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Astrologicaily unsound; Morion and Frank Parker, with whom she denies romance. He's Taurus and she's Pisces. From the very first, Arthur has treated her just fine, Marion insists. Why, the first time he saw her sing— in a night club in Miami—he said, “Young woman, you can really sing a song. Would you like to come to New York and sing in my show?” “Imagine,” Marion said. “Imagine.” The very next day she flew north to New York with Godfrey and that night she appeared on the show for the first time. That was 47 months ago . . . and she and Arthur have never exchanged a cross word since; not even on that awful morning when Marion lost her petticoat in the mid¬ dle of the show. She was singing a duet with Frank Parker that day when—whoops!—she suddenly stepped out of her petticoat with the eclat of a Gypsy Rose Lee. “It was terrible,” Marion recalled. “The strap broke.” At the time, all the newspapers re¬ ported that Godfrey was real upset about the petticoat incident. Some of the more excitable columnists went so far as to assert that Arthur had chewed her out completely. But that just isn’t true, according to Marion. In fact, Arthur was very fair. “Do you know what he said to me after the show? He said, ‘Forget about it, Marion; it could have hap¬ pened to anyone.’ ” And speaking of rumors, what was all this gossip, anyway, about big, hazel-eyed Marion and smiling Frank Parker? “That!” Marion looked like a girl who had heard all this before. “Any¬ time audiences notice Frank smiling at me during the show, they immedi¬ ately start getting ideas about us. I wonder why they can’t see that we’re acting!” Anyway, she was quick to point out, a romance with Frank Parker would be astrologicaily unsound. “He’s Taurus,” she explained, “and I’m Pisces.” Marion, who was born in St. Louis, made her debut as an actress—on a one-minute radio spot—when she was five. After high school she became, in turn, a model, a ballroom dancer, a USO entertainer and a radio singer. While visiting an aunt in Los An¬ geles, she became the protegee of At¬ water Kent, the late radio tycoon, who sent her to dancing school. From there, she was off to London for an 18-month singing engagement. On her return to St. Louis—^she doesn’t like to talk about this part—she was mar¬ ried and subsequently divorced. Her next stop was Miami—and Godfrey. Today, Marion is as happy as a but¬ terfly on Godfrey and Friends. “Arthur’s been fine about every¬ thing,” she said. “He has never said I couldn’t sing on my own—or even star in a Broadway show if I wanted to. The only thing is, I don’t want to. Right now I just want to sing for Arthur Godfrey and His Friends.” She looked around the waiting room once again. On the walls were several smiling portraits of Godfrey—as well as some plaques testifying to his dis¬ tinguished services to TV, radio, the world of sports, and the cause of flying. On the floor was a thick, rich carpet. Marion sighed happily. And why shouldn’t she? She’s a princess in Godfrey land. 22