was now twentyeight, and he was sure that he would get his job back with Kay. I told him
about being in showbiz since I was three, doing the theaters across the
country and that I was looking forward to playing the Capitol Theater. We
had our cup of tea and then I went home.
The next day, I got a telegram on the phone:
CAUGHT YOUR ACT AT THE TERRACE ROOM. NEW WARDROBE.
NEW ARRANGEMENTS. AND CAN BOOK YOU ON THE GUS SUN TIME.
-GASPER FINITINBAUM.
I laughed so hard my mother thought I was throwing a fit. I hadn't told her
about meeting Bobby, so she didn't understand the joke. She thought someone wanted to book me.
I couldn't wait to get to work the next day. My girlfriend Gerri
Danna came down to the club with me. She was a wonderful hairdresser
and had taken over her brother's famous beauty salon while he was in the
army-and doing a damn good job of it. The minute I met her, she
became my hairdresser, in addition to my very good friend. We went to the dressing room. I got dressed for the show. Gerri did my hair and we
went upstairs.
The love of my life, my husband, William Robert Guy, affectionately known as "Bobby"
I saw Rudy at the bar and introduced him to Gerri. But Bobby wasn't
there. I said, "Where's Bobby?"
Rudy said, "Take it easy, he's in the john."
"Oh," I said, laughing.
Bobby came out and I introduced him to Gerri. She stayed with him
and Rudy while I did my show.
When I was through, Rudy said, "Tea for three?"
"Fine," I said.
I went and changed my clothes, went back upstairs and listened to the radio show. Bobby was really great-he pulled that orchestra together.
By now, it was time for me to get dressed for my second show.
When I returned from the dressing room, Bobby said, "Did you get
my telegram?"
I said, "Yes, and I knew it was from you and I laughed my head off."
He smiled and said, "Good, I gave you a laugh. I hope to give you many."
I just looked at him and smiled. This guy was really getting to me.
After my second show, I changed my clothes, went back upstairs again
and said good night to Rudy and Bobby.
He smiled that great smile of his and said, "See you tomorrow."
On the way home, I said to Gerri, "Did you see that guy in the uniform?"
She said, "Yes ...so?"
I said, "I'm gonna marry him."
She said, "That fat sergeant?"
I said, "Yes, and he's not fat. He's just solid all the way round."
She said, "You ...who won't go on a blind date or double date .... You've
only known him three days."
I said, "I don't care. He's the man I'm gonna marry." She was
dumbstruck!
Two more days and I would close at the Terrace Room. I saw Bobby
every night. We had talked about everything under the sun, including some
of the same people we knew. He also said I looked a lot like Margaret
Whiting-I had never heard of her at the time. Little did I know then that
we'd work together-for eleven years!-and that we'd become good, good
friends.
He was wonderful to talk to, plus he had a great sense of humor. I
found myself laughing a lot and really falling for this guy. But with all the
talk, he said nothing about going out or seeing one another after the Terrace Room.
Finally he said, "You know Gene Krupa opens Wednesday?" (I was to
close Tuesday.)
I said, "Yes."
He asked, "Do you want to go to the opening?"
I said, "I'd love to."
He said, "How are you coming into town?"
I told him, "I'll get my father's car and pick you up at Schribman's
and we'll go to the Terrace Room. Then, when we leave, I'll drop you off at
Schribman's and I'll go back home to Jersey."
He said, "That's great! Think your father will mind?"
I said, "I'll talk to my mother."
Of course, I was thrilled-I had a date with Bobby! My father drove
me down closing night and picked up the check... as always. He saw me
sitting with Bobby, but didn't say anything.
After the second show, I said good night to Rudy and told Bobby,
"I'll see you tomorrow at seven."
He said, "Okay."
I said, "Give me your
about being in showbiz since I was three, doing the theaters across the
country and that I was looking forward to playing the Capitol Theater. We
had our cup of tea and then I went home.
The next day, I got a telegram on the phone:
CAUGHT YOUR ACT AT THE TERRACE ROOM. NEW WARDROBE.
NEW ARRANGEMENTS. AND CAN BOOK YOU ON THE GUS SUN TIME.
-GASPER FINITINBAUM.
I laughed so hard my mother thought I was throwing a fit. I hadn't told her
about meeting Bobby, so she didn't understand the joke. She thought someone wanted to book me.
I couldn't wait to get to work the next day. My girlfriend Gerri
Danna came down to the club with me. She was a wonderful hairdresser
and had taken over her brother's famous beauty salon while he was in the
army-and doing a damn good job of it. The minute I met her, she
became my hairdresser, in addition to my very good friend. We went to the dressing room. I got dressed for the show. Gerri did my hair and we
went upstairs.
The love of my life, my husband, William Robert Guy, affectionately known as "Bobby"
I saw Rudy at the bar and introduced him to Gerri. But Bobby wasn't
there. I said, "Where's Bobby?"
Rudy said, "Take it easy, he's in the john."
"Oh," I said, laughing.
Bobby came out and I introduced him to Gerri. She stayed with him
and Rudy while I did my show.
When I was through, Rudy said, "Tea for three?"
"Fine," I said.
I went and changed my clothes, went back upstairs and listened to the radio show. Bobby was really great-he pulled that orchestra together.
By now, it was time for me to get dressed for my second show.
When I returned from the dressing room, Bobby said, "Did you get
my telegram?"
I said, "Yes, and I knew it was from you and I laughed my head off."
He smiled and said, "Good, I gave you a laugh. I hope to give you many."
I just looked at him and smiled. This guy was really getting to me.
After my second show, I changed my clothes, went back upstairs again
and said good night to Rudy and Bobby.
He smiled that great smile of his and said, "See you tomorrow."
On the way home, I said to Gerri, "Did you see that guy in the uniform?"
She said, "Yes ...so?"
I said, "I'm gonna marry him."
She said, "That fat sergeant?"
I said, "Yes, and he's not fat. He's just solid all the way round."
She said, "You ...who won't go on a blind date or double date .... You've
only known him three days."
I said, "I don't care. He's the man I'm gonna marry." She was
dumbstruck!
Two more days and I would close at the Terrace Room. I saw Bobby
every night. We had talked about everything under the sun, including some
of the same people we knew. He also said I looked a lot like Margaret
Whiting-I had never heard of her at the time. Little did I know then that
we'd work together-for eleven years!-and that we'd become good, good
friends.
He was wonderful to talk to, plus he had a great sense of humor. I
found myself laughing a lot and really falling for this guy. But with all the
talk, he said nothing about going out or seeing one another after the Terrace Room.
Finally he said, "You know Gene Krupa opens Wednesday?" (I was to
close Tuesday.)
I said, "Yes."
He asked, "Do you want to go to the opening?"
I said, "I'd love to."
He said, "How are you coming into town?"
I told him, "I'll get my father's car and pick you up at Schribman's
and we'll go to the Terrace Room. Then, when we leave, I'll drop you off at
Schribman's and I'll go back home to Jersey."
He said, "That's great! Think your father will mind?"
I said, "I'll talk to my mother."
Of course, I was thrilled-I had a date with Bobby! My father drove
me down closing night and picked up the check... as always. He saw me
sitting with Bobby, but didn't say anything.
After the second show, I said good night to Rudy and told Bobby,
"I'll see you tomorrow at seven."
He said, "Okay."
I said, "Give me your
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