TV Radio Mirror (Jul - Dec 1956)

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the Most Happy Little Girl Daily, Dorothy Collins counts her blessings : Raymond Scott and Debbie, their home — and Your Hit Parade Raymond, Dorothy and Debbie Scott form a joyful trio, indoors or outside their beautiful Long Island estate. By GLADYS HALL What are little girls made of? We all know, from the old familiar jingle: "Sugar and spice and everything nice." . . . But — what are little girls' lives made of? . . . That can be a sweet refrain, too: A husband named Raymond. A baby called Debbie. Hope of another Debbie. And another. A thirty-two-room country house. Diamonds. Song. A peat-moss bog. A hospital. Rumors. Adventures ... in the air ... on the air. At Las Vegas. In Red Rocks, Colorado. In New York. Space ships. Disc jockeys. A trip to Europe. The first trip, breathlessly exciting. A career, ever gi-owing. . . . These are the ingredients one little girl's life is made of. Or has been, during the past year. The "one little girl" is obviously Your Hit Parade's singing star, Dorothy Collins . . . known to her household and her neighbors in North Hills, Long Island — and thought of, in her own mind and heart — as Mrs. Raymond Scott. To Dorothy, four years married, "Everything revolves around Raymond. The house. Debbie. The career. Me. Our marriage has been such a wonderful thing," she says, "basically wonderful, in that we are such friends. See Next Page ^ *. The moment Naka opens the door, the Scotts step into a world that contains space for all they love best . . . from Debbie's playroom to their own recording studio. i [;\