Radio mirror (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

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RADIO MIRROR Man I Nearly Married {Continued from page 35) told me. "he has succeeded in marrying a wealthy business woman. He lives on her and borrows magnificently from her friends. And she, brave and loyal, supports him with a thousand pitiful makeshifts and sacrifices." She paused a moment. "The masculine parasite takes a good many forms in present day society. Sometimes he is a simple scoundrel. More often a misfit. Frequently the son of a family which has lost its fortune. Brought up in luxury, he has no stock in trade but his charm and breeding, and becomes an exploiter of women. If you find yourself falling for a man like that, run as fast as you can. If you're married to one, divorce him! No moocher is worth the unhappiness of a capable woman!" ONEYCHILE JOHNSON, that blonde comedienne from Texas, says it took a Yankee to teach her that a man who talked a lot about chivalry usually despised women. As Irene Rich warns against men who like their women to work and support them, Honeychile points out the perils of the fellow who puts women on a pedestal." and wants to keep them in the home and under the thumb. Honeychile is one of those Southern belles who captivate the opposite sex by being good listeners and yes-women'. Underneath this soft exterior she has a keen brain and great determination. If you have a will of your own, you can take it from Honeychile that a man with a chivalry line is a man to avoid. It was before Honeychile's Southern twang was familiar to the networks, when she was still at Baylor University in Waco, that she learned this primary lesson in love. Baylor had its Beau Brummel. He was a crisp young Yankee from Connecticut. Among the easy-going Southern swains, the co-eds found his quick movements and vital way of talking a delight. He was popular with the men, too. He was on the football team. And in a vicinity where the spoken worship of women and the art of flirtation was a part of good breeding, he could outdo the Southern boys going and coming. "I began to revere women with my Mother," he'd say when he and a pretty girl moved into a patch of moonlight. "I think a man who isn't considerate and protective of women in every way is a cad!" Honeychile's father, minister of a Dallas church, was a man of larger standing than fortune. She didn't have a car or quite so many pretty clothes as some of the other students. It was nice when the popular Yankee began to single her out as his girl. He would take her whizzing over the rolling Southern roads in his Packard, or for long, lazy walks under the water oaks and Chinaberry trees. "Southern girls," he'd say, "are the flower of American womanhood. And you, Margaret," (he scorned her favorite nickname as vulgar) "are my favorite flower." Honeychile had, and still has, a passion for hamburgers with a large slice of Bermuda onion, hot and peppery. But the Yankee demanded that she give up this other love. "It isn't appropriate. Hamburgers and onions and that exquisite mouth — " She fell for it when he said it, but there was a smoldering resentment at her sacrifice. Why on earth shouldn't she eat ham CHERAMY April SKowers THE PERFUME OF YOUTH FLOWERS/ April Showers clothes you in the seductive fragrance of Spring— the one perfume that is always as fresh and young and eternally right as flowers are! Quality? Superb ! April Showers toiletries are the greatest creation of Cheramy, Paris, one of the world's fine perfumers. Expensive? Not a bit ! The whole matched service . . . perfume, talc, dusting powder, eau de cologne, brilliantine . . . will impress you with its getierous value at low cost. Cxjtjaic&ote ■ • • jLut. (v APRIL SHOWERS PRICE LIST ferfumeX $1 to $5.50 piir^e ^izes 28c and 50c Talc »\\ . . . . 28c and 55c ^au dYVMogne . 28c to $1.75 listing Powder ■ . 85c, $1.25 'Brillimkne 55c Roummjjtipstick, Skin Lotion, Bath Stilts, etc. from 28c up. ffa&t stores everywhere. ' ' • / 71