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Came to JESSIC/
[AVE you ever been in
love with a man who
was so jealous of you that he made life a neverending torment? Someone who suspected your every move and gesture and refused to listen to reason?
Once Jessica Dragonette faced that problem. Hesitatingly, timidly, as though the
embers of her love still burnt her like a searing flame, she told me the story of her first romance — a story she has never breathed before.
Her problem was no different from yours and mine. 1 think Jessica decided it wisely. Jessica Dragonette fell in love with and was adored by a young man who was devoured by jealousy. He was jealous of her work; of the
Here's a surprise— a fine story that tells for the first time the romantic experience of the girl who has supposedly avoided love
time she spent singing; jealous of the men who surrounded her in the studio; of the radio fans who wrote her. The greeneyed goddess possessed him mind, body and soul!
For awhile, she refused to face this trait in him, allowed her young, ardent love to override this drawback. But in time she realized that love cannot survive a hotbed o( petty accusations, of anger and recriminations, of pleas for forgiveness. And so, bravely and determinedly, her little chin squarely raised, her head high, Jessica Dragonette gave up he"r sweetheart, her dreams of love and a home. She became a little more aloof, a little more reserved, fearful lest she might some day give herself away. And above all, she decided there would be no regrets.
DRAGONETTE
by MARY
Illustrated by T.
But let's go back to 1929. when Jessica's golden voice had already established this slip of a girl, scarcely out of her teens, as the radio queen. Men surrounded her at each broadcast: they wrote her ardent notes, the kind you would expect any young and beautiful and successful girl in the public eye to receive. One man sent her flowers each week; she got enough boxes of candy to open a store. A few men got her telephone number, and paid ardent court over the phone.
While she appreciated their interest, the fair Jessica was interested in none of them. For the time being her absorption in her work, in the daily round of practice, lessons in half a dozen languages, sufficed. Sing she must: it is because of her singing that she gave up love.
Singing always will come first with Jessica. "If I didn't sing," she told me. "I'd die."
JACOBS
D. SKIDMORE
Unexpectedly, love came into
In i life. Wlnle answering hei
fan mail one morning, she came
across a note, so sincere and
i'i lung that she couldn't help
singling it out. "I've been listening to you lor two years,"
it read, "and this is ihe first lime I've written. I wonder
if you appreciate just what your singing means to
There was no signature, no way of identifying the wriler. The next week another note came, in the same handwril ing. Then another. Then some lovely lea roses. More flowers. Candy. A hook of poetry. Stiil no name.
Being a normally curious girl, Jessica's interest was aroused. Who was Ihis mysterious admirer who admitted }„■ h,,l l.illen in love with her VOl'i I ertainly his lasles and hers coincided m books and flowers, in the little revealing liungs he wrote. Just when her curiosity was (Continued on page 74)
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