Hollywood (1942)

bring Cesar an old Stout bottle, and two cobwebby husks that had held festive 1906 champagne. Mr. and Mrs. George Murphy, who have a farm in Oregon adjoining that of Ginger Rogers, were picnicking one day when they chanced upon a minor bottle dump not far from a camp ground. It was too much for them. Carefully they selected some assorted pickle bottles, catsup containers, and other miscellaneous glassware and stowed it in the back of their car. Hiding the little beauties amid mountains of excelsior, they shipped the works to one Romero, Hollywood, California. Suspecting a rib, Butch still took time to unravel every single bottle in the crate. The moral of this story is, people who live in Oregon shouldn't sneer at glass bottles, because among the drugstore cologneholders and the kitchen shelf equipment, our tall, dark and handsome hobbyist discovered two Italian pottery bottles, one wearing a turquoise glaze, and the other fired a deep burgundy. Having been thus cheered on by his friends, Mr. Romero determined to add some specimens through his own efforts. He isn't very open and above-board about how he attained some of the bottles that gradually appeared on his shelves, so a lurid rumor has grown that he bribed his junk collector — the man who shows up twice a week in a noisy truck — to keep an eye out for the quaint and unusual in discarded you-know-whats. Butch doesn't say yes, he doesn't say no, he just twirls his mustache and grins, "Ze Cisco Keed, he keep ze secret." About this time Watson Webb, a close friend of Cesar's decided to make his home in Hollywood, whereupon his mother forwarded thirty-nine cases of priceless Americana. There were hooked rugs and fruitwood highboys; there were daguerreotype miniatures, and exquisite hobnail bottles; there were— but you could see it all at Watson Webb's. All, that is, except those hobnail bottles. So far there has been (in spite of the destructive picture of Mr. Cesar Romero with his bottles) only one casualty. One week-end, Cesar and a friend drove up to Carmel. They discovered a candlelit cellar cafe and ordered dinner. About that time, Butch began to take a great interest in the objects in which the candles were placed; they were covered by varicolored drippings eloquent of the burning of years of tapers. Underneath all these waxen petticoats, Romero — the glass-conscious — detected a pair of quaint, bell-bottomed bottles. It took some bargaining, but he finally persuaded the cafe owner to part with these candleholders. The moment he got them home, he painstakingly scraped all the wax off one and viewed the denuded glass with approval. It was a honey. However, it had taken a long time to get rid of that wax, so Butch tried to shortcut on the second bottle. He decided to get smart and melt off the wax over an open flame. It worked fine until the bottle cracked in twelve places and then exploded. When Romero explained his bandaged hand by saying a bottle hit him, there were those mean enough to counter, "Oh yeah. Dog bites man, huh?" ■ '/was a 'Part-Time Wife 99 HOW MRS. E. OVERCAME THE "ONE NEGLECT" THAT MARS SO MANY MARRIAGES I. When Bob and I were first married, I thought we'd be the happiest pair in the world. I was a good manager, a good cook. I'd always been considered attractive. But . . . well, Bob became cold, indifferent. The romantic side of our marriage simply fizzled out. 2. One morning after Bob stormed off to work in a temper, my Aunt Sue dropped in. She's a trained nurse. I couldn't help blurting out the whole story to her. "My dear," she said, "when love goes on the rocks, it's often because a woman is careless — or ignorant — about feminine hygiene . . . 3. "It's one neglect," Aunt Sue went on, "that most husbands can't forgive. That's why so many modern wives use Lysol for intimate personal protection. Lysol solution isn't only cleansing and deodorizing — it kills millions of germs on instant contact, without harm to sensitive tissues. We nurses know." 4. Never again will 1 risk my happiness! I use Lysol regularly now for feminine hygiene. It's so gentle — and effective. Economical, too, because it's so diluted in use. P.S.: Bob and I are cooing like doves again. 6 Reasons for using LYSOL NON-CAUSTIC— gentle and efficient in proper dilution. Contains no free alkali. It is not carbolic acid. EFFECTIVE— a powerful germicide, active in presence of organic matter (such as mucus, serum, etc.). SPREADING — Lysol solutions spread and virtually search out germs in deep crevices. ECONOMICAL— small bottle makes almost 4 gallons of feminine hygiene solution. CLEANLY ODOR —disappears after use. LASTING — Lysol keeps full strength indefinitely. t$& FOR FEMININE HYGIENE Copr. . 1942, by Lehn & Fink Products Corp. For now FREE booklet (in plain wrapper) about Feminine Hygiene, send postcard to Lehn & Fink Products Corp., Dept. H-542, Bloomfield, N. J„ U. S. A. 49