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Mrs. Eddie Cantor tells what it means to Eddie to have a boy.
A BOY AT LAST..!
Meet Bobby Breen, Eddie Cantor's delightful "adopted son"
MY HUSBAND has a special reason, this year, for being glad that Summer's on the way. Summer means baseball. And baseball, to Eddie, means that for the first time lie's going to have an eager, enthusiastic small-boy companion at the games, instead of an inattentive and secretly bored daughter.
He can sit in the bleachers at Yankee Stadium and the Polo Grounds with this companion, sharing the masculine excitement over home-runs and other events that seem so important to men and boys. He'll have a grimy little hand thrust into his, and a breathless little voice shouting in his ear: "Gee, Uncle Eddie, look at that fellow slide home !"
You see, after having l>een the only male in a household of women for many years, Eddie's now enjoying the thrill of having a boy around. And is he enjoying it ! There's a perpetual smile tugging at his lips and a sparkle in his big brown eyes. Of course, he's very fond of our five daughters, but there always has been a grain of truth in his radio jokes about his wish for a "little son."
The boy in our home — in case you haven't heard — is a wiry, curly-haired bundle of mischief and talent, named Bobby Breen. He has taken Eddie by storm. He's just eight years old and even at this tender age has quite
a long life-story. For the past several weeks, he has been appearing on Eddie's broadcasts. He sings divinely — his voice brought tears to my husband's eyes the first time he heard it — and he plays the radio role of "adopted son."
Bobby lives a short distance away from us, with his pretty sister, Sally, but I think he spends more time at our place than he does at home. He's with us every day in the week, dashing in and out energetically, rehearsing with Eddie and helping to select songs for the programs.
My husband says: "Bobby's a natural-horn actor. Hi needs practically no direction at all. He memorizes bis songs in only a few minutes and his voice — why, it's extraordinary !"
And Bobby?
"It's wonderful, working with Uncle Eddie," he tells anyone who cares to listen. "He's so encouraging to me. We're great pals !"
They're full of plans for the future. To make a mo* tion picture together is their mutual dream. And the baseball games, of course. Football in the fall. \\ hy, they've even thought so far ahead that they're hoping to be in California for the Rose Bowl game on New Year's Day, 1937! {Continued on page °0)
By Mrs. Eddie Cantor
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