Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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Can a girl "get away with it?" Tamara had nothing left, now, but prayer — and she told herself she would never love again. But — by Carl Mueller "because there weren't twenty people in the house anyway." "Anything else in sight, Tarn?" "I beg pardon, Mama?" "Feeney talking any other show?" "Not for me," Tarn said quietly, looking into her cup. "What's Mayne doing?" "He didn't know, exactly. He may go to New York." "Why don't you get him to work you into pictures, Tarn?" Coral asked, scraping half melted butter on a crust, dipping it in her cooling coffee. "He certainly worked Feeney to take you on this tour. Cotter said he did." "He says it's terribly crowded down there," Tarn answered listlessly. "He says there are thousands of girls hanging around all the studios." "There's a letter for you," Coral remembered to say. Color rushed into Tarn's face and light into her eyes. "From Mayne?" she asked. "No; I think it's from one of the nuns at Saint Bride's." "Oh," Tamara said dully. She took it; saw the pale blue ink of the "A.M.D.G." at the head, under the engraved little familiar photograph of the new dormitory and the gym. Mother Laurence. Mother Laurence saying that she would be down at the Menlo Park convent for a week and would love to see Tamara and any other of the dear "old girls." Tamara crushed the cleanly written brief message in her hand. She went out in midafternoon, 33