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lad They Known Vhat Lay Before 'hem, They Might lave Shrunk From 'hat Mad Venture!
iver wanted anything before. He must Ive known it, too. "Will you wish me luck?" he asked. ' think we're pretty good, but this is ■r first try-out over the mike. . . ."
"I do," I told him. "All the luck lire is . . ." And that was how it began. As it med out, he didn't need luck. Hal >bey. with his collegiate orchestra, was _st a natural. As everyone knows now, ^ scoring arrangements, his superb close ►Irmony effects, would have put him «iong the headliners sooner or later (en if it hadn't been for that voice of p. (That same winter Tom Waring i roduced his own close harmony effects. 1 the way. Since then, they've had plenty ( imitators ; some good, some indififert«t. But then it was new and it swept a i lio-mad world like wildfire. ) I wanted to listen in on his audition It I couldn't, of course. It seemed as if i were in the studio forever. But when 1 did come out, I knew he'd made the fide. His cockiness was all gone. But 1 hazel eyes were as big as a little boy's ■ Christmas morning. And then he fcne straight up to my desk and grabbed ■th my hands in his. f You brought me luck, all right!" he sd huskily. "'Small Town Boy Makes I'od!' Listen — I did my stuff and they iled it! I'm all signed up for a spot on sustaining program, right here in loadcast City! Doesn't that make us i'mally acquainted?" I said I guessed it did and I told him i name. I told him how glad I was tit his audition had gone so well. too. • ffly. so he wouldn't guess how crazilv >' heart was beating under my black i in frock.
'I'm trying to get up nerve enough to P< you when you go to lunch. Mollv Gannon!" he (Continued on page 66)
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