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Moment of My Life
One Afternoon In Paris John Boles Lived The Story Of "Louise
for a few minutes, and listening to the dreamy ilrz the orchestra was playing, we decided to take turn about the deck in the moonlight. Yes, there .as even the stage setting of a slim spring loon. It may have been her first romantic xperience with life. She acted as though it .ere. Holding my arm tightly and gazing ip into my eyes as we walked, she seemed 11 but consurried by the newness and glam'ur of the situation. And perhaps I also s as discovering something for the first time. True, I was married. But mine was a mariage of camaraderie and deep affection — not romance.
As we walked along arm-in-arm, I made |wo decisions. The first: that love is a much reater thing than romance — but that one Lcht be experienced without the other. ' second: that I would make no mention liaving been married. I was sure that I iild enjoy this bit of a new feeling that d started to develop in my heart. And so it was that we came to know one
Above, as the lover of Bebe Daniels in "Rio Rita," which established him as "the screen's most romantic actor;" left, as he appeared in his early screen days; lower left, the lover of song
another as Marilynne and John — never anything more. We were more like two spirits, sailing on the same boat to heaven, than two ways to Paris. And after much of the time. Her atch the moon or the stars -tetes were easily arranged eling alone. I had left my to study music.
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very-alive youngsters on their separate that first meeting, we were together mother was strict, but we managed to w for a while every evening. These tcte-d to her convenience — because I was trav wife in the States, while I went abroad
Making Plans
XHE fact that I had already experienced love made this sweetgirl romance a bit hard to understand at first. Not so with ilynne, however. She was just on the threshold of everything that life affords a woman — and she seemed sure that she had found the thing she had been dreaming about during her girlhood. We spent many hours sitting in deck-chairs, bundled up in heavy robes, talking of the future and my singing. She told me of her plans to study languages in Paris for six months and then to return to her home in South Carolina. Oh, how she had longed Rmy /ones {Continued on page 86)