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RADIO STARS'
Miss Swarthout and her husband, Frank Chaf man, enjoy a salad composed of aH availak greens and served in an informal wooden bov Cheese is served in a squat brown jug.
Would you set a tempting table? Try Gladyi Swarthouts recipe
GREETINGS, friends and Radio Fans : One night, on the famous staircase of the Metropolitan Opera House in New York, a friend nudged me and said : "Look, there's Gladys Swarthout !"
"Where?" I asked eagerly, looking over the throng of beautifully gowned women, trying in vain to see someone who, I thought, resembled an opera singer.
"There! Over there, stupid," my friend whispered frantically. Then, forgetting her manners and the elegance of our surroundings, she pointed to a group of men surrounding and almost completely hiding, a petite, becomingly attired young person with black hair, flashing black eyes and the most delightful figure. No buxom prima donna was this star of the operatic stage and the air waves but a young lady I had mistaken for a society debutante ! No wonder the movies plan to star her, too, and in the very near future !
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BY NANCY WOOD
" Well, if that's Gladys Swarthout," I said, after looking long and enviously, "it just isn't fair that any one person should have that lovely voice and be so beautiful in the bargain."
"And wait till you meet her !" replied my friend, enthusiastically. "Then you'll discover that not only is she lovely to look at and to listen to, but she also is a gracious hostess and a devoted wife."
Well, Radio Fans, what would you do if you heard anyone described in such glowing terms? In the first place you wouldn't believe a word of it (I know I didn't) and in the second place you'd make up your mind that you'd jolly well meet this paragon of virtues. "No one person," you'd think, "could combine all those qualities."
Maybe not, as a general rule, but I'm here to tell you that Gladys Swarthout does !
It is my duty, however (and a very pleasant one it is), as head of Radio
Stars Cooking School to describ Gladys to you principally in the bt coming role of hostess. And as th very first step let's supply a fram for her portrait by describing he charming home.
The apartment house in whic Miss Swarthout lives is over in th fashionable East End Avenue dis trict of New York — a section mad popular by its proximity to the Eas River, with its swiftly flowing cur rent, wheeling gulls and chugginj boats. From the living-room of tfo apartment you get a lovely view o this river scene through wide win dows whose blue Venetian blind, (used instead of sash curtains) an flanked by lovely drapes which swee{ down and on to the floor like th< train of a grande dame's evening gown.
The furniture in this room is de signed for comfort as well as beaut) and does not cling frantically to an) set period or color scheme. Mini tures in oval {Continued on page 73
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