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Dick leaves singing in the shower to Charlotte. He prefers to do his while shaving.
It was love at first sight on his part. With her, it took a little longer — maybe second, maybe third. But ever since it's been equally divided!
By CHARLOTTE MANSON BROWN
Who but those in love go in for such shenanigans, Charlotte's maid seems to be wondering.
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Dick doesn't mind standing still for a measurement, has hopes that the sweater will be finished.
Charlotte Manson is on Brighter Day, M-F, 2:45 P.M. EST, CBS, sponsored by Ivory Flakes; Nick Carter, Sun., 6:30 P.M. EST, MBS, sponsored by Cudahy Packing.; Twenty Questions, Fri. 8 P.M. EST, WOR-TV, Sat. 8 P.M. EST, MBS, sponsored by Ronson. She does fashion commentary for DuMont'g Yesterday's Newsreels. Dick Brown's on Stop the Music, Sun. 8 P.M. EST, ABC, sponsored by Old Golds and Trimount Clothing.
It was a year ago last October in New York City. The sun was shining and the air was
crisp and cool. Dick and I walked, hand in hand, around the corner from our apartment to register for the November election. The gray-haired lady at the table looked up at us and smiled warmly. It must have been obvious that we were newlyweds and that we were very much in love. She turned to me first:
Name — Mrs. Richard Brown (as of three days before).
Address — Gave it.
Age — Over twenty-one (just like a woman) .
While I waited my turn at the registration booth, I heard Dick going through much the same routine. But the gray-haired lady asked him one additional question.
Occupation — Singer.
Wondering why she hadn't asked me that question, I sneaked a quick look at the registration book. Across from my name was written one word: Housewife.
That stopped me cold. After all those years of living a butterfly existence as Charlotte Manson, Cinderella Girl of Radio, I was now plain Mrs. Richard Brown, housewife. It was a wonderful feeling. Ever since I was a little girl, entranced by Grimm's Fairy Tales, I've always liked to imagine what happened after the "happily ever (Continued on page 80)
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