Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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■ Introducing an exciting new radio hero. Dr. Jerry, who fights with all his heart to win the love of a girl and the friendship of a town which hates him YOUNG DR. MALONE leaned back in the comfortable chair and let his eyes wander around the spacious office in farewell. He loved the place. He loved the whole atmosphere of the vast, important Medical Foundation. He loved the faint perfume of ether, the crisp rustle of the nurses' starched uniforms; loved the immense, efficient plant dedicated to the soothing of pain. And he would miss it, he realized grimly . . . miss it badly. "Something's on your mind, laddie." Dr. Abercrombie's glance was keen. Jerry Malone's serious face broke into a grin at the older man's perception. In all of his years of work under the brilliant head of the Foundation, he had never been able to surprise that clever Scotch mind, that almost uncanny Scotch intuition. Well, he had a surprise for Abercrombie this time! "Yes sir. I'm afraid I'm leaving. Decided suddenly last night. The more I think of Belmore, the madder I get. So I . . ." "Belmore!" roared Abercrombie. "And what's Belmore? A pin-head on the map! A wee sma' town nobody ever heard of and nobody ever will. Ye've already wasted that fine talent of yours a year in Belmore. Are ye content to live and dee a country doctor when ye might be a wurrld famous surgeon, doing good for thousands? "Ah, laddie, ye forrce my hand! I didna mean tae tell ye this just yet, but ye hae a chance here not APBIL, 1940 rM>»° MW*oR one in a thousand gets. I'm not growing any younger, and I've a mind tae train ye for my post here, if ye've not set your stubborn head on throwing yourself away completely." "I ... I had no idea . . ." began Jerry. "Think on it, laddie. What's Belmore got tae offer compared with the chances ye hae right here?" "Nothing," said Dr. Malone slowly. "Nothing but . . ." "There's more tae this than meets the eye," accused Abercrombie. "Is it a gurrl? And only a year ago I heard ye vowing ye'd never marry until ye had your career under control, swearing that no woman would get a second look from ye until ye 17