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RADIO STARS
By Helen Hover
Parker is more than a singer. He's one of radio's most handsom e young artists.
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of Bohemian. You can guess it from his happy-go-lucky manner. At any rate, Frank hung around New York's colorful Greenwich Village, melting pot of artists and unconventionals. Soon the stage bug hit him. It just had to happen. He got a job as chorus man in the "Greenwich Village Follies." But no singing, mind you. That was still a sore spot with him.
CRANK promptly fell in love with the young prima I donna of the show. He never expected anything to come of it for he was just one of the boys who served as a background while she stood in the center of the stage bathed in a flood of lights. But he made up his mind that he was going to walk right over to her some day and ask her out to dinner.
There's something about Frank that makes him almost irresistible to women. Perhaps it's because of his lithe, young build. Because of his boyish, handsome features. Because of his charming, irresponsible nature. His curly hair never lies so flat that a woman couldn't smooth it down. His tie never lies so perfectly that a woman couldn't fuss with it. I tell you all of this so that you may understand how perfectly natural it was for the star of the show to throw all pride to the winds and accept an invita
tion to dinner from this chorus boy.
FRANK discovered that this leading lady wasn't a haughty, temperamental star. She was only a year or two older than he, but her driving ambition had already sailed her to the top. She was all wrapped up in her work, and as she spoke about the stage and about singing, her eyes sparkled with animation. Frank had never come across a girl like her. When he left her that evening his heart was as light as a balloon. He was in love. And how he was in love !
Life suddenly was different — dinner every night with her. They talked endlessly of careers. Then one day he poured out the story of the childish humiliation that had made him detest his voice.
"I knew you could sing," shi breathed. "I'm sure you're a fine singer. Go back to it."
After the show, she would sit down at the piano and Frank stood beside her. his lyric tenor soaring lightly and vibrantly to the dustiest corners of the theatre. They were two dark shadows on the dimly-lit stage, all alone. Frank's career, his whole future was in the making. He was going to be a singer. She was seeing to that.
"Wouldn't it be. wonderful if (Continued on page 77)
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