Glamour of Hollywood (Apr 1939 - May 1941 (assorted issues))

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Wherein Mrs. New Wife plots her life of beauty and charm with happy results ONCE upon a time, there was a young wife, who was a very sincere, budget-minded per¬ son. Moreover, she was as attractive as any wife should be, and determined to stay that way. She had watched, with wise young eyes, her two pretty sisters, after they were married. She had seen them continue their unconcerned, rather untidy ways — alternately visions of loveliness and dowdy creatures. She had also seen their husbands’ com¬ plete bewilderment at these two feminine extremes. So, she had decided then and there that when she got married, she would have a little method along with her madness. She would be practical, intelli¬ gent, and conscious of a happy medium in every¬ thing. She wouldn’t make her husband wonder whether she would be turned out as a beauty Jekyll or a beauty Hyde. Every morning, Mrs. New Wife would wake up happily (comparatively speaking), because she was conscience-free and ready for new adventures. She always made it a point to do at least one new thing each day to vary her routine. Even such small things as experimenting with a new lipstick color, or trying out a new fruit and vegetable con¬ coction, or buying a gadget for the kitchen could add just that extra dash to her day. However, we are getting ahead of our story. After she was thoroughly awake, Mrs. N. W. would reach for one of the cool freshening pads she always kept on the little table next to the bed, and would give her face a quick going-over. Most always, too, she had mint tablets there which would leave her mouth as cool and refreshed as her skin. After getting up and going through the usual morning ablutions, she would give her hair a really vigorous brushing, and put on a light touch of lipstick — just enough to look nice and not enough to come off on her coffee cup. Then, she would don a housecoat, which was simple, tailored, and didn’t drag a yard or two on the floor, and get into flat shoes, which strapped on and didn’t clump, and she would retire to the kitchen. This simple procedure left her husband com¬ plete freedom of bedroom and bath, and gave her time to get breakfast organized. She, herself, had only fruitjuice, milk, and black coffee, but John had an egg and toast, or cereal. After breakfast was over and husband on his way (carrying a mental picture of an attractive, neat wife), she would pour herself another cup of coffee, light a cigarette, and read the morning paper. This was sheer pleasure, besides being good for her. Mrs. John took a great interest in current events and really read the editorials and news items each day. She avoided the pitfall of “some one told me,” or “I heard” . . . she knew what was going on in the world. After this breathing space, it didn’t seem at all boring to do the dishes. When she had finished them, she automatically reached for the bottle of hand lotion which stood next to the cleanser on the kitchen shelf, and rubbed the cream thoroughly into her hands and arms. Needless to say, Mrs. New Wife didn’t let things pile up on her throughout the week. So, each day, she had just one or two things to do in the way of housework. This particular day was living-room cleaning day. She attacked it as a double-duty job. If she was cleaning the floor with a mop, she was also exercising her waist by stretch¬ ing as far forward and back as she could. If she was dusting chair legs, she would get down on her knees, instead of doing a back-breaking stoop, and reach from side to side, and back and forth, in perfect rocking-chair rhythm. This was not only a stretch but a good massager of hips and thighs, as well. If she were using the carpet sweeper, she would clutch it with one hand near the base, the other at the top, and do a Volga boatman all across the room. Working things out day by day really was very satisfac (Continued on page 67) Rising Star Fashions* (opposite and on the three preced¬ ing pages), also at The Manhattan Shop, Hartford, Connecticut. For the names of other stores in other cities, turn to page 78