Radio stars (Sept 1933)

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RADIO STARS Here is Mrs. Barton and her eight youngsters. Yes, they're all hers. The oldest, Jimmy, is thirteen. The youngest, Paddy, is three. How many women would have held on to career ambitions with this tribe to bring up? S H E DARED TO HAVE A CAREER That age-old question—can a woman have children and a career? Well, Fran- ces Lee Barton dared to have both— and—but read the story By KATHARINE KEYES WMKX a woman is old-fashioned enough to want children and modern enough to want a career, what happens to her? Frances Lee Barton can tell you. Not during her broadcasts of the General Foods Cooking School of the .Air, because that time is devoted to recii)es and a hundred happy ways of making better things to eat. But if you can get her aside in her immaculate radio kitchen and reach behind the screen of her mind, you will learn much. For in her mind she has settled a lot of questions that disturb so many of us. Babies, for instance. Where do they fit into the life qf an ambitious, talented wfnnan ? The old wives' tales you hear ^av that babies invariably frustrate a career, that the girl who seeks what she blindly calls "life" can never become a successful mother; that, like oil and water, the two won't mix. B)Ut won't they? Listen to this story of Frances Lee P)arton. To begin with, she was not Frances Barton at all. She was a school girl in Maryland . . . and then in Western State College. For a while, Kalamazoo, Michi- gan was her home. Her life was neither brilliant nor dull. Acting in home talent plays, giving dramatic read- ings for clubs, partying, hiking, swimming—these were the placid currents that moved her toward maturity. And then, with a s]>lash and a swirl, she fell in love, was married, became a part of Kalamazoo's steady-moving, unimportant group of young married folk. Now, what of her dreams and desires? I can imagine her, swinging in a hammock in the cool of a summer afternoon, wondering if the most life held for her was this niche in a small town's affairs. In her mind were the things we have all heard, no doubt ... if you want a career, don't have children; they bind one down; you can never escajje until it is too late. I'm sure she rejected all those things, else how did she ever survive? But that's ahead of my story. .She is newly married. .And soon, the first babv is on the way. When he is born they name him Jimmy. If you are one of her regular listeners, you have heard him on the air Once he told how {Continued on page 42) 24