“Not until two. There’s lots of time.” Irene looked at the girl she had first known as Judy Bolton. She herself had been Irene Lang then, a timid little mill worker with a secret ambition to become a singer. Now, although her ambition had been realized and she was also a happy young wife and mother, she still looked to Judy for advice.
“I have a big decision to make,” Irene confessed. “If you were in my place, Judy, you’d know what to do. I don’t want your little namesake to think of her mommy as one of the ‘naughty’ people on television. That’s what she calls the people who do the commercials. We even have a little song we sing about it. Dale and I made it up to amuse little Judy. Of course, I’d never dare use it on my show,” Irene added with a laugh. “The sponsor would never get over it.”
“Sing it, Irene,” Judy urged her.
“Right here?” The Golden Girl of TV and radio looked about the restaurant as if she had been asked to commit a crime. “I couldn’t!”
“You could if you sang it very softly. Come on, I’d like to hear it, too,” Pauline urged.
“Oh, very well,” Irene gave in. “We call it ‘When I Grow Up,’ and it goes like this:
“When I grow up I’ll be a teacher or a hostess on a plane,
Or perhaps I’ll be the weather girl and know about the rain.
I might sing and play like Mommy on TV or radio,
But I wouldn’t do commercials,