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RADIO STARS J can't think of any better way than this ... so, guess 'who this is?" Instead of hanging up, Jane guessed and guessed. Outside it was still raining. Jane had no place to go, neither did Ace, so they talked on and on, Ace stoutly refusing to reveal his identity. "I'll telephone you," he said by way of conclusion, "the next time it rains." Well, it didn't rain. Not for weeks. Ace kept his promise all that hot, droughty summer. Many a time he went to the phone and put it down again. At last, a thin summer shower spattered across the city. He rushed to the instrument. Got Jane at the other end. "Here I am," he said. "I was afraid you'd forget," she answered. "But who are you?" "Goodman Ace, remember me?" The sound of a sharply drawn breath came over the wire. "Oh, you're the boy . . ." Goodman interrupted like the expert tactician he is. "I'm working for a newspaper and I can wangle a couple of tickets for Al Jolson's show tomorrow night. Will you come?" Jane was cautious. "What do you do on the paper ?" In the privacy of his phone booth, Goodman's face turned red. He was a columnist. His name was signed to all his stories . . . and she'd never even heard of him. "I sell 'em," he lied. "Got a dandy stand on a busy corner. What do you say?" "I'd love it." That was the start of the romance that was eventually to lead to the broadcasting studio. WINNING Jane was no easy job. Goodman remem- bers. The family didn't help either. Her brother, Howard, always met Ace at the door and escorted him into the sitting room where he pointed to a soft comfort- able chair and said. "Albert sat there last night." Albert, you see, was Goodman's rival. The father didn't think much of a newspaper man. neither did the mother. But {Continued on page 50) Years later, Mr. Ace decided he would get even-with results neither expected 25