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There's No Profit in Loving

Modern Romances

There's No Profit in Loving 

Jun 07 1944




SINGERS, of theme song






WEAF ANNCR: Don Goddard's News at Noon, twelve o'clock sharp, follows your regular morning radio entertainment programs. Listen to Don Goddard at noon over WEAF, New York. (BEAT) The following program is transcribed. (BEAT) The West Disinfecting Company, makers of CN, presents "Modern Romances."


Love's tender glances

Bring modern romances.

The story's the same through the years.


HOST: The thoughts of lovers are like long bright shawls wrapped around each other with tender care. We bring you a story of love from the magazine "Modern Romances."


The story's the same through the years.

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HOST: And now for today's story, "There's No Profit in Loving," selected from the magazine "Modern Romances." Our story opens on a highway at night. Standing in the glare of the headlights of an approaching truck, sixteen-year-old Wanda Mellini is frantically waving her hands.


TED: (OFF AT FIRST, THEN CLOSER AS WANDA NEARS HIM) Hello! What in thunder you doin' standin' in the middle of the highway at this time of night?!

WANDA: Oh, I'm glad it's you! I was hoping it was your truck. Please take me along, and let's get goin' before Pa discovers I'm gone.


TED: You runnin' away?


TED: What's the matter? Your father been beatin' ya up again?

WANDA: Yes, he gave me a whipping on account of that fire that started in our kitchen the other night.

TED: The one I helped you put out?

WANDA: Yeah.

TED: But it wasn't your fault. I thought that one poke I took at your dad when he started cuffin' ya settled the matter.

WANDA: He's not used to havin' people stand up to him and-- Made him mad, I guess. That's why he took it out on me. This was the worst he ever gave me.

TED: Well, I - I suppose I owe you somethin' for takin' punishment on account of me, but, er, I don't like this business of helpin' ya run away.

WANDA: Pa won't care. He never did like me. Maybe because Ma died when I was born. My four brothers can help with the farm, so he'll be all right.

TED: Oh, I'm not worryin' about your pa. I'm worryin' about you.

WANDA: Oh, I'll get along. I passed a speed test in typing last year at school. I'm gonna get a job and make a lot of money. I'm going to be independent, so I can have all the things I want and nobody can hurt me.

TED: Yeah, but meanwhile ya gotta have a place to live. I-- Oh, I know! I'll take ya home to my mother! She'll know what to do with ya! Mom's got an answer for everything!


WANDA: (NARRATES) Mrs. Harrison -- Ted's mother -- was wonderful to me. In a little while, I got a job doing typing and shorthand. It didn't pay much, but it had possibilities. The Harrisons let me help with the housework for my board. I never told them that I really had a hundred and sixty dollars of my own. I had quit school a year before I ran away and got a job for fifteen dollars a week. I pretended to Pa that I was only getting ten and saved the other five every week. I didn't feel that I was cheating him because I did all the housework and washing and ironing at night. I did feel mean about not telling Mrs. Harrison and Ted, but I wanted to hold on to my savings and keep adding to them as much as I could. 

When a girl is as fiercely determined to succeed as I was, something is bound to happen. In a few months, I was made private secretary to the junior partner of the firm. That same week, something else important happened. We had just finished eating one night and when I got up to clear the dishes I stumbled accidentally against Ted. He caught me to keep me from falling and suddenly -- in the few seconds I was in his arms -- I knew I loved him. Ted must have felt the same way because-- (FADES OUT)

TED: (SERIOUS) Wanda, I - I'm darned if I-- If I don't love you.

WANDA: (EXHALES, LIGHTLY) Hey, listen, Tarzan, you've wrecked my collar -- and there's lipstick all over you. What's the big idea of turning Romeo all of a sudden?

