Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1948)

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With luck, these are the words Frank Sinatra will say again to his wife at the stroke of midnight THE music was swinging at Slapsie Maxie’s. The dance floor was crowded. But the minute Nancy came in with a group of mutual friends Frank saw her. He danced and talked with the pretty acquaintance who was his partner just as he had before but always he knew where Nancy was and bided the time she would dance close enough for him to speak. When, inevitably on that small floor, their dancing paths met he stopped before her. “I’ve been hoping,” he said, “you would dance with me.” For a long minute her eyes searched those of her husband’s. Then she moved into his arms. Friends, sad over the differences which had separated them, smiled and looked away. Let them have their chance to make up now before gossip and newspaper publicity and their own imagination and pride should make the hurt deeper and the difference's greater. The film colony has known many break-ups in the last few years but none caused the unhappy surprise occasioned by the Sunday-night radio announcement that the Sinatras had parted. On the preceding Thursday, the commentator explained, Frank had packed his belongings and, leaving Nancy and the children at the Toluca Lake home, had taken an apartment in Hollywood. This brief report seemed an abrupt ending to the family life in which Frank’s audiences long had participated when, at the end of his program, he had always said “Goodnight, Nancy” to his daughter and “Goodnight, Frankie” to his little son. It is doubtful that Frank left home as the result of a sudden whim or quarrel. Over a period of time it is possible he had come to believe he had outgrown the confines of his home, his wife and their simple living. Like so many men, far older and more experienced than he, his values ( Continued on page 70) The break-up was followed by meeting at Slapsie Maxie’s, dancing together and out the door — to reconciliation BY SARA HAMILTON f