Radio mirror (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

RADIO M IRROR The Love I Had to Fight "Get out and don't ever come back," he shouted. "As she responded to my every touch, I knew intuitively just how she felt. In my new-found delirium I did not wish to speak or stop dancing — I just wanted to go on and on, endlessly, in rhythmic tide with Patty, holding her close, drowning myself in the unfathomable depths of her shadowy eyes. Tonight was forever — and it was ours !" At last he had found the great love of his life. In an ecstasy of joy, his thoughts raced into the future — a blissfully happy future with this exquisite girl forever at his side, with their children growing up into proud manhood and womanhood. Oh, it was too good to be true ! And that's just what it proved to be — too good to be true. For the very next day he was to discover that, instead of embracing this love, he would have to fight it — fight it as if it were a plague. Could he do it? And if he didn't — But read for yourself this powerful and fascinating human document, "The Love I Had to Fight" — a true story so poignant, so deeply moving that the Editors of True Story awarded it a magnificent $1000 prize in a recent true story manuscript contest. You will find it complete in True Story Magazine for December. NOW ON THE SCREEN If you would like to see re-enacted before your eyes the stories that have pleased you and touched you and moved you so deeply when you read them in True Story Magazine or heard them in the Friday night broadcasts of the True Story Court of Human Relations, be sure to urge the manager of your local theatre to show every one of the forthcoming True Story Court of Human Relations series sponsored by Columbia Pictures Corporation and based on stories from True Story Magazine. Already thousands of theatres throughout the country have arranged to feature these vivid ten minute dramatizations. Watch for them ! ALSO IN THIS ISSUE EDITORIAL BY BERNARR MACFADDEN • MY STRANGER HUSBAND • THEY HANGED MY SON UNDER THE LINDBERGH ACT— IN WHICH MOTHER GOOCH TELLS THE YEAR'S MOST HEART-RENDING STORY • THE MAN WHO PLAYED SATAN • IN HIS DELIRIUM • WAS IT JUST BIG BROTHER LOVE • AND I WAS THE GUILTY ONE • EVEN THOUGH I WAS A MOTHER I MARRIED FOR MONEY • THE TRUE STORY HOMEMAKER AND MANY OTHER INTERESTING AND HELPFUL FEATURES AND DEPARTMENTS. TUNE IN THE TRUE STORY COURT OF HUMAN RELATIONS EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT. COAST TO COAST NBC RED NETWORK. SEE YOUR LOCAL PAPER FOR NEAREST STATION AND EXACT TIME. PRIZES! True Story DECEMBER-OUT NOW! you have followed the clues, you must have seen the whole picture, and you must feel as we do, that there is something deep and fine, a feeling devoid of sensationalism, and filled with respect, in the manner that Andre Kostelanetz hides his feelings for Lily Pons. Of course, all of us are a little bewildered— and excited. We don't know what will happen next. At any rate, we couldn't be more surprised at Andre's numerous week-end journeys than the colored porter who carries his bags at the Newark Airport. A few weeks ago he scratched his head when he saw Andre alight from the plane, and said: "Mistuh, you all got to inspect this air line every week?" If he only knew! The Tragic Price Mary Marlin Paid for Success {Continued from page 13) escape. Perhaps it is true that everything is written, somewhere, years before it happens; that all our petty decisions are nothing but dust thrown into the wind. Two days before the wedding her telephone rang. "Miss Blaine? There's been an accident! You must come at once!" An accident! He was hurt! Quick! Taxi, Mercy Hospital. Hurry! White walls, shiny floors, starched linen, the smell of antiseptics. A long hallway . . . an open door. He lay very still. A doctor wrote something on a chart. Tenderly she bent over the bed, anxiously looked up at sober faces. Her eyes asked a question. Someone answered. "Concussion." "Will he. . . .?" They looked away. Then, seeming to sense her presence, faintly he opened his eyes. He couldn't speak, but he tried to smile. Vainly tried to smile for the last time at the girl he loved before his face slowly relaxed, his eyes closed, he lay still. . . . They took her home. Somehow the sleepless night dragged by, the endless hours into days. Somehow the master, Time, slowly began the process which partially heals even wounds of the heart. Somehow she finally allowed her maid to answer the phone. "It's your agent, ma'am," she said. "He wants to know about the part." "The part?" "It's a new play. He says it's something you've always wanted to do." ■ "Oh, yes, I remember." Absently she looked down at the furls of satin she held in her hands. A wedding gown, a wedding gown she would never wear. Slowly it slipped from her fingers. "Tell him," she said softly, "tell him 1 shall take the part." DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW JACK BENNY? Then you're due for a series of shocks — all you have to do is read the story about him in the February issue on sale December 23. 76