Hollywood (1942)

ttWhy canl my friends and the calendar get fogefherl" £0 it's happened again, young lady? The invitation says "... a week-end with us in the country." And all you can see is three bad days — three days of functional periodic pain, of headache, cramps and dull inaction. But don't blame your friends and the calendar for not getting together. Just blame yourself, for never trying Midol I By its quick relief of the needless functional pain of menstruation, Midol redeems "lost days" for active, comfortable living. Among many women interviewed, 96% of those who reported using Midol at their last menstrual period had found it effective. You, too, should discover fast and welcome comfort in Midol, if you have no organic disorder needing special medical or surgical care. Try it. Put confidence in it. Midol contains no opiates. Of its three active ingredients, one relieves headache and muscular suffering, one is mildly stimulating, and the third — exclusive in Midol — acts directly against spasmodic pain peculiar to the menstrual process. Look for Midol tablets on your drugstore counter, or just ask for Midol. Two sizes — a small package containing more than enough Midol for a convinc ^tCffsnjK^^ ing trial, and a large package/y'Guaran^ed b/^N for economical, regular Use. \Good Housekeeping^ MIDOL RELIEVES FUNCTIONAL PERIODIC PAIN 42 Jane Withers, ihe brat of yesteryear, is no more. The Jane Withers of today has blossomed into young womanhood, whose new interests revolve around smart clothes, war work and nice young men. Left: Janic's exciting U.S.O. date, Private Daniel R.Holmes. She's in Republic's Johnny Doughboy By .IOIl.\ FRAXCHEV ■ At the tender age of sixteen, long before ordinary mortals begin sparring— seriously — with Life, Miss Jane Withers is launching her third career. During Career I, she busied herself etching the most obnoxious little brats ever to hit the asbestos. Throughout Career II, she scampered around, cute as pie, playing Little Miss Fixit, the noble but tiresome teen-ager who wandered through the picture like a lost Camp Fire Girl. She made her long-overdue exit in the final reel after bringing together the estranged lovers of the piece, looking wistful as all-get-out. For the duration of Career III, which, incidentally, is the real McCoy, Miss Jane Withers, having reached (according to Hollywood standards) her majority, is going to start peddling glamour, just like the big girls, Rita Hayworth, Betty Grable, and Lana Turner. The big surprise is not that an erstwhile urchin is going glamorous, but that she is going anywhere at all. Isn't this the same Jane Withers whose seven-year contract with Twentieth Century-Fox expired last spring and wasn't picked up? And isn't this the same Jane Withers whom smartypants columnists described as "through — washed up" as the news of her parting with Fox was made public? What the smartypants columnists didn't know (among other things) was that young Mademoiselle Withers said toodle-oo to T. C.-Fox and not the other way around. And what the smartypants columnists were soon destined to discover to their chagrin was that the allegedly "allwashed-up" Withers is still one of the mightiest little magnets at the box-office and consequently a very desirable piece of property. This state of beatitude prompted Republic Pictures to draw up a contract so attractive that Mr. Zanuck's ex-gold mine, who had intended to free lance around until she got her second wind, signed instantly. The contract launching Career HI is described by the party of the first part as "strictly super." On the financial side, it will net Jane Withers a quarter of a million dollars in three years. The money angle isn't what makes it "strictly super" — not with Jane Withers, who has earned close to a million dollars in her twelve years of toiling before the camera. "What I like about the new contract is that I'm to be treated as an adult and no more of this Little Miss Fixit business,"