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THE NETWORKS ONLY WOMAN NEWS COMMENTATOR TELLS IN HER OWN WORDS OF THE THRILL PACKED LIFE THAT IS HERS
SHE'S the feminine counterpart of Boake Carter or Lowell Thomas. She spends her days in a whirl of activity — flying around the country to wherever news is in the making, meeting the glamorous great of the
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Stage, politics, radio, movies, nosing out the moments of tense drama everywhere from Park Avenue to the tenements of the East Side. She's Kathryn Cravens, golden-haired, charming, who broadcasts the News Through a Woman's Eyes three times a week on CBS — the first woman network news commentator. On the air she brings you the drama of the world about her — but what of the drama in her own life, the thrilling incidents that happen every day to a woman who reports the news ?
That story — the story of Kathryn's backstage life — is even more exciting than the stories she tells on the air. What better way of reading it than to turn to the intimate pages of the diary she began keeping the day her sponsors brought her to New York from her home town of St. Louis?
Here is a week of that diary, with thrills enough for a life time packed into seven full days. It's history in the making, it's — but read it for yourself.
Monday — Boxes of flowers . . . long distance telephone calls . . . invitations to teas, to dinners, to luncheons . . . life has been one mad whirl here in New York. Not only am I running all over town, interviewing everyone from the Mayor to fortune tellers on the street, but I've been dashing down to Philadelphia, Washington, out to Detroit and up to Hyde Park and a few little places like that.
Tomorrow I fly to Washington to interview J. Edgar Hoover and on Wednesday Emanuel List — he's a very famous basso at the Metropolitan Opera — has invited me to tea; and in between I have broadcasts and dozens of other things to do.
It was funny the way I met Mr. List. I smiled at him the first time I saw him. I liked his round, jolly face and was amused by his evident self-assurance. He smiled back at me and I guess he would have made up some excuse to talk to me — like "Are you looking for someone? Perhaps I can help you," if Doris Doe hadn't come along and introduced us properly. It was backstage at the Metropolitan Opera House, and Doris and List were rehearsing in "Die Walkure." I wasn't supposed to be behind the scenes at all, but I managed to get in when I told the people in charge that I simply had to get the story for my broadcast.
After listening to Kirsten Flagstad at the rehearsal— and what a glorious voice she has! — I grabbed a cab back to Columbia for my 5 :30 rebroadcast to the West Coast. When 1 came out of the studio I ran into my old friend. Princess Alexandra Kropotkin, looking very smart {Continued on page 68)