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Happy Day (Continued from page 61) love, a gentleman listens. Especially, he listens, when the voice of experience is the exciting, expensive voice of wildflower Day who started as a duck in a Mother Goose play and now is a roller canary, rolling it up via screen, radio and records. She got those rings marrying twice. And it’s fairly safe to say that she’ll be married for a third time before the year is out. The lucky guy is Marty Melcher, who started out by managing Doris’s business affairs, and then took over in the affairs of the heart department, too. This was no hasty courtship. It had a chance to grow. Three marriages is high percentage even for a Blonde. But then, Doris is doublecharged. She is a blonde with a brunette voice. A thinker, Doris suffers. Suffering, she gets philosophy. The theme song of the siren philosopher, pre-Melcher, was that sometimes love is a rock that can wreck matrimony. She intends to be more down-to-earth about marriage this time. “When I loved before, I loved madly; madly is the word,” she says. “It was insanity, starry-eyed, blind worship.” She was in this addled condition at nineteen when she married a band man named A1 Jorden and tossed away her young career to take up with cooking. “I Started cooking at ten in the morning for dinner at six. When he came home I stood there with my mouth open, eager and palpitating, asking, is it good?” If he made a face, her heart broke and flooded the nook. Precipitation was pretty constant in the Jorden love nest. At length, after A1 shoved off with his band, Doris sawed down a wedding ring and flew home with her child to ma. Three years later, the old illusions were back, and there she was, mad as Ophelia, in love again, impulsively accepting another ring from Mr. George Weidler. GEORGE was a sensational, terrific guy and still is, according to his doting exwife, However, the marriage did not last very long when he saw Doris heading into a movie career. He could not cope, he felt, with two careers in the family. George had childhood recollections. His sister Virginia was a movie moppet. Like his predecessor, Mr. Jorden, George is a bandman and plays a horn. Destiny, in guise of men with horns, is in hot pursuit of Doris. Even in her last picture, “Young Man with a Horn,” she played a band vocalist with a yen for a trumpeter. She is in total agreement with De La Rochefoucauld’s witticism: “If people couldn’t read, very few would fall in love.” She supplements it with, “If they didn’t go to the movies, they wouldn’t fall in love so easily.” For all her champagne ebullience and romantic frenzy, Doris is solid with common sense and that rare virtue called honesty. She sprouted up in Cincinnati among the April flowers of 1924. Her name was Doris Kappelhoff which is a bit heavy for a gay spring crocus. When she sang “Day after Day” in a radio audition, she became Day at the suggestion of bandleader Barney Rapp. (Those bandmen, always suggesting!) Although Doris is just about out of the running, there are still some males who would like to know what Doris likes. Here are some hot tips from her own lips. Above all you’ve got to be honest, inspire complete faith, a man a girl can talk things over with and feel security in. There must be fun and common interests. What man thinks is important; how he looks is unimportant. You need be no handsomer She Lost Her Man Don't Risk “DEODORANT FAILURE” Ikp £i**f**i the amazing new uoe underarm spray deodorants Don’t risk unhappiness. Use new, spray-on heed in the squeezable bottle, heed stops perspiration... prevents underarm odor. No other type deodorant, no messy, old-fashioned cream, liquid or powder gives such quick, lasting protection. So don’t take chances with short-time deodorants. Join the millions who have switched to heed— America’s fastest selling spray deodorant. At all cosmetic counters, 49<h Lasts many months. Never be Heedless and you'// a /ways be safe / p 73