Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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OUR GAL ■ Presenting for the first time in thrilling story form, radio's engrossing drama of Our Gal Sunday, an orphan girl who thought she had found love and riches and instead became a bride without a groom This is a fictionization of the CBS serial, Our Gal Sunday, I DON'T like his looks," said Jackey firmly. "Sunday, you keep away from that galoot." "But — " Sunday began, and then stopped — because Arthur Brinthrope had warned her not to tell Jackey or Lively that he was going back to his home in England, and wanted her to go with him. A tiny frown of worry appeared between her violet eyes. Of course, she was only eighteen, and Jackey and Lively were so much older, and they were always right — had been, ever since she could remember — but they couldn't be expected to understand how she felt about Arthur. 12 "What's the matter with Bill Jenkins?" her elderly guardian grumbled now, chewing bitterly at the ragged fringe of his sandy mustache. "Fine a young feller as any you'd find in the state o' Colorado." "Oh— Bill!" Sunday sighed. "Bill's all right, but— but— " "But you've known him all your life, and he lives right here in Silver Creek," Jackey finished for her. "Yep — grass is always greener in the other feller's back yard. Well now, I tell you, Sunday — " "But Jackey darling, you don't even know Arthur!" Sunday expostulated. "Don't need to know him. I know his kind, all right. And I don't want him fussin' around you. Told him so, too, yesterday when I caught him comin' up the trail." And with this parting shot, Jackey marched out of the cabin. So that, Sunday thought, was the reason Arthur had waited for her down in the pine grove by the river, instead of coming up to the cabin — and the reason, too, why he had asked her to meet him there at sunset today. She was conscious of a brief pang of regret — a shadow on her mind, nothing more — that he hadn't defied Jackey and come to RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR