Radio mirror (May-Oct 1934)

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THE To Beginning fhe thrilling drama of famebuilding behind the microphones where a jobless vaudeville comedian became a national fdvorife and fate juggled the loves and fortunes of a radio star OBY MALONE, who did songs and funny sayings before this radio fad ruined vaudevillie, had a dollar and a yen for onion soup. At the corner of Fifty-second Street and Sixth Avenue he gazed east toward Fifth and tried to decide just what little restaurant would have the best onion soup and sufficient additional food to make it worth while. Toby wasn't a conspicuous figure in the Broadway area. His clothes fitted too well and were just a little too vivid but that wasn't unusual on Broadway. He did have a nice grin on a somewhat comic face. He thought rather well of himself and of his appearance but that was quite traditional. Fifty-second Street, between Fifth and Sixth Avenues, if you know your Manhattan, is a street of many little restaurants. Before a certain national event known as Repeal, there were more speakeasies on this particular block than any other in mid-Manhattan. Came the time of licensed liquor and the speaks became restaurants. Food remained good and liquor became cheaper. The sign in front of a cozy little basement place caught Toby's eye. "Le Pierrot" it said. It sounded French and onion soupish. The absence of a 12