Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1950)

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HMsc-1 "ELL NEVER Bringing up four daughters, sending them to school, isn't easy these days — any days ! It doesn't leave much over for luxuries. So some of the prizes, like certificates for clothes, and a TV set, made the apartment seem like fairyland. '¥t is maybe twenty minutes after ten of a Saturday I night in the Spring when, suddenly, the telephone rings in our four-room walk-up flat in the Bronx, and," Mrs. Cohen said, sounding breathless, "I'll never be the same again! " 'Who can be calling us,' Papa wants to know, 'this time of night?' "A scared feeling, like a thin little knife, stabs me. I am one of those mothers that worries about the children all the time. Twenty-two years ago, Papa and I lost our baby boy, our only son and never, since then, have I been free of fear for my children. Our married daughters, Judith and Roslyn and their husbands and babies had just gone home after spending the evening. 'I hope it isn't something wrong,' I say now, 'with Judy or Ros or the babies. . . .' "Our nineteen-year-old daughter, Louisa, answers the telephone. 'Hullo,' she says, in her natural voice and then, in an unnatural voice, 'Pa, oh, PA!' she is screaming, 'it's the Sing It Again program! It's Danny Seymour calling! He's asking for you!' "Mama's a celebrity, that's the best of it," the girls said. And so, for several days, Mama was! 40