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He was certainly doing a good job of it. “We’re so happy in our own little world out there,” he went on, “and we’re working things out so well that I find I don’t want to get away from home too much. And, yet, recently I’ve begun to think that is a mistake. I’ve been p^rt, maybe just a small part, of Hollywood for a long time, but I don’t know much about it. I feel I’d like to know some of the folks better.” (He calls everyone he likes “folks”— it’s about the nicest compliment he can bestow.) “And look here — don’t you think children need to know other children and sort of get some friendships started that will last them all their lives?” I said I did. “That’s the way I feel about it.” He nodded in that way he has as though he were silently agreeing with what he had said. “I admire and respect the movie folks and I want to meet some of them. Particularly the ones who have children about the ages of my own kids.” HE took an invitation out of his pocket. “See here,” he showed me, “I’m invited to go to the radio party Atwater Kent is giving and I would like to go. But I don’t know who to go with.” I said, “How would you like to go with me?” “You mean it???” he laughed, his face lighting up, “Lady, you got yourself a date!” And, maybe you think I didn’t! I ve never spent a more delightful evening nor had a more attentive escort — but that’s getting ahead a little bit. I could see he was thinking something over and then he came out with it. “What should I wear?” he asked. When I said, “Black tie,” I could see he was completely at sea. I might have been talking Greek. I went on to explain that the invitation called for a dinner jacket. When he said he didn’t own one, I told him to go out and rent a suit with all the trimmings. So, in that way, I was not only “in” on Roy’s debut into Hollywood society, I practically sponsored it. The night of the party he showed up looking as well groomed as Adolph Menjou in what he laughingly referred to as his “rented finery ” I slipped a red carnation into his buttonhole and he liked the effect very much. He was just like a kid. “And these,” he said, producing a box, “are for you.” They were orchids. How proud I was introducing my “beau”-for-the-evening to all the radio kings and queens at Kent’s — I don’t know when I’ve gotten a bigger kick out of anything. I’m not exaggerating when I say that Jack Benny, George Burns, Kay Kyser, Ginny Simms, Frances Langford, Eddie Bracken, Edgar Bergen and the Art Linkletters, Fibber and Molly, were all quite impressed at meeting him. , . e had dinner at a table with Maria 123