TED: Gosh, Wanda, it - it struck me like a thunderbolt. Realizing that I love ya, I mean. I - I guess I've loved ya since the night I found ya standin' on the highway. Say, darling, could ya--? Could ya care for a hick like me? You know I'm goin' to industrial school in my time off. I'll graduate in a few months now and then maybe I can get a good job in an auto plant. I don't intend to be a truck driver all my life! Good mechanics draw swell pay. (BEAT) Whew! What a speech! Guess you'd call it a proposal. (BEAT) How 'bout it, honey?

WANDA: (PLEASED, BUT PLAYING IT COOL) Why, we'll talk about it when you get that swell mechanic's job.

TED: (THRILLED) Oh, baby! Will I work now!

WANDA: (NARRATES) When Ted got his job in an automobile plant, I married him. And for two years after our marriage I continued with my work. I let Ted pay all the bills while I kept on salting away my earnings. When I found out I was going to have a baby, I was furious. Although my bank account ran into four figures, I wanted more. More! Now my drive to the top would have to stop while I had my baby. But the moment the nurse laid little Nancy in my arms, my heart melted with love and adoration. And then when she was several weeks old, we made the tragic discovery that our baby was stone deaf. I took her to deaf-and-dumb school every morning and she learned to talk in the flat, toneless voice of the deaf, and to read our lips.

Time went by and then, just as we were climbing steadily toward financial security, the Depression came like a bolt from the blue. Our savings were wiped out. Ted lost his job and, after all the years of working and scrimping, I was right back where I started from. I managed to find a job that paid hardly enough for food and necessities while Ted took care of Nancy and the house. We tried to joke about it, but as time went on, tension and bitterness grew beneath the surface and we quarreled often and violently. And then one day I came home to find Ted turning cartwheels in the living room while Nancy, wide-eyed with delight, stood in the doorway.

TED: Hiya, honey! (LAUGHS)

WANDA: Ted Harrison, have you gone crazy? 

NANCY: Daddy has a surprise, Mommy.

TED: I'll say I have! Wanda, I've got a job. I've got a job!

WANDA: Wha--?

TED: They've taken me back at the plant. Same salary, Wanda! Same salary! I can't believe it, but it's true.

WANDA: Oh, Ted, I'm so glad, so glad!

TED: Now we can live again! Wanda, you'll - you'll give up the job, won't you?

NANCY: Yes, Mommy. Stay home with Nancy.

TED: You've supported this family long enough. It's time you had a little rest and fun.

WANDA: Oh, but, Ted, we ought to start saving again. And if I work--

TED: Save? What's the use of saving? The banks failed us once, didn't they? And how do we ever know what's gonna happen in this screwy world? Aw, resign your darned job and let's do some fancy living for a change!

WANDA: (NARRATES) "Why save?" There was conflict and turmoil in my mind when Ted raised that question. The old fierce self that wanted to save and save fought against a new, equally fierce self that wanted to spend and - and have fun and forget the years of hardship and worry. The temptation was too much. I gave in to Ted and resigned my job. From slaving and saving, we turned to spending and having fun. We were caught up in a whirlpool of social activities that left no time for sober thought, no time for real companionship or family life.

We were riding high until one evening, as we came downstairs together, prepared to leave for a dinner date, Nancy -- her face strangely still and set -- stopped us.

NANCY: Mother? You promised to take me to the magic show tonight with Daddy.

WANDA: Oh, darling, I'm awfully sorry. I forgot all about it. But it - it's too late for us to back out now. I tell you what. Daddy and mother will take you to the zoo on Sunday. You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?

NANCY: No, Mother. I like the magic show.

TED: Oh, it's a shame, dear, but be a good girl and stay home. Now, here's fifty cents. Tomorrow on your way home from school, spend it on anything you like.

WANDA: (NARRATES) Fifty cents to pay for her disappointment. The hurt look on Nancy's patient little face haunted me all the way to the Markleys. We were just sitting down to the first course of our dinner when the phone rang. The maid touched Ted on the shoulder and whispered something to him. I saw his face grow pale and tense, so I excused myself and followed him to the telephone in the next room. (TENSE, TO TED) Ted, what is it?!

TED: Something terrible has happened. (INTO PHONE) Hello? --- What hospital? --- Yes, we'll be right down.


TED: It's Nancy. 


TED: She was hit by a truck a few minutes ago. They've taken her to Hurley Hospital.

WANDA: (NARRATES) I'll never forget that endless ride across town -- and then the hospital at last, and the great stone steps and a long dim hall with the heavy smell of ether in the air. And the sympathy in the eyes of the nurse who met us.

NURSE: They've finished with her in the operating room. She's right in this room here.


NURSE: But I'm afraid--

WANDA: Oh, let me see her! 


WANDA: (TEARFUL) Oh, Nancy! Oh, my baby! (WEEPS, IN BG)

NURSE: It's impossible to rouse her.

TED: (SHAKEN) Will she--? Do you--? Do you think she'll be--?

NURSE: Well, there's a very bad skull fracture.

WANDA: (TEARFUL, TO NANCY) Oh, darling, wake up! Don't leave us! (WEEPS HYSTERICALLY) Nancy--


WANDA: (NARRATES) But our child was beyond my pleading. Seeing the magician had meant so much to her that she'd evidently started for the theater by herself. Powerless to hear, she'd been unaware of the great truck coming toward her. When the frightened driver picked her up, he found the fifty-cent piece under her unconscious little body.

Ted and I were face to face with an agony so terrible we didn't know how to meet it. Suddenly we were staring aghast at the emptiness of our lives.

Months have gone by since then and slowly, painfully, Ted and I have found our way back from the wilderness of our grief. And through it has come a wisdom which I think is summed up in what Ted said to me one day as he was staring thoughtfully out of the window, watching a pair of robins.

TED: Look at that robin's nest, Wanda. The same pair have built there ever since we lived here. They don't build a fancy gilt-edged nest one year and a lopsided ramshackle affair the next. Why - why don't we build our lives the way they do? Sanely, strongly. Not allow ourselves to swing with the tide of circumstances -- Depression one minute, inflation the next.

WANDA: I think I understand what you mean, Ted. To strike a happy medium is the thing, isn't it?

TED: Exactly, darling. 

WANDA: Do you know, Ted, for the first time in my life, I feel that my feet are planted firmly on the right road. Nancy's going opened my eyes to the real values of life. I know now that all I want or need is to keep faith in the goodness of God -- and to have your love, dearest.

TED: That you'll always have.

HOST: This has been an adaptation of "There's No Profit in Loving," a story from the magazine "Modern Romances." And now a word from our announcer.

ANNOUNCER: Are you facing a lot of housework? Well, as a matter of fact, Monday, wash-day; Tuesday, you may iron; Wednesday and Thursday, you're probably busy with the Red Cross and other war activities; and then comes Friday to get ready for the week-end. And on top of that busy schedule is your daily household cleaning problem. A good solution is a CN solution. CN, the concentrated cleansing disinfectant, cuts grease so that you can wipe it away in a jiffy. And CN disinfects and deodorizes as it cleans. Yes, there's no doubt about it -- CN is the solution to your cleaning problems.

On Friday, we'll bring you a modern romance titled, "My Daughter's Marriage." Dee Waldo marries Chris while she still is in college because he is in the army and soon to be sent overseas -- and her doting father, displeased with her hasty marriage, secretly plans to make her forget her husband so she'll marry the man he's chosen for her. And it takes his sister Louise and a letter left by his dead wife to show him the error of his ways and convince him that he's making his daughter really unhappy. Only then does Bruno Waldo resolve to be a real father to Chris, as well as to his daughter, Dee.


Love's tender glances

Bring modern romances.

The story's the same through the years.


HOST: A story of that sublime, all-absorbing emotion we know as love has been dramatized for you from the pages of the magazine "Modern Romances."


Soft lights and music are part of the scheme-- (FADES OUT)

WEAF ANNOUNCER: This transcribed program was presented by the West Disinfecting Company, makers of CN, and came to you from Radio City, New York.