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The good old U.S.A. and me both. And has my dollar value dropped! I sure hope Katie doesn’t expect another big evening tonight— I don’t have the money. I feel like a kid. Should I tell her I only get $25 a week allowance — and I have to buy everything on that? Maybe I could ask Bob for an advance on next week’s allowance. No, I better not. I still owe him some from last week. Gee, it’s lonely here. I wish Tuesday was still here. All these empty desks since she graduated. Now I’m the only one in class. I can’t get away with a thing. It’s murder. I’m the only one the teacher has to pick on. I wish I was still back in the old school, with all the kids. Gosh, we had fun. If I was home now, I could hop in the car and go play some football with the guys. In fact, I’d settle just for the chance to hop in the car — period! I wish this day was over. I wish I had money for tonight. Last night I had money. It was great being able to take Katie someplace real special. We went to the Cloisters. She looked so pretty — kind of shiny clean. Funny, I don’t even remember what she wore, except she looked so nice and fresh. So there we were, in a big Hollywood night club, with everybody hovering over us. What service! Every time we took a drink of water, a waiter popped up to fill the glass up again. Boy, did she like all that attention. Let’s face it, I did too. We were just winding up a fine dinner, with nice big wedges of chocolate cake and ice cream, when in walked Bob Marcucci, my manager. When he saw us he came over to the table and joined us for a cup of coffee. Katie was so friendly and cute that I could see he liked her a lot. Just then, the waiter came by with the check, and when I reached for it, Bob put out his hand and took it. He said, “You’ve been a good kid lately, Fabe, so let’s make this my treat.” When I tried to argue — you know, it was my date and my check — he said, “Well, I’ll tell you what, you let me handle this and I’ll let you leave the tips. Fair enough?” Well, sure, it was more than fair enough. The only bug in the whole thing was that if Bob hadn’t picked up the check, I could have used my account card and charged the whole thing. But this way, I had to give out all those tips in cash instead of just adding them onto the bill. By the time I finished with the maitre d’ and all the waiters and the busboy and everybody, I felt like Santa Claus, but I had no money left. What a way to go broke — because somebody else gets generous! Maybe Katie’d like to go to a drive-in tonight. I could afford that — if she doesn’t want too much popcorn. Besides, I really like that kind of a date better than going to a fancy club. If we go to a drive-in, it’s just her and me. There’s a million cars around you, but you’re all alone. You feel so close. . . . Boy, when I first met Katie, I’d have bet I was the last boy in the world she’d ever sit in the movies with and hold hands. Brother, did she ever give me the cold shoulder! It was on the set of “High Time.” Everything was happening all at once, everybody was running around being very important and noisy. And right in the middle was this girl. Calm, unflustered, just sitting there. I asked Bob who she was. He laughed. “That’s you all over; always got an eye on the girls.” Then he told me who she was. “Her name’s Katie Kelly and she’s in the picture, too.” If only I knew what to say to girls. My trouble is, as soon as I meet one I like, I get shy and clam up. Still, I’m not as bad as I used to be. That day, I walked right up to Katie and said, “Hi. I’m Fabian. I hear we’ll be working together.” And then, in this very icy way she answered, “So I’ve heard,” and walked off. I just stood there with my mouth open. We’d never be dating even now, if it wasn’t for Tuesday Weld. Tuesday saw how miserable I felt about all this and she finally took Katie aside and told her: “Look, I don’t know what you’ve got against this guy you don’t even know yet, but he’s really nice. Why don’t you give him a chance?” That’s when Katie started getting curious about what I’m really like. Once she gave me a chance, I began to unwind. At least, I started making a little sense when I talked to her. But when I think of the time we wasted. . . . It’s a terrible thing when you get a funny idea about a person before you even know them. That’s what happened to me with Tuesday. I’d read all those crazy stories about her, and boy what a surprise to find out the truth. I really got to know her when we went to Stockton, for the location shots on “High Time.” They didn’t have a television set where Tuesday was staying, so she came over to my place lots of nights. We’d watch TV and eat pizza and she’d moan about her diet. But the diet never stopped her from eating what she wanted. By the time we got back to Hollywood, we were great friends. When she was in this class with me, we really had a ball. If I hadn’t done my math homework, I’d slip Tuesday a little note. She always knew what to do. She’d ask the teacher some question to get her off the subject. Of course, the teacher usually caught on, but it did give me a breather. Now that Tuesday’s not here to help me, I’d better really buckle down and concentrate on my lessons or I’ll be sitting up nights studying and trying to catch up. But, gosh, there are some days when I just can’t keep my mind on school. I wonder if I’ll ever go to college. I used to think that the only thing I’d ever want would be to go and study engineering. They say there’s a terrific future for engineers nowadays. I might still go to college, someday. But now I know that I never want to leave show business. What I want most of all, is to be a really good actor. Singing is swell and I don’t want to ever give it up. But acting, that’s for me. And if I couldn’t be an actor, I’d still stay in the business. Maybe I’d be a producer or a manager. I can sure do more things for the family now, than I would’ve been able to if Bob hadn’t found me and got me started. Like when I bought Mom that mink stole. I’ll never forget the look on her face. It was like the time when I was ten years old and I saved and saved until I had two dollars. I went straight to the dime store and bought her a bottle of “genuine French perfume.” She cried when I gave it to her. She cried when I gave her the mink, too. Mothers are funny that way. There’s so much more I’d like to do for my family. I wish people would stop thinking we were poverty-stricken before I started to make records. Dad was doing okay. It wasn’t till he got sick that things got kind of tight. I was just beginning to sing and my kid brother Bobby took my old job at the drugstore. What a boy! He made six dollars a week, gave Mom two dollars, kept two dollars for himself and he handed me two dollars saying, “for