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rugged boudoir. I could hear men shuffling around outside and asking in loud whispers, "Where's the 'broad' sleeping?" But I knew that even without sentry and husband, there would have been no trespassing. They all treated me like angels — those angels!
IF YOU ARE A "DIRTY" BLONDE, which I frankly am without cosmetic aid, you can appreciate the problem of touching up your hair at ten below zero, with only an army helmet to dunk your head in . . . After I fiad made with the ammonia and peroxide, Paul helped erase the shadowy places I'd missed, with a tooth brush . . . Women ought to look delicate and feminine whether on display before one man or a hundred thousand. Solution: You shampoo your hair once a week. But in a helmet? Try it sometime.
IF YOU'RE PUDGY, which I was as a young girl, you probably are as complexed as a traffic jam. When I was in my teens, I weighed 140 pounds. I was fat all over, and even though some of it was growing weight, I must have been a little horrifying. But I thought I was divine. Today I weigh 103, and I'm not so sure. There's no easy secret to the weight problem . . . Mostly I think it's self-discipline. I don't drink, and I don't diet. Mornings I have eggs. Noons, I eat vegetables. Nights, lean meat. About twice a month I go on a fudge spree . . . Just shun the starchy foods and keep the thought in mind that somebody's going to think you're rather precious. But let it go to the man's head, not to yours.
IF YOU ARE AFRAID of anything, I may have a helpful formula: Don't keep your fears a secret. Admit them. Let those of your friends who are dinner table psychiatrists work you over. Their advice probably will be next to worthless, but youU laugh at what they think they know . . . Air travel has always given me the shakes. Pretty ridiculous. When we took off for a smooth Constellation ride to Honolulu, Wake Island and all points East, I comforted myself with a St. Christopher medal and a Mazuza. Then somebody gave me a small Buddha, which I took along just in case anything happened over Japanese territory . . . Don't accuse me of being sacrilegious I'm as good an Episcopalian as the next Episcopalian — I hope. (Continued on next page)
Soaping dulls hair_ Halo glorifies it !
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