The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-02
BY NIKK1 KAYE

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 The sun was streaming through the windows of the WEI radio studios. Everywhere there were smiling faces behind beautiful mod ernistic desks as the girls in the busy script department went to work.
 Gerald Hammond walked jaunti- ly through the studio doors with his usual morning smile, immac. ulate suit, and white carnation.
 Good morning, Miss Harriet" he said cheerily. Miss Harriet smiled in reply.
 Hello, Miss Helen"
 Morning" Miss Helen caroled back.
 "Ah. Good morning, Miss Janet" He paused moment. Flows the voice today?" He stood expectantly beside Janet Wilson's desk, his blue eyes very grave and hopeful. What about lunching with me today?" he asked.
 Janet tossed her blonde head. "No thank you, MT. Hammond, l didn't care to lunch with you yes- terday. I don't care to today, and I won't tomorrow or next week." Janet turned her back and Gerald Hammond shrugged, smiled sheep ishly, and then walked on into his private office.
 What's wrong with you??" Dotty asked as she put pile of manuscripts on Janets desk. He's so darned conceited I could scream. Just because half the girls in the office are crazy about him, he thinks he's a little Tin God"
 Well, maybe he's interested in you. Janet.
 "Uh-huh. Not on your life. But there might be some one who is interested"
 Gee, kid, it's shame" Dotty said. "A girl with your looks and your voice reading script in a radio office, instead of being in front of mike But listen, kid, you'll get your chance yet"
 You bet will," Janet answered vehemently. "Steve's been work ing for me pretty hard, and think with his help I'll honestly get some place"
 Steve? Oh, you mean that an- nouncer. Aw, he's a heel. With his help you'll go no place in hurry. Keep away from that guy. Janet. He'll never do you any good"
 Don't you say that, Dotty. He's working for me, tell you"
 Don't be a sap, Janet, he's |. wait a minue, that's my phone |. Here's it's for you. Must be an in- ter-office call" Hello? Yes. Steve! Oh, no! Honestly? Oh. Steve, that's grand. No. won't need any rehearsals. I practically sing those songs in my sleep. Thanks so much. o. K. See you tonight Janet" turned to Dotty. See? He did 1t. He did it. Steve's arranged for an audi tion for me, tonight" The studio was quiet, but crowd- ed. Janet stood outside the glass enclosed room waiting for her sig nal. She was twisting her hand kerchief nervously.
 Well! If it isn't the office canary trying to be 8 radio star. What about supper after the shows over? You'll probably need nourishment." Gerald was smiling broadly. Janet looked him over slowly.
 "Mr. Hammond" she said icily, twill you kindly stop bothering me? If see your silly smile much longer, I'll scream"
 "Now, now. You're just nervous. What about coming to the party at the Evergreen after the show? We'll all be there."
 Janet turned on her heel and marched resolutely into the small studio. She stood before the mike and trembled. This was her first big opportunity. She raised fright ened, imploring eyes and saw the mocking smile of Gerald Ham, mond. She stiffened. As the open ing bars of her first song came to her, Janet threw back her shoul- ders, held up her head. and sang.
 Every one gasped. Her voice was glorious. She sang on and on, her voice thrilling everyone.
 
 At last it was over and Janet, little weak, found herself in the center of a group of enthusias- tic people, receiving their congrat-