Radio mirror (July-Dec 1947)

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By HARRY MYNATT A job of work for Harry Mynatt — to spend a day and an evening with wants-to-be-a-model Jeri Demiek. This Queen wanted music and quiet so Harry found an outdoor concert. "Your limousine awaits with SSw^iyE nights a week, every week, I have a ite with a different woman. As official host to the winners of the Queen for a Day radio program over the Mutual Broadcasting System network I have been escort to more than five hundred women in the past two years. So let's get this for the record: I am a happily-married man. I am a doting father. I am a man who likes his slippers and his pipe and his fireside and picnics with his family and puttering around the house, hammering in a shelf or two where it's needed. I repeat: I'm a happily-married man. That's just so we all understand each other. You might get the idea that being host to the Queens calls for a kind of playboy character who looks forward eagerly every night to lapping up the champagne offered by the nightclubs we visit — ^who is the kind of veteran first-nighter who likes to be seen at every premiere and opening night of plays and theaters — who gets a big-shot complex out of hobnobbing with movie stars on the studio sets — ^who likes to call restaxirant owneirs by their first names and be recognized, with bows, by maitres d'hotel and headwaiters. Sure, this is my weekly routine. But it's not