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That's My Bill (.Continued from page 59) spend the week-end with her. We both loved to ice skate, and we decided to try the skating rink near her house. I had secured for this occasion a magnificent outfit — at least that was my impression at the time — consisting of a bright red wool skirt and jacket, topped off by a squirrel cap, which I had borrowed from my mother and hastily remodelled. The tail of the cap part stuck out a little in back, giving it a rakish Daniel Boone quality. Feeling distinctly superior to anyone in Brooklyn, I swirled around the rink doing figure eights, and tricky loops, positive that I was cutting a very dashing figure. I was extremely pleased with myself, and completely oblivious to the fascinated stare of a young Brooklynite who was standing by the sidelines, apparently mesmerized by the squirrel tail at the back of my cap. I had just completed a graceful turn when suddenly a blurred figure hurtled toward me. I felt a hand grab for my cap, and the next thing I know I was knocked square on the ice. The figure materialized into a boy with red hair, who was also sprawled on the ice. Apparently there had been a slight miscalculation. But he didn't stay around to explain. He scrambled to his feet and whizzed away into the crowd, before I realized what was happening. Irish temper boiled inside me. My skirt had a rip from stem to stern, and my cap — my beautiful cap — lay mortally wounded on the ice. Ellen came rushing over to me. "Did you see that?" I sputtered furiously. "Did you see what that . . . that creature did to me?" I was so mad I could hardly talk, which was very unusual for me. "If I just knew who he was." "I know who he is," Ellen said. "He goes to school with my brother. His name's Bill, but everyone calls him Red. His last name is Deegan or something like that. No— Gargan. That's it— Bill Gargan." "Well," I said, meaningfully, "that's very nice to know. Gargan, huh?" The main problem, the next few weeks was to figure out when I could manage to meet this Gargan fellow again. Ellen told me there was going to be a school dance, where he would probably be, and we decided we should go. Through Ellen's brother I maneuvered an introduction to red-headed Mr. G. Before the evening was over, Bill Gargan, boy steam-roller, was following me around like a dreamy-eyed spaniel. "Gee," he'd say every once in a while. "You sure look familiar." And I would smile innocently up at him. Revenge was sweet. I decided to let Bill take me to the next dance, where I promptly ditched him and gave all my attention to his arch rival, the baseball captain. Then I'd accept dates for the movies, and just not show up. I did all sorts of terrible things to him, and he'd just look more bewildered and crestfallen — and keep calling me up. One day I let him take me for a walk in Central Park. We were just walking along, with me chattering away a mile a minute, when all of a sudden I looked at him, and I felt funny. I don't know what it was — the red hair, the hurt look in the blue eyes that met mine so squarely, or maybe a touch of spring. Whatever it was, that's when I fell in love with Bill because that's when I put yoitr curves in their proper place . . . give your good lines a chance to show, Jo it firmly and with flattery—just slip into Bestform's all nylon girdle. It has nylon taffeta front, sides and back and boned nylon diaphragm, with four sections of nylon Ieno elastic that trims and slims. ■ Style 5667-16" sizes 25 to 34. White and pink. $5.95. ■ Nylon taffeta bra with embroidered nylon marquisette trim — style 6077. $2.00 lW ft? IdU SWIFTLY AT HOME! Lips, legs, face or arms . . petal-smooth and hair. free can be yours thru the amazing development of Dr. Frederic Damrau, famous New York Medical Consultant. Send for FREE Booklet M MISS RUTH, INC. • 1711 Walnut St., Phila. 3 Try this famous Canadian lotioi (1) Nothing soothes andsoftens chapped, dry skin more quickly — (2) aids its healing more rapidly — (3) protects skin more surely against chapping, roughness and dryness! At cosmetic counters — 25e* SOt and SI bottles Qajrnfia/rux, Italian Balm JOLLY TIME TIME FOR YOUR HOLIDAY FUN ALWAYS POPS POP CORN fiafmk siicW»aeo» 85