Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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The next moment we were shaking hands. Looking info his gray eyes, hearing his deep voice, I could hardly breathe. they would say. I could almost hear them whispering about my failure. I could even hear them sniffing — some of them — about my coming back to marry Harold, after I'd discovered I couldn't do better for myself. None of this was true, but I knew they'd never understand. They wouldn't believe that the show I'd been in had not closed because it failed, but because the star and the backer had had a quarrel. They would just smile and go right on believing I was a flop. I could never explain to them that there were hundreds of young girls like me for every small part that came up and that, sometimes, it took years before a young actress ever got a chance to show what she really could do. That was the part that hurt most. I didn't feel that I'd had a real chance. I still believed in myself, in my talent, and it seemed so un fair to have to give it up, just because I didn't have enough money. Kay plunked herself down on my suitcase and struggled with the snap. "There!" she said. "You're all ready. Powder your nose and let's go." She chattered gayly, locking the door on our room — the room that was going to be hers alone, now. I could tell she wasn't as cheerful as she tried to sound. I guess she was torn Continued on page 48 AUGUST, 1942 29