Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

letter could reach him; then if by some wild chance he wrote a reply at once, it would be that long again before I received it. But it was less than thirty-six hours later that I came home from work and looked with crazy longing, as I had each day I had been in the city, at the mailbox, and found the telegram. I felt suffocated as I tore it open and read the wonderful words: "I have so much to say and only one way of saying it. Listen in tonight eight radio station WRXY." It told me everything — and nothing. I felt a queer mixture of sensations: disappointment, wonder, suspense— dread. What did it mean? Would I hear his voice tonight? The thought made me weak. I told myself how absurd my excitement was. The nation's networks were not used for personal messages of love. But that was the implication of the telegram. 1 NEVER left the radio from the moment I reached my apartment, as if my sitting there would bring a national program on the air a minute sooner. When it did come, there was a sudden stillness inside me and the voice seemed very far off, saying, "Fort Raymond calling . . ." My fingers gripped the chair arms so tightly that hours later I felt the ache. "Tonight some of the boys are going to get a few things off their chests — the kind of thing they wouldn't be caught writing in their letters home but figure you ought to know about your army." He introduced a corporal who spoke with such a heavy accent that I was glad it took all my attention to follow his description of his former army service in Czecho-Slovakia, his escape from a Nazi concentration camp, and now his feeling about being in a free army which had a chance to win against the forces that had crushed his country's freedom. Tears came to my eyes as he finished his halting words. But was this it? The announcer introduced another soldier, a sergeant whose diffident words barely suggested the prosperous beginning he had made in business, given up to put his ability into an army office for $58 a month. "And that's a lot more than I need," he ended brusquely. Again I was touched. But was this all? A nurse from the camp hospital said that all she wanted was a chance to serve, the farther away the better. "And the worse conditions are when we get there the more I'll love stepping in and helping to clear them up," she finished with a little giggle. I envied her from the bottom of my heart. She might be serving right beside Jay, passing him the instruments he needed, being where he wanted her, always ready. Maybe that was what Jay wanted me to hear: the words of a girl who was not afraid to be what a man needed. Oh, no! Jay wouldn't take this way of telling me! But wouldn't he, maybe, after this year? All through the songs from Gilbert and Sullivan sung by the next boy, I kept wondering. Could it beBut the announcer's voice was coming now — "hard time getting these fellows to talk, it seems they'd rather say it with scalpels, but one broke down today and admitted that they sometimes take a few minutes off from what goes on in other people's insides to think what's going on in AUGUST. 1942 Guard your Flower-Fresh Charm the Arthur Murray Way • Popular Jean Kern wins every time she spins! Graceful, glamourous, confident — she trusts Odorono Cream to keep her right-from-the-florist fresh. Like other Arthur Murray dancers she takes no chances with underarm odor or dampness! Dancing or romancing, see if Odorono Cream doesn't answer par underarm problem. Stops perspiration safely up to 3 days. Non-greasy, non-gritty, won't irritate skin or rot dresses. No waiting to dry. Follow directions. Get a jar today! Big 10^, 39(£, 59j£ sizes. The Odorono Co., Inc., New York Kay* Hanlon keeps that fresh, sure-of-herself poise on Kansas City's hottest day. I FUU OZ. JAR _ONLY 39* SAFELV I TO 3 DAYS ODORONO CREAM WILL NOT IRRITATE YOUR SKIN 63