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BOX OF 10 — 25(5 • BOX OF 50—98(4 Meds The Modess Tampon Pardon My Southern Drawl Continued from page 23 "A blonde menace," Maudie explained, picking up her books. "She's in my botany class and she turned her steam on Davy and got him to share her microscope." "Is that very bad, Maudie?" Maudie was amazed. Sometimes mothers understood nothing at all about life. "Bad?" she gasped. "It's crucial! Girls share microscopes with girls and boys share them with boys, but Davy and that blonde had their heads together for a whole hour. I was absolutely mortified," she added. Mrs. Mason sighed, sympathetically. "But Maudie," she said "if this girl turned the — the steam on Davy, why do you blame him?" "He enjoyed it," Maudie answered bitterly. "This really sounds serious," her mother agreed. "But crying isn't going to help." She took a handkerchief out of her apron pocket and dried Maudie's tears. "You know, Maudie," she said hesitantly, "before your father and I were married I had blonde trouble, too." "Mother!" Maudie was honestly shocked. "Oh, yes." Her mother nodded, "I walked by a soda fountain one afternoon and there before my very eyes sat your father and a cuddly blonde drinking a lemon phosphate out of one glass with two straws." MY own father, Maudie thought. How awful! The very thought of her father drinking a lemon phosphate with another woman was too revolting. "What happened?" she asked breathlessly. "My world came to an end," Mrs. Mason said, reminiscently. "I was completely miserable — for two whole days. Then somehow the whole thing blew over. I hadn't thought of it again until just this moment, and I'm sure neither your father nor the cuddly blonde remember it." "Gee," Maudie said excitedly, "who was the blonde, Mother?" Mrs. Mason smiled. "I don't suppose I should tell you," she said, "but it was Harry Polk's wife. Your father and I play bridge with them every Saturday night." "Oh Mother," Maudie exclaimed incredulously. "Mrs. Polk looks like such a mouse." "Well," Mrs. Mason sighed, "you think about that little story, Maudie. And," she smiled again, "if Davy calls I'd advise you to be sweet and ignore everything that has happened." "If that lop-eared, raisin-brain, woman-chaser calls," Maudie said spiritedly, "you may inform him I am not at home to him." Mrs. Mason paused on her way to the kitchen long enough to remark, "And I'll bet you're the first one to that telephone every time it rings." "Oh, honestly, mother," Maudie said, "that's ridiculous!" But that evening, every time the telephone rang, Maudie had to exert every ounce of her will power to keep from being the first to answer it. Pauly called four times and three other girls in the botany class also called to say how sorry they were about what had happened. Maudie was sure they were positively gloating and, she thought, if this evening didn't end soon she was going to be a stretcher case. Only when she was in bed would she admit to herself the horrifying fact that for the first time in five years Davy had failed to telephone her before retiring for the night! It was too excruciating to contemplate in silence and she resorted to tears for the second time that day. At a little after midnight, she fell into a troubled sleep, to dream about Davy surrounded by dozens of nauseous blondes. No matter how hard she tugged at them to get at Davy they were immovable. The next day, at school, she met Davy twice in the halls. He was alone, but she went past him without so much as a nod, her heart pounding. When school was over she begged Pauly to come home with her. "I just can't stand to be alone, Pauly," she explained, as they sat despondently in the Mason living room. "At such a time, one shouldn't be alone, don't you think?" Pauly agreed. "I hope," she sighed, "Davy doesn't give my pash any of his ideas about other women." Pauly's passion was Davy's best friend, Bill Brandt. rT1 HE telephone rang. Both girls sat ■* for a moment, electrified. Then Maudie rushed to the phone, stopped, caught her breath and recovered her dignity. She picked up the receiver, Pauly breathing in her other ear, and said "Miss Mason speaking." "How's your bad temper today?" Davy's voice said. "Mr. Dillon," Maudie said coldly, "I do not care to speak to you on the phone or anywhere else." Davy's chuckle was infuriating. "Keep your girdle on, sweetmeat," he said. "I'm down here at the Marble Slab, and I just want to tell you something dynamic about my plans." "I'm not interested, Mr. Dillon," jenny UJise says... "Save to Serve" P\ON'T discard those outside, green"^ est leaves of lettuce. Wash them well — and use. The brighter the color of the leaves the fuller they are with healthful vitamins! Serve on the home front — protect your family's health, yet economize in food budgeting. Lend the pennies you save to help your county meet its War Bond quota. 54 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR