Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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Hopelessly Happy Continued from page 35 surprise that he wasn't too handsome after all. He looked — well, good, that was the word. And although his hair was dark, as she'd said in her column, it had a faint tinge of red to it that she liked. Then, after the introductions had been performed and they had all sat down, she deliberately looked at his ankles. Yes. Those socks were orange. "Did you knit them yourself?" she inouired sweetly. Dick Kollmar laughed, and he looked speculatively at Dorothy's offthe-face navy blue hat. To any masculine eye it seemed that every variety of fruit and vegetable in the world was represented in the miniature garden on top of that hat. "Do you," he asked, "grow your own hats?" In spite of herself, Dorothy chuckled. THE luncheon wasn't at all what she had thought it would be. There was no pointless prattle whatever. Instead, there was a great deal of stimulating talk, frequently lightened by the humor that flamed in Dick's brown eyes — talk about the stage, about Broadway, about books and people and the things that were happening in the world. Before that month was out, Dorothy and Dick had met for two more lunches, but neither date was mentioned in her column. That should have struck Dorothy's friends as suspicious in itself. They knew well enough how determined she is never to let her personal partialities influence her in choosing material for that column. But not one of them suspected. Perhaps they simply didn't think Dorothy was the romantic type. You can hardly blame them. After all, she was the supreme example of the modern career-girl. She'd spent years covering murder trials for her newspaper, and for that same newspaper she'd made a sensational flight around the globe. In Hollywood, where she made a picture, and on Broadway in the course of her column-writing, she had met eligible bachelors by the dozen — and had gone blandly on her way, not caring. It looked very much as if she were invulnerable to this thing called love. She wasn't— but she had her own notions about it. She had seen too many light loves, too many infatuations that ended in the divorce courts, to trust the first thoughtless promptings of her heart. She would wait until she was sure. Before that time, though, "Knickerbocker Holiday" went on tour, taking Dick with it, and it was early summer before he was back on Broadway. He pulled into Grand Central late on a warmish afternoon, and while the red-cap loaded his bags into a taxi he stood on the sidewalk, listening to the New York noises, smelling the New York smell. To an actor, back after a long tour, they are the most exciting sounds and smells in the world. Particularly if that actor is young, and in love, and has spent the last three months planning what he'd do his first evening in town. But when he'd gone to a hotel and bathed and changed, he wavered. Three times he picked up the tele AUGUST, 1942 Are you sure of your present deodorant? Test it! Put it under this arm. Put FRESH #2, this new double-duty cream under this arm. See which stops perspiration — prevents odor — better! PUT FRESH #2, under one arm— put your present deodorant under the other.. And then . . . 1. See which stops perspiration better. We feel sure that FRESH #2 will! 2. See which prevents perspiration odor better. We're sure you'll feel complete underarm security with FRESH #2. 3. See how gentle FRESH #2 is— how delightful to use! Never greasy, gritty, or sticky, FRESH #2 spreads easily — smoothly! 4. See how convenient FRESH #2 is! You can use it before dressing — it vanishes quickly! 5. Revel in the fact that FRESH #2 won't rot even ■ delicate fabrics. Laboratory tests prove this. MAKE YOUR OWN TESTI If you don't agree that FRESH #2 is the best underarm cream you've s^* 'V^""7**^ ever used, your dealer will gladly re (&S.K fund your purchase price. ^^s^SSiB* pl\ESH #2 FRESH #2 comes in three sizes — 50ff for extra-large jar; 25ft for generous medium jar; and 10£ for handy travel size. THE NEW DOUBLE-DUTY CREAM THAT REALLY STOPS PERSPIRATION— PREVENTS ODOR 57