Screenland (Nov 1949-Oct 1950)

of anything even half new — or if you have some oldies kicking around the piano bench — send "em wingin' to JIM CHOW, CHINA EDUCATIONAL SUPPLY ASSOCIATION, LTD., 155 PAO AN ROAD, CHUNGKING, CHINA . MARY FRANKLAND, St. Stephen, New Brunswick, Canada — Suggest you contact Main Stem Record Shop, New York, for any missing biscuits you may want . MAUREEN LIZAR, Toronto, Canada — Glad you catch "Robbins' Nest" our transcribed record show — it's on all over the U.S. and maybe the rest of you rascals will ask your station to carry it if they don't . ' GEE MCARDON, Vancouver, British Columbia — Gosh, so much linen from Canada. You'll be gassed to know. Gee, that Charley Barnett has already rewaxed "Charleston Alley" — some time ago on Apollo. And it's as good as you want it to be. Which is plenty! . , . CARLOS PALANCA, Barcelona, Spain— Glad you like "Riders In The Sky" so much on the Armed Forces Network from Munich. So does Vaughn Monroe. Listen closely a coupla times — you'll get the words. But what are you gonna do when you know them — dng it to your senorita.? . . . CHRISTINE COUREY, Shawimgan Falls, Quebec — If you think being razzed 'cause you want to play drums is something, what do you think all the gals who play with Phil Spitalny must have gone thru? _et 'em laugh — you go ahead and learn. Suggest you write to into a chair, the gesture is pure poetry. When she walks, she glides along without a hint of the awkwardness most people have. All this comes from her dancing, of cour.se. I only hope, after dancing with Fred Astaire in "Let's Dance." that I acquire some of it, too. Luckily, we both like to read a great deal. We have a lot of time to do it! For when our husbands decide to head for the wide-open spaces, we have hours enough to absorb The Encyclopaedia Britannica. Ted and Tony are generally sportsmad. Need we say more? The four of ns went to Palm Springs together last Winter. It was to be a big. gay, joyous vacation for us all. And what happened? Well, Ted and Tony would kiss Cyd and me goodbye at dawn, muttering something about "a little golf." At five in the evening, they would return, dragging their weary bones through the hotel where we were staying. "How did you do?" Cyd and I would ask, just like all the rule books told us to. Groans would greet us. As we had spent the entire day by ourselves, sunning, or dunking our frames in a swimming pool, paying for our own lunches, and so on. , I his reaction miffed us slightly. But we were in for more. After ten minutes by our sides — during which neither man dirl anytliing but shake his head mournfully and occasion62 Spitalny and get his advice. He's liable to be your boss some day . . . HELEN BOWERS, Lake Charles, La.— Mel Torme and lace trimmed ball and chain. Candy, are about the same height when she wears flats. He's about five, five . . . So — no more time to write, Dwight — lemme know what's buggin' ya— in re sharps and flats and we'll try and ease it. BEST IN THE NEST DORIS DAY— "You're My Thrill" (Columbia album) FRANKIE LAINE— "That Lucky Old Sun" (Mercury ) FRANKIE SINATRA— "If I Ever Love Again," "Let Her Go," "It All Depends On You" (Columbia) PERRY COMO— "Dreamer's Holiday" (Victor) JOHNNY DESMOND— "Let Her Go," "The Last Mile Home" (MGM) LES BROWN — "Les Brown's Dance Parade" (Columbia album) BILLY ECKSTINE— "If Love Is Trouble," "Body And Soul" (MGM) LOUIS ARMSTRONG— "Lucky Old Sun," "I'll Keep The Lovelight Burning," "Maybe It's Because," "On Blueberry Hill" (Dacca) GEORGE SHEARING— "East Of The Sun," "Conception" (MGM) DINAH SHORE— "Reminiscing With Dinah Shore" (Columbia album) ally utter a deep sigh — they rose. It was as if they had a secret signal. They did it with the precision of the Rockettes. "Um — going to play a httle gin," they said in unison. "Fine!" we beamed. Looks of horror crossed their faces. We gathered, somehow, that we weren't wanted. Finally, one of them managed to say, "Stakes too high for women!" That moment they were standing in front of us. The next we were in solitary glory again. Jim Stewart and Bette Davis at rehearsal of "June Bride" for CBS' "Radio Theatre. ' Even when Ted and Tony are not together, this sort of thing goes on. They seem to react via radio waves on each other, or something. They did meet us for dinner. Yes. actually! But we still played second fiddle. They master-minded eating, too. Tony thinks, you see, that Cyd should gain weight. Ted thinks that I should lose it. So — well, first, they ordered a large repast for themselves, everything on the menu. Then they seemed to realize that they were, for the first time in hours, not alone. Tony thereupon ordered two of everything on the menu for Cyd. Ted ordered me the equivalent of a glass of water. And, of course, I was starving and Cyd wasn't. Let's draw a curtain over the next hour. I nearly ate the leg off the table. Then there's the business of DEALS. For breakfast. For lunch. Far into the night. Ted and Tony are, of course, good businessmen. Both of them. And, more than actually becoming involved in business, they love to talk about it. When Tony and Cyd come to dinner at our house, they start muttering about oil leases or something with the salad. By the steak they are revolutionizing the stock market. By coffee time, they have just made the killing of the century. Cyd and I plot to see if we can get in a word edgewise. We, too, we think, know something about business. We are also professionals. Do we have a chance to expound? We do not. Our ideas are brushed off after the first five words, with male looks which tell us plainly that the female is the weaker vessel — particularly in the region of the brain. Sometimes, too, we four go to a nightclub. That is where Cyd and I really have the boys. For we girls absolutely refuse to dance together! Why don't we hit the pair on the head once in a while? Well, first, because we love them. If they're happy, then — most of the time — we are. Besides, the rule books tell you that a wife should keep rampant in her spouse the idea that he runs things, that he is mentally all-powerful. We do. Sometimes, of course, we feel as if we were living in the days of the covered wagon. Or, as if we were members of a tribe of Indians. Tony and Ted don't make us walk ten paces behind them yet, but we feel the moment may arrive at any time. The way out of this is not good, either: The boys have to be split up for a long time, as they were when Tony went across the country on a theatre tour. But that means that Cyd and I are split, too, and she's really fun to have around. When she's out of town, I miss her. Do you suppose the answer to it all is that Cyd and I enjoy each other as much as Ted and Tony, that we don't really want our husbands in our hair all the time, much as we love them? Hey, Mr. Anthony! Come quick! We Wives Have Our Troubles Continued from page 31