Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

IN NEW POSTWAR WRAPPERS The next time you ask for your favorite chewing gums— WARREN'S Fruit Cocktail and WARREN'S Mint Cocktail — they may look -different. But they're the same old friends in new wrappers. WARREN'S chewing gums have become so popular, we felt they deserved more beautiful packages. And here they are — newly dressed — but the same in size, quality and unique flavor. Fruit Cocktail is a combination of natural and artificial fruit flavors. Mint Cocktail is a blend of^ natural spearmint and peppermint. It's a WARREN'S idea: Popular chewing gum flavors, like boy and girl, are "Better Voqeike^!'' In a recent consumer survey conducted by an independent research organization, WARREN'S Chewing Gum was voted better than a 10-to-l favorite. WARREN'S CHEWING GUM Bowman Gum, Inc., Philadelphia 44, Pa,' forever fhe superb *• J £t part of a ship that is an -te^ tnakesita"thtng2b <h ttea. of being en""f£ar to your heart sures so neat ^ea N# Pa. WesT Branch Chest . ^^^ it R 88 "TUc nvsaeuC unit* cv^Jtwui said I did, so we went to The Eagle's Nest. The Eagle's Nest, we discovered, was one of the unusual places that visitors to New York rarely find. It was clean and cheery, even though the murals were slightly outlandish. Some ambitious artist had mixed colors at random, ornamenting the walls with a brush that must have been used for house-painting. Everything about the place made us laugh: the "good music" cab driver Malcolm had told us about was a three-piece organization which included a banjo player who never stopped grinning, the proprietor was an enormous fellow who told us he had been a ship's cook for seventeen years. But the biggest surprise was that Malcolm came into the place with us and introduced us to the proprietor. THIS is me brother-in-law, Chink Moiphy," he said, pointing a thumb at the mammoth host. "Chink can really rassle them pots. And his ersters is out of this woild." Chink beamed and said he'd be glad to try for us, and if we wanted some spaghetti on the side it would be no trouble. Barnsley never lost that amazed expression. He agreed it would be nice to try the "ersters," but suggested that maybe we could have something warming on such a cold night. We settled for a bottle of sauterne that went with the meal. There were not many people in the place, just a few other tables were occupied; but there was a sociability about the atmosphere of the little tavern that brightened our hearts. And all at once things started to happen. A man from another table came over and introduced himself to us. He said he and his wife were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary and he'd like us to drink a toast to their wedded bliss. Then the amazing band began to play and everybody began dancing. Chink Murphy, the proprietor, raised his voice in song; and everybody joined in. Barnsley took my hand and led me to the tiny dance floor. There wasn't much room for fancy stepping, but that was satisfactory to Barnsley and me. We waltzed to the strains of the funny little band and loved it. It's funny how everybody thinks his or her dancing is the best; and we were no exception to the rule. Maybe it was the lift of the wine, maybe it was the genuine conviviality of the people around us — surely it was the fact that Barnsley and I were dancing together for the first time. My heart and soul were singing and there was only the consciousness that such enjoyment would have to end to bring me back to reality from time to time. And it was at such times that I'd rest my head on Barnsley's shoulder as we danced. We didn't talk much, but once ] startled Barnsley by asking him what his folks called him when he was a little boy. "They called me Barney. Why?" "Because my folks always called me Willie." He stopped dancing for a moment, looked into my eyes. "Willie Snyder. Why that's wonderful! From now on I'll call you Willie." That was the moment I had been planning for all those months in my subconscious. As I looked into his eyes I saw something that brought us closer,