Radio mirror (July-Dec 1947)

Bachelor's Lot {Continued from page 29) him so. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. . . . "Hey Tonee," calls Corinne Calvay — she's the luscious little blonde Paramount has imported from Paris — "You zertainly are one peen up boy." "You may tell the people," Charlie Carroll, Tony's stand-in and staunch admirer, mutters from the sidelines, "that with the girls Tony does great." A hundred professional lackeys stand by to bring Mr. Martin a towel, to page him for a telephone call, to provide him with lunch, cigarettes, or a drink, whatever he wants and — on the double — when he wants it. Yes, it's a great life. Unless. . . . The Unless starts forming again when you follow Tony into his private quarters, see him among his own things. You begin to wonder if this bachelor life is all it's cracked up to be. While Tony dresses, you inspect his collection of war mementoes which have the honored spot over the fireplace. A Japanese quartermaster's flag, the red sun on a regimental flag with names of a hundred soldiers — dead soldiers? — lettered in ink in Japanese characters, a Samurai sword, a citation from Tony's commanding officer which awards him the Bronze Star for services beyond the line of duty. THE newspapers which rushed out the seventy-two point type when Tony Martin got into trouble during his first few months in the service didn't bother to spread the news around when Tony made good under fire. Not many people know about his really distinguished war record. He will show you his uniform jacket if you ask him — it's pretty impressive with two rows of battle ribbons, including the Bronze Star and CBI theater ribbon with three battle stars, the dark blue presidential citation and the green and gold wreath for meritorious service. Those tech sergeant stripes mean a lot to Tony who earned them after his much-publicized bad start in the service. He had to start all over at the bottom, and earn them the hard way, to prove again that he could take it. But he did it. And it shows. Tony never comolains of his "bad breaks." He uses them, to make friends. His pals were broiling mad when Tony, just a few days before this interview, picked up a speeding ticket, the first he had ever had, and was slapped down with a two-day jail sentence. Hundreds of speeders go to court in Los Angeles every day, Tony's friends point out in his defense. Unless they are "repeaters" or drunken drivers, they pay a fine and that's that. Tony, for his first offense, got it in the neck. "Nuts," says Tony. "I deserved it. Believe me I learned a lesson. I'll never drive fifty-five miles an hour in a twenty-five mile zone. "Besides," he adds, "I made a lot of new friends." A stretch in the jail house is not a catastrophe to Tony — just another chance to make friends. His whole life story is like that. He was tossed out of St. Mary's when he was eighteen, when one of the priests came upon him playing jazz on the college organ. Eight boys went with him and formed an orchestra which was Tony's first step in the direction of his ultimate showbusiness success. When he came to Hollywood — from a successful engage How 8-weetly feminine is tlie appeal of a ^voman's lovely kair to men. Hair gleaming -vinitli natural liigliliglits — sparkling with silken softness — inviting ■witk clean fragrance. For tnougn your nair-style be formal or free as tne wind, it's your natural aair-appeal men love. Ana more and more women are learning tkat Lustre-Creme Skampoo brings out tbe fullest natural glory of tbeir bair . . . (Quickly (no special rinse) . . . easily . . . inexpensively. Not a soap, not a lic^uid, Lustre-Creme Sbampoo is an amazing new dainty cream tbat latbers luxuriously in bard OT soft ■water, and sw^eeps dullness aw^ay. Out of ber w^ealth of cosmetic lore, Kay Daumit blended gentle lanolin witn special secret ingredients to acbieve tbis almost-magic cream tbat offers new glamour, \vonderful obedience, to your bair! Try Lustre-Creme — The Cream Sbampoo for Tbe Hair Nlen Love. At all cosmetic counters. ^sa-^^'^^-^ yf^ Four ounces, $1.00 Family 1 lb., $3.50 Also 30< and S5i sizes. See how a fingertipful of Lustre-Creme Shampoo bursts into heaps of fragrant lather. See how fempfing it leaves your hair! Not dried — not dulled— not unruly — but silken soft, responsive, sparkling as if you'd given it a hard brushing. u: •^ "-^ y^k y*^* " "°'° brushing. Daumit, Inc. (Successor), 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, III. I R M 75