Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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slower, a drawling Southern voice. But it shared one important thing with Jay's: youth, and with it the troubled, searching urgency not quite concealed by the commonplace words about small matters; the quest of a young man for his future. Queer how far-off the war had seemed to me till then. But now it was immediate, of my own generation. It was this unknown boy's war — and Jay's. That boy, like Jay, had built and studied and learned and planned for his future. But the war had reached out and snatched him from his world, hurled him into something that had nothing to do with his preparation and his dreams — into something that might turn to death before he had known life. I knew then that I had been wrong! That was the knowledge I had been fighting. This was what I had tried to escape. Jay had been right when he said that happiness in this crazy world must be grabbed while the grabbing is good. I had not let him grab it. And now it was too late. But was it too late? ALMOST before the thought had come to me, I was at the telephone, learning that there was a train for Granite Canyon in half an hour. It meant a wait of three hours to connect with the local to Grey Mountain but— I was on that train. I waited half the night at the tiny station of Granite Canyon, but I felt no drowsiness. It seemed to me that my heart pounded so frantically the whole night through that it could pound no harder when I turned into the maple-lined street and saw the big rambling yellow frame house with its weather-beaten sign swinging from a pillar of the porch. It gave me a shock, that shabby black sign. There was only one name on it, the gilt letters tarnished and worn off at the edges; JAMES DAWES, M. D. I would not let myself draw any conclusion from that. I would just stand here a moment on the porch, trying to get my breath. The door opened and a bent, tired looking woman came out leading a little boy. A voice boomed out after them: "You tell that husband of yours if he doesn't hold out a quart a day of his cow's good milk for this kid, I won't give him my vote for Grand Vizier of the Lodge — " "He'll do it, Doc," the woman said, smiling back over her shoulder. The boy dragged at his mother's hand, looking back too and beaming. They loved him. I didn't need to see him to love him, myself. The voice was enough. Different from Jay's, heartier, surer, more freely affectionate, but with the same vibrant depth. But when I saw him standing there in the doorway, big and tall, his eyebrows twisted quizzically at me, my love turned to pain. He was like Jay, so like him! The same wide shoulders, only a little stooped, the same square face, even the same deepcleft line down the lean cheeks and the same thick clipped brush of hair above the high broad forehead, only silvery instead of sandy red. Oh, this could be Jay when he was older. If only I could have a chance to love him then — "I'm Carla Blair," I murmured. The eyebrows lifted a little more, and his head tipped a bit to one side, waiting. The name meant nothing to him. Evelyn Keyes in "Flight Captain* A COLUMBIA PICTURE ...give your lips an alluring color accent ! HERE are lovely reds, glamorous reds, dramatic reds . . . exclusive with Tru -Color Lipstick . . . created in original lifelike shades of red based on a new, patented* color principle discovered by Max Factor Hollywood. Try Tru-Color Lipstick.. .designed to accent the individual beauty of your type... the color stays on through every lipstick test. Smooth in texture... non-drying, too... it will help keep your lips soft and lovely. ..one dollar. REDHEAD PURSE MAKE-UP KIT COMPLETE your make-up in color harmony with Max Factor Hollywood Powder and Rouge. i r.mkSI EYEb _L 1 •■ MAX FACTOR MAKEUP STUDIO. HOLLYWOOD. CALIF Send Pursc-Size Box of Powder. Rouge Simpler and miniature Tru Color 1 very I. Lipstick in my color harmony shade 1 enclose ten cents for postage and ' *' handling. Also send me my Color Harmony Make-Up Chart and Illustrated Instruction Bo6k."Ttr Nru/tn <f Muit-Up". FREE 25-8-72 .„ NAME iFtecMed STREET. , AUGUST, 1942 61