Modern Screen (Dec 1948 - Oct 1949)

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John Lund's a nice considerate guy, but lie doesn't fool about being the bead of the house. And Marie's the kind of girl who likes it that way. HE'S THE BOSS ■ When John heard I was going to do this story, he cautioned me: "Remember now — no build-ups!" "Then shall I tell them you beat me, dear?" "Certainly. Just don't tell them I'm adorable." Okay. He's not adorable. If anything slips in that makes you think otherwise, it's a typographical error. The man said no build-ups, and he's the boss. Yep, he's the boss. Not that he's bossy. Life with Lund bears no resemblance to Life with Father. My husband is a mildmannered, considerate man with no yen to dominate anybody or anything. But the fact remains that I usually wind up doing just what he wants me to do. He's the kind of guy who's definitely the head of the house. I'm the kind of girl who likes it that way. Not, on the other hand, that I consider men the lords of creation. Far from it. It's just that I'm highly susceptible to suggestions from my spouse. He's got clear-cut notions, for instance, about what I should and shouldn't wear. No flat heels. No hats. No make-up. I like flat heels and hats and make-up as needed. So here's what happens. We'll be getting ready for a party. John looks at my feet. "You're not going to wear those, are you?" Those are an elegant pair of gold sandals with wedges. From the way he says it, you'd think they were boa constrictors. "Why don't you put on high heels? Your legs look so much prettier." {Continued on page 107) John (soon in My Friend Irma) doesn't really approve of Marie's whipping up her own clothes — but he cooperates by offering suggestions. Some of them she can actually use!