Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

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WOHL SHOE COMPANY • SAINT LOUIS, MISSOURI 76 of dancing. If you've once been gay, once been happy, you never forget how t it feels. I lay awake a long time that night, thinking. I wasn't blaming myself for having had a good time — thank heaven, I wasn't so foolish as to believe that it was wrong for me to have a good time, or that having enjoyed myself was something to be ashamed of. It was simply that I couldn't understand why I had enjoyed myself. How could I have fun with another man? Why would being out with anyone but Ken be fun? How could I do, with this comparative stranger, the things, so dear to me, that I had done with Ken, and enjoy them, instead of having them bring home my loss more desperately to me? PHIL took his vacation the next week, and went home to see his mother and father. And I missed him — there was no hiding that fact from myself. I hadn't realized, until he was gone, how he had lightened the dull routine of the days — indeed, I hadn't realized how dull the routine of the days had been before he came along. The lone company of Cassy, I found, was not enough — oh, not nearly enough. Even the occasional visits of Myra and Smooch, on their way to some important dog-andchild business of their own, didn't help much. You're an awful fool, Penny, I told myself. Phil's just a friend — why on earth shouldn't you have friends? It's not good for you to sit alone and mope; certainly you can't do it for the rest of your life. The world has to be faced, not hidden from — the sooner you learn to face it, stand up to it, the better. It isn't as if Phil were a beau or a suitor — that would be dreadful, hateful! But he's just a friend, a companion — and what's wrong with that? There was nothing wrong with it, I finally convinced myself, and there was no disguising the fact that I was glad to see Phil when he finally came back. It was dinner time, and I was feeding ANSWERS TO RADIO-I-Q: 1. a) Lionel Barrymore b) Brian Aherne c) Herbert Marshall d) Roland Young e) Basil Rathbone 2. American Broadcasting Company 3. a) ... Evelyn Winters b) . . . Family c) . . . Marries 4. Perry Como 5. La Verne, Maxene & Patty 6. a) Inventor b) Doctor c) Actress 7. a) FBI In Peace and War b) This Is Your FBI 8. Jo Lyons 9. a) True b) True c) False d) True 10. a) Bob Hawk b) Ralph Edwards c) Clifton Fadiman 11. a) Raymond Swing b) Walter Winchell c) Paul Schubert d) Lowell Thomas 12. Don McNeill 13. John Charles Thomas 14. Homer Brown