Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

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What cdn a girl do when her heart says eflove", xbut his eyes say only \ "friendship"? Helen Donald didn't do anything — and that was just right o ' 1 By MRS. PETER DONALD UR love story really belongs to radio. It began in Radio City and has never wandered far from the microphones. I never will forget the first time I met Peter. <«** It was shortly after I'd left my sophomore year at Massachusetts State College to seek a radio career. I had done some work in summer stock and also in plays at school, and was convinced I wanted to become a radio actress. I didn't know many people in New York, and it was rather lonely at first, because breaks in radio don't come overnight. Peter was just beginning to make a name for himself", he was doing a number of important shows. Mutual friends had been "singing his praises to me several weeks before we actually met. "You'll just adore Peter Donald," they'd cry whenever his name came up. They gave him a terrific build-up, so that when we did meet, I was terribly taken aback when he smiled briefly. "I've heard so much about you," I said, and in this case it was an understatement. ■"* "It's been swell meeting you," he said, "I'm sorry I've got to run." In a moment he was gone. I felt completely let down. Instead of the charming guy with the delightful sense of humor that my friends had been raving about, I found a preoccupied young man, who obviously was in a hurry to break away. Anyway, I was used to college boys with sport clothes and crew cuts, and smooth, dapper radio stars didn't seem to be my type. I was to find out later that he was rushing over to register for the draft (you see, that was October 1940 — October 16th, to be exact) and he was late. But the fact remained that we got off on what is popularly known as the • wrong foot. About a week later I bumped into Peter in the famous Kauffman Bedrick Drug Store. That's the drug store in Rockefeller Plaza where all radio people gather before and after shows and rehearsals. I had just had my first dramatic audition with NBC. I was terribly upset and excited; I was so anxious to know if I'd made the grade. "Hi, Helen Janis," he greeted, and I was surprised that he remembered my name, "You look as if you're as far down in the dumps as I am." Over our cokes I told him about (Continued on page 74) ^=5* 41