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ner with me, and we drove in her open car to a steak house in town. We sat over coffee for hours, in a candlelighted booth, and talked. And of course I told her my troubles. Nora had problems, too — she had just separated from Errol Flynn and had moved with her children to a new house in Brentwood. Nora had her problems, but that night she listened to mine. I think the only thing I didn't tell her that night was the tremendous attraction I felt for her, the exciting new feeling of aliveness being near her gave me, even after these few hours. The next day we played tennis together again, and swam, and had lunch in bathing suits by the club pool. The weekend was over too soon, and I flew back to town, to my work and my responsibilities, but I couldn't get Nora out of my mind. We met in town a few times after that, for dinner, for tennis. What had begun as exhilaration was becoming a torment, for I was in love with Nora, and I knew it. But I didn't dare say it, I didn't dare believe it. Two families were involved, five children. This was a monumental thing to face. But then I realized that Nora was in love with me, too, and the monumental thing was like a mountain that had melted away. We could work out our problems — we had to, because only one thing mattered now, that we could make a new life together. All the people immediately involved agreed, without rancor, that it was better to break up unhappy marriages than subject children to the crippling atmosphere of unhappy homes. Joanne sued for divorce in Los Angeles. Nora made plans to establish Now I Can Sing Again! (Continued from page 26) residence in Nevada to obtain her freedom. It would be a year — according to the ruling of California courts — before we would be free to be together. Staying apart that long would be a torment, but we decided it would have to be that way. Then Christmas came. On the day after Christmas Nora went back to Palm Springs, the scene of our meeting. I was miserable. I drove out to the airport and warmed up my plane. The weather was bad. But I decided to go anyway. I had to see Nora. I made it, although the first break in the fog was over the Racquet Club. Nora was down there. I was there in ten minutes myself — I went straight to Nora. I didn't care who knew; I no longer cared what anybody said. Neither did Nora. "This may be the end of my career," I told her. "You know I may wind up running a gas station." "I don't care," Nora said. We spent New Year's Eve in Palm Springs, and we were exhilarated with a sense of our own new beginnings. The way was cleared in the spring for our marriage. Joanne, having withdrawn her original suit for divorce, went to Nevada and got her decree. Nora's Nevada decree was granted a few weeks later. In July, we were married, Nora and I. We came back from a blissfully peaceful honeymoon in Honolulu to take up our new life together. We have a house in Beverly Hills. Nothing pretentious — there is plenty of room and comfort for Nora and me, and for our kids. Diedre and Rore, Nora's little girls, are with us now, and my three spend a lot of their time with us. 72 STATEMENT OF THE OWNERSHIP, MANAGEMENT, CIRCULATION. ETC., REQUIRED BY THE ACTS OF CONGRESS OF AUGUST 24, 1912, AND MARCH 3, 1933, of RADIO MIRROR published Monthly at Dunellen. N. J., for October 1, 1949. 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That the average number of copies of each issue of this publication sold or distributed through the mails or otherwise, to naid subscribers during the twelve months preceding the date shown above is (This information is required from daily publications only). , . (Signed) MEYER DWORKIN Sworn to and subscribed before me this 23rd day of September, 1949. (SEAL) TULLIO MUCELLI Notary Public. State of New York, County of Residence, Bronx, Bronx Co. No. 128 Reg. No. 90-M-O. Cert, filed in N. Y. .Co. No. 530, Reg. No. 317-M-O. Commission expires March 30. 1950. ! Pigeon, as we call my five-year-olc daughter, Helen, and Skip, who's seven now and going to Military school, and Nugie, who's just two and a half, have rooms of their own in our house, and we are always especially happy when they're in them. Our life is simple. We get up early — I never got up early in my life, and I was crazy! Mornings are wonderful! We play tennis together every morning. Nora looks after her household chores while I do a couple of hours of practising, then she goes with me for lunch and stays with me usually while I do my afternoon broadcast. We're tired enough lots of nights just to have dinner in bed, and read aloud for awhile before sleep. (I always had a house full of books — for the first time in my life, I'm reading them.) Other nights we'll run a cartoon for the kids, maybe a picture for ourselves. We see a few good friends, Lionel and Beverly Neumann, Nora's friend, Bernice Turrel, the Victor Youngs, the Leon Shamroys. But the dropper inners have taken a hint and left us alone. It was a pretty broad hint. I just said, "Sorry, we're busy." My attitude toward money is different, too. One day, before I met Nora, I was in New York, doing a brutal fiveshows-a-day personal appearance at the Roxy. I got a letter from my secretary. "Everybody is fine here . . ." he wrote, and named a dozen or so of our fairly constant visitors. "We're all getting fat and tan." I showed the letter to my brother, who indignantly tore it up. "Everybody is getting fat and tan," he said, "and you're singing 'Old Man River' five times a day." I won't be doing any more of those killing tours. I don't need money that bad. Nora agrees with me. My career is important, but not as important as our marriage. As for her career, she decided long ago that it should be confined to being a wife and a mother. "A woman can have a marriage, or a career," she told me. Nora has decided what she wants. And I know, at last, what I want. As I figure it, my job is being happy with Nora and our family. And, important but second, entertaining people. I love my work, but I won't live for it. Probably because I have put it into its proper place in my life at last, my work is more satisfying to me now than it ever was. On my new radio show, Club 15, I have had the opportunity — for which I fought unsuccessfully for so long — to step out of the juvenile groove and do something more adult. My records are going better than they ever did. Pictures can wait until I am allowed to do on film what I have managed on the air — to grow up. I will take a show of my own into the Cocoanut Grove in a few weeks — and indicate the sort of thing I want to do now. Who knows, maybe the people will like it. I'd like to enjoy life. And the way things are now, Nora and I have our weekends to get in the plane and run off somewhere, anywhere, together. Nora loves to fly. Nora loves everything I love. But why go on. Nora is a lovely lady. And I get a great big lump in my throat just thinking about her. I am so glad, so grateful, that it happened — even the way it did. Now ... I feel like singing!