Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1950)

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POETRY MATURITY I tried to make a sculpture Of the virtues you had shown — A perfect, shining idol To be kept upon a throne. But what I thought was marble In reality was clay. And it cracked beneath my chisel To my heart's complete dismay. But experience brings wisdom. With contentment in its girth; The years have taught this sculptor The frailties of earth. — Dorothy B. Elfstrom THE OPEN DOOR Poor old house with Spring Now breathing through your eaves All bundled up asleep Knee deep in winter leaves. With this dejected key I'll make you come alive, Rejuvenate your pulse, Unleaf your cluttered drive. I'll make the warm blood course Along your furnace veins And clear your blurry vision Of months of dreary rains. I'll tear apart the nets The spiders carefully wove And scare the mice away From underneath the stove. And while I'm armed with mop And scrubbing on the floor I'll ditch my silly pride And open wide the door. The breezes will intrude And crickets send their call And wisps of children's voices Echo in the hall. But in the midst of dishes, My fingers shaking foam, A neighbor voice will shout Is anybody home? — Bernice Ames PERSONAL TOUCH Whenever I must send a gift To someone whom I care for, I think about the things he likes And what he has a flair for. I go to every store in town And shop and shop, undaunted — And then I choose and send the gift That / have always wanted. — Lydell Stearns * NEW SHAPE * ,ke NEWS RADIO MIRROR WILL PAY FIVE DOLLARS for the best original poems sent in each month by readers. Limit poems to 30 lines, address to Poetry, Radio Mieroe Magazine, 205 E. 42 StBeet, New York 17,N.Y. Each poem should be accompanied by this notice. This is not a contest, but an effort to purchase poetry for use in Radio Mirror. The new-shape lantern sleeve is news because it's the most enormous you've seen in years. Puffed widely and softly, it lends important "top heaviness" to the silhouette. Emphasizes this year's slim, straight loo"k by dramatic contrast. Yes, there's an idea behind the design. The new-shape Modess box is news because it, too, has an idea behind the design! Wrapped, this discreet-shape box might be bath salts, note paper, candy. No one could guess you"were carrying sanitary napkins ... no more need you wonder if anyone's guessing! And another appreciated Modess exclusive, the new box is tactfully pre-wrapped before it even reaches your store's counter! • Same fine quality Modess napkins • Same price — you don't pay for these two new extras • Regular, Super, and Junior Modess sizes Only Modess comes in the new-shape, secret-shape box. ..pre-wrapped! R M 21