CHAPTER ELEVEN
Christmas was approaching too on the other side of the ocean—although, due to the time zones, it was not yet quite so near. There too a multitude of things, some without precedent, demanded to be thought about in the crowded days and dreamed of in the lengthening nights.
“He’ll have his parcel by now,” a million women told themselves. “This will be the last one.”
“Would you rather go to the Astor or the Music Hall? The Aster’s got Mickey Rooney and a new young girl called Elizabeth Taylor. The Music Hall’s got Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis. The stage show is The Nativity. They always do The Nativity so beautifully.”
“I see Eddie Cantor’s got Nora Martin as his special guest.”
A senator from Dakota claimed that within the next twenty, “perhaps ten,” years the Stat
