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Bobbe declined, coolly. "We should both be bored, I am sure." "You two girls play and I'll watch," Jimmie said. So Bobbe and Mrs. Smith played a couple of games while he looked on. Then he announced, "It's a cinch. I challenge Miss Law!" Miss Law's smile was touched with malice. "Certainly, although I shall hate to take your money." "Maybe you won't take it," Jimmie told her, airily. Now ordinarily, you could write your own ending to the story of any contest involving a novice and an expert. The novice usually loses. But there is one thing you may not know about Jimmie Fidler and that is — he has an uncanny flair for games. He can watch almost any variety, from gin rummy to fan tan, for a few minutes, then play it like a veteran. He seldom if ever loses. That night, in the pretty living room of the Charles Smiths' of Hollywood, his backgammon was terrific, too. He played one game with the expert Miss Law, and she owed him $4.50. He played another, and she owed him $6.00 more. Whereupon, she pushed away the board. "So you didn't know how to play backgammon!" she remarked, sarcastically. "So I didn't!" Jimmie echoed, perversely refraining from explaining his above mentioned peculiar talent for all games. "But," he added, with an infuriating grin, "I do, now!" Bobbe moved across the room to the fireplace. "Stalked" is the word Jimmie uses now in describing her. "She was furious," he says, reminiscently. As his eyes, followed her, he grinned again, impudently. Suddenly, though, and inexplicably, he did what is described in Hollywood's film studios as a "double-take." Where, one instant, he had seen merely a small, dark-haired, dark-eyed girl dressed in red, her eyes glinting dangerously and the flush of temper bright in her cheeks, the next, he be held— and the phrase is his own — "a raving beauty." He saw the perfection of her features, the intelligence and charm of her vivid, arresting face. He saw the loveliness of her figure, dainty, graceful, symmetrical. He saw that she was like an exquisite figurine fashioned by a master's hand. Wonderingly, he stared at her, and the more he stared the less he could find wrong with her. The more he stared, the more certain he became that here, strangely but inevitably, was a girl who was to mean everything to him. Everything . . . And, as though impelled by the force of his conviction, Bobbe Law raised her eyes to his and that wonderful and lovely alchemy which is the dawning of romance, was complete between them. For a long moment, both were silent. They just stood and looked at each other. At last, Roberta spoke, and the smile that went with her words was a beautiful thing to see, "Were we quarreling?" she asked Jimmie. Jimmie crossed the room and stood before her, his heart in his eyes. "We couldn't have been," he said, softly. . . Jimmie took her back to her hotel that night, and as she sat in his car beside him, it was as though she had been there many times before. They didn't say much as they drove through the quiet streets of Hollywood. Why did they need to when, in the mind and heart of each was the treasured knowledge that this blind date which had gotten off to such a bad start was finishing "in the money?" They're married, now, Jimmie Fidler and Bobbe Law. They were married February 20, 1936, and they've celebrated, happily, some seventyfour anniversaries since — seventyfour because they've set aside the 20th of each month since as a special day. And if, sometimes, they have their little quarrels — and what married couple doesn't? — these never last very long. They'll be mad as hops about something and then, suddenly, they will stop in the middle of speaking their minds and look at the other, even as they did that December night when they quarreled over backgammon. And Jimmie, perhaps, will grin and remark, "You look very pretty when you're mad. I noticed it the first time I met you . . ." Or, if it is Bobbe who is prepared to give in first, she will say, "You needn't get so heated! You won't be able to stay that way!" Which is perfectly true. Tune in Jimmie Fidler's Hollywood Gossip broadcast Monday evenings at 7:00, EWT, over the Blue Network, sponsored by Arrid. THE MINUTE MAN SAYS... After our country has been victorious in this war the factories once again will produce anything you will want and need. Right now, put aside money for your future needs. Save by investing your money in War Bonds and Stamps. You not only build up a nest egg of savings when you buy a War Bond, but Uncle Sam uses your money to provide your fighting men in the front lines with the arms and equipment they need to bring you VICTORY. Buy a Bond every week or every pay day. A Bond costs as little as $18.75. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR