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Louis Moore couldn’t stop staring at the dancer, third from the right in the chorus line, at the China Doll nightclub in New York City.
It was spring 1946. World War II had recently ended. Moore was 23, newly discharged from the U.S. Army Air Corps after serving in Europe and enjoying a night out with his parents and sister at the just-opened Manhattan venue.
She had the sweetest eyes he had ever seen. He returned night after night, hoping to catch her attention.
Weeks later, he spotted her in the window of a nearby café, drinking coffee. She smiled when he asked to sit with her. They went for a walk in Central Park and talked and talked.