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

just as much, maybe even more in that symbol of your life and times. •• a costume that consists of a crazy little hat, a trim little suit and those low-heeled shoes (you know the ones I think look like danc¬ ing slippers). No matter how severe the suit may be, you always manage to look like a bright young girl in them. ..or maybe like a pretty, modern George Sand... but you never look mannish. I notice the shoes particularly because when the Mrs. W. Type takes to what they call ’’walking shoes," they simply look like females with tired feet. Nov; about that job. I think a lot of men like me^married to girls like you, are still timid about the subject of our wives' jobs. But I'm going to try to be honest about this for once, and I'll thank you not to throw it up in my face the next time you're mad at me. When I think of you and your job and your attitude toward it, I can't help thinking of ray great-grandmother who went out to Oregon when she was seventeen. From what I've heard of her, she was every bit as good as my great-grandfather at heading for new horizons, help¬ ing to clear forests, irrigate land, build a log house, OR fight the Indians. She could hold a musket as level as any man, and shoot a red or white marauder as calmly as Olivia de Havilland in a Warner Biros, picture. She could do all these things without fuss or fainting. But she would cry with disappointment that someone had tipped CJj over the rain barrel in which she had saved water to make her hair Uj softly shiny, or if the shipment of blue calico to match her eyes hadn't come through in time for a settler's shindig. Well, I'm not exactly saying that you are a pioneer woman or that working in Rockefeller Center is like fighting your way over the Oregon trail. But I'm saying something like that, maudlin as it may sound. Today's new horizons may be purely social or economic ones, seemingly far removed from the clearly defined terrors of settling the West. Today’s marauders may be business worries or the loss of a job, or the complexities of the world's sickness. But they are there to trouble the heart and weary the brain. i What I'm trying to say is that today's MAN can take some comfort in facing them if his wife is the kind who makes it her business to look at them, try to understand and face them, just as the pioneer's wife made it her business to know how to reload a musket or recognize an Indian war signal. And I think today's career woman is that kind... the woman of her age, recognizing the perils of that age, facing them honestly and with only an intelligent reasoning fear... but just as ready to weep over a new dress that doesn't come in time for an opening, as our great¬ grandmothers wept over blue calico bnat came too late. Well... these are some of the reasons why I think you’re won¬ derful. Frankly, there are a lot more... and frankly, there are a lot of things I disapprove of in you. But this is supposed to be a love letter of a sort, so I'll close on the proper note if possible. I love you for your attitude toward amour... you know, amour, darling... I'm glad that men like you, but I'm glad that you don't take advan¬ tage of tho fact. . .particularly that you discovered for yourself what a shoddy business it is being a femme fatale. At least, as far as I can see you're not trying to be one. In brief, my love you are... my love «aMC1.6 aJo6 5Vl iiu