Radio stars (July 1933)

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RADIO STARS GRAND SLAM I N HEARTS (Opposite page) Mr. Ace, Ely Cul- bertson, who also knows a little about bridge, and Mrs. Ace. Mr. Ace is deciding that a quick peek into the opponent's hand is worth two finesses any day. (Left) The story of how he wooed—and won—her is a story you'll get an amusing kick out of. By PECCY WELLS THIS is a story of love and adventure and the amazing jig-saw puzzle that circumstances can make out of one's life. It is the story of Goodman Ace and his dumb-cracking better half . . . the gently goofy home- bodies that you know as "Easy Aces." To begin with, Goodman wasn't in love with Jane at all. It was her sister. In the second place, Jane treated him like somebody from the wrong side of the track and wouldn't even let him carry her books home from school. In the third place . . . but let's start at the very beginning. Kansas City, Missouri, the seventh grade of a public school. That's our scene. Goodman Ace is in the grip of that malady known as puppy love. Jane's sister, you know. She was long and languorous and Goodman was just wet enough behind the ears to feed her lollipops and licorice sticks. Jane was chubby and blond and ritzier than Mrs. Astor's plush pony. A fly in the ointment as far as Goodman was concerned. Now, skip a few years. The affair has run the course of true puppy love. Goodman and his light o' love have gone to separate high schools and forgotten each other. Jane is just a memory, faintly irritating to Goodman as the only girl in his life who looked over and talked over his head whenever they met. Came a rainy night in Kansas City. Goodman Ace, now a columnist and dramatic critic on a Kansas City newspaper, started for home. Head down, shoulders hunched against the pelting drops, he started across a street. Wheeee! Something whizzed under his nose, sprayed his legs with slop, and rolled away into the night. He leaped back and looked up. At the wheel of the car that had just grazed him was a blond girl, bare-headed and oblivious of the storm. Jane! THE memory of her raced back into his consciousness, the memory of how she had ritzed him. For years they hadn't met. Did she live in the same old house? Would she still tilt her nose at the sight of him? He waited a half hour and then went to a telephone. Her number was there. When he called her, she answered. "I just want to punish and bore you," he told her. "I Mrs. Ace ritzed Mr. Ace completely when they met—during their very salad days