Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1943)

mummy! "My Coast Guard husband says I'm a Wonder Girl at keeping our little house shipshape. But, after weeks of scrubbing and scouring, I didn't feel like a girl. When I looked at my poor hands, I felt about as young as a dried-up old mummy! "They say a woman's hands show her true age. But what a weight of candles on my birthday cake if I were really as ancient as my rough, old-looking hands made me feel! My husband used to call them 'babysoft.' What man could love them now?" * "Frankly, I was in despair! I couldn't just 'sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam. But neither could I bear to feel old a:id unlovely before my time. How could I make my poor workroughened, 'old' hands look 'young,' white, smooth again ? "One of my friends, a nurse, told me about Pacquins and what wonders it worked for her hands — constantly exposed to water and harsh chemicals. So / tried Pacquins. And now? My hands are their satiny, young selves once more!" DO YOUR HANDS "ADD YEARS'' TO YOUR LOOKS? i Pacquins! See if your hands don't smooth out faster and feel smoother longer with this fragrant, white, non-greasy cream. Formulated originally for doctors and nurses who wash their hands 30 to 40 times a day. Try it! 94 m rcccuiriS//^ Cream Dear Miss Davis: I am seventeen years old and I have something on my mind that is driving me crazy. I have just been told that the woman I have believed to be my mother all these years, really isn't my mother at all. Miss Davis, you don't know what it means to look at a woman you have loved all your life, as a mother, and say to yourself, "That is not my mother." This is what I have been told: That Mom took my brother and me when we were very small — so small that I don't remember a thing. My real father and mother couldn't find work, so they left our state after giving up their children. They have never been heard from since. My brother was such a bad boy, they say, that Mom gave him up to an asylum and he was adopted by someone she doesn't know. She has no idea where my brother is. When I ask Mom for more details she just looks funny and won't answer me. Miss Davis, don't you think she should tell me everything she knows? Don't I have the right to know what my real name is? Don't I have a right to try to find my older brother? I might be crazy about him. What would you do if you were a girl in my place? Grace C. Dear Miss C: If I were in your place, I icould let well enough alone. You say that you might be crazy about this unknoicn lost brother of yours. That is true, of course, but you also might dislike him intensely. You remind me a little of Pandora, the little Greek girl who ivas trusted — as you probably remember from your mythology — with a box. She couldn't restrain her curiosity, so opened the box and released all the trouble into the world. Actually, you have no idea what sort of difficulty you might be developing for yourself by prying into something that your adopted mother considers better locked away. Have you stopped to consider that you may be causing your adopted mother a great deal of anguish? She must love you very dearly; by now she must feel that you are as much her daughter as if you were her own. It seems to me that you owe her all the love and gratitude in the world. And no questions asked — / would trust her judgment in the matter. Bette Davis. , s ¥ RiP KB*)' *% j0 3S \<m ,| m%.^M L Wl** K. A 1 ■ il •*■ -^ m ¥ -;iv" 'v 9 j Ml 1 f *T 1 PPv V «*»i-y I " * -jfi •* 1 H A.' 1 k gg At anu ttrna, tlenurtment, or ten-cent store A quick look at a "look-quick" picture of Jeanette MacDonald and Gail Patrick breaking bread together