Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1950)

I've got a job for you. Don't move." I couldn't stand it any longer. I told Ollie, "Keep Mercedes and Fletcher calm. I'm climbing up beside Fran." It was a tough tussle, but I gained a foothold on a ledge just as Fran was saying, "Colonel Cracky, you'll be all right if you do exactly as I say. Now grab the branch of that sunken tree. You, too, Madame Ooglepus. Hold on and don't move until I tell you." She searched the water until she spotted Burr, his arms flashing in strong strokes as he swam out from shore. "Burr, turn around. Don't try to reach the canoe. Go to the foot of the cliff, below Cecil Bill." She drew a breath. "Ready now? Cecil Bill, take your heaviest line. Cast it to the canoe." I saw his arm flip back, but I was too far away to see clearly. The hook must have connected, for as he began reeling in, a reddish-orange object sailed through the air like a strange bird. "Oh, no!" Fran's voice was pained. "Not Madame's transformation! Catch the canoe, Cecil Bill — and take care of that hairpiece." Obediently, he removed it from the hook, placed it carefully in his tackle box and got ready to cast again. His arm drew back in what seemed to be slow motion. Suddenly there was a snap I could hear clear across the water. "Grab it, Colonel," Fran shouted. "Make it fast. All right, Cecil Bill, begin reeling in. Slowly now! Help guide the canoe, Colonel. Take your paddle— keep it clear of that rock! Watch out for the next one. There's quiet water ahead. O.K., you're safe, but don't try any tricks. It's your turn. Burr." I watched until I saw Burr grasn the prow of the canoe and haul it to shore. Fran said, "Whew, and I never thought I was an outdoor girl." Then I went down the rock, sliding most of the way. They were a strange group as they landed on our beach. Cecil Bill, calm while everything was going on, had grown excited now and was chattering away. Colonel Cracky, crestfallen and embarrassed, was silent. Burr said to Fran, "If I ever let those kids out of my hands again, I hope you'll have my head examined." But Madame Ooglepus took the cake. She reached into Cecil Bill's tackle box. recovered her transformation and calmly set it in place before she would speak a word. Then, in her best grand opera manner, she said coldly, "Really, my dear Kukla, I can't understand all this commotion. The Colonel and I were rehearsing our duets when you people interrupted us." She adjusted an earring. "I can't say I appreciate it. We had just reached the spot where the echo was divine when suddenly it was drowned out by Miss Allison booming across the lake." Fran said, "But, Madame Ooglepus." Mciame went on as though she never heard her. "To my mind, it was a very undignified performance. No lady speaks that loudly. And what's this talk about a falls? I didn't see any." She flounced away without thanking Fran and Cecil Bill and Burr for rescuing her. She wouldn't look at Buelah. For my part, I want the rest of our vacation to be calm and peaceful. I hope we don't have another adventure all Summer. However, if I know the Kuklapolitans, we'll go on having them. We'll tell you all about it when we return to the air on NBC. Love to you all, Kukla. You'll never forget the day you try IMPROVED FELSNAPTHA ! You'll say it's a 'WHITE' LETTER Day in your life . the first day you wash one of hubby's shirts with Improved Fels-Naptha Soap ! That shirt will be cleaned as only good soap can clean it. And you'll both agree you've never seen a WHITER shirt! Make every washday a 'WHITE' LETTER Day. Always use Improved Fels-Naptha — the only laundry product that gives you three washday advantages — IMPROVED Fels-Naptha Soap BAN/SHES "TATTLE-TALE GRAY 77