Radio mirror (July-Dec 1947)

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hamburger in the cafeteria, until the following day. Walter, in fact, spent "our" wedding night at a Ball at the Waldorf-Astoria where he had the eerie experience — since no one knew we had married — of meeting a fortuneteller who, taking one quick look at him, asked "Did you get married today?" Ever since Walter, a skeptic where the supernatural is concerned, has taken his fortune-tellers with marked respect! Up to the time Walter went into the American Army, he had been running my career completely. When he went in, and I was on my own again, I knew how completely dependent on him I was, for every move I made I'd write him long folding letters, listing questions alphabetically — "What shall I do about this or that contract?" "In what city shall I make my debut in Carmen?" — answer "Yes" or "No." And Walter, poor darling, in basic training at the time, which meant that he had no time except when he was in bed and then lights were out, would take my letters to bed with him and answer them, under the blankets, by flashlight. . . . But somehow, even with a war on, when I needed him most he, miraculously, would be there. For instance, when I made my debut in Carmen, in Cincinnati and thought I would surely die of it without him and knew there was no slightest chance, no least hope that he would be there — one hour before I was to go on, dead-beat, unbathed, unshaven, filthy, there, blessedly, was Walter! IN Intelligence at that time, in charge of shipping Mexican troops overseas, Walter had contrived to move them by rail because he had found that the train would stop in Cincinnati! Somehow I, too, managed to go to him when I knew, because he wrote me or, at times, when he didn't write me, that he needed me. "I would like to see you," he wrote me from Sacramento, "for one day." So, "for one day" I traveled 6,000 miles by train, between performances at the Met in New York. Now the War is over and Walter is at home again. Nine months of the year — from September to May, my opera and radio season — "home" is an apartment in New York, where we have two small suites, one for our home, and the other for business purposes, and so that my practising does not disturb Nicky's slumbers. The remaining three months, "home" is our own home, in the Hollywood Hills in California. The home Walter found and furnished for me when, soon after I finished work in "Going My Way," with Bing Crosby, we were sure the baby was coming. Not an elaborate house, not very large — eight rooms — d one in Viennese modern, with lovely loungy chairs and great big sinkable couches — it is that lovely thing in a home, creature-comfortable, livable. . . . East or West, on stage and off, Walter continues to run my career — and me — completely. Extremely clever about business, Walter attends to all my contracts — ■ radio, concert, motion picture and with the Met — with absolute "power of attorney" to okay or veto any and every matter, major or minor. He acts for me at all conferences. He runs my Fan Club completely, my publicity — often getting up in the middle of the night, pacing up and down, saying in the morning, "I thought up a publicity idea at two this morning — I'll go after it today." Love-quiz . . . For Married Folks Only WHY IS HE WRITING TO ANOTHER WOMAN? A. Her husband's cooling love . . . his apparent disloyalty . . . may be largely her fault. She may have become neglectful of proper feminine hygiene. Q. Can such neglect affect married happiness? A. Doctors say many wives kill romance this way... stress that intimate daintiness demands effective douching. For this, you can depend on "Lysol" brand disinfectant. Q. How does "Lysol" rate among other disinfectants? A> less "Lysol" is more effective than many other, weaker antiseptics. "Lysol," a proved germ and odor killer, is effective not only in the test tube but in contact >Mith organic matter. Q. How about homemade solutions — like salt, or soda? A. No weak, makeshift solution con compare with "Lysol" for cleansing effectively. ALWAYS USE "LYSOL" in the douche. See what a difference complete daintiness makes in renewed charm and married romance. Check these facts with your doctor Many doctors recommend "lysd," in the proper solution, for Feminine Hygiene. Non-caustic, "Lysol" Is non-injurious to delicate membrane. Its clean, antiseptic odor quickly disappears. Highly concentrated, "Lysol" is economical in solution. Follow easy directions for correct douching solution. For Feminine Hygiene— always use Brand I>i»in£fcUiit FREE BOOKLET! Leom fhe truth about intimote hygiene and its important role in married hoppiness. Mail this coupon to Lehn & Ftnk, Dept. F-472, 1 92 Bloomfleld Avenue, Bloomfleld, N. J., for frcnldy informing FREE booklet. NAME STREET CITY STATE Copr., 1947 by Lehn & Fink Products Corp. R m 85