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RADIO STARS
A PARTY WITH
AND ALLEN
How would you like to be invited to the Burns and Allen apartment for one of their famous midnight suppers? Well, come along, then, and meet all the famous radio folk in a festive mood
tide. He'll go on forever if he keeps his health."
The feminine trio of the air famous sextet are bending over — well, who would ever guess it? — a jig-saw puzzle. It's a fishing scene in Holland. So far they've pieced together, a bit of sea, the sail of a fishing vessel, the boots of a fisherman, a fisherman's wife in a bright blue dress. Keep on, girls. You'll complete it in the sweet bye-andbye.
"I'm just crazy about jig-saws," Sadie Benny remarks— she is called by her baptismal name — "I never give one of them up even if it takes all night."
Sadie Benny's in emerald green crepe. Ummm — it's smart. Mrs. Pearl is in black velvet. Notice the high neck in front and the low decollette in back. Startling but very, very chic. That's Ethel Shutta kibitzing the puzzle. Glamorous is a good term for her. Her hair is so blond and her face so alive. Don't you go for those big puffed sleeves of her black crepe dress?
WHAT a nice smile George Olsen has. ried, vou
"Aw, George, there you go again!"
They're marknow, and have two romping boys at home. No wonder Ethel grows more radiant as time goes on. Who wouldn't, living under the same roof with his cheerful disposition?
"Here's part of the dress " Ethel picks up a blue tinted tidbit, in the shape of a lizard, from the scrambled pieces of the puzzle and attempts to fit it into the picture.
Have a bon-bon or a salted nut. Help yourself from the small silver dishes of them. That's what Grade put them there for. Mh! Delicious! And that crystallized fruit ! Sent from Hollywood to Gracie by Joan Crawford.
Porta Hoffa is eating one, there in turquoise blue. So's her husband, Fred Allen. It's nice to see them. They seldom step out. It takes a Burns and Allen fete to entice them from their own fireside.
Now look to the right, lads and lassies. There's a cluster of stars, for you. Hah! The one and only Eddie himself and the only girl in the world for him — Mrs. Eddie Cantor. She's in New York from their Hollywood home to pay him a visit.
That's Barbara Bennett Downey dashing away from them. She reaches the telephone. Dials a number.
"How's the baby?" she asks in anxious maternal tones.
The answer pleases her. She rejoins the group.
"How is he?" asks the baby's daddy. Morton Downey, who's growing less and less (Continued on page 38)