Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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"A nice sort of weather to be indoors and snug," Mayne said. She sat down, a slight, almost childish figure against the tapestry background of the big chair. "Did your mother go out with a toothache?" "It stopped. A woman in the house gave her something that stopped it. She felt better and she went over to Kitty Ulmer's. They play poker and drink beer; she'll stay there tonight." "And where's Coral?" "Oh, Coral pulled herself together and went out with her new boy — he really is only a boy; I don't think he's more than twenty. Sherwood Spring; he's in Stanford, and he has a nice widowed mother down there who simply dotes on him. Coral goes down and they have dinner and usually she stays overnight. She'll certainly stay over tonight." "Lance was having some men in, you said, for poker?" "Well, he sent a lot of beer home yesterday. But just after you telephoned, he did, to say that he might not be back at all, and for me to put the lights out." "So you would have been all alone." "I wouldn't have minded." "You don't mind anything, do you, Tam?" "Yes, I mind your going away!" The lights were lowered. Mayne signaled with his hand, and she went to sit beside him on the great velvet davenport; their feet stretched toward the fire. Mayne had his arm about her, and Tarn's head rested on his shoulder. "I'll tell you where you'll sleep tonight," Mayne said. "Right on this couch. I'll not have you going back to wake up, perhaps, and think of that girl who killed herself, and get yourself frightened to death." Tam laughed unalarmingly. "Don't say that, Mayne, or I really will." "Really will stay here?" "No-0-0. Really will wake up in cold terror of that awful voice." "I'll move some pillows and blankets out here," Mayne said. "You don't have to undress if you don't want to." Tamara laughed scornfully, softly, said nothing. For a long while they sat still, with his arm about her, and her head on his shoulder, and their eyes upon the dying fire. The big hotel room was softly lighted and very quiet; outside the windows rain battered and splashed, and the wind whined softly. "It's so comfortable here with you, Mayne," Tamara said contentedly. Will Tamara's innocent love for dangerously attractive Mayne Mallory bring her happiness, or will it bring ? Continue this human story by Kathleen Norris, America's most popular author of modern fiction, in the December issue of Radio Mirror. What Do You Want to Say? (Continued from page 3) find a spot for them this winter. Good luck, Ezra Stone and cast! Alice M. Stout, Atlantic City, N. J. FOURTH PRIZE "MY HUSBAND'S A BARGAIN" John J. Anthony's "Is Your Husband Really a Bargain?" intrigued me. I've been married twenty-seven years and I wonder how many wives of long standing, answering Mr. Anthony's questions honestly, would find, as I did, that we get so wrapped up in raising our children and in other problems, that we forget to remember what bargains we have in our husbands? Now, I don't mean mine is 100% perfect, nor that he suffers in silence. No, indeed, not my husband, but that man actually scored fourteen points. And, when I started answering Mr. Anthony's questions for wives — well, it's just as he says, the husband's faults may be just as much the wife's faults. Mrs. E. F. Rummelhart, Denver, Colo. FIFTH PRIZE HE'S THE TOPS Our Sombreros, turbans, and Panamas are off to Fred Waring! He it was, who gave us Priscilla and Rosemary Lane and Johnny (Scat) Davis. Fred Waring's program is usually the first to institute anything of novelty, and surprising as it sounds, it always is successful! His listing the baseball scores musically is not only novel, but entertaining as well. Mrs. J. Newman, Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio SIXTH PRIZE HOW ABOUT IT, EXPERTS? Can anything be done to help regulate the volume of sound being transmitted during one of the variety show broadcasts? As it is now, when a dramatic sequence is on, the actors -and actresses drop their voices almost to a whisper, which means we have to tune our radios way up to catch every word. Then, suddenly, the orchestra cuts back in with an ear-splitting crash that practically lifts the roof off the house and there is a mad scramble to tune it down. Mrs. E. L. Davis, New York, N. Y. SEVENTH PRIZE THANKS FOR CONSIDERING US Radio is definitely growing up when programs like Information Please and Great Plays are able to find an enthusiastic public. Heretofore, producers have thought that the listening public wanted merely to be amused. It was not considered that a thing need not be dull to be instructive, and that too much screw-ball comedy was wearing people down. Information Please started things. Great Plays has shown the powers that be that we want highclass drama. Margaret A. Connell, Des Moines, Iowa RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR