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RADIO STARS LITTLE'S SECRET Jack's hand shook a little as he squeezed some shav- ing cream on his brush. "Oh. I'll get a bit of rest today and then I'll work with the boys on it this evening." "Yes. I know," Tea sighed. "Then you'll go out and have something to drink with the boys and then you'll start around to the night clubs and you won't get home until dawn again." "Well, it's business," he protested irritably through billows of lather. "I have to see that my songs are played around the right places or they won't sell." "But Jack, you don't have to stay around carous- ing till all hours. You hang around with a bunch of leeches who'll forget you fast enough when you're sucked dry." "Well, a guy's got to be a good fellow once in a while," he sputtered through handfuls of cold water. "Yes," she flared, "but he doesn't have to be a sucker." Then contritely. "W^hat do you want for breakfast ?" "Oh, just a cup of coffee," he said wearily. "I don't feel very well this morning." THE morning sun streamed through the farm win- dow and gleamed on the silver hair of the little old lady who sat rocking before her radio. She heard the station chimes, and smiled. In a moment she would near him. Then came a few wandering piano chords and the deep throaty melody of Little Jack Little. She leaned back contentedly. But after the first few notes drifted through the loudspeaker, the smile left her face and she sat up straight. Something was still wrong. The laughter had not come back to his music. His voice seemed strained. He must be sick, poor lad. As the last of the music died away, she switched ofT the set and went sadly about her tasks. The sun had gone down, and in his bedroom, Little Jack Little was humming as he gave a final deft twist to the black bow tie. He stepped back to admire his well-fit- ting dinner clothes. "I hate to see-ee-ee that (Continued on page 49) "Lit+le By Little" plays Jack. But there was no "little by little" business about Jack's change of heart and character a while ago Jack used to be a playboy -the gayest on Broadway. It nearly ruined his health. It seriously endangered his career. Then, suddenly, he changed . . .