With a Song in My Heart Page #3

from Radio City in New York.

Tonight we have a very special treat

in store for you in the person...

of a glamorous newcomer

you've been reading about.

Now making her first radio appearance

in New York City...

Miss Jane Froman!

[Applause]

% Blue moon%

% You saw me standing alone%

% Without a dream in my heart%

% Without a love of my own%

% Blue moon%

% You knew just what I%

% Was there for%

% You heard me saying a prayer for%

% Someone I really could care for%

% And then there suddenly appeared%

% Before me%

% The only one my arms%

% Will ever hold%

% I heard somebody whisper%

% Please adore me%

% And when I looked%

% The moon had turned to gold%

[Backup Singers]

% The magical moon%

% Blue moon%

% Now I'm no longer alone%

% Without a dream in my heart%

% Without a love of my own%

% And then there suddenly appeared%

% Before me%

% The only one my arms will ever%

% Hold%

% I heard somebody whisper%

% Please adore me%

% And when I looked%

% The moon had turned to gold%

- % Blue moon%

- % Blue moon Blue moon%

% Now I'm no longer alone%

% Now I'm no longer alone%

% Without a dream in my heart%

% Without a dream

in my heart%

% Without a love%

% Of my own%

[Backup Singers]

% Blue moon% %

[Applause]

[Don Narrating] From that very

first show, she was "in'"...a click.

In the words of the, shall we say,

more conservative critics...

"a zooming wow, '"

"a hot canary, '" "the tops. '"

Offers poured in

from everywhere...

from big-name movie houses...

top air shows like

Palmolive, Coca-Cola, Buick.

You didn't need a crystal ball

to tell where all this was leading...

right straight to her selection

as the number one girl singer on the air.

Meanwhile, what about me?

Well, I'll bite. What about me?

Oh, I managed

a few jobs here and there.

Hittin' the Follies

in which Jane was a star.

The Pontiac program.

A trip to Hollywood for a movie test.

In fact, I was just

back from that.

But my real job...

my 24-hour-a-day job...

was increasingly Jane.

[Jane]

Yes? Who is it?

[Raspy Voice] Lady, I'm workin' my way

through barber college. I just wondered...

Don! I thought you were

still in California.

- We all make mistakes. How are you, baby?

- I am fine. Come on in.

- Miss me?

- Like a front tooth.

- You don't show it.

- You dog. Just because I've put on four pounds.

- Where?

- Where do you think?

I played 18 holes of golf yesterday

and rehearsed four hours trying to get it off.

What about you?

What about the picture?

If those birds think I'm gonna stay in Hollywood

just to play a stooge for Victor Mature...

- Eighteen holes, huh? What'd you shoot?

- Never mind that.

I was so in hopes this would be the break

you'd been waiting for.

You couldn't give me Hollywood.

Besides, if I'm out there, who's gonna run out

and get you a jar of cold cream?

Suppose it wasn't as good a part

as you'd hoped for.

It's not always the size

of the part that matters.

Maybe if you'd talked to them,

they'd have built it up.

Look, what's the use of kidding ourselves?

There wasn't any picture deal.

Just another wild-goose chase

that some screwball agent dreamed up.

But who cares?

The Chief gives you a nice ride.

I slept like a Monday night

audience both ways.

And now you.

What have you been up to, besides golf?

- Nothing of any interest.

- Is that so?

Then what's all this I read in Winchell's column

about you and that Long Island polo player?

Oh, him? He's all right. He's fun.

Not a brain in his head.

Mm-hmm.

And all these flowers?

From some garden club, no doubt?

Or do you send them to yourself?

- Mind if I take a peek?

- I'm not sure I should let you.

But go right ahead.

Help yourself.

Who's this one?

Oh, just somebody who's down

to his last million or two.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Reduced to that, eh?

So much for him.

Now, you were saying?

I wasn't saying anything.

But there was something you said about getting

me a jar of cold cream when I need it.

Oh, that's just a way of talking.

Mind if I fix myself a drink?

Of course not.

I'll fix it for you. What'll it be?

- Scotch.

- And soda?

A little.

You know, it's true.

I have let you do things for me.

I'm the slave type.

I like doing them.

- Listen, you wanna know something?

- Mm-hmm.

I haven't got a polo pony to my name.

I haven't even got a million bucks.

- Imagine.

- But you know how I feel.

The question is,

how do you feel?

All kidding aside, don't you think

it's time we talked things over...

got something settled?

I don't know what to say, Don.

You've been so wonderful to me.

You've taught me so much.

- But you're not in love with me, is that it?

- I didn't say that.

It's just that,

well, I'm not sure.

You see,

I've never been in love before.

And you sort of expected someone

to come along, like a knight on horseback?

I suppose every girl looks forward

to a little fireworks.

You haven't been reading

True Confessions, have you?

It's possible.

It's also possible that

I'm in love with you.

Okay. That's good enough for me.

Let's say you are.

How about dropping down

to city hall with me some morning?

They tell me there's been

quite a run on marriages lately.

Maybe it's the war fever.

People hedging against the future.

Anyway, something's doing it.

- Do you really want me to do that, Don?

- Of course I do.

What do you think

I've been driving at all these months?

I've asked you so many times,

I'm beginning to sound like a roundelay.

Suppose I put it another way,

for a change.

I'm a poor little sheep

who's lost his way.

And you, baby,

you're big business.

I need you.

You need me.

The perfect setup

for matrimonial bliss.

Also, think how economical

it would be if we ever went on tour.

Two for the price of one.

You're not still stewing about your mother

and what happened to her marriage?

No, it's not that. It's...

It's just that

I want to be sure.

Maybe this is a silly thing to say,

but I want a home, Don... a real home.

What do you call this...

a shanty in old shantytown?

- I don't mean just a house.

- Look.

If it'll relieve your mind,

I give you my word...

that as cook, dishwasher, lover boy,

I'll be strictly Phi Beta Kappa.

What more could you

wish for than that?

I can't think

of a single thing, Mr. Ross.

Then the answer is... yes?

[Don Narrating] I wouldn't say it was

the most elaborate ceremony of the year...

but as weddings go,

it was all you could ask for...

- words, music...

- % % [Organ Hits Wrong Note]

Did I say "music'"?

Witnesses, kisses,

even a shower of rice.

Yep, we were married

and lived happily ever...

Well, at least

we were married.

The orange blossoms came later when we

drove out to California for our honeymoon.

But even that ended up

on a movie stage...

with Jane the star, and me...

well, I could still play piano.

% % [Piano, Up-tempo]

% I'm the toast of the town%

% In my Paris gown%

% A little naughty but nice%

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