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Enough was enough, so Dick stepped out and confronted the man. "What's this all about?" Dick sternly inquired. "I'm just burning some of my clothes," replied the shamefaced butler, "I experimented with a new chemical formula tonight — but I must have used the wrong ingredients!" For the first time in her musical career, Sybil Chism, pretty wifeorganist of NBC praiser Hal Block, hit a sour note. The engineer failed to regulate the air-conditioning system properly for Studio 3, and it was so cold that Sybil could not make her fingers move. Now, no matter how sunny the day, Sybil is sure to be bundled up in furs as she goes into the radio studios! * * * Stars play an important part in the life of Dick Joy, the new announcer for the Silver Theater. After spending all day long rehearsing with the screen stars appearing on his radioshow Dick goes home to his laboratory for a grueling night with the heavenly stars. His hobby is astronomy! How little Frances Langford turned the tables very neatly upon her husband, Jon Hall, who is extremely proud of his angling ability, was revealed upon their return to Hollywood a few days ago. All during their eastward trip, Jon kept boasting of how he would teach Frances the secrets of "hooking the big ones," while the dainty singer said nothing. Then, when they finally arrived in Florida, the long awaited day was at hand. "I'll show you how to do it," said Jon. "You watch me." "Never mind," said Frances, "I'll get along. Just give me a pole." And she forthwith caught a 38 pound barracuda, the largest fish landed on the entire trip. * * * Tom McAvity, handsome director of radio for the Bob Hope program, spent his vacation in Canada just so he could play in the Canadian National Open Golf Tournament. Tom played in great style, carding 70, 71, 71, 70 for the four rounds. But on the final day of play, McAvity's opponent fussed around and held up the afternoon's playing until so late that the Tournament had been declared officially over when they turned in their final scores. If McAvity had finished twenty minutes sooner he would have placed third in the Tournament. A record for any amateur! Woman in Love (Continued from page 34) the girl silent, preserving in her humiliation and helplessness what dignity she could. Perhaps time would help. Tarn clung to that one hope as the weeks went by, and the letters that were worse than no letters came so sparingly from the south. Perhaps in time she might awaken some morning to a less bitter consciousness of shame; perhaps in time she might go to sleep some night not wishing that she might never wake. She haunted the agencies; work as well as money was needed now. Only in work could she save herself, and unless financial matters improved the Todhunter family was threatened with ruin. It was more than three months after the closing of "Five Sons" that she took a trolley car out to the Cliff House one morning and sat in the shade on the great rocks, listening to the barking of seals and the crying of gulls, and watching the blue soft June sunshine glitter on the surface of the ocean. The broad, eternally breathing ocean, that could not feel and suffer and be afraid and be ashamed. Tarn knew now. She could deny it no longer. She knew. There was no philosophy, no courage, no hope in dealing with this. There was no escape. "So it's that, too, is it?" she said half aloud, after long, long thought. "It's everything, is it? I'm not going to be let off very much, it seems. Where — where do I go from here?" The seals barked in the hot sunshine, and the gulls screamed; the ocean's wide opal levels breathed on. Surf made half-circles on the long strand and slid away again in a glitter of bubbles, and there was no reply. "Tell me about it," the nun said, after a while. Tamara stood with her back to the room; she fumbled in a shabby flat purse and found a crumpled handkerchief and dried her eyes. A fresh sob caught at her voice as she began to speak. "It's just that," she said thickly. Mother Laurence sat in the cool clean peace that had enveloped her since her novitiate twenty-eight years ago. Her life had known no storms. Responsibility she knew, fatigue and difficulty she knew, but her soul had already gained supernal calm-. "But, Tarn, that doesn't sound like you," she said, puzzled. "It isn't like me!" Tarn muttered. "But surely, my dear, dear, child, just because a handsome man pays a girl of your type a little attention — I'm trying to understand, I'm trying to think it out. But I was always so sure of you; we called you one of our leaders! Where was your mind, where was your self-control, where was your code?" "My code!" Tamara said with a brief laugh. "I know how bad it was," she faltered. "But other women — women I know — get away with it! Some of them seem to be able to do anything they like and nobody cares!" "How do you mean 'get away with it'?" asked the nun. "Well, they do." "There is no such thing as 'Getting away' with what is wrong," Mother Laurence said dispassionately. "Your own feelings are your judge, Tamara. By getting away with it do you mean reducing yourself to the state when you neither know right from wrong nor care what you do?" "Why should one thing be right and another wrong; if it hurts no one but yourself?" Tarn demanded, trying to remember some of the arguments the group at Persis's table had sometimes RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRBOB