Modern Screen (Jan-Jun 1945)

LIFE WITH MOTHER (Continued from page 35) A conference decided that Shirley and her mother should go ahead. It was delicious. A little like running away. They arrived in Chicago at seven in the morning, and for once there were no photographers, no studio representatives. They were just like any mother and daughter traveling on business. Elated, they summoned a taxi and gave him the name of their hotel. Then, they asked if he could roll up the window of his cab as a breeze was coming in off the lake that threatened to take the enamel off the teeth of anyone brave enough to laugh to wind'ard. "Can't," said the driver. "Thing's stuck that way." The Temples squinted at each other, then at the window. It was set at an angle seldom seen outside the frame of a cubist painting, and it chattered like the caboose of a rattlesnake. This will explain why they arrived at the hotel bundled to the chin and blue of complexion. The clerk at the desk said there was no room available for them; they could have breakfast, now being served in the dining room, or they could sit in the lobby and wait. They elected to have breakfast and toddled into a huge room, dotted here and there with business breakfasters as aloof and widely spaced as Siberian hot dog stands. Shirley and her mother exchanged glances again. It was incredible that they should be alone like this. At that moment a grande dame sailed into the room. She was tall, silver-haired and gracious. She swept the Temples a regal glance. "Good morning, Shirley," she said with a brief, formal smile and continued to her table in the far corner of the room. Neither Shirley nor her mother had ever seen the woman before in their lives, but she had greeted them as if she a), lived in the same hotel with them, and b) . had known them all her life. This was too much for Shirley. She went into hysterics, and her mother — infected — hid shaking laughter behind her napkin. After breakfast, they rested for a few hours, then went for a long sight-seeing walk. They found it to be divine, simply to be tourists. Gone were police escorts, tight schedules allowing twenty minutes here, forty minutes there. They were private citizens; they ogled shops, they took in the sights. But that afternoon the newspapers were notified by the hotel that famous guests were registered, and the hookey holiday was ended. Shirley and her mother had to go back to the work of being public personages. hope welles . . . That evening, by which time Mr. Temple and the rest of the entourage had caught up with the runaways, the family was seated at dinner when an equally famous Hollywood personage espied them in the dining room and strode over to greet them. Mrs. Temple, faced in that direction, saw him coming and — like any woman — sought to tip off her family. "Here comes," she announced softly, "Bob Hope." Shirley turned around, her face a Christmas tree of illuminated expectancy as she knows and admires Bob very much. But the man who pulled up a chair and joined the Temples briefly was Orson Welles. This was too good to keep. Mr. Temple told a few interested bystanders, and that night when Bob Hope actually arrived, Shirley's father greeted the Irium man with "How are you, Mr. Welles?" This small Chicago anecdote is not im Barrymore daughter of the great JohnBaxrymore says as necessary to deodorant as.t» toothpaste, or any b iased »i* A'"d it gives complete v tection." Popular Hollywood NEW. ..a CREAM DEODORANT which Safely helps STOP under-arm PERSPIRATION 1. Does not irritate skin. Does not rot dresses and men's shirts. 2. Prevents under-arm odor. Helps stop perspiration safely. 3. A pure, white, antiseptic, stainless vanishing cream. 4. No waiting to dry. Can be used right after shaving. 5. Arrid has been awarded the Approval Seal of the American Institute of Laundering for being harmless to fabric. Use Arrid regularly. 39<t a jar (Plus Tax) Also 590 jars At any store which sells toilet goods ARRID THE LARGEST SELLING DEODORANT