Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1950)

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ALL YEAR ROUND Santa Claus, of all people, gets caught in a tug of war between Don and a pretty model at one of the Christmas in July parties exceeds the generosity of the Breakfast Clubbers. You actually believe it is more blessed to give than to receive." The second event deeply important to Don was the show's Fifteenth Anniversary Party. That was held last year in our backyard and everyone who had been connected with the show added their greetings to those of the listeners. When it was over, Don said to me, "Do you know, Kay, it was like all the birthday parties I never had rolled together into one great big celebration." Although I knew the Breakfast Club's birthday, June 23, occurs exactly six months after Don's own, I didn't realize until then how fully it had replaced his usually uncelebrated natal day. But by this past summer, it had slipped my mind. I was sitting reading one day, hearing through the open windows the boys' shouts as they pursued some game of their own in the backyard. I also heard, after Don's car pulled up, footsteps too fast to fit that sizzling weather. From his walk I could tell that the Breakfast Club's toastmaster was just bursting with a bright idea. Grinning from ear to ear, he greeted me with, "Guess what? I'm starting a new society." A ten-year-old just admitted to the secret sessions of the DeWindt Road Daredevils couldn't have been more excited. He thrust a publicity release into my hand. It was headed, "Don McNeill Forms STOFFTGPTCWB." I looked up, puzzled. "Is this supposed to mean something, or did the stenographer just run a crescendo on her typewriter?" "This," said Don important (Continued on page 81)