Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1950)

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Advice For The Adolescent— The Woman Past Forty— The Personality Figure, Glamour Is Glandular, This Thing Called Love, Cure-For-The-Blues Department, Take a Chance! ■ Bartholomew House, Inc., Dept. RM-1250 205 E. 42nd Street, New York 17. N. Y. " Send me postpaid a copy of Sylvia ot Holly I wood's NO MORE ALIBIS! COMBINED WITH PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER ■ BABY! I enclose $1.00. I Nome. Please Print | Address I City State. 86 told him that I was really Squirrel Cap. He just looked at me in horrified amazement, and then we both started to laugh. It was a beautiful moment! From then on there was never anyone else for either of us. We started going together and just never stopped, that's all — although we didn't actually talk of marriage until years later. We used to scrap a lot at first, but even that was fun. Bill's sense of humor always got the better of my temper. It's a private joke between us that no matter what happens, I always end up having things my way. Bill bases this largely on the fact that since he wanted daughters, we have sons, boys being my preference. But Bill made just as much fuss about Barrie, our first child, as any father possibly could. He went around for six months with a book on child care under his arm, and behaved more like an anxious mother than a proud papa. He was the same way with Leslie, our second boy. I hadn't even finished high school when Bill got his first part on Broadway. A speaking part — that is, if you use the term loosely. He played a Hawaiian banana peddler in something called "Aloma of the South Seas." For this he spent two hours every night applying the dark makeup, which in those days came in buckets and behaved like a mixture of frozen lard and dried glue. Actually this was what he must have been paid for, because his time on the stage was a matter of seconds, and the speaking consisted of just one word . . ."Ugh!" "It's always tough in the beginning," he told me. "I'll get something better, you'll see." And he did. In a few months he'd persuaded the director to let him understudy the leading role, which was then being played by Harry Bannister. Then one night, as in every understudy's dream, Bannister became ill and Bill's chance to go on as a real live actor came at last. He marched out on the stage as though he'd played the role a hundred times, and performed so well that the Shuberts were impressed enough to let him continue in the lead when the show went out on the road. From then on, Gargan became one of the regular leading men for the Shubert productions. He got top billing in practically all the sIiqws which followed. During this time I finished school and managed to get myself a few small parts in musicals around town. I never had any great ambition to act or be on the stage, but I did want to be part of the world that Bill lived in and loved. It was fun, though. We'd meet after our respective shows and spend hours over coffee with other theatrical people in those little restaurants where show people inevitably gather. The only thing that disturbed us both was that when Bill went on the road it got terribly lonesome. One weekend while he was playing a ten-week run in Baltimore, I packed my mother and father and we went to visit him. The folks were very fond of Bill and had no objections to our romance, although they were a mite concerned about his being an actor. They were tolerant people, however — they told us we were crazy to stay in show business, and went on loving us anyway. When the three of us appeared at the station, Bill raised his eyebrow in that way of his and a glimmer of appreciation came into his eyes. He looked at my father and said, "Oh?" In beaming innocence Dad came over and shook Bill's hand. "How are you, my boy?" he greeted him fondly. Bill grinned impishly. "Fine thank you sir," he replied. "I hope." Dad looked slightly puzzled. My mother came over and kissed Bill, and then I kissed him. Bill raised his hands in the air. "O. K." he said, "I surrender. Where's the wedding going to be?" "Idiot," I said, but I kissed him again. "Whatever gave you the idea I wanted to marry you?" "I can't possibly imagine," said Bill, his eyes bright with amusement. "It's just that I got to thinking. These long distance phone calls every night. Do you know they cost me practically a week's salary? I figured you'd be a nice kid and help me cut expenses. I can't think of a better reason for getting married," Bill finished and the tenderness in his eyes took all the tease out of his smile. We started making plans on the spot, and two weeks later we were married. There didn't have to be any more long distance calls, but we still didn't have much time together at the beginning. We didn't even have a honeymoon. Bill had to be at the theatre most of the time. We just barely managed to have dinner alone. 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