Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1943)

home. "You need more work, Jordan. Also a partner — I think. You can't carry all that yourself." HE seemed to crack up after that. He didn't read the papers or Variety, didn't rehearse or take exercise. He scarcely came to Betsy's apartment. When she went to Bosco's, she found him sitting in the lobby staring, or in the garden — staring. After a while he didn't even want to go into the garden, but Betsy bullied him out, and he would sit with her hand squeezed in his, but he seldom spoke. All Betsy could do was to sing and dance. She might amuse Phil that way, so she began to burst out into snatches of song occasionally, then to emphasize the song with a few taps. She made the periods longer. It felt kind of good to be in action again, even only for a few minutes at a time. She never remembered at what moment Phil began to take notice. But once he was aware of her activity, she really tried. She sang and danced. She practiced pantomime. Love made her wise. Heartbreak made her clever. One day she deliberately did something so clumsily that even the teacher back in her ten-year-old days would have winced. It worked. Dear God, it worked, for Phil kicked back his chair suddenly and shouted, "Stop! That's awful. What do you think you're doing?" "I was trying to work out a tap from the Kentucky triple running step." "That's not the way, then. Look Betsy — do it like this." She was still as clumsy, but her heart began to melt so fast, she was afraid it would run out of her eyes. "It isn't hard," he said impatiently. "No — like this. Come on — try it again." Dear God — let him be angry, let him scold and call her four-footed. Let him be anything but the broken lump he had been. He worked with her for nearly half an hour. She improved, not too fast. She must prolong this interest in something else beside himself. Suddenly he caught himself up. "What the devil do I think I'm doing?" "Teaching me something I need to know, Phil." "What's it all for?" Now Betsy was merely angry. "I have to earn a living," she retorted. "I've got to improve. I'm young. My life isn't finished. I have to do something! I'm going on." For a long time he was visibly struck into silence. The clock measured off eternity. "Maybe you're right," he said, breathing heavily. "You're young. You've got talent. There's a lot of work behind you. I guess — you ought not waste it. You'd better strike out for yourself, you understand— for yourself. I'm not in it. I'll help you — bring out what you have — " He was all done in. He lay down on the sofa and covered his eyes. n HIL gave her all she could take, which ' was plenty, though he did it without joy or delight. He was dogged about it. She knew he believed that she'd be through with him as soon as she was working steadily again. Let him think that, if that would help. When he felt her routine was good enough, he told her she was ready, really ready, now that she had something she had never had before. She called Lonergan. Could she show him her work that afternoon? She could! Three days later Lonergan called. A night club — girl taken sick to be replaced for that night. •ss"* ILast -week she was only a wife ... an unkipyy wife ... 'cause her man never said pretty things any more . . . and he wasn't romantic! Anil guess what? Her face powder was all to blame! It just didn't give her natural youth and beauty a chance. . . for its color was dead and lifeless ... so her skin looked old! And so did she! ut one day . . . one lucky day . . . she tried Cashmere Bouquet Face Powder... in the glamorous new shades that are matched to the vibrant, glowing skin tones of youth! What a thrilling discovery for her . . . and for you, too . . . because there's a new Cashmere Bouquet shade to enhance all the natural, alluring youthfulness in your complexion, no matter what your age! 3 So now she's a bride again ... a joyful bride . . . for her mate is attentive as the day they wed . . . thanks to that smooth, downy, youthful look Cashmere Bouquet Face Powder gives her! And this new Cashmere Bouquet is always color-blended ^ ...never never streaky! It's color-smooth... goes on smoothly, stays on smoothly, keeps you lovelier for hours on end! ft '•' 4 And now there's a new youthful shade of Cashmere Bouquet, color-harmonized to suit your skin-type perfectly! So, don't wait to win a lovelier, more glamorous complexion! You'll find Cashmere Bouquet in 10^ or larger sizes at cosmetic counters everywhere! fjvSHMERE BoiiQt f ACE POWDER jn the /Vew Veui^d S£-~ 7!)