Radio mirror (May-Oct 1934)

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Jolson's career had him frouping so many years he never could call any place home but radio and Ruby made if different Then came the commercial, with Ai clowning through it in pantomime, and again he took the air to thank some fan thousands of miles away, and sing a special song for her. Eventually the hour ended, and the autograph seekers swept forward in a tidal wave of enthusiasm engulfing Al and Paul, and snatching Bert from the audience on the crest of its emotion. I managed to get Al's ear before the mob — not literally, y'understand, just in a manner of speaking. "Say, Al, I wanta see you a minute . . . story for "Radio Mirror". . . !■' And as I was tossed back by the tide, I heard : "Scram to the hotel . . . I'll be right over . . . gotta 'phone Ruby. . . !" He was there when I arrived, and by the one-sided conversation I knew he had Hollywood and Ruby Keeler on the wire. Not a day passes but he calls her — and usually long-distance collects several tolls for doing its bit in the romance of Ruby and Al. "Yes, darlin' . . ." "No, honey. . . ." "Yes, baby " That's the way it went, and there was no doubt left but what Kid Cupid had come to Broadway and copped Al Jolson's heart. Yet, Al, Beau Broadway, himself, the Spirit of the Winter Garden, Lord of Lindy's, the Rajah of Reuben's, is no longer the ramblin' rose of the Great White Way. He's married now. And likes it. Al's very much in love. Finally there were good-night kisses that must have made the wires warm. "I'll call her again in a coupla hours," he said with that boyish grin, "gee, she's a swell kid!" That wasn't news. He continued : "That's one thing 1 like about radio. It gives a guy a chance to be home. I don't believe in these trans-continental marriages. Nix, not for Ruby and me. That's why we got the house in Westchester. We'll be together there. I'll come in and do a broadcast and we can be home by midnight. Can't do that in the theatre. And the movies — ^well — you see how it is. I'm here — she's out there in Hollywood. "I don't want her to make any more pictures. She doesn't either. TTiisll be her last one. Leisure, home and ^ftg^ that it'll be radio for both of Rubron'd °M ±1 »^ Of fO^\^' '"^ybe we'll change and they'll get it our minds. {Contttmed on page 69) 7 |i i