Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

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interview had been with an elderly woman in charge of the Personnel Division. I had never seen Mr. Winters or anyone else in the Publicity Department and on September 2nd — why, I hadn't even left home then. I don't know how many times I read the letter over before the explanation occurred to me — and that explanation turned all my bright hopes to the ashes of despair. The letter wasn't meant for me at all. For the second time my life had crossed with that of the other Elizabeth Adams, for it suddenly became obvious to me that just as Bill's phone call, weeks before, had been intended for her, this letter, too, was hers. It isn't fair, I cried unhappily, when I need a job so badly, to have it go to someone else. Even as I said the words I felt a new determination within me. That job wouldn't go to someone else — I wouldn't let it. The other girl was gone; she didn't need a job and I did. A man named Marsh had written the letter. I would go to him, explain the situation to him and once he understood that the other Elizabeth Adams was not available, once he understood how vitally important it was for me to have the position— why he couldn't do anything but offer it to me. I snatched up the letter and hurried out. ¥ GAVE my name to the Publicity ■*■ Department receptionist and, referring to a memorandum on her desk, she said, "Oh, you came about the clerical position. Mr. Marsh is expecting you. Mr. Winters, who interviewed you, has been transferred to our West Coast office." She handed me a printed form, filled in here and there in neat handwriting. "This is your original application," she explained, "and this," she indicated another blank, "is your employee's record card. Will you please fill it out?" She turned her face to answer the telephone ringing on her desk. Automatically I dropped my eyes to the application I held in my hand. I noted the name Elizabeth Adams at the top, followed by the line, "Birth place, Blandings, New York." Then I saw something else, a sentence pencilled boldly across one corner of the sheet which fairly leaped out at me. "Interviewed by Mr. Winters," it said. "No one else saw applicant since interview took place during lunch hour." I thought deeply for a moment. "No one else saw applicant." Slowly the significance of those words burned itself into my mind and with it came an idea so fantastic that I can scarcely believe, now, that it ever occurred to me. If no one except the now absent Mr. Winters has ever seen the other Elizabeth Adams, I found myself thinking, why couldn't I pretend to be the other Elizabeth? It was a frightening thought, but I couldn't rid myself of it. If the Federal people continued to believe that their letter had been delivered to the girl who had been interviewed by one of their executives — why, as easily as that, I could have the job they were offering to her. But if I told them who I really was they might refuse even to consider me for the position. Why not accept this chance, I asked myself, this opportunity offered to remain here in the same city with Bill, rather than risk separation from him by explaining everything? It would be deception, my conscience warned. But it would be a harmless deception, my MARCH, 1942 3 LOVELY TANGEE SHADES TANGEE RED-RED. . ."Rarest, Loveliest Red of Them AU!". . . harmonizes with all fashion colors. TANGEE THEATRICAL RED . . ."The Brilliant Scarlet Lipsticlc Shade". . . always flattering. • TANGEE NATURAL. . .Orange in the stick, changes to produce your own most becoming shade of blush rose on the lips. AN ANNOUNCEMENT BY HEAD OF THE HOUSE OF TANGEE Makers of the World's Most Famous Lipsticks NOW, at last, all you've longed for in a lipstick is combined in our newTangee satin-finish ...a softer, glossier sheen... a texture not too moist —yet not too dry. . . a lipstick that stays on and I reaZZymean stays on, without blurring or smudging. With this basic Tangee improvement, which we consider our most important news in 20 years, you now have not onlyTangee's gloriously clear shades —not only the famous Tangee cream base that feels so soothing to your lips— but the exquisite grooming of a SATIN-FINISH that lasts for hours and hours. T>1 N G E E S E 1= N D WITH THE NEW SATIN-FINISH FOR COMPLETE MAKE-UP KIT The Geo. W. Luft Co.. Distributors 417 Fifth Ave.. New York City Send "Miracle Make-Up Kit" of sample Tangee Lipstick, matching rouge and face powder. LIPSTICK & ROUGE; CHECK ONE D NATURAL D THEATRICAL RED D RED-RED FACE POWDER: CHECK ONE D Peach D Light Rachel n Flesh Q Rachel Q Dark Rachel D Tan I enclose 10# (stamps or coin). (15^ in Canada.) NