Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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Why didn't it come? What could be happening out there? If Lane had liked us, he surely wouldn't have delayed this long. It must mean he had turned us down and Eddie hadn't the heart to come and tell me. The fear became a certainty as I sat there waiting and when at last I heard the knock I could hardly make my throat open enough to say the words, "Come in." The door opened after what seemed an hour, and I saw Eddie's slight figure moving gracefully into the room. His face was white and I wanted to scream out, "Eddie, don't tell me! I can't bear it!" 13 UT he was speaking and his voice ■*-* was as quiet and gentle as usual. "We've done it, Marie." That was all. I thought there ought to be more. Skyrockets going off, flags waving, choruses doing dances and shouting out the news to the world. We had put it over! We were headed east, into fame and fortune! Away from Home Plates and even Clover Clubs, forever! "Eddie, I can't believe it," I finally gasped, and managed to stand up and face him, holding to the make-up shelf for support. He said in that same quiet voice, "Well, it's true. Come out, Marie, and meet Mr. Lane." He took my arm and I needed it to help me get out to that table. Eddie introduced us, Mr. Lane took my hand, and I sat down with them. But I still didn't feel as if the scene was real. There was something wrong about the way Mr. Lane looked at me, studying me. Even Eddie's bright talk didn't seem quite right. He seemed to be trying too hard to give this occasion the festive, celebrating atmosphere it ought to have. It must be my nerves, I thought, playing tricks on my imagination. "Will you have a drink, Miss Barnes?" Mr. Lane asked courteously. "Orangeade, please," I told him and made my lips smile. Eddie grinned at me and turned eagerly to Mr. Lane. "See? That's what I mean. That's Marie. Like I told you, there's a quality there that could be put over. A little purity for a change — youth, decency. It would be a sensation in those night spots if we could get it across — " "Mmmmm ..." I didn't catch what Mr. Lane answered, but he turned back to study me with that appraising look that bothered me. I told myself it was only natural. In a way we were now a business property of his. Of course he'd look at me in that calculating way, measuring my chances against the competition. Oh, he was polite, he didn't stare at me in any rude way. It was just a feeling in the atmosphere — or rather a feeling that was not in it! There wasn't the spontaneous jubilant cordiality I had expected. No matter how I told myself I was being silly, I couldn't stand it. I got up and said, "Well, I guess it's time for me to change and go home." They both stood and looked at me. Eddie seemed to be waiting for Mr. Lane to say something. When he didn't, Eddie said with a little chuckle, "Yes, you'd better get to bed, Marie. We'll be seeing Mr. Lane at crack o' dawn, at his hotel, where we'll put our names on the dotted line." He made some joke, I guess, but I don't remember it, because of the clouded doubtful look on Mr. Lane's face. I got away as fast as I could. Rudy was waiting for me in my dressing room. "Came to invite you to a party, tonight, baby," he said genially. "A big one, being thrown for me at the best joint on the South Side — " This was exactly what I wanted to get away from — and now I could! I sat down at my dressing table and started to cold-cream my face. "I'm afraid not," I told Rudy in a voice intended to be light and easy. "I have to be up early, so I'm going to walk right around the corner to my little room and go to bed." "Many a girl's said that and changed her mind," Rudy said with unbroken calm, his shrewd black eyes fixed on me. "Especially when the boss says so." NOW was my chance to give him the big news. "I guess you won't be my boss very long, Rudy," I said. I had thought it would be hard to sound gentle and sad about it, but it wasn't. Somehow I wasn't getting any thrill out of saying the words. It ought to be a high spot in my life, a turning point, a milestone, taking the big step from my first job right into success, release from drudgery for Dad and me — But I couldn't quite get the feeling. Maybe it was the look in Rudy's eyes that spoiled things. He wasn't shocked, he wasn't even surprised, at the news. In fact, it didn't seem to be news to him. "Maybe not," Rudy said. "Maybe 3ftO*O»OfrO*O6O»O»OeO4O*O«O0O«O»O#O»O«O*O0O»OeO»OtOtg«O(g (^cvu TTeuJo lo RAY HEATH ERTON — whose band you hear over the Blue network ■from the Biltmore Hotel in New York. Ray is a short, slight young man from Long Island, who began earning money by singing when he was five years old. He was going with his parents on a steamer to Virginia, and made $4.27 singing for the customers in the bar before his family discovered what he was doing and put a stop to it. As he grew up, he continued to sing, but only for his own amusement. Then, one night, Paul Whiteman heard him and offered him a job. After being with Whitemau for a while he was soloist on different radio shows, featured singer in a Broadway hit, and now, finally, boss and vocalist of his own dance band. iais»o*e»e«s»o«e»o«o»o«e«o»s«e»o«o»e4s*e«e«o»o«o»s»Q4 RADIO MIRROR