together — had sent her a corsage of baby roses: "May this be the first of many steps up on your road to success — " June, aged 15, had put the card away with her treasures. "If I ever get discouraged, Mother, this will remind me that my friends are hoping for the best." Now she was June Haver, going home, eyes glued to the landscape. Every tree looked good to her. At Bureau an advance man came on with the schedule, said the Rock Island High School band would be out to meet them. She and Evvie made bets about what the band would play, and settled for the Cheer Song. Suddenly her eyes bugged out — "Mother, I think I'm taking this too calmly — " She'd been hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean: "All your life you read about people being met by brass bands. Hew can it be happening to me — ?" Her hand went to her throat, partly because it felt sore, partly to keep the pulse from thumping. How excited can you get—? old friends . . . The crowd at Moline where they stopped for a few minutes. Then Rock Island, and the band playing the Cheer Song. The huge bouquet of red roses from Mr. Grove and his daughter Marjorie. Mayor Melvin McKay — later described by June as the "sweetest little mayor in the world who does plumbing on the side" — presenting her with the key to the city and being kissed in return. Best of all, so many familiar faces. Wherever she looked, faces of people she knew. Hi, Chuck Harrison! — Dorothy used to go out with Chuck — now he was holding the portable mike. "I'm so happy to be here — " No speeches, June, she'd told herself. You can't make speeches anyway. Just tell them what's in your heart, and they'll understand. "It's so wonderful to see you all." Riding through town perched on back of a car. The cops on their motorcycles ahead. "Even when generals come to town, we never gave 'em eight motorcycle cops — " It was like Christmas. WELCOME, JUNE HAVER on every lamppost, photos in the shop windows, people waving from the doors — she'd bought candy from this one, ties for her dad from the other — "Hello, Nancy Plantz!" She almost fell off the car — "How did you remember — ?" Nancy called back. How could she forget! They'd been like her own family — Mother and Dad Plantz, Sonny and little Nancy. But especially Helen. No sisters could have been closer