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Try Lizabeth Scott’s DEEP-CLEANSE FACIALS The House That Joan Built (Continued from page 51) wash and diaper them during her frequent “without-anurse” periods. So far she has staved off disaster to her beloved possessions by confining the children strictly to the garden, or to the thirty by forty kitchen where they usually eat their meals — except at birthday times — and to their own quarters in the main house. With four children, these quarters are now somewhat cramped. “I’m going to turn the outside bath house into two rooms for the children and one for the nurse,” Joan tells me. And she’ll do that with the same thoroughness and perfection that she does everything else. “Perfection” perhaps, is the keynote of Joan’s success and J oan’s failure. No one can be perfect all the time. And a time usually comes in the most “perfectionist” life when a person realizes this, makes a compromise and settles down to being happy. But not Joan. If she takes up swimming, she wants to be as good as Esther Williams. If it’s tennis, she bangs away at it in hopes of excelling Sarah Palfrey. If it’s acting, she wants to out-do Helen Hayes. That’s ;why Joan won’t appear before a “live audience” in radio. “What if I made one mistake,” she told me earnestly. “I couldn’t do it over again. I’d die.” But even Helen Hayes makes a slip now and then on the stage and on the air. It isn’t the mistakes I that count, but how you handle them. And above all, her house. If Joan has a DUse, she wants it to be the best house pver. It should be the best house in Caliifornia — with the effort Joan is still putting into it and what it has cost her. j Don’t get me — or Joan — wrong. The house land what she does to it, also brings her almost unbearable joy. It’s the crystallization of a childhood dream when “home” was not the beautiful one of today and jwhen life was dangerously insecure. Maybe ' that’s one reason why her now pastel^ :olored drawing room, her beige-toned len, her library, her bar and every corner af the spacious establishment gives her more happiness than any man, marriage, I ar movie, has been able to — yet! I Joan never stops improving herself or I tier house. Only a few weeks ago she comt pletely did over her sleeping porch. Out I .went the big four-poster colonial bed and ts matching furniture. In went a huge, very aomfortable-looking modern bed, with a television set smack at the foot so that Joan :an stretch out comfortably and watch (fitU! Hetc'i one MANHUNT iU MATRIMONY Tune in to radio's most exciting manhunt. It eads to thrills, chills and adventure . . . for '■ fou. So join the search! :very Sunday afternoon "True Detective Myseries" takes you along on a famous, real-life nystery case. You're right at the scene of the ;rime. You're there when the criminal is rapped. What's more. — ^you're in on secret Jolice files. And you learn the real facts bejiind famous mystery cases. JSTEN EVERY SUNDAY AFTERNOON TO 1 "TRUE DETECTIVE MYSTERIES" OVER ALL MUTUAL STATIONS Vnd READ The Inside Stories Of Real Mystery leases— More Exciting Than Fiction — Every .vfonth in TRUE DETECTIVE Magazine I ^ ll Cuddly armful! Early play hour — and Lizabeth’s skin is a-sparkle! “A quick Deep-Cleanse with Woodbury rouses my skin . . . brings a beauty-fresh glow!” Delightful eyeful! . . . makes you stop, and —LOOK! “Film day done,” says Lizabeth, ‘T date Woodbury — ncli and smoothing. Leaves skin simply velvet 1” "You're lovelier— in seconds,” promises Lizabeth. “Smooth on Woodbury Cold Cream ... its rich oils cleanse deep. Tissue, and film on more Woodbury— four special softening ingredients smooth dryness ! Tissue again— add a cold water splash for rosy color. See, your skin glows clear-clean, silkysoft . . . Woodburywonderful!” 103