Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1951)

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But when he comes home, I want him to leave his game out on the course. He has a horrible habit of practicing his drives and shots around the house with the result that three of our nicest pieces of furniture have been damaged — two chairs in the living room and a commode in the bedroom. Then another little set-to we have, which has been going on for years, is about my passion for cleanliness. Perry calls me "the Clorox kid," because all the years we traveled I always carried my trusty Clorox bottle along and the minute we'd get to a new hotel or apartment I'd start in my scouring routine. He really gets annoyed at me when he finds out I'm overtired because of a busy day with the vacuum. However, Perry has a sense of humor about it. For instance, something that happened three years ago: When he went out to the coast to make "Words and Music" at MGM, I couldn't leave with him because Ronnie and our adopted daughter, Terry, came down with a virus infection. As soon as they were well we joined Perry at the Beverly Hills Hotel. When I walked into our bungalow, there was a tremendous arrangement of beautiful flowers in a huge basket which Perry fixed for me. And tied to the basket was a big bottle of Clorox, a box of Spic and Span, cans of Bab-O, and all kinds of soaps and cleansers. Before I could stop laughing he said. "Now, listen, Roselle, this hotel is a gorgeous place, and the management keeps it clean. I want you to have a vacation out here. Don't you dare start to scrub anything." Perry is very serious about his career and he's especially serious about his television work. Which reminds me — I get so mad when I hear people accuse him of being lazy or of having an "I-don't-care" attitude about his career, because it's so untrue. He has such an easy-going, relaxed personality that he never shows it when he's anxious, tense or nervous. But he's a perfectionist about his work. I've watched him develop from a notquite-sure-of-himself vocalist to a capable, self-confident performer, but I've also seen how hard he has striven to gain the poise he now has. I guess I'm his toughest critic. Perry always calls me after every telecast, and if he's good I'll tell him so, but if I think something was wrong I'll tell him too. Incidentally, the program is something else we argue about once in a while. I practically never go to the studio, though he's always asking me to. Somehow, I just don't think it's right. After all, his TV show is his business and his rehearsal time and telecasting time are his working hours. And posing for pictures, being interviewed, and all that are part of his job. If he were a doctor or a lawyer or a business man I wouldn't go sit in his office with him all day. So I don't think I should hang around a studio stage while he's working. My old man likes me to wait up for him on program nights though, and I always do, even though he sometimes gets home very late. When he does come in we have a bite to eat together and he tells me everything that's happened during the day and I brief him on Ronald's latest mischief or something cute Terry did, and by the time we get to bed it's usually three. Perry loves to read and usually finishes a couple of chapters before he puts out the light. Weekends Perry devotes to the children. He plays with Terry and takes Ronnie fishing and swimming, and never misses taking him to church on Sundays. Ronnie is a member of the choir at his school, and his ambition is to "sing as good as Daddy." Perry has always cut Ronnie's hair since his very first haircut until just recently, when Ronnie decided he "didn't want Daddy to cut my hair any more because he makes it too short," and he cried and said, "Besides, I want a wave." I guess he's growing up, but he's not such a big boy that he doesn't get discipline from his father when he's naughty. Speaking of haircuts and discipline reminds me that I have to start working on Perry at least two weeks ahead of time in order to make him get his hair cut. Believe it or not, he hates to go to the barber! NOW! ANOTHER GIRL GETS $1,000 Yes, women too have been cashing in on the $1,000 offer made every Sunday afternoon on "True Detective Mysteries." It's not a contest, there's nothing to buy. Be sure to hear this exciting radio program adapted from the pages of True Detective Magazine every Sunday. TRUE DETECTIVE MYSTERIES On 519 Mutual Stations every Sunday afternoon