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RADIO STARS Lee Sims and the motorboat which he loves so much. (Right) Lee Sims and the wife—llomay Bailey—whom he loves so much. Yes, even more than the boat. By JAMES C. LITTLE THE MUSIC OF LOVE That's what Lee Sims taught llomay Bailey when she came to him for lessons in the art of piano-playing ADREARY day in November, four years ago. Rain pelted from murky heavens and the L trains circling about Chicago's Loop had shiny hacks like snakes, l.ee Sims sat alone in his studio. Somehow, the sombre- ness of the elements had gotten him in their mood. His fingers wandered casually over the black keys of the huge grand piano. Four years ago, remember, he was just on the threshold of the radio fame that is his today. Just tasting the sweet juices of success as an NBC artist. As he played, fantastic minor chords fluttered their brief moments and died. Melodies trailed off into noth- ingness. There was the patter of the rain on the windows and the ghostly music of soft pedaled strings. Hut for this, silence, a silence filled with fragrant pipe smoke. Suddenly the door hurst open. Lee looked up to see a smiling face, a wet mass of auburn hair and a huge, animated raccoon coat. He almost knocked the piano bench over as he jumped to his feet, llomay Bailey! He'd seen her the night before at the Oriental Theatre. The prima donna of Paul Ash's spectacular revue. "Where's your hat?" involuntarily blurted from his lips. Imagine a prima donna going about without a hat. Was she crazy? What about her voice? Did she want to ruin it? You know how singers' throats are. But then, he didn't wear a hat either. But then again, he didn't sing. "Never wear one. Love the rain in my face. Like to get my hair wet. How about a few lessons, Mr. Sims?" Lee's tongue was numb, but his brain was whirling. What a girl! What a beautiful speaking voice and how she could sing. Wow! Bet she liked speed boats; bet she played tennis; bet she could hike and drive a car. She was at home in the out-of-doors, the kind of out-of- doors he loved. "I've found her," thought Lee. I'D be glad to give you lessons." came the mundane reply from the wizard of the ivories. "Start any time yon like, right now. if you wish. Please pardon my opening question." "Oh, that's all right. T must look a little wild. I'm going to he in town for 26 weeks, and 1 thought if I polished up my piano I might use it in my act. May I pay lor my lessons ahead of time? Then I'll he sure to stick it." llomay gave him a check for $30(1 She never took a lesson. She never got her money back. Before the 26 weeks were up she had married the guy. In place of lessons had been long drives. (Continued on pti(ic-16) 13