Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1950)

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Now I Can SING AGAIN! "How wonderful it was to find someone who liked things I liked! That had never happened before!" It seems hard even to recall it now, but a year ago I was a trapped, emotionally exhausted, bitterly unhappy guy. My eight-year marriage to Joanne Dru was breaking up — it would have ended long before, and both of us knew it, except for our mutual, concern for our three children. The career on which I had embarked ten years before with such energy and enthusiasm had become an intolerable burden, worse, a bore. I was fed up with being the perpetual singing juvenile, certain in my bones that the public was equally fed up with meeting me in that role. For all I really cared, I could have quit — but I couldn't quit. The future didn't look black, just dirty, sullen grey ... it was as hopeless. £$peam?w uA a mamwme, e6Aecia/m amen mewe awe cfmawn, i&n t eabu. Solad me iact mat *J)iwb m me/mSuc ewe mid uoa W wttdev&fand rati /wawJaeAek By DICK HAYMES Until I met Nora. It was in October, in Palm Springs. I had flown down alone in my plane, just to get aWay for a few hours, just to have a chance to think. At the Racquet Club, I watched a beautiful girl playing tennis. I couldn't stop watching her, because she seemed to be everything I wasn't then — healthy, happy, vibrantly alive. Someone told me she was Nora Eddington Flynn. I wangled an introduction, and something happened inside me — Nora says it happened to her, too— the minute we spoke for the first time. That afternoon we played tennis together, and I was amazed that I could play so many sets without a hint of fatigue. I had been exhausted, or so I had thought when I arrived. I asked Nora to have din (Continued on page 72) 26 Club 15, with Dick Hay men, is heard Monday through Friday evenings at 7:30 EST, over CBS stations.