Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1950)

I "I'll Never Be the Same!" (Continued from page 41) educate them. My husband is the inside manager of the Yorkville Central Laundry, in New York. He earns sixtyfive dollars a week. I work for the Industrial Overall Service, which mends and supplies overalls, pants, shirts. I make forty dollars a week. But it is only recently that Papa was raised to sixty-five. Things are easier for us now but for a good many years, for most of the years the girls were growing up, we lived on a salary of fifty dollars a week and, when they were babies, less. The children always had a roof over their heads, good plain home-cooked food, decent clothes. But it was a struggle — and it wasn't often they could have the luxuries . . ." Such as, for instance, the diamond rings, the set of sterling silverware, the thousand dollars' worth of perfume, the beautiful new sedan car and such that Danny Seymour was telling his radio audience about. (Joe DiMaggio was through, now, and Roberta had tuned in Sing It Again on CBS.) Twenty-eight thousand dollars in merchandise prizes, Danny was talking about, a trip, by plane, to — "lly mind wandering again," Helen If! Cohen went on, "I missed the destination of the trip by plane, but it might have been the moon for all of me . . ." Mrs. Cohen was also remembering, she recalls, that it is said to be a onein-twenty-three-million chance that Sing It Again will put the finger on your name in their telephone directories, which cover the whole of the U.S.A., every big city, every small town. Said Mrs. Cohen, "When Danny Seymour says, as he often does, 'If your name is in that phone book, we'll find it!' or when he declares, 'Great or small, we call them all!' I've always thought, Yes, but the Benjamin Cohens, one of a couple of thousand other Cohens in any man-sized directory are too small to call, so why dream? I didn't dream — and how wrong can you get? — for just as these thoughts were going through my head, the orchestra was playing and, taking advantage of this lull in the program to say their goodnights, Judith and Ros gathered up their husbands and babies and went home. Five minutes after the door closed behind them the telephone rings! All papa thought was who could be calling us this time of night. "The next thing I know, Louisa has got me to the telephone. As she is tying my fingers, like they are pieces of string, around the receiver, I can hear Danny Seymour saying, on the radio, 'Who got the Lucky Sing It Again call this time, Operator? Who? Cohen? Oh, Mrs. Benjamin Cohen. Okay, Operator' — and then I get the receiver to my ear and Danny Seymour is speaking to me. He is saying, 'Hullo, Mrs. Cohen. Where are you from, Mrs. Cohen?' " 'From the Bronx,' I tell him, 'from 576 Southern Boulevard.' "Then Danny Seymour is saying that I am the third person to be called that night and that here is my chance — to ride to fame and riches. "But first I must guess the name of the country hinted at in the parody song which Alan Dale will now sing for me, Danny Seymour is explaining and then, if I am successful in naming the country, Oh, lovely Blonde! My voice I raise, Your tender, golden charms to praise.i When I am soiled beyond belief, Your perfume heralds prompt relief. Beneath your swift and gentle care,: shun all washday wear and tear. And when with me you've had your way; Cm cleansed of 'Tattle-Tale-ish' Gray., All substitutes^ I now decline, /M&Zii Dear Blondie, be my Valentine! GOLDEN BAR OR GOLDEN CHIPS , . J Fels-Naptha Soap BANISHES "TATTLE-TALE GRAY' R M 77