Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1960)

PHOTOPLAY FASHIONS Honest, you can dress like a movie star, too Simplicity Printed Patterns shown on pages 42-45 are available at local stores everywhere, or, to order by mail, send money, size and pattern number to Simplicity Pattern Co., Inc., Dept. PH, 200 Madison Ave., Hew York 16,N.Y. Tll«“ lloloro Simplicity 3357; Junior Misses' and Misses’ sizes 11-18, 60tf. Crestwood, 507969-89, 100% wool, 54" wide. Till* Ov<*l*skir( Simplicity 3262: Junior Misses’ and Misses’ sizes 11-18, 60<*. Dress: Stoffel organdy, Qual. 252, white, 35/36" wide. Overskirt: Stoffel cotton batiste, Qual. 4109, black, 39" wide. The Tunie S implicity 3349; Junior Misses’ and Misses’ sizes 11-18, 60^. Andover, Sharkskin Prints, Patt. 738, H. 41/42" wide. The Blouson Simplicity 2896 ; Junior Misses’ and Misses’ sizes 11-18, 50^. Heller Jersey, “Oracle,” white — 80% Orlon/20% wool, 52/54" wide. ACCESSORIES The following merchandise shown on pages 42 to 45 can be purchased at most better stores across the country. For further buying information, write the addresses listed below: The lloloro: hat Madcaps, 28 West 39th Street. New York, N. Y. gloves Wear-Right, 244 Madison Ave., New York. N. Y. bag Calderon, 389 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y. jewelry Coro, 47 West 34th Street, New York, N. Y. The Overskirl: cloves Ben Berger, 244 Madison Ave., New York, N. Y. jewelry Accessocraft, 389 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y. bag Eugenie Buchner, 347 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y. The Tunic: CLOVES Wear-Right, 244 Madison Ave.. New York, N. Y. jewelry Cadoro, 389 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y. The lllouson: bag Roger Van S., 10 West 32nd Street, New York, N. Y. cloves Ben Berger, 244 Madison Ave., New York, N. Y. jewelry Richelieu, 393 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y. home right away. I want to go home.” And so they went home. But going home didn’t solve the problem. Justine’s a shy, sweet girl who can be easily hurt and she refused to have anything more to do with the tour, the record, or even the Bandstand. Bob took the opposite attitude. He shrugged the whole thing off, saying it was just a silly rumor that would fade with the wind. But she couldn’t forget. She finally reached a point where she was so miserable, she told Bob not to come over to the house any more. She didn’t want to see him — ever again. She wouldn’t even talk to him on the telephone. Somehow, she felt, he never would understand how hurt and humiliated she was. Maybe a boy can’t understand these things. And so they parted. Then Photoplay heard about their separation and decided to do something about it. We found out it was soon to be Justine’s seventeenth birthday and that her mother was planning a party, inviting all of Justine’s close friends. Immediately, we called Mrs. Correlli and asked if Photoplay might attend, since we were planning a special surprise for Justine. “I’d love to have you,” came the reply. “And don’t forget . . . it’s Friday at nine o’clock.” Friday came . . . Justine was so nervous (even though she knew nothing about the surprise). In fifteen minutes, she thought, they’ll all be here — all her friends. Was her hair in place? Lipstick on? Seams straight? She ran down to the living room to make sure everything was ready. As she sat on the floor, hunting through her records, trying to make a selection, she came across “Drive-In Movie.” A little pang went through her heart and she couldn’t resist the temptation of placing it on the turntable. “No, I mustn’t think about Bob now,” she told herself firmly. “I can’t be miserable on my birthday — it’s not fair to Mom or my friends.” But, as she sat listening to the record, she just couldn’t think of anything else . . . anything except Bob and the show and all their wonderful times together. Nothing, she was sure, would ever be the same. Suddenly the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. “Golly, it’s nine o’clock already!” she cried. “Have I been sitting here that long?” She jumped up, shut off the record player and, taking a fast peek in the mirror, to make sure she looked all right, she ran to the door. Before she could even open it, all her friends were chorusing, “Happy Birthday!” And, one by one, they filed into the living room, piling all the gifts on the desk chair. She became so busy, started to have such fun, that she didn’t hear the doorbell ring until her mother, who was preparing more food in the kitchen, called out, “Open the door, Justine. Someone keeps ringing.” She still didn’t know about her Photoplay surprise. And, as she went to the door, she wondered who it could be. “I’m sure everyone’s here,” she thought to herself. Then, when she opened the door, she just stood there, dumfounded, unable to say a word. There, with a Photoplay escort, stood Bob Clayton. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She gave herself a little pinch to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. And Bob laughed. Then he walked in, kissed her very gently on the cheek and handed her the gift he’d brought. “This really is a happy birthday for me now,” Justine whispered, as she squeezed Bob’s hand tightly and led him into the living room. The End WAISTIN Gently yet firmly will whittle your waist. Tuck in tummy too. White breathable feathernap — adjustable supporters. Sizes 22-36, $2.95. P 75