Radio Mirror (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

a telephone booth and called backstage at the studio l» her relief, Mrs. Piatt answered. „ , ., „, " Ibis is Gwen Holmes, she said. I just wanted you to know I'm all right. but I'm going away. I'm at Grand Central Station and I'm — " . .,. "Well, am I glad to hear your voice! Mrs. Piatt began. "Well, now. you— "I just couldn't go through with it — all that awful publicity. I'm terribly sorry, Gwen interrupted her. "Honey lamb." Mrs. Piatt said reassuringly, "you forget all about it— I feel exactly the same as you do. Have a nice trip. 'Bye!" , , ... Even now, Gwen couldn t help smi ing as she mentally pictured Mrs. Piatt blithely hanging up the receiver while everybody else in the studio was bending every effort to locate the missing star. SI II-; returned to the lunch counter, laid her bag down, and began to eat. The waitress came up. paused a few seconds, and asked, "Anything else, Miss Holmes? "Some tea, please," Gwen answered— and realized loo l.ile she had allowed herself to be trapped. "But my name isnt Holmes,' she added hurriedly. "It is! You're Gwen Holmes!" the waitress said, pointing an excited finger at Gwcns purse. "Listen, Miss Holmes, why don't you go back to that fellow? He seems awful nice and he's crazy about you." Gwen looked about wildly. The othei customers were turning interested faces; out of nowhere, a crowd was beginning to gather. "Go call the studio," somebody told the waitress. "We'll get a thousand dollars if RADIO MIRROR we can keep her here until they come after her." ... . A man lunged for her. She twisted her body aside, letting the man sprawl on trie floor, and under cover of the confusion managed to run out of the room and out to the street. . , She leaped into the first taxi she saw and called breathlessly to the driver, is there anywhere else I can catch a train to Buffalo?" , A red face and bushy white mustache peered around at her. "Sure. Hunnerd n Twenty-fifth Street station." "Take me there, please." The after-dinner traffic was at its peak, and her cab. a decrepit and worn affair at best crawled along, starting and stopping with jerks. Gwen had the sensations of a hunted animal. To her frantic pleas to go faster, the driver only shook his head. At last she reached One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street. She thrust a bill into the driver's hand and started to get out when a news-boy rushed up to her, waving his paper almost under her nose. "Get your paper here! All about Gwen Holmes!" he yelled. "All—" She tried to brush past him, but his voice took on a shriller note. "Hey! Here she is now!' Gwen dodged back into the cab, out again at the other side, through roaring and screaming traffic, almost under the wheels of grinding trucks. She was breathless by the time she had found another cab. "Go anywhere!" she shouted to the driver. "But get out of here quick!" He gestured boredly with his hand at the traffic jam in front of him. "Can't do anything about it, lady," he said. Gwen crouched back in a corner, trying to hide herself from the street. But it RADIO MIRROR was no use. The door of the taxi was flung open and— Jack Carson stepped in "For a little girl," he said grimly, "you can cause more trouble than six armies Do you know you're coming right back to the studio with me, for that radio wedding?" "I am not!" Gwen declared, struggling to break the grip he had on her wrist. "You are, just as soon as Bob Millei fights his way out of that nest of trucks he's in now." He glanced out of the back window. "We've chased you all over town and we aren't going to let you get awa\ now." "I won't marry Frank Rossman! YOU don't have to!" Jack snapped "Sap that I am, I thought when you turned me down you were in love with that groaner. It took Patsy, my secretan to tell me you were really in love with Bob— and he's in 'love with you, too, onl\ 1 managed to gum that up too." "But— the wedding — " Gwen gasped. "We'll have it, if we can get down there before the program is over— but Miller'll be the groom, not Rossman! Here he is now." Bob scrambled into the cab, almost into Jack's lap. His tie was askew, his haii tousled, his face white— but somehow, as his eyes lit on Gwen, he looked like a very happy man. "Hello, radio bride," he said. "Or— or am 1 taking too much for granted?" Gwen leaned toward him. "You can take me for granted, the rest of your life," she answered. Jack looked out of the window as the cab moved forward. "Ah-hum," he murmured. "So this is love." The End What Happens to Your Sweepstakes Entry? the job. After your card has been counted and the postmark checked to make sure which week's contest it is entered in, it is stacked carefully with the other millions of cards that have come in during the past six days. By noon on Monday, your Hit Parade statisticians have completed compilations of data which tell them the names of the fifteen most popular songs for the preceding week. Large cards bearing the names of the three top songs are rushed to the hundreds of girls and men who check the cards for winners. These people —they sit at long rows of tables that fill two of the three floors used for "Sweepstakes" business— begin immediately the task of checking the entries. One comes to your card after a while. If you have been right in your selections, it is placed on the growing stack of winners; if you have missed, it is placed among the losers. Then, to make sure no one has been cheated, both stacks are gone over again. All fair and square. The work isn't over with that. Not by a long shot. If you have been right in your predictions, you must get your reward: a carton of 200 cigarettes; if you have not. it must be made simple for you to try again. In any event. Your Hit Parade wants to return to you the penny stamp you bought when you sent in your original entry. . So, on one ot the three floors in the American Tobacco Company building, men sort the cards that have been checked into compartments denoting the state and city from which they came. To each win {Continued from page 22) ner is sent an announcement that he has won and will receive his carton of cigarettes; each winner also receives a folder bearing his stamp and a card that gives him a chance to enter the following week. That's done right there in the building, and there have been as many as 300.0110 winners in one week. Seven addressing agencies take care of the losers. They send to each one a folder which bears the invested stamp and a card upon which the contestant can list his choices for the following week. That costs a flock of money right there in returning those stamps. Just §50,000 a week. And $50,000 a week more just for postage to get the stamp back to you. I SAID you are the contestants and the judges, too. You are. America is playing the game and. at the same time. America spins the wheel by which the standings are decided. You try to forecast what America likes; at the same time. America — by buying records and sheet music and asking to hear numbers played — is making up its mind. Your Hit Parade takes no chances as it tabulates America's favorites, allows for no guess work. If you send in your selections on Saturday night, the compilers have already been working four days to find out how close you'll come. They don't know any better than you do. Probably not as well, until the last returns are in. Their investigations begin, as far as the standings for each Wednesday and Saturday are concerned, on the preceding Wednesday, lluv work with four sources of information. I he sale of sheet music is the first. They receive a report covering the How of sheet music from the wholesalers to the retailers for the week ending on Wednesday and another report telling of the sales oi twenty representative retail shops for the same period. I hose, together with the Billboard magazine survey of sheet music, indicate the standings in that respect. The second source of information is the sale ol recordings, Reports are supplied to Your Hit Parade by all the big recording companies. Then there is another indication of the popularity of a song. On Friday morning. the Music Corporation of America phones in an interesting survey. From forty to sixty bandleaders playing in hotels and night clubs all over the country have sent in lists ol the numbers most often requested of them. Sometimes those lists will shift the standings a little; sometimes they will serve to entrench more firmly numbers that have been slipping. I lie fourth factor in this search for fifteen songs is a survey conducted by Your Hit Parade itself. It is constantly being carried on in every important city in America. Special listeners tabulate the number of times a song is played on network and big independent stations. This report comes in on Friday, too. There you are, and it's right as rain from the beginning. All you must do is be clever enough to name the three most popular tunes and the 200 cigarettes are yours. GOOD GRIEF, PEG CANT YOU SAY NO TO ANYTHING?. 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