Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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glanced at a clock. "I guess the curtain's late tonight," she said. "Why won't you marry me?" he asked again, stubbornly sticking to first principles. "You might be a good husband for some woman," Tarn conceded with a speculative glance. "Only for you. I'll go straight to the dogs if you don't at least say you like me," the man said. "The dogs have probably been missing you," Tarn suggested. JANUARY, 1940 "You're right," George said, with a little laugh not quite pleased. "But how you know it I don't know." Tamara, facing him again, answered seriously, "If you really don't know — that seems to me the worst of all." In the littered hot dressing room the lights were very bright. They piteously revealed the man who faced her. He was still young, perhaps in his early thirties, he might have been handsome if his face had Illustration by Carl Mueller not been marked so deep with dissipation. It was an intelligent, even aristocratic face, with a once-white skin and black eyes, a wide mouth, and deep eye sockets under waves of thick black hair. He was a lawyer — the politician type of lawyer — witty, clever, eloquent. Pete Willey had told her that George Davis could have been anything he liked, if it were not for alcohol and roulette tables and dicing and races and all the other things that usually 23