Modern Screen (Jan-Jun 1945)

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SUGAR DADDY (Continued from page 33) unhappily. When it became plain that she was really desperately ill, Dick telephoned his mother. She said the trouble might be appendicitis, and sent over the best doctor she knew. No, said the doctor, it wasn't appendicitis. So Dick said they might as well negotiate for his services right then and have everything settled. The doctor agreed; he said he arranged three classes of maternity service, one for a hundred dollars, one for two hundred dollars, one for three. "We'll take the three hundred dollar deal," said Dick without hesitation. "But you haven't even heard what the various prices cover," protested the doctor. "Makes no difference," answered Dick with a vigorous nod of his head. "I want Joanne and — er — Skippy to have the best." That's the way Junior Haymes was named — on the spur of the moment, by his dad, seven months before he was born. Eventually, he was to be christened Richard Ralph in honor of his father and his maternal grandfather, but he will undoubtedly be known as Skippy to members of his family for the rest of his life. For the first three months of Joanne's preparation for her young son, she was a very sick girl. She had to be kept in the hospital for weeks at a time where she was fed glucose intravenously. Dick would arrive every afternoon and sit beside her bed, miserably rolling and unrolling a sheet of music and trying to make gay conversation. Fixing her with an apprehensive eye, after having told some crazy anecdote about the boys in the band, he would say, "Now do you feel better?" "Oh, you!" grinned Joanne. "Stop worrying. Hundreds of babies are born every day." "But not to US. Gosh, I feel so helpless. If only I could do something." papa's little darling . . . If, nowadays, you should invite Dick Haymes to your home for a dinner of Lobster Thermidor, he would look at you as if you had just invited him to partake of fricasseed deer antlers. Very politely, very firmly, he would decline. This aversion to shell fish of any kind arises from his pre-parental period. Joanne developed a frantic craving for lobster or crabmeat. In the eerie hours of winter dawn, she would awaken, starving. Gently, she would shake Dick's shoulder. "Darling. I'm ravenous for some lobster." He would unglue his eyes, blink at the luminous dial of the bedroom clock which would be telling a frosted four o'clock, then roll out and start to dress. "I'll be right back with some lobster, honey," he would say as he clumped drowsily across the echoing living room. Sometimes he would have to walk or taxi for blocks and blocks before he would find a restaurant with a buyable lobster, but no matter how long it took, he always returned eventually with the shellfish. When the stork notified Joanne that he was getting ready to fly through the air with the greatest of ease, Joanne asked her mother-in-law to do two things: (1) broil a nice big steak and prepare a green salad for the prospective mother who understood that they wouldn't let her eat when she reached the hospital, and (2) notify Dick who was in Maine, singing with Goodman's band. When Dick received the telegram, he sat down hard on the nearest chair and GOODBYE DULL DRAB SKIN ! Make the "PATCH TEST"! See and feel this exciting difference! Dry Rough Flakes Disappear! Skin Takes on Instant New Freshness! New Clarity! In just 30 seconds— half a minute —you can prove Lady Esther Face Cream, the most beautifying face cream you have ever used ! Just make the "Patch Test"! Rub a little Lady Esther Face Cream on one cheek— wipe it off —and look in your mirror! See how that patch of skin has taken on radiant new freshness! Touch it! Feel how the dry rough flakes are gone! Now imagine your whole face refreshed that way! Your whole face instantly beautified— by a single application of Lady Esther Face Cream! Here's what this one cream does : ( 1 ) It thoroughly cleans your skin. (2) It softens your skin. (3) It helps nature refine the pores. (4) It leaves a smooth, perfect base for powder. The proof of all this is right in your mirror! Just make the "Patch Test"— and compare! €&^*^(^&%6Z< 4-Purpose Face Cream 105