Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1950)

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a while I forgot to be ashamed. Not a word had been said, but I knew and I thought he did. When I rushed through breakfast each morning, kissed Tommy goodbye, traveled unseeingly through the leaf-patterned streets of the town and turned through the great iron gates into the hospital grounds, my whole being was set for that moment when I would close the laboratory door behind me and Jim and I would be alone. Oh, there were others there — Dr. Clark, other helpers; to anyone else's eyes the arrangement was most businesslike. And outwardly, so were we; but inwardly, for me, ttie whole room was filled with Jim. I didn't dare to hope that he felt the same; and yet, without hoping, without letting myself dream of it, I think I knew. Carol was never in town. I learned from Francie that for all practical purposes she had left Jim, deserted him; but the only talk of divorce came from Francie herself. "Jim loves you," she burst out at me one night, as we sat on my front porch together rocking like two elderly ladies. We had both felt so lonely that I'd asked her to come over after dinner; but I regretted it when she turned the conversation ruthlessly to Jim. She insisted, "You know he loves you, Maggie. Everyone knows it. If only that wife of his — the amount of wife she's been to him you could put into this thimble!" Wildly, Francie waved the sewing she had brought over her vivid red hair. "Why don't the two of you do something about it?" I said stiffly, "What would you suggest?" "Oh — " She gritted her teeth and pulled hard at a thread. "You're right, of course. But it boils me up to see Jim with this one skinny chance for happiness getting skinnier all the time because Carol won't let him go. If you'd lived with them, and heard the things I've heard for the last year — there's only one word for women like Carol, and the pity of it is that nice women like me don't use it. She wants and wants, all the time. She doesn't give a pin for Janie — and you know, Maggie, I think she really hates Jim — " Francie, please I can't listen to this. What's between Carol and Jim is between them — nobody has the right to interfere." "Now you mark my words. This trip to Paris she's about to make — it's ten to one she won't come back, Maggie. You'll see. She'll find some fat oaf who'll dress her in the size diamonds she prefers, and Jim will get his dismissal, but fast." "When's Butch coming back?" I asked desperately. "What does he write?" My heart was pounding; my cheeks were hot. I kept telling myself it was because I was ashamed, but it wasn't. It was hope, I was suffering from, the leaping hope that Francie might be right . . . Francie was right. Carol Brent never returned from that trip to Paris. In a great flurry of taxis and smart luggage and furs she went off one morning to catch the New York express, and I heard vaguely from Francie the next day that she'd done it — had taken the Paris plane in spite of Jim's ultimatum that he regarded her going as an act of desertion. But there was nothing vague about what happened after that. The headlines, the radio made it all too specifically positive for there to be any room for doubt. The plane Carol was on never got to Paris. It went down in the Atlantic somewhere off France, and Colgate Guarantees: Veto Gives You Double Protection Against Underarm Odor and Perspiration ! 1. VETO STOPS ODOR INSTANTLY! Colgate guarantees it! Used daily, Veto protects against underarm odor night and day, safeguards your daintiness from bath to bath. 2. VETO CHECKS PERSPIRATION! Works quickly, effectively. Veto smooths oriandis absorbed as easily as vanishing cream. Won't cake or dry out in jar. Has a delightful fragrance. And it's mild , safe for normal skin, safe for clothes. Veto Says If Veto isn't all we say it is, we'll gladly give your money back, plus tax and postage. Simply return unused pc tion to Colgate, Jersey City 2, New Jersey. to Perspiration and Odor! FROM THE THOUSAND WINDOW BAKERIES 0F Sunshine Biscuits, i Be your own judge! See and hear Midwest Television in your own home. Then decide whether to keep it or have your money refunded. Low Factory Prices. Factory authorised service available. I Also Available on 30 DAYS TRIAl! The Sensational New 5-Band World-ranging 1951 Model MIDWEST RADIOS SEND THIS COUPON ON 1c POST CARD FOR NEW 1951 FRH4C010R MIDWEST MIDWEST RADIO & TELEVISION CORP. I Dept. 28A, 909 Broadway, Cincinnati 2, Ohio ADDRESS. CITY H M 95