Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

If You Were Mrs. Bob Crosby (Continued from page 27) music in her heart, and a yen to meet a certain handsome young bandleader. She met him, she married him — and was overnight catapulted into a topsy-turvy life that was completely foreign to the normal, wellregulated existence she had always known before. Nor was it long before Cathleen Denise Crosby, who celebrates birthday No. 1 on June 21, came along to be a very lovable complication. Miss Cathy insists on being fed, bathed and played with on time, and her schedule doesn't allow any compromises with the night-owl activities of her Old Man. Bob gracefully bows and gives full credit for the success of their marriage to June — who deserves all of it. Bob was playing in Chicago, her home-town, when she managed to wangle an introduction to him. They were married on September 22, 1938, and June became Queen of the Dixielanders, the One-Nighter Bride. She loved traveling with the band, going from one town's dance-hall to the next with Bob. It was fun watching him work in front of crowds of jitter-bugs and dance fans. Yes, it was great fun for the honeymoon months of their marriage until Cathy was on her way. CATHLEEN arrived last June and the problems of domesticity and settling down began in earnest. Bob had his Camel Caravan radio program, now heard Saturday nights on NBC, but the band was still barnstorming around playing in theaters and one-night stands. Finally, though, word came that the Crosby band had been engaged to play in Manhattan's New Yorker hotel and the bandleader and his wife decided to pitch their tent in New York. June happily began house-hunting. She picked Bronxville, the New York suburb where she had gone to school, as her locale. By September, the trio was settled in charming surroundings — gardens, trees, a golf course nearby for Bob, bridle paths for June and a beautiful, sunny nursery for Cathy. Three very happy Crosbys are living in that house despite all the topsyturviness of their life because June is just as smart as she is pretty. Her first step in making everybody happy was forgetting all about herself and thinking only of her husband and baby. The best way to follow her day is to begin at the end of it. She spends her evenings at home alone and, come midnight, she goes to bed. At 3 A.M. she awakens automatically to wait for Bob's return. Usually, he leaves New York immediately after work and heads for Bronxville and home, getting there between three and three-thirty. They visit with each other in the kitchen while June prepares a postmidnight lunch for her husband. Sandwiches, cookies, milk — and she, not believing in eating late at night, never goes farther than an apple. They get to bed about four and Bob tries to catch up on his newspapers and June tries to sleep, because at 7 A.M. she awakens — via the alarm clock — to feed the baby. Back to bed, up again at nine for another feeding. Sleep for another hour, and another interval with Cathy at ten. A return (Continued on page 53) APRIL, 1940 "It used to make me hopping mad — the way my husband was always kicking about his shirts. I know they were a mess — everything in my wash was full of tattle-tale gray. But I worked like a beaver. I didn't know my lazy soap left dirt behind. I had no idea what ailed my clothes until . . . "The lady next door got me to wash the Fels-Naptha way — and glory, what a surprise! I've tried the bar as well as the new Fels-Naptha Soap Chips. Both of them combine grand golden soap and gentle nap t ha so effectively that even the grimiest dirt hustles out ! You bet my husband's showering me with compliments these days — I've got the whitest, most fragrant washes that ever danced on a line!" Now— Fels-Naptha brings you 2 grand ways to banish "Tattle -Tale Gray" WHEREVER YOU USE BAR SOAP USE FELS-NAPTHA SOAP. SEE HOW IT HUSTLES OUT DIRT-HOW BEAUTIFULLY WHITE AND SWEET IT GETS YOUR CLOTHES! SEE WHY MILLIONS SAY ITS THE GRANDEST BAR'SOAP THEY'VE EVER USED* WHEREVER YOU USE BOX'SOAPUSE FELS-NAPTHA SOAP CHIPS THEY SPEED WASHING MACHINES LIKE MAGIC BECAUSE THEY'RE HUSKIER -NOT PUFFED UP WITH AIR LIKE FLIMSY, SNEEZY POWDERS. THEY GIVE BUSIER, LIVELIER SUDS BECAUSE THEY NOW HOLD A NEW SUDS-BUILDER Remember — Golden Bar or Golden Chips — ■ FELS-NAPTHA BANISHES "TATTLE-TALE GRAY" COPR 1940. FELS ft CO. 51