Radio mirror (Nov 1937-Apr 1938)

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'HAPPINE the world and chattered back at him. Tony didn't think the outlook was so black. Why anybody as young and good-looking and so downright desirable as Alice Faye should be singing the blues was more than he could understand. She was crazy to think the studio didn't want her. Weren't they assigning her to one picture after another, and better parts all the time? She didn't feel well? So probably she had a bad tooth, or a pair of bad tonsils. Why didn't she check in at a hospital for a day or two after the picture was washed up, and have them yanked. A matter of a week, maybe two. Little by little, Tony won her over, laughed at her troubles until they were laughable to her, too. She was laughing when she packed a bag at her apartment the night the picture was finished, said goodbye to her mother and directed a cab driver to take her to the Cedars of Lebanon hospital. Tony had been right. It was a tooth which had been causing all of Alice's physical trouble. There were a few days of pain, and after that her convalescence was almost fun. Her room was full of flowers from her studio friends; she did have friends, whether she knew it or not. Tony — smart youngster — knew that just, flowers wouldn't do for his own token,' so every day he sent Alice ribbons to wear in her hair, each tied to a saucylittle^cluster of violets or forget-me-nots. She couldn't forget Tony. Alice had time, during those weeks in the hospital, to read some of her fan mail. She was surprised to find that she had admirers, violent ones, in every corner of the world. Alice couldn't believe it. People liked her? When Alice came home from the hospital, she was her cheery former self again — her former self, but softened, moulded into a finer person by the unhappiness which had claimed her and which {Continued on page 77 fc P A U L I N By E SWANSON iO^ It? OQ