Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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more than ever! "I'm thrilled, Moms," I said. "But — I can't let you do it. I just can't, not with Dad — " But I knew her heart was set on it. "No, Tina," she said, in that firm tone which means she's made up her mind, "this is our one real wedding gift to you. We'd like to give you more but — well, we've counted on this and nothing is going to interfere. Besides, there's a wonderful sale down at Sutton's Department Store." Panic swept through me. Sutton's. Sutton's, the store where a boy named Stan was working. A boy I didn't want to see because I was afraid to see him, afraid of my own emotions. "We don't want to go there, Moms. It's a very expensive shop, and honestly, much as I'd love it, I don't think we ought to spend money on clothes. Honestly, Moms. I — " "Tina!" There was rebuke and hurt in the way she said my name. "Tina, there's the sweetest suit there. I — I saw the picture in the paper. I want you to have it, to wear away with you — " There wasn't any use protesting. I said, "All right, Moms. I'd — I'd love it." I never thought I'd tremble just to walk into a department store but I did then. I kept looking around me, even when we reached the dress department, wondering if he'd be near. But naturally he wasn't. We found what we wanted. It was a pretty suit and I was pleased with it. Moms was paying the girl and I was wondering why it felt so strange to be close to him like this, even though he didn't know it. And then I heard someone calling my name and I whirled. It was Stan. His dark eyes were excited. He stood there looking down at me. "I caught a glimpse of you going up in the elevator," he said. "Tina — why didn't you show up last night? What was the matter?" Moms was listening. I said, "Moms, this is — this a friend of mine — Stan Colton. This is my mother." Moms bowed politely. She had that we'd-better-be-going-now look. Stan said, "I've got to have a word with you, Tina. Now." THERE was urgency in his tone and my own heart was pounding. "All right, Stan," I said. We walked over to the window and he tried to take my hand but I drew it away and warned him my mother was watching. "What does that matter?" he asked under his breath. "Tina — what was wrong last night? I was worried sick — afraid something had happened." I had to steel myself, to let him know this was the finish. I drew back my shoulders, lifted my chin, looked up into those dark, expressive eyes. "Stan — " I tried to make my voice distant — "something has happened. To me, I mean. Maybe it's just that I got back my senses. I don't know. It isn't any use, Stan, trying to pretend. It's no good, you and I. It's wrong — and we both know it." "What's wrong?" he demanded. "Loving you? Or your loving me? Is that wrong?" Loving me — or my loving him. He had put it into words and now I was denying those words, saying to myself it wasn't so and couldn't ever be so. "Let's not argue, Stan. It's over NOVEMBER, 1942 Are you sure of your present deodorant? Test it. Put it under this arm. Put FRESH #2, the new double-duty cream under this arm. See which stops perspiration— prevents odor — better! tUe pf\E s h a*id Mu jpdwA 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 just 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 TEST! If you don't agree that FRESH #2 is the best underarm cream you y^^jp^^ have ever used, vour dealer will gladly /» Guaranteed by^i V Good Housekeeping, refund your full purchase price. FRESH #2 comes in three sizes — 50f< for extra-large jar; 25fi for generous medium jar; and 10f£ for handy travel size. F^SH NEW DOUBLE-DUTY CREAM • REALLY STOPS PERSPIRATION PREVENTS ODOR 71 J