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By JUNE AUirCK
Can you cook, take dictation, read time tables, sail a boat? Then chances are Bob Trout would have fallen for you— if he hadn't snubbed a certain vivacious lady first
KIT and Bob Trout are probably the only couple in the world who spent their honeymoon on a train with the president of the United States.
You might think that a girl whose husband hobnobs with a president, and who has traveled with the King and Queen of England, might be — well just a little bit stuck-up.
But that's where you'd be wrong. You can't blame Kit for thinking Bob is just about the grandest guy in the world. That's the way any normal, happy wife feels about her husband. On the other hand, every once in a while Bob is apt to do some crazy, impulsive thing — and then Kit worries over him like a mother.
"Bob gets so wrapped up in his work," explains his slim, attractive wife, "that he never pays any attention to practical details like bills or money or clothes. That's my job."
Kit settled back in one of the modernistic chairs in the Trout apartment — it's located on the East Side, just a few blocks from the Columbia Broadcasting studios — and tried to describe the topsyturvy, thrilling business of being a correspondent's wife.
NOVEMBER, 1940
As we chatted, the tall, lean figure of Bob Trout himself appeared from the bedroom, a script under his arm. He said a brief hello and goodbye — then dashed to CBS to give his regular evening news program.
"Poor soul — he's hardly had any sleep," Kit's eyes were on the door through which Bob had just disappeared. "He got in at seven this morning after broadcasting out-oftown last night with Professor Quiz.
"But of course it isn't that way every day," Kit continued, apparently undisturbed by the irregular hours which she keeps. "Usually Trout (she often calls him simply by his last name) gets through with his Quiz shows in town — and his news broadcasts — around one in the morning. Then we have a bite to eat and get to bed around four. We
turn night into day, that's all."
That's all indeed. Merely figure out when you can shop, or maybe go to the theater or ride horseback — which Kit loves to do — while keeping the same working hours as a roving radio reporter who seldom gets a day off or a vacation, particularly now that there's a war to keep everybody busy. For Kit works when Bob does — as his secretary.
Worse than his upside-down hours, is the fact that Kit never knows from one day to another whether she'll be in New York, Hollywood, Washington or New Orleans— or left behind while the man she loves is flying thousands of miles away. But she's used to it now. She knows that to share a correspondent's life — you've got to get accustomed to an existence that {Continued on page 74)
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