Radio mirror (May-Oct 1936)

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RADIO M I R R O R Microphone Masquerade (Continued from page 47) that Maxey, he thinks of everything. Now, Jimmy, you shave and get dressed. In a little while there is the audition." "Jake, if only I could stop for a minute on the way over to the building, and call my girl. She must be half crazy." "You think the audition will be at the building? You are crazy. It will be right here in the hotel. Maxey fixed that, lie does not see any reason to have anyone who might know you see you till the contract is signed. Then, he has to take his chances. But Maxey does not take extra chances. Get dressed, Jimmy White." He went back into the front room to sit with Utsy. Jimmy heard him say: "Utsy, soon it will be my birthday. On my birthday, Utsy, will you give me a present and smile or cry or something, just so your face will look a little different? Never have I been so tired of a face, Utsy." There was no answer. Jimmy got up and started to shave. Jake was right. As long as he was valuable to Maxey, he would live. Maybe Hal McCabe's voice would be ruined forever, and he'd have to stay on, but then what of Madge? Well, maybe the famous Hal McCabe would be able to marry a stenographer. If he was famous, he would have the same grip on Maxey that McCabe had had. Maybe. He washed his face, and put on his clothes — McCabe's clothes. He went outside. Jake was reading a tabloid, and Utsy was sitting by the door, whittling a matchstick. Sometimes he whittled matchsticks, and sometimes he just sat and stared at his hands. JIMMY said: "I'm ready whenever you are, Jake." Jake nodded. "You would not like a drink? That is right. It would steady your nerves, but you cannot drink and sing. too. That was McCabe's trouble. He liked liquor." The phone rang, then. Jake picked it up, said "Yes" into it a couple of times, and set it back again. "Come on, Jimmy White. Come on and sing." Utsy said: "Face." It was as long a speech as he ever made. "Yeah, oh yeah," Jake answered. "Come here, Jimmy White. Now you must age twenty years." He hummed: 'His hair turned white in a single night,' as he rubbed cream into Jimmy's slick hair, put eye shadow under his eyes. "Come on then. boy. If Maxey has done his part, it will not be necessary to look too good. Come on, boy." Utsy followed them out of the room. He followed them down the corridor to the front of the hotel; but he let them go on into Maxey Corvallis's room alone. There were glasses and bottles around. Maxey Corvallis, Maxey the Greek, had been entertaining: his guests were gay. to say the least. Maxey introduced them: Hal McCabe and his manager Jake Loeb, and Mr. Wallace of the Wallace Manufacturing Company and his advertising manager, Mr. McLane. Jimmy felt like a boxer entering the ring. "Go on and sing, Hal," Maxey said. "We need some sweet music." Jimmy looked at Jake. The fat man was sweating: he kept getting between Jimmy and the sponsors, keeping the men from looking too closely at Jimmy. "Yes, Hal, that is right," Jake said. "You sing now, so you can get back to your room. Just like a race horse, he is, gentlemen. 1 must put him to bed. rub him down, handle him with kid gloves. my husband says it's a MILLIONAIRE'S DISH "JOHN'S fussy about food and seasonJ ings. It's not often he gets enthusiastic. But I don't think I ever serve Franco-American Spaghetti that he doesn't say, 'This is positively the finest spaghetti I ever tasted ! ' Helps me save "Franco-American not only costs very little itself, but helps me save on other dishes, too. It makes inexpensive cuts of meat so tasty and tempting. It combines wonderfully with left-overs. And I often have it for lunch or supper in place of meat. It's the biggest help I know in planning 'economy' meals we really enjoy eating!" Far and wide FrancoAmerican is becoming known as "the spaghetti with the extra good sauce." The cheese and 'tomato are combined in exactly the right proportions. The seasoning is so skilfully done. There's plenty of zest, but no strong over -seasoning; instead, you find a subtle blend of flavors, a delicate piquancy that delights you anew every time you taste it. Yet a can all ready to heat and serve is usually no more than ten cents, actually less than 3c a portion. You couldn't prepare spaghetti at home for so little. Think of all the different ingredients you need for the sauce (FrancoAmerican chefs use eleven!), the cost of cooking them, the time and troubleit takes. It's decidedly more economical to buy FrancoAmerican. Order several cans today. MADE BY THE MAKERS OF CAMPBELL'S SOUPS 63