The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-20
BY FRANCES KLOOCK

The door of the dark and hand some young mans room was open as usual and the steady rhythm of his typewriter came to Jeanne as she trod past on the way to her own little apartment.
 Of course it was obvious to Jeanne that he was @ writer. But more fascinating was the revelation of Mrs. Murdoch, the landlady of the earnest young writer.
 All that stuff," the 1andlady re- vealed, "of love and romance that you listen to on the radio = he writes that"
 "Yes, I've listened to e great many of his stories on the air." Jeanne acknowledged.
 Romance? Sure, what does he know about it?" Mrs. Murdoch went on, shaking her head sadly. He's in that room all day long banging at that machine. He never does any, thing but work. Some days he doesn't even go out to eat, but sits there and pounds and pounds. But he's successful, guess, judging from the checks he gets in the mail.
 He could afford much more ex- pensive living quarters, too," the landlady continued, but he likes 1t here. The atmosphere, he calls it, of my place." Mrs. Murdoch went on bit proudly. But little rest wouldn't hurt the boy. He works too hard, but you know that, darl- ing, being a writer yourself"
 He's such @ dynamo that he makes me feel like a sloth," Jeanne replied.
 It was extremely warm when Jeanne came along one afternoon quite fatigued after Q strenuous day of chasing stories for the Star. The young mans typewriter was click ing furiously as she sauntered along the hall.
 His door was open and for a mo- ment Jeanne paused quite taken with the industry of the chap. He was the picture of an author, she agreed. Shirt open at the neck, cigarette alongside of him burning, quite neglected, as he beat Q steady tattoo on the keys.
 She watched for a few moments quite forgetful that she was an in- terloper that he might turn at any time from his prodigious output of romance for the radio.
 He turned so suddenly that Jeanne was a trifle embarrassed as he lln- expectedly looked up. He smiled at her.
 Hello, there," he greeted cordial ly. His teeth flashed even and white.
 It took Jeanne a moment or so to recover her composure.
 I'm sorry" she answered. "1 was a bit intrigued by the manner in which you work" she compli- mented.
 T suppose I could unbend for Q moment" he said getting up and moving toward the open door where she stood. T also suppose I could be less formal with my neighbors, but if I relax for moment 1t seems I'm behind in my work" he ex- plained
 i've heard your shows on the air." Jeanne said.
 "Well, that's more than I get tc do, most of the tin1e," the young man laughed.
 Mrs. Murdoch was telling me- Jimmie went on after Jeanne had accepted his offer to sit down, that you're a reporter. That makes Us kindred spirits. I was Q reporter for a long time before I took to writing for radio"
 DO you mind if I ask to what do you attribute your success in writing for the air?" Jeanne asked
 He smiled. "One thing. feel that everyone is hungry for roe nance. Of course it's old. Very old. The Cinderella plot. The girls on the subway, the trolleys, and the boys, too," he added with @ twinkle in his brown eyes, "all love the color and glamour and allure of the Cinderella gag. So," he laughed, T restore Cinderella"
 Jeanne was away on an out-of- town story assignment for Q few days and saw nothing of Mfr. Cin- derella, as she had taken to calling him.
 Jeanne was away on af1 out-of- town story assignment for Q few
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