Modern Screen (Dec 1954 - Dec 1955)

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his practice, while Ann flew off to England on a picture commitment and to Hawaii and Alaska to entertain the troops. Therefore long periods elapsed when they didn't see each other at all, When they did, it was on the same basis of friendship. Till a summer's day in 1952. Friends invited them down to Balboa for some deepsea fishing. Their friends described the excitement of latching onto an albacore. But before day's end, something more exciting happened. Ann discovered that she was deeply, truly and beyond any shadow of a doubt, in love. Aunt Cis had awakened her at 3:30. Jim came knocking at 4. They took along a picnic lunch of sandwiches and fried chicken. Out on the boat it was wonderful, the sky so tranquil, the air so sundrenched, the hours with Jim beside her so perfect. Why the revelation should have come that day rather than another is one of love's mysteries. Ann only knows that come it did, with some new and poignant sweetness stirring between them as their eyes met, quickening her pulses. On the way home Jim held her hand. Both were rather silent, though Ann's frank to admit she kept hoping the man would speak up. He didn't. Not in words, anyway But for the first time he kissed her good night. With a hug. It was enough, she told her joyously beating heart. The words could wait. Not until almost Christmas time did Jim venture to say them, and then only with a spirited assist from his mother. At a family party his eye caught a pretty necklace worn by one of the guests, and his thoughts were on a Christmas gift for Ann. "Mom," he asked, "d'you think she'd like something like that?" Mrs. McNulty's a woman who minds her own business but this was too much and she gave it to him straight in her rich Irish brogue. "Now, Jim, why don't you stop all this foolin' around an' give the girl a ring?" The slow smile gathered, yet left his face grave. "Suppose she doesn't want it?" His mother eyed the son whom she once called the tenderest of her children. "If I were in your boots, lad," she said gently, "I'd take the chance." He carried the ring in his pocket for a week, still incapable of shaping the question that might bring him high happiness or the end of hope. On the 18th he helped Ann and her folks trim the tree — always an intimate family ritual. Maybe the fact that he was drawn into it lent him heart. The hour grew late. He took leave of Aunt Cis and Uncle Pat. Ann walked him to the door. They made a date for a couple of evenings later. He kissed her good night, started down the path, paused and turned back, reaching into his pocket. "I have something for you, Ann. Will you wear it for me?" The box was blue, the diamond beautiful, the moment more so, as she threw her arms around him and whispered, "Oh, Jim!" The rest of the story's been too well and recently covered for re-telling here. Ann will carry with her forever the memory of her wedding day in June. The honor of having His Eminence, Cardinal Mclntyre, marry them. The good feel of dear Uncle Pat's arm as they went down the aisle. The smile on Jim's face at the altar as he stepped up to claim her. "Such a sweet smile," she recalls. "So sweet that apparently everyone noticed it." With the birth of Timothy Patrick a year later — her cup brimmed over. Now they're waiting for the new baby — the new link in their precious little family circle. Ask her how many links they hope for, and her head goes back in laughter delightful as Tim's. "Who am I to tell the dear Lord His business? As many as in His wisdom He chooses to send." END FLAME-GLO lips catch every eye! Flame-Glo boasts clear, deep-vibrant colors that stay lastingly, flatter endlessly ! Only Flame-Glo has Fastenol, the exclusive ingredient that seals the brilliant color to your lips, kiss-inviting ! Dewymoist and velvet smooth, day and night. No need to pay a dollar or more! Try Flame-Glo today in flattering new shades! only GOLDEN SWIVEL CASE keep kissable with TR! -AV'^LIPSTICK 15<f, 29<? and 39<r (slightly more in Canada) NEW! Flame-Glo Liquid Rouge gives your cheeks a warm, natural glow that retains colorfreshness all day. In unbreakable squeeze bottle, only 39^ 1 FLAME-GLO IS SOLD ONLY AT CHAIN VARIETY 5 & 10< STORES H THIS WOMAN MIGHT BE YOU! You might be facing the same problems this woman is solving on NBC-TV's MODERN ROMANCES because the stories you see weekly on this exciting late afternoon program deal with true-to-life situations taken right from the pages of "Modern Romances" magazine. The problems dramatized on this program concern real people, and the solutions offered can help you as they've helped thousands of women. Featuring MARTHA SCOTT as Story Editor bringing you a complete new "LIVE" story every week — Monday to Friday. Modern Romances is sponsored by Ajax, Fab, Cashmere Bouquet and Halo. Manufactured by the Colgate Palmolive Co. tune your set to MODERN ROMANCES Check your newspaper for the time on your /oca/ NBC-TV Channel