Dearest Mom,
Last night I collected my last check from Prentice Hall
Publishing House and became a lady of leisure, meaning that I only work for
Murray now.
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Josephine Rathbone integrated yoga postures
into exercises for relaxation and physical therapy.
Courtesy of Springfield College, Babson Library,
Archives
and Special Collections.
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This is a Saturday morning and I'm waiting in the library at
Teacher's College on the Columbia Campus, to interview a Professor Rathbone on
her special relaxation program. She has worked out some exercises to help
civilian morale during air raids and blackouts and the course has been made
part of the curriculum at C.U. Murray wants the story for the Herald-Tribune,
so here I am. On my last job I had Saturdays off.
Murray is getting a little sleep for a change. We attended a
dinner last night for 42 South Americans visiting here on scholarships. The
speeches were over at 10:30 and Murray just had time to go to the newspaper office
and write his stories before reporting at the studio to write his radio broadcast
at 12:30 a.m. He got home at 9:30 a.m. when I got out of bed and he took my
place.
...
In order to attend the dinner last night and get a seat at
the Press table with Murray I claimed to represent the Baltimore Sun and,
naturally, to be only slightly acquainted with Murray, my competitor. The
evening was a little awkward and awfully funny. I don't think we put it over
very well. I couldn't manage a drawl that didn't sound like West Coast instead
of sunny Baltimore and we kept forgetting our roles. Murray addressed me
alternately as "Miss Morgan" and "Nunny." On the whole I'm
afraid any impartial observer would have picked us as a couple extremely
happily married for nearly 3 years. We've bluffed through a lot of things in
our career together, but this was the silliest, just to get me a superb roast
chicken dinner in the company of my husband.
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