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RADIO STARS
SINGS TO A LOST LOVE
him with sternness. For years he never knew what it meant to call his soul his own. He never went out nights without that eternal barrage of questions from his father, ''Where are you going? Whom are you going to see ?"
No doubt his father meant it all for the boy's own good, but parents aren't always the best judges of what is best for our immortal souls. Sometimes in trying to protect us from life, they fail to develop in us the courage to make brave and dangerous decisions.
Firm were his father's orders that he must be in at nine o'clock each night. Perhaps if he had resisted them right at the start, fought his father tooth and nail, he might have grown up to be something more than a timid soul. He might have escaped the awful fate of being Sir Galahad in an age that has no use for Galahads.
From the age of fourteen he began to haunt Engine House Eighty-two in New York. There he found the spot of color in his drab life. Inside the fire house was heaven and he'd gleefully sprint miles to help the fire department put out a fire. With a helmet on his head that almost completely covered his face, he'd sit on the back of a fire engine and beg the firemen to let him go to every fire in the neighborhood. This went
on from the time he was fourteen until he was twentyfour.
It was while he was chasing fire alarms that he met the first serious love of his life, a girl with dark hair and eyes, who lived on the same street as he did. While he was hanging around the fire house he first noticed her smiling at his antics. Till then he hadn't been interested in women. Women — they were nothing but a bunch of softies, always getting mushy and silly.
Then Ellen, clever little Ellen began to draw him out. She asked him about the fires he'd gone to and whether he ever rescued anyone or anything. When he told her about the parrot he'd saved, she stood there looking at him with eyes that revealed how thrilled she was.
Why, she wasn't a mushy kid at all, he concluded. A chap could have a lot of fun talking to her. Timidly he asked her to go with him to the neighborhood movie. Afterwards they stopped at the corner drug store for a soda.
Girls had never paid much attention to Frank. After all, he was an unprepossessing boy, as chunky as could be, and girls in their 'teens don't try to penetrate beneath an unattractive appearance or give a darn about a boy because his heart is pure.
"Here comes Fatty," they {Continued on page 61)
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