Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1943)

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What Should I Do? (Continued from page 68) second. He overstayed his leave nearly thirty days. During all this time I was working. Every day I left him with his promise to go back to camp, only to come home and find him still there. Finally he did return, only to be courtmartialed and sentenced to twenty-three days. When he got got out, he vowed he had had enough and would never do it again. He came home on week-end pass, then only ''reported" — as he put it — occasionally. He said they had nothing for him to do in the Army. I didn't exactly believe him, but when I questioned him he -would break down and cry, saying, "Okay, honey, if you don't believe me, what can I do?" By that time I knew I was going to have a baby and I was so sick I had to stop work. Because my husband was getting no money — he said there was some sort of a misunderstanding in the payroll department — my sister kept us. She and her husband had good jobs. However, they went back East so I turned to the Red Cross. All this time my husband and I were more in love than ever and so happy over the baby being on its way, but I couldn't get him to admit that he was a deserter. By this time I was almost positive, yet when questioned he always seemed to go to pieces. He was never brutal — just sort of beaten by life. One night he didn't come home for dinner. The baby was then a month old, the dearest little girl on earth. I was crazy with worry, so I finally called the Bureau of Missing Persons. I learned that my husband had been picked up in civilian clothes while he was waiting for a friend — who had been in the guardhouse with him — to hold up a store. Now he has to pay a penalty for his mistakes. I'm paying for them, too. I know my husband isn't really bad — it's just circumstances. All his life he has been kicked around. His father was mean to him. They always lived in poverty and he had a very slim education — no real chance. I can see why he deserted the Army, but I can't understand his turning to crime except that he loved me and the baby too much and had to find some way of supporting us. All the time he was at home he did all of the work — dishes, cooking, washing, ironing, etc. — for otherwise I might have lost the baby. He even did all the diapers after she was born. Miss Davis, am I foolish to hang on to this man even if I do love him so terribly? When he gets out in several years, should I be waiting, or what? Please help me Mrs. Roger M. Dear Mrs. M : Of course you aren't foolish to stand by your husband. Since you obviously love him and want to wait for hint, that is the thing for you to do. Of course, yours is the perfect example of letting a bad situation continue until it has developed into an inextricable tangle. If, as soon as you suspected that your husband was a deserter, you had talked to him about your suspicions — perhaps all this aftermath could hare been avoided. In wartime, no man in uniform can place any person above his duty. However, your husband seems to be a man of gentle character. My feeling is that if you stand by him when he is released he will be able to return to normal living, working and building a future for you and your daughter. Bette Davis. (Continued on page 94) is a, moon-touched Jlotver A camellia pink and glamorous on your shoulder — its velvety twin in your hair. A gleam of pearls against black shadow. A graceful walk or a voice of welcome. Loveliness isn't looks alone. It's wonderful witchcraft . . . the tricks a woman uses to keep herself smooth and courageous in a mixed-up world. So watch for little luxuries that cost no more. Like the finer, incredibly softer sanitary napkin — Modess. The napkin that gives you all those longed-for extras! Softer! Heavenly-gentle! Modess is made with a special softspun filler instead of close-packed layers. 3 out of -4 women voted it softer! Safer! New Peace of Mind! A triple, full-length shield at the back of every Modess napkin gives fullway protection — not just part-way, as some other pads do. Super-smooth Fit! Never a hint under the sleekiest dress. Modess is so much softer, it molds to your body as though designed especially for you! Lovely women, working harder than ever before, say ihey'd be lost without Modess. Why not try it? MODESS REGULAR is for the great majority of women. So highly absorbent it takes care of even above-average needs. Makes bulky, over -size napkins unnecessary. In boxes of 12 sanitary napkins, or Bargain Box of 56. MODESS JUNIOR is for those who require a slightly narrower napkin. In boxes of 12, 93