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Now that Linda Roberta (for "Roberta") Hope has arrived to crown their happiness, they know that Dolores and Bob have nothing to fear. The Hopes adopted little Linda from the famous "Cradle" in Evanston, Illinois, last September. They had been on the waiting list for "a boy two years old" for over a year. When they stopped in Chicago enroute home from London this summer, they drove out to Evanston to drop in on Mrs. Wolrath and see how their chances were for getting a son for Christmas. "Don't worry. You'll get your baby," Mrs. Wolrath told them cheerfully. "I've heard a lot about you two. As a matter of fact, I have a baby now I had in mind for you — only six weeks old. Of course it's a little girl, and . . ." "Bob thought we should get a little older baby." Dolores objected, weakly, "he thinks little ones are so red, you know and so wrinkly." "We really wanted a boy," said Bob. "But could we just look at her?" asked Dolores. THAT was the end of the argument. ' Dolores spent two weeks in San Francisco in personal appearances with Bob, then went back to Chicago to get Linda. Ever since her marriage Dolores had wanted a child. At first she hoped for one of her own. When the best New York physician told her there was no possibility of that she wanted to adopt one. "We have such a happy life, Bob. We should have a child to share it. Our marriage wouldn't be complete without it." Bob didn't consent at first. Perhaps he harbored a last small doubt that one day Dolores would find that being "Mrs. Bob Hope" wasn't enough, and would want to think of her career again. What of the baby then? "Wait a little, darling," he said. All of you who liked Bob's radio show last year, and made his program — a newcomer to the air — a quick success had something to do with the final decision. Once the show clicked, Bob and Dolores knew that they would be in Hollywood for a long time, and that they would have a permanent home — in the California sunshine — and peace and security to offer their child. As soon as they knew, they wrote to Mrs. Wolrath. If Bob had been doubtful about babies, especially small ones, Linda soon cured him of his misgivings. The biggest change — Bob and Dolores' old New York friends would never believe it — is evident every morning about eight o'clock. Things are buzzing around the house by then. "You know," Bob remarked one morning as he pulled himself out of bed at a quarter to eight, "This is just about the time we used to get in back in New York when I was rushing you." "I'd get away from the club at 2: 30," Dolores recalled. "And then we'd go to Rubens' for a sandwich. Remember the night we went to Harlem to hear some swing band and didn't get home until nine o'clock the next morning?" "And the night," said Bob, "that we went for a hack ride in Central Park? And there was snow on the ground and the horses' hoofs actually crunched!" Remembering all this, they laughed. And then Bob asked: "Dolores, do you remember New Year's Eve in 1933?" And suddenly there were tears in Dolores' eyes, for even now she cannot remember that night without trembling. That New Year's Eve was the night Bob proposed to her. It is a story, however, without which no picture of Bob Hope would be complete. It is a picture of a softer, gentler fellow than his fans take their smooth, wisecracking idol to be. It was that gentle fellow with whom Dolores Reade fell so precipitately in love, and the fellow little Linda will know as her father. The night she met Bob — and the milkman — for the first time, Dolores had her first good look at a New York sunrise. Not that she had been without masculine admirers. There were half a dozen rich and prominent New Yorkers playing stagedoor Johnny for Dolores. But she had enthusiasm only for her career, and pampered it with plenty of beauty sleep. She was on her way to stardom. Love? She had no time for love. Marriage? Don't be silly. That was before December 21, 1933. He came in with two other men. She knew George Murphy — who was dancing in "Roberta" — and Bob Maxwell. George introduced her hurriedly to the other man. I'VE brought Bob over to hear you * sing," he said. She thought he must mean Bob Maxwell and smiled. The three were going on to the HaHa Club for supper and asked her to come along. She accepted. As soon as they found their table, George and Bob Maxwell left them to greet some friends on the other side of the room. She was left alone with the nice, anonymous young man. "Let's dance," she said. "I don't think I feel like it," he answered. She was furious, and suddenly acutely aware of him. How did he dare? This — this chorus boy — had refused to dance with her. She looked around for Bob Maxwell, and caught his eye. In a moment they were on the dance floor, and the anonymous young man was alone at the table. Next he was at Maxwell's side, tapping him on the shoulder. "I'll cut," he said. She began an indignant refusal, but before she could speak, they were in the middle of the floor dancing. Maxwell had gone back to the table. "I feel like it now," he said, and laughed. It was four o'clock when they left the club. They went on from there to Rubens' for scrambled eggs. Someone mentioned golf, and Dolores and her still anonymous young man found they were both enthusiastic golfers. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR