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By Alice Sheba
communications, a friend called and asked, “Would you want to work at WQXR,
I was passionate about music and listened to the station, but I didn’t think
that I could qualify as a secretary. I had no office skills. “No, this job would
require answering questions about music, artists and composers that listeners
“I’ll be there.” And I was prompt to arrive at 57th and Fifth Avenue where the
radio station was located, on a crisp fall morning in 1946. I was interviewed by
the person in charge of programming, and then hired by Abram Chasins, who
had been a concert pianist, composer, author and teacher, and had become the
musical director of the station. He showed me the books and card catalogs in
the library that I would be using to answer questions from listeners. I felt
responsible and well suited for my work in replying to queries about music
at Carnegie Hall, Town Hall, and wherever quality classical music was offered.
My piano teacher, who had been a protégée of Moritz Rosenthal in Vienna, told
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It was pleasant to arrive at the radio station and chat with the announcers
who would tell me the latest news before listeners heard it over the air. The
office space where I was located, had a sizeable desk with a phone, chair, and
best of all, large windows that allowed natural daylight in addition to the overhead
fluorescent bulbs.
musical events. He served on jury panels for the Van Cliburn, Chopin Prize,
something good looks. One of the highlights of my time at WQXR was when
Vladimir Horowitz, the great piano virtuoso, came to visit. Abram told me that he
was Horowitz’s friend and designated “pusher,” to literally get him on to the
concert stage, because of his stage fright attacks prior to any performance. One
particular day I was in the station library when Abram entered with Horowitz. I
was aflutter because I attended all of Horowitz’s concerts and anticipated being
introduced to him. Abram approached, turned to the maestro and said, “Valodya,
you must meet someone marvelous, here is Alice Rickel.” These honeyed words
made me question Abram’s motive in saying them, since flattering unction had a
responsible for the WQXR brochure that was mailed to listeners. We became
friendly because of our mutual interest in music and books, and she told me that
her husband, Don, was a literary agent. I considered myself fortunate that
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everything related to my first job experience was not only pleasant, but also
stimulating. I developed some ideas for boosting listener loyalty to WQXR, and I
answered queries about music, composers, and performing artists. The only
negative experience at the station was when the owner encountered me. He
tried to pinch my backside. Most of the female employees, I later found out,
One day at lunch, Marilyn said, “There’s someone I know who I’d like to
have you meet. I think that you and he would be very interesting together.”
“That might be fun. Tell me about him.” Marilyn was bright and I
respected her taste and judgment. “He’s a writer. My husband is his literary
agent. Jerry is very intelligent and recently returned to the States from Europe.
How about coming to dinner on Friday evening? I’ll be off, and I’ll ask Jerry to
pick you up here at the office at 5:30. How does that sound?”
“No, it will be fine, and Jerry knows the way to our house in Greenwich
“By the way, what does Jerry look like? Should I wear low or high heels?”
A man’s height in relation to my five foot six inches without shoes was always a
consideration for me. I didn’t think that a man would be comfortable stretching to
look up at me.
“You can definitely wear high heels. Jerry is over six feet tall.”
“Can you tell me something about Jerry that might be important for me to
know?”
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I knew that some men were reluctant to talk about the war because those
who weren’t drafted were called 4F’s, since they didn’t pass their physical exams.
“Don’t worry about it. Jerry was in the army and he probably won’t talk
“Is there anything else that you ought to tell me about him?” I didn’t feel
that Marilyn was withholding anything important about Jerry but I sensed an
“Well, Jerry was married, but that’s all in the past. He is divorcing his wife
I gulped, divorcing his wife! No one I knew had been divorced. If anyone
and the couple stayed together. Divorce was for the occasional film star, or
super wealthy.
How old could Jerry be? I wondered, as old as my father? I wanted to meet
pleasant evening. My social life was in need of a boost. Most of my friends were
married right after college. It seemed to be a given that the “Mrs.” followed the
B.A. degree. Matrimony wasn’t a top priority of mine and I couldn’t understand
the rush to march down the aisle. There was too much that I wanted to do before
making a commitment to share my life with a man. I took a leave of acting in off–
Neither did I forget about Jerry being in the middle of a divorce. I was a
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very young, twenty-year-old with little dating experience. I went to a co-ed high
school, but I never had any consistent attachment to any of the boys there. Nor
did I find desirable younger men in circulation during my college years at NYU in
New York City. I often wondered how I would ever find anyone of the opposite
sex who would suit me. I knew that I was choosy and really wanted a smart man
domination and love being interchangeable terms. I didn’t want a man who was
a push over and would tremble during an encounter with me. This had happened
score for a pianist who was giving a live on air concert. I could read music but
never had been asked to do this previously. I was introduced to Yella Pessel, the
artist, a few minutes before she would play. As I shook her hand, and she
sibilantly exhaled her name, I detected foul breath. When we entered the small
studio, and she seated herself in front of the piano keyboard, I moved in closer to
be able to reach for the pages, which I would have to turn, not to soon and not
too late. I had to position myself on her left side so as not to interfere with her
arms and hands. Yella would nod her head vigorously to cue me as to the critical
moment of turning the page. As I reached for the score, I smelled horrible body
trapped, and limited my inhalations. After this ordeal, I longed to take a shower,
When the receptionist rang my phone at 5:30 to say that a man named
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Jerry was waiting for me, I prepared to meet my date. I rearranged my long
blonde hair, away from my face on the left side and the wavy right side of my hair
adjusted the neckline so that enough, but not too much, of my cleavage was
I opened the door to the reception area and there stood a really tall man,
wearing a charcoal grey suit, white shirt, black tie with yellow polka dots, and a
black homburg hat. He looked like someone important and very much a man of
the world; his well-modulated voice reflected good breeding, and his angular face
had a guarded and sensitive look that I found intriguing. I felt strongly that Jerry
was a complex man, who wouldn’t be a pushover. I tried to remain calm but it
was a struggle. I buttoned the camel hair cape that I placed on my shoulders
before leaving the office, smiled and felt awkward as I extended my hand in
greeting. He took my arm and we proceeded into the Art-Deco elevator down to
Fifth Avenue. I was going to ask him which subway was closest to where the
Congdon’s lived, and was thankful that I kept my mouth shut while he hailed a
cab.
We sat in silence and then both of us spoke at the same time. I said,
“Marilyn tells me that you’ve recently returned from Europe. How do you
the subject. Jerry finished asking the question that he had begun, “Marilyn
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mentioned that you’re an actress. Have you appeared in any plays recently?”
“Last year I played in a one act play that Tennessee Williams wrote as a
study of Blanche Dubois, called ‘The Lady of Larkspur Lotion’. It portrays the
Desire”. She is reduced to drinking larkspur lotion because she can’t afford
alcohol.”
“It’s an insecticide popular in the south for killing roaches. Blanche was
lotion,” I answered.
“It sounds as if she would fit right into life here in New York now,” Jerry
answered.
We were talking about theatre and I felt more secure. Jerry asked me to
explain any acting technique that I followed. “I was trained in the Stanislavski
example, I’m not dependant on alcohol, but dark, bittersweet chocolate is almost
an addiction of mine. For this part I had to imagine myself to be Blanche. What
“I would do without food and get the best dark, bittersweet chocolate
available.”
brownstone apartment. Marilyn radiated warmth as she opened the door. After I
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met her husband, Don, who was charming and welcoming, we sat down for some
Sweet Passover wine summed up the extent of it. When Don asked if I preferred
white or red wine, I was going to say a little bit of both, but caught myself in time
and asked for white wine. The few dates that I did have which included ordering
liked the layers, which were poured into a narrow glass and there were many
variations of this favorite amongst young women launched into the dating game.
There was the Parisian Pousse Café, made with orange Curacao liqueur, cherry
brandy, cognac and green Chartreuse. The basic ABC recipe, called for
Amaretto Almond liqueur, Bailey’s Irish cream and Cointreau, and of course there
was the American Pousse Cafe made with grenadine, orange liqueur, and
maraschino cherry. These concoctions were all sickeningly sweet but looked so
pretty. It was the different weights of liqueurs that made the heavier ones sink
and the lighter ones float on top of each other. The real reason for my ordering
the Pousse Café was that I felt utterly sophisticated in saying the words.
This was the very first time I was invited to dinner at a young married
couple’s home. It had an unmatched aura of glamour. Don and Jerry were
talking about people they knew and trends in the publishing business. Jerry’s
voice resonated in my ears, “We were all affected by the end of World War II the
previous year, in April of 1945, with the linking of American troops and the Soviet
Russian soldiers on the river Elbe. It cut Germany in two and Hitler realized that
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Jerry had been in Vienna, Austria, in 1938 perfecting his linguistic abilities
in German and French. He was fortunate to get out of the country a month
before Hitler overthrew Austria. Marilyn had sketchily filled me in with this
We had a leisurely dinner, and I offered to help clear the table, when Don
said, “I’ve a great idea. Let’s go to the Vanguard and catch Irwin Corey’s act.
You’ve been away so long, Jerry, that a good dose of Corey will make you feel
Marilyn called to make a reservation at the Vanguard for the 10:00 o’clock
show, and we walked over. On the way, Jerry asked if I had ever seen Corey
perform. When I said that I hadn’t, he said I was in for a special treat. I asked,
“Why?” “Because he has brains, calls himself ‘professor’, and once he gets
We were seated at a small round table, and when a waiter came around
to take our order, I asked for the same as Marilyn ordered, a Champagne
cocktail. Music was playing before Corey was featured and Jerry asked me to
dance. I made my way on to the dance floor, and as I placed my left arm on his
right shoulder, he put his right hand on my back above my waistline. He held me
close, in a way that no other man had. His touch felt possessive, and good.
Why then was I nervous about yielding too much to his pressure? Was I perhaps
about his marital status was dancing along with me. I didn’t want to get involved
with a man going through a divorce. I could almost see my name mentioned in
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an adultery charge in his divorce action. He might even be the father of a child. I
was aware of being very attracted to him, and I felt it was reciprocated.
The announcement was made that we should be seated so that the show
could begin. Irwin Corey sauntered on to the stage wearing a tuxedo with tails, a
white wing collared shirt and black string tie. He had gym shoes on his feet,
wispy strands of hair jutting out of his scalp and framing his face. He gave the
of professor. He turned his head and said, “If I don’t look where I’m going I’ll be
there soon.” This was followed by his remarks about marriage, “It’s like a bank
account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.”
We all laughed as the evening came to a close. Jerry said he would see
me home, and I thanked Marilyn and Don for a wonderful evening. It was
wonderful. As Jerry opened the cab door for me at my apartment house on the
West Side of Manhattan, I stepped out and asked him if he wanted to come up
for a nightcap. He said that he would like to another time. He had an early
appointment the next morning. I thanked him for a special and memorable
evening, and then said, “I don’t know your last name. What is it?” I was to find
out how memorable my date had been. As he leaned over to kiss me goodnight
he said, “Salinger.”
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