Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1943)

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her latest crush is also due out on the Coast at about the same time — and that Dr. Hauser doesn't even know who he is. Wonder if this trip she'll spend as much time visiting the health bars and sipping carrot juice, or nibbling stalks of celery, as on previous visits when the handsome dietician was her constant escort? Cfose Ups and Long Shots: Glamour town has settled down to a slow walk, emotionally and physically, it seems, as if the constant exodus of our leading men, stars, directors, designers, publicists, writers, electricians and cameramen, to the wars is just too much to digest all at once. The entire trend of Hollywood has changed these days with "where to buy a lamb chop" supplanting yesterday's burning topic of "where to buy a tire." The increasing food and meat shortage has brought on a new social order. No one gives dinner parties any more. Good silver, china and linen have been stored away. The servant problem, with practically everyone doing his own work, has altered the social picture, with kitchen spreads the rage. Invited guests are warned there must be no crashers or none of the usual bringing of extra guests for, of course, every bite of food is preciously counted and mentally divided equally among the diners. And, what's more, guests are expected to contribute. "I'll bring three eggs," one volunteers. "I have a quarter pound of butter." another offers. The day Gracie Allen discovered two pounds of stew meat in the market called for a kitchen spread with stew the main hot dish, a green salad and butterless rolls completing the feast. Everything was placed on the kitchen table, everyone pitched in to help and guests served themselves. Paper napkins were passed around and everything kept as simple as possible. These kind of shindigs are going on all over town and with them has come a return to simple pleasures. June Havoc gave a Saturday night farewell party for John Payne, who was about to leave for the Air Corps, and guests were asked to come dressed as their secret ambitions. Director Walter Lang telephoned June his regrets saying he had a house guest and couldn't come. "Oh, it isn't an eating party," June assured him. "Bring your guest by all means." The guest turned out to be Clark Gable, who wore his officer's uniform, which seemed to be a secret ambition fully realized. But what made the occasion memorable was the first glimpse of the old Gable since the tragic death of his wife, Carole Lombard, over a year ago. As if inspired, Lt. Gable took over the party and led in the fun, lying prone on the floor to see how many bubbles he could blow or leading in some other equally simple game. There hasn't been such fun in Hollywood in ages, with guests repairing to the kitchen for whatever pick-up bites they could find. With the ever-present loneliness and heartaches for loved ones away from the home, Hollywood has become "Our Town" or "Your Town" or any other small town. And the feeling is good. It's comforting to know glamour folk are real folk in a crisis, capable of taking over the smallest duties or tasks without a word of complaint. We think our boys "out there" will like the idea, somehow. i APRIL, 1943 "I was a single wife" HOW A YOUNG MARRIED WOMAN OVERCAME THE "ONE NEGLECT" THAT OFTEN WRECKS ROMANCE I. Ours was fhe Perfect Marriage ... at first. But slowly, gradually, a strangeness grew up between us. I couldn't believe Jim's love had cooled so fast ! 2. One day. Miss R., a nurse from my home town, found me crying and wormed the whole thing out of me. "Don't be offended, darling," she began, shyly, "I've seen this happen before. Many wives have lost their husbands' love through their neglect of feminine hygiene (intimate personal cleanliness)." 3. Then she told what she'd heard a doctor advise. Lysol disinfectant. "You see," she went on, "Lysol won't harm sensitive vaginal tissues— just follow the easy directions. Lysol cleanses thoroughly and deodorizes. No wonder this famous germicide is the mainstay of thousands of women for feminine hygiene." 4. Ever since, I've used Lysol. It's so economical, so easy to use, gives me such a wonderful feeling of personal daintiness. And — here's the most wonderful thing — Jim and I are once again happy as doves. Check this with your Doctor Lysol is NON-CAUSTIC— gentle and efficient in proper dilution. Contains no free alkali. It is not carbolic acid. EFFECTIVE-a powerful germicide, active in presence of organic matter (such as mucus, scrum, etc.). SPREADING — Lysol solutions spread and thus virtually search out germs in deep crevices. ECONOMICAL— small bottle makes almost •* gallons of solution for feminine hygiene. CLEANLY ODOR— disappears alter use. LASTING — Lysol keeps full strength indefinitely, no matter how often it is uncorked. Copr.. 1942. by Lrhn A Fink Product* Corp For new FREE booklet (in plain wrapper) about Feminine Hygiene, send postcard or letter for Booklet P.M.M.-443. Address: Lebu & Fink, Bloomficld, N. J. 13