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Very confidentially, here's what Bing Crosby thinks of his radio and film team-mate, Bob Burns
MR. CROSBY was a thing of beauty. He sat behind a desk in the spacious offices of Bing Crosby, Ltd. His hat was on his head. He also wore a coat. And under the coat was a sweater. But this was no ordinary sweater. No, indeed. In fact, this was the most extraordinary sweater. It had a kind of a yoke which buttoned high up around his neck. The yoke was bright blue. The middle part of the sweater was a bright, bright yellow. A blue band was also around the bottom. He was, you might say, done up in a big way. And liking it — even though no one else did.
Bing seems to have an opinion of his own about the facts of the matter as Bob relates one of his wonderful experiences, in that picture of the two stars up at the top of the page. Above, Bing had a good time, mixed work and play, when he went to Hawaii to make "Waikiki Wedding."
"Bob Burns?" Mr. Crosby was saying. "Oh, yeah! We have a feud on. It's about pipes. You see, Bob is trying to collect more pipes than I have. Must have about fifty now. Keeps me busy buying new ones so he won't get ahead. Pretty expensive, too. Guess I'll have to try some of the old ones on him soon and just hope he won't recognize them. He's pretty shrewd, though. Doubt if I could put it over on him.
"He's a swell guy, really. Liked him the first time I ever talked to him, back in 1934. My cook likes him. too. She says he's the only person who comes to the house who appreciates her cooking. Yes, I must say Bob does justice to her cooking. He eats very thoroughly, methodically but inexorably. Three times around for him is just fair eating. Why, one night he put away four Mallard ducks ! He always condones his appetite by saying he doesn't eat sweets. He doesn't. But sometimes I think it wouldn't be so hard on the duck if he did eat desserts.
"Bob's the kind of a fellow I like, though. Likes to hunt, fish, and play golf. He's a peculiar kind of hunter. He'll get all done up in his boots, take his dogs and guns and start walking. As soon as he has caught two birds, he's finished for the dav. The rest of his hunting is purely conversational.
"And it isn't because he couldn't catch plenty more if he wanted. Did you ever know Bob was one of the thirty best shots in the American Expeditionary Forces? Why, I've seen him take an ordinary little cardboard match-box, fasten it by a string to a tree and start it swinging. At fifty yards, he can hit it even time. Never saw him miss."
Bing {Continued on page 66)
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