Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

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fl\ £? 1LIKE to think that somehow, somewhere, John and I would have met under any circumstances. Ours was that kind of love — the kind in which we knew each other the instant we saw each other, the kind that seemed fated. Nevertheless, practically, I know that if it hadn't been for the war, John would never have left his home town of Maple Falls for service at a sunbaked air field in the Middle East, would never have arrived, finally, at the rest center near my home city of Corona. If it hadn't been for the war, per haps I would have1 been married by the time I was twenty-three, to one of the boys I'd known in high school — one of the boys who had marched away from Corona so soon after Pearl Harbor. If it hadn't been for the war, I wouldn't have been a hostess at the center, wouldn't, on the night I met John, have been dancing with Philip Hurst, a blond, brash, laughing boy who was almost exactly like hundreds of other boys I'd met in the years I'd been going to the center dances. I was laughing at Philip's compliments — the usual extravagant compliments — par On her wedding day,. Beth knew for the" first time how it felt to be unwanted A CASE HISTORY FROM JOHN J. ANTHONY'S FILES 19