Modern Screen (Jan-Jun 1945)

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"Where, Shirl? Oh, there. Yes," she agreed absently, "it's very pretty." "How old need a person be to wear that sort of jacket, would you think?" "What? Oh, that jacket. Mmm . . . now what else ought we to get for your dad? Have you heard him say . . . ?" Over her shoulder, as they left the department, Shirley said a fond goodbye to her dream — at least for another year. Christmas Eve, she opened her packages in a rush, hauling out delicious loot by the boatload. Over there under the tree was a huge box that she saved for the last; it was obviously the new bathrobe she needed, so it could wait while she unwrapped the dozens of surprises. At last, through a welter of tissue paper and ribbon, she hauled the bathrobe box and opened it. Fourteen squeals of sheer delight go here. It was, of course, the ermine jacket, representing Shirley's favorite gift to date. Mrs. Temple's favorite gift is one with a history. Several years ago, when the Temples were East on business, Shirley fell in love with a clip displayed in the jewelry shop in the Waldorf. Slipping away from Mrs. Temple one day, Shirley and her father priced the clip, which consisted of two roses — one platinum, one rose gold — set with real stones. When Shirley heard the number, reeled off by a nonchalant salesman, she blinked. "Let's think it over," she whispered to her father. Returning to their suite, Shirley secured a sheet of paper and a pencil and engaged in math. She found that, on her then current allowance of $5.00 per month; the purchase of that lapel ornament would cost her every cent of her allowance until she was 21. A grim situation. She went to her father, a banker, about it, and was told about some special accounts in her name from which, under such an emergency, she could extract the necessary sum. It was a great moment, the actual purchase of the gift, equalled only by the moment when Mrs. Temple opened the package and was assured that Shirley, unaided, had selected it. "I may not be the luckiest mother in the world, Shirl," she said tremulously, "but until someone comes along to dispute my claim, that's the way I'm going to describe myself." "I'm lucky, too," said Shirley, giving her mother that celebrated dimpled smile. All of which proves what can be done without the help of a four-leaf clover if two people believe in each other. I SAW IT HAPPEN When Judy Garland was in her early teens, she made a personal appearance at our leading theater. Hearing that she was scheduled to model frocks at our largest department store, a group of us decided to go down to catch a glimpse of her. Finally she appeared, looking smart and sophisticated in a silver fox coat. She was about to hold up some dresses for display when suddenly she cried, "My mother! I can't see my mother!" The mike carried her voice clearly, and it proved to us that the suave-looking star in the magnificent fur coat was just a nervous little girl who had lost sight of her mother in the huge, admiring crowd. Mrs. Albert Manchester, Riverside, R. I. Jiat a SOUKfiAU. I marrie led! "He has no reason to shout at me so!" Jane kept telling herself. But there was a deep, hidden reason for Bill's sharp words ! Something he hinted one day. Puzzled, Jane rushed to her doctor's. "Yes, it could be your own fault," he said. "A wife's one neglect — carelessness about feminine hygiene— can very often ruin even the happiest marriage." Then he advised Lysol — used by so many modern wives. correction... lies a "That's my Bill — his own sweet self again!" And Jane is forever grateful to her doctor for telling her about Lysol disinfectant. Just as he said . . . this effective germ-killer cleanses thoroughly and de odorizes. Yet Lysol solution is gentle for douching; won't harm sensitive vaginal tissues — simply follow directions. Says Jane, "Lysol's easy to use. Inexpensive, too. And it really works — I know!" Check these facts with your Doctor Douche thoroughly with Lysol is gentle in proper correct Lysol solution. Its dilution.Powerf ol— Lyso 1 low "surface tension" is an efficient germicide. means greater spreading Economical— small bottle — disappears after use. Deodorizes effectively. Lasting — keeps full strength even when uncorked. power which reaches more deeply into folds and crevices to searchout germs. Non-caustic — makes almost 4 gallons of solution. Cleanly odor FOR FEMININE HYGIENE USE 5 Copr. 1945, by Leho "For new FREE booklet (in plain wrapper) about Feminine Hygiene, send postcard or letter to Dept. A-45, Address: Lehn & Fink, 683 Fifth Avenue, New York 22, N. Y. * BUY WAR BONDS AND STAMPS *