Modern Screen (Jan-Jun 1945)

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TO OUR READERS ■ Will one of you girls step up and go through my pockets? I want you all to be sure that I have none of my usual bum jokes or puns concealed about my person. You see, this month I am in deadly earnest, because I am talking about the woman I love (one of them, anyway) — Jean Kinkead. If you read Jean's Co-Ed (p. 6) regularly, you know a great deal about her. You know she loves people. You know, too, that she approaches your problems with a happy combination of common sense, sympathy and humor. But you may not know that Jean has a husband in the Pacific; a curly-headed little son named Layng, of all things; a black dog; a big house to run; and that the Kinkead byline appears regularly in Charm, Vogue, Cosmopolitan and Colliers! (Common sense, humor, sympathy! , Jean needs a full measure of all three!) Anyway, that's your girl-friend. That's the wonderful person who last month took over Marge Bailey's fashion pages in MODERN SCREEN. And if I say so myself, something new has been added. Yes, for a change, Jean doesn't give a hoot in hell what the Duchess of Windsor wore to the opera. For a change, her sole interest is you, {Continued on page 108) Executive Editor