Modern Screen (Jul-Dec 1945)

she's v a KV ACIOUS / Th e moment she enters, all else stops; she wins eyes and hearts effortlessly, without seeking them ... for she is varvacious! Varva's perfumes "Follow Me" and "Nonchalant" are the subtle reasons ' she's so very very . . . Varva extracts— $1 to $15 • Bath Powder, $1 Face Powder, 6 guest puffs, $1 • Bubble Foam, $1 Sachet, $1 and $1.75 • Talc, 55c ( plus tax ) (fARFUMS The Devil-May-Care Perfume borrow carfare back to Oklahoma. Borrowing from a Lane is definitely the last resort department, but they must get back to the ranch. They've been 'getting frantic wires that Gabby, who was left in charge, is very ill. Maybe dying. Peggy is definitely not pleased to see them but softens when she hears about Gabby. After she's lent them the dough and they've left the club, she gets a wire from Grandma: "Come home. Those Whittakers are causing trouble again." Peggy is furious, thinking Roy has lied to her. She is sure of it when they all land in Oklahoma on the same train and find Gabby not only alive but brandishing a gun and threatening to shoot all Lanes on sight. He has sent the wires so Roy and the boys would get back in a hurry. He claims that the Lanes have stolen their horses and broken their fences. Grandma tells Peggy the same thing about the Whittakers. Roy soon decides that all the trouble has been stirred up by Jim Gardner, a smart crook who wprvts to get possession of Pine Valley. That's a little strip of land owned jointly by the Whittakers and Lanes. Roy can't figure why Gardner wants it, till he goes over there secretly and finds that Gardner has been drilling for oil there — and hit it! Now the cat is really out of the bag. There's a wagon race, with the property as a prize, that has all the thrills and chills you expect from the climax of a Roy Rogers epic. P.S. Trigger is a Whittaker, too. — Rep. CO-ED LETTERBOX {Continued from page 8) Empire Slate Dunning, l\ew 1 ork 1, N. Y. You can do lots of things, and believe it or not, just about the most important of all is to stop stewing about it. Because the more jittery you are, the worse it gets. Much has been said about eating green vegetables and fresh fruits, but not half enough — for our dough — about lots of rest. Be sure about getting nine or ten hours every single night. Drink eight glasses of water a day. Eliminate sweet drinks, rich candies and gooey desserts. Keep your face immaculately clean. Apply a soothing camouflaging lotion and then let it alone. Don't touch it at all. Having done your best by it, forget it. To you it's absolutely awful, but to the rest of the world it's hardly noticeable, and we mean that. Follow our advice and you'll really get results, we promise. ■ How can you tell if a girl likes you? What symptoms does she give? And how can you tell whether she likes you a little or a lot or not at all? Bill J., Philadelphia, Pa. The best test of whether or not she likes you is whether or not she likes to be with you. We think asking her for a date is the quickest way of seeing where you stand. If she says 'no' once, give her a second chance. If it's still 'no,' forget about her for a while. Date some other gals, let her see what a smoothie you are, then — if you still care — try her again. She'll say 'yes!' U I'm so confused. Tell me, is it possible to fall in love via correspondence? When Joe left for the Pacific a year ago, we were good friends but no more. Now we're exchanging love letters, and I find myself mad about the boy. How come? N. M., Boonville, N. Y. Lots of friendships have grown into deep love through letters. Take Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning, for instance. However, it sometimes happens that people fall more in love with love (if you can forgive an overworked expression) through letter writing than they do with the correspondent. It's kind of a thrill to open a letter and read a dozen terms of endearment. It's fun to write back in the same vein. It gets to be kind of a game. To see how you really feel about Joe, get out all your letters from him and arrange them in order; then sit down and read them. Do you find his character developing before your eyes as you read? Do you keep seeing fine new traits? Shining qualities? Attributes of mind and soul that attract you more and more as he makes himself known to you through written words? If so, then we think you've truly fallen in love with him. If, however, the letters are just the same old stuff, routine, uninspired chatter enlivened by a lot of "darlings" and protestations of love, we'd say it wasn't love after all. ■ My newly returned soldier husband can't stand the least bit of noise. My small talk irritates him, the children drive hinj wild and if a door slams he jumps a mile He has to walk out of a newsreel or movie that has any shooting in it. Do you think he will ever be his placid, jolly self again? H. M., Fresno, Calif. Sure he will, but it will take some time and a bit of doing on your part. Don't comment on his jumpiness, for one thing. He knows he's terribly jittery, and the less attention you pay to it the sooner he'll be able to control it. Don't force him to rest more than he wants to. Some form of relaxation like working in the garden, going to a baseball game or just lazying in the sun will do him much more good than tossing sleeplessly in bed. If your children can be made to realize that their dad has been through an awful lot and is very, very tired they will go all out in their efforts to be quiet, and their sweetness and consideration for him will be ever so important a factor in his readjustment. It may take a little time, but don't worry too much about your husband, H. M., he's going to be fine again. I SAW IT HAPPEN I had never before met a celebrity, so it wasn't unnatural for me to be very nervous as I waited at the home of my girl friend. I absolutely shook. Then the bell rang and a second later she stood in the doorway. I was introduced and we were shaking hands. I forgot my nervousness and was surprised to discover that she was able to put me entirely at ease. I spent four-and-ahalf hours with this lady of the cinema city. We talked about everything and everyone — everyone, that is, except her. Words fail me to tell everyone how really sweet and lovely she is. But I hadn't met a movie star in a way. I had met the girl down the street, anyone's big sister. I had just met June Allyson! Doris Cohen Los Angeles, Calif.