Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1950)

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myself a good swift kick. If Bo had the nerve to gamble, I'd better have nerve enough to take the show and do a good job. It was up to me to justify her faith. On September 15, 1947, I took over Ladies Be Seated and during the two years I emceed it, I had a magnificent time. I decided this was my chance to use the colorful minstrel costumes I'd seen my father wear when I was a kid. I still wear them now that the original show has gone back to Johnny in New York and I've switched over to Mutual with my own little opus titled Ladies Fair. It's the high spot of my day when I prance into the big WGN studio and hear the ladies gasp at my swallowtailed coat of cerise broadcloth, my kelly green waistcoat, and my big bow tie of gold satin. I'm a sight, I tell you, but it's a sight the ladies seem to enjoy, and to tell the truth, I do too. Their reception is a good start toward a half hour of fun, foolishness and prizes. Bo maintains that my love of colorful attire carries over into my personal life, and that my sports clothes are not much more quiet than my stage costumes. I'll admit she's right. I like sports shirts and jackets to be wild, the wilder the better now that we're celebrating because Bo is well and able to join young Tom and me in some of our expeditions. Having that boy of ours growing up has been an incentive to maintaining such athletic skills as I had and developing new ones. I'll be darned if I'll let young Tom beat me before he tops me in height. He's turning into quite an opponent, for although he is only eleven, he's now five feet, nine inches tall and weighs one hundred forty pounds. In the basement of our Evanston apartment house, we've set up a sort of gym where we have a wrestling mat and bar bells. For outdoor sports, we play golf, hike and hunt. Between seasons, we get our target practice on the shore of Lake Michigan, which is right at our front door. In all these activities, Bo is our interested spectator, and I'll admit that Tom and I just plain show off for her. When our boy grows too obstreperous, she's quite capable of saying to me, "Just look at that brat which we begat." On the other hand, when he suffers one of those little mishaps which to an adolescent becomes a major tragedy, she understands and sits down with him to analyze the problem sympathetically and helps him work out a solution. She treats me the same way. Just let me show any signs of taking myself seriously and turning into a stuffed shirt and she'll deflate me fast. Yet when there's a serious difficulty, she's right there to bolster my failing nerve. Quite a girl, this Bo. Small enough for either Tom or me to pick her up with one hand, she has a twenty-one inch waistline and weighs about a hundred pounds soaking wet. She's the most fascinatingly feminine bundle of practicality and frivolity I've ever seen. She's very practical in the way she runs our five-room apartment. She gets the maximum of comfort out of every dollar of cost and she wastes nothing. Yet she has her pet extravagances, too. She's mad about hats. She'll buy some of the craziest ones you've ever glimpsed, then not dare to wear them. She turns up hatless most of the time. And then there are shoes. She's got some sports boots which carried a price tag that would knock your eye out, but she explained they were extremely practical because they enabled her to follow Tom and me out on the beach. Her house shoes and dress shoes, on the other hand, are very moderately priced. Suits and dresses are governed by the same rule. Bo just doesn't go overboard on the fashion scale. The most expensive thing she has is a suede suit with matching topcoat, and these, again, are practical because they keep her comfortable while she watches us at our sports. As dress clothes, she'll buy a few good suits and a couple of basic dresses, vary them with different costume jewelry, and wear them just about forever. I must tell you, too, what has happened to that other wonderful woman, my mother Fay. She's done the very difficult thing of making a good adjustment to being a widow. She moved to Chicago about a year before I came here. Living in her own little apartment, she has developed enough interests to keep her busy and independent. There's no sense of obligation when I ask her for a date and we go to dinner and a show. I'm not inviting her because of duty. I'm looking forward to an interesting evening with a very charming woman. I'm a lucky guy to have two such challenging women in my life. With their sweet gentleness, calm assurance, and stimulating companionship and help, they've given me constant inspiration. And too, they've aided me in my work by giving me the insight to find some of their own best characteristics in all women. 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