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Was this girl who left a trail of scandal wherever she went the sweetheart he had known years before? Hemustlearn the truth before his leave was up
"Where Are You, Dearest?" by Gwen Jones, is based on "Looking for Susie," an original radio play by Carol Warner and Fifi Garbat, first heard on the Columbia Workshop over CBS.
NOVEMBER, 1942
WHEN you've been a soldier in Uncle Sam's Army for six months, a two-day leave is a mighty important thing. So when Jeff Hurley and I were notified that the next two days were ours to do with as we pleased, we looked at each other and said almost in unison — "Let's go to New York." We were only thirty miles away, so getting there would be no problem.
Jeff is a happy-go-lucky Southern boy whose idea of the most fun . in the world is to walk along Broadway and see how many girls he can talk to between 42nd Street and Columbus Circle. He loves the bright lights and the crowds and the corner fruit stands, and he was chortling with glee as we boarded the train from camp that Saturday morning. "Oh boy," he told me as we stretched our legs out on the seat opposite us, "are we goin' to have us a time!"
But I had something else in mind. I had reached a great decision. "The first thing I'm going to do when we get in town is look up Susie," I said.
"Susie?" he asked. "That Susie Brown you're always talkin' about?"
"Yep," I told him firmly. "I've made up my mind. I'm going to find Susie. I know she's in New York, and I'm going to find her. And you're going to help me."
"Aw Chip," he moaned, "what do you wanta go lookin' up that old girl for? There're lots better things to do in New York than huntin' for a girl you used to go to high school with. Shucks, she might be fat and funny-lookin' by now." Continued on page 55
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