Radio-TV mirror (Jan-June 1953)

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My Dad's a Great Guy (Continued from page 57) to the Cocoanut Grove — with my mom and dad! The folks said our eyes were as big as the moon that lights up at the end of the room. That place really has atmosphere, with the palm trees and everything — and we really had a night of it dancing to a good orchestra with all those interesting folks around us. I feel especially proud, because not many guys could get their folks to take them to the Cocoanut Grove to celebrate their one hundredth birthday, let alone their sixteenth. It turned out that Mom and Dad had more laughs than we did. (We were all too busy rubbernecking around.) Of course, Dad's always laughing about something. He even laughed when the bill came — but he paid it. Yes, sir. Mom and Dad are always looking out for our best interests. Being sixteen (and six-feet-one) sometimes makes a guy think he knows better than his parents. I know I thought I was ready to play football and, though the folks didn't agree, they let me have my way. What a way! First Thursday of last football season, I came home from Beverly Hills High School with two beautiful black eyes. I say "beautiful," because they were the prettiest shade of blue and green I'd ever seen. Although blue and green generally don't go well together, these, if I do say so myself, were a perfectly matched pair. Well, I crept into the house about dinner time as quietly as my wobbly six-foot frame would allow. It wasn't quiet enough, because I dropped my football shoes down the kitchen stairs and they sounded like a herd of stampeding buffaloes. "Is that you, Jack?" asked Mother. I remember thinking at the time that they probably associated stampeding buffaloes with their six-foot son, and it didn't strike me as being complimentary. "Is that you, Jack?" Mother called again. I mumbled something about it only being the iceman, but that was no good. Mother and Dad came to the head of the stairs, half-dressed, each wearing their respective tuxedo and going-out-to-dinner clothes. So there I stood, half-bent over, trying to pick up my football shoes with one hand, and trying to blow my nose and hide my eyes with my handkerchief in the other. Of course, I had to let go of the stairway bannister to do this, and that was just too much for my dizzy condition. I folded on the steps like a broken accordion. Mother said, "Something wrong, Jack?" "No," I mumbled. I couldn't even talk through my nose, so I don't expect they understood me. I only knew I didn't want them to know I'd gotten this way from football. Of course, they're much too big to say "I told you so," but I couldn't stop 'em from thinking it. "You look a bit banged up, Jack," said Dad. "Jack! You've got a black eye," said Mother coming down the stairs. "Why, you've got two," she said, when she arrived at the bottom step. "And your nose is all swollen. You'd better call the doctor, Art, and tell him we're coming right over." "Now, Mother," I said, "there's nothing wrong with me. . . ." I argued fiercely all the way over to Doc's. While the Doc took X-rays, we all stood around, me with my football shoes in hand, Dad in half of his tux, and Mother . . . well. Fortunately for me, nothing was broken. YOMS FOR OA/iY THIS BEAUTIFUL BOX OF ALL-OCCASION CARDS IS REALLY YOURS FOR 1c • . .YOU WON'T BE ASKED TO RETURN IT! IT'S YOURS FOR 1c WHEN YOU MAIL COUPON JUST TO PROVE HOW EASILY A FEW SPARE HOURS CAN EARN YOU Never before an introductory offer to match this! We want to prove you'll find it easy as pie to take orders for All-Occasion Cards exquisitely designed by FRIENDSHIP STUDIOS, and also show how quickly you can make $50.00 and even more— just by spending a few hours now and then taking orders from your friends and neighbors. So here's the astonishing offer we're making for the very first time: Fill out and mail the coupon below. We'll promptly send you a beautiful new box of All-Occasion Greeting Cards as shown, plus other sample boxes on approval. The cost to you is just 1 #. Yes, JUST ONE SINGLE PENNY is all you pay for 14 beautiful cards and envelopes that would usually retail for $2 or $3 if bought separately. ONLY ONE TO A FAMILY! NEW DEALERS ONLY! We're making this unheard-of \<t sale offer to make more people familiar with our money-making plan. Offer is strictly limited and includes additional "FRIENDSHIP" Greeting Card Assortments on approval, together with MONEY-MAKING PLAN and FREE Imprint Samples. But hurry! Offer may end at any time. FRIENDSHIP STUDIOS, INC. 616 Adams St., Elmira, N. Y. In Canada> write 103 Simcoe St., Toronto 1, Ont. Do Not Send Penny with Coupon! FRIENDSHIP STUDIOS, INC. 616 Adams St., Elmira, New York I accept your wonderful offer. Send your sample assortments on approval, plus ONE BOX OF FRIENDSHIP ALLOCCASION Cards at your special introductory price of only 11. Also include FREE Personalized Imprint Samples. I'm sincerely interested in making money in spare time. Name Address Cify & Zone State 77