Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1944)

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I i ardinghouse, where a dozen penniless ■ung men lived together sharing the »)rk and the few expenses. Bob himself tl rvived on ten dollars a week borrowed oi)m a brother. kit was only a few weeks of this before ku knew you couldn’t bear to watch him (i-uggle alone, while you lived comfortjly at the Barbizon and attended classes tt the Academy. So you left the Academy *i d joined him in his daily search for an oting berth . . . and you worked at it Igether for further weeks. It was at the /tfierry Lane Theater that you got your tt e break — though it was hardly a finanu d one. You both acted in several plays ere, and were paid fifty cents a performiiLce — at the evening’s end the producer ll iemnly handed Bob a one dollar bill, for ifpth of you. ifiWhen that ended, so had the fall, and lou were still in love and still miles from sarriage. NE morning you appeared breathlessly 'I' at his co-operative boardinghouse — ^ lich you had never done before, so when ^ib appeared still soapy from shaving and (iw you on the doorstep he knew something TOunding had happened. You gasped it at sight of him. You’d been telegraphed ii am Tulsa that a radio station wanted you (fere right away for a program — and when ey’d asked you to suggest a leading man, Iliu’d named Bob. “And they said yes! And le’ll each get $25 a week! For months!” itlu cried ecstatically. I In Tulsa, Bob stayed at a boardinghouse iid you stayed with your parents for thiriisn weeks. Then when the radio proam ended, you got married on Bob’s vings. lYou were married suddenly, on a twotiur decision exactly a year from the me you met; and your parents watched Kiu being taken into the custody of this orange, likeable, intense young man you’d 3t in New York. And then you and • Ihb drove away for your honeymoon in (© only present your family was ever to (ke you two because that’s the way you [knted it — a brand-new sky-blue car. You tjove it to Ogden, Utah, so that his family Iuld meet his bride; and then, on another dden decision you drove on to Hollywood take a fling at Aims. But there you were Id-shouldered at every studio, and five onths later you gave up and went back I New York City and Its dubious chances, nd to get down to himgry reality . . . and marriage. You went through it all, shoulder to loulder with Bob — through fear and inger and worry, and then through the ming of two children. For a few weeks fter Bobby was born you were a Powers jiodel and several pictures of you apiared in Harper’s Bazaar. But then, (ice Michael was to be born eleven months jter Bobby, you retired to your home ijiain. You took this retirement with the ilrenity that is part of you, just as you’d ken housework and cooking, neither of jKich you enjoy. ' \ OHEN you’d been married almost three ; » years and the Walker family had pro ! lessed from two dingy rooms in Greenlich Village to six sunlit rooms in Garden lity. Long Island, Bob and you went one ght to see the play “Claudia.” I The very next day you went to David O. iilznick’s office in New York City, and told |e Lelznick agent you found there that r ~ j eep fhe cosf of living down — buy only | what you need. Don't buy what j you don't need — buy Bonds for Berlin Instead Mask makes ^mc(i a lo[/elv quick Jlfferenee in my skin says Mrs. W. Wooster Richard One of New York society’s youngest and most attractive Navy wives, Mrs. Richard is charmed with this swift and effective method of "restyling” her complexion — a 1-Minute Mask with Pond’s Vanishing Cream. When powder snags on my cheeks and nose — and when my skin looks just haK-fresh, haK-hright . . . I hide my face under a snowy 1-Minute Mask of Pond’s Vanishing Cream,” says Mrs. Riehard. ” — Nothing shows but my eyes! Then for 60 seeonds I relax — while the Cream’s 'keratolytic’ action loosens and dissolves tiny powder -eatehing flakes of chapped skin — and specks of imbedded dirt, too! Then I tissue everything off — dean . . . — And gloat over the heavenly effects of my 1-Minute Mask! My face looks cleaner and hghter — and when I feel how much smoother the Mask has made my skin, I know my make-up problems are over. Powder goes on perfectly — and stays!” Glamorous Mrs.l^charct sucjcjesfs: "Give yourself a 1-Minute Mask 3 or 4 times a week — and on the other days, use Pond’s Vanishing Cream for make-up foundation. Just a very light film holds makeup for ages!” POND’S Now there’s a glass^ shortage! Help save glass and manpower — buy one BIG jar o( Pond’s instead of several small ones. TAKE A JOBI THE MORE WOMEN AT WORK— THE SOONER WE WlNl