Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

The Glory of It (Continued from, page 21) moment. He kissed the tip of my nose and then my lips, a kiss that sent a tremor running through my body so that I forgot to be frightened. I forgot everything in the realization of his love. It was wonderful to share my thoughts and secret dreams with Bob. Sometimes, when he took me on his lap and brushed back my hair the way he liked to do, we'd plan our future, that magical time when the war would be over. Once he said, "You're so young to have so much understanding, darling." I didn't know quite what he meant; I was nineteen, Bob twenty-four. But I had sensed a loneliness in him, a need in him, which I had tried to fill. Love had taught me to do that. Love teaches you many things. YJF/'HEN Bob was ordered to a base in " Arizona as an instructor he was worried about taking me along. "We'll have to rough it, Kit. It's pretty rugged country around there." "We can always use a pup-tent!" I said. "Anyway, I'm going to follow my man as long as I can." He scooped me up and kissed me for that. But I admit I did not expect anything so rugged as the shack we finally moved into — the only place near camp we could find. There was a fancy guest house we could have rented, more than an hour's drive from the Base. But when a person is working as hard as Bob was, he can't afford to spend two hours driving back and forth every day. So we took the shack, leaky roof, lean-to kitchen and all. We were surrounded mostly by desert and sagebrush, and with Bob gone so much of the time I was desperately lonely. I thought with longing of my cool, comfortable home in California, and of the friends I'd grown up with, of all the fun we'd had. I lost a great deal of weight and Bob wanted to send me back. But I refused to go; there was no comfort for me in any place that didn't hold him. When we were together I could forget the dreadful little shack and the sand sifting in through every crack. We were only a five-minutes run from the field, and I tried to have a good dinner ready for Bob every night. "You're spoiling me," he teased. Then his face grew serious. "Kit, you know the Johnsons? They've moved into that guest house at the ranch you said was too far away. And you were right, Kit. Bill looks tired as the devil." Lt. Johnson and his wife, Alison, were a handsome couple. But Alison was. very unpopular at the Base. Too "uppish," everyone said. Bob went on, "I'm sorry about Johnson; his wife's more of a drain on him than a comfort. It's Alison first, with her. Poor guy!" I could see he was really troubled. The next day when I ran into Alison Johnson at the Post Exchange, I thought of trying to talk to her. But as soon as she sensed my purpose, she said sharply, "I'm young and I am not going to be cooped up for any man. I want my fun — and I'm having it." And that was that. (Subsequently, Bill Johnson went overseas with my Bob and became one of the most decorated men in the 8th Air Force. But as soon as he was discharged, and the thrill of being married to an airman was over, Alison divorced him. I had hated her for it, for the hurt she had given him. . . . -Hike to pick ^mnets ^ wGuW A^^auon a thought //^^ NEW...a CREAM DEODORANT which SAFELY STOPS under-arm PERSPIRATION 1. Does not irritate skin. Does not rot dresses and men's shirts. 2. Prevents under-arm odor. Stops perspiration safely. 3. A pure, white, antiseptic, stainless vanishing cream. 4. No waiting to dry. Can be used right after shaving. 5. Arrid has been awarded the Approval Seal of the American Institute of Laundering — harmless to fabric. Use Arrid regularly. 39^ Plus Tax (Also 590 size) At any store which sells toilet goods MORE MEN AND WOMEN USB ARRID THAN ANY OTHER DEODORANT R m 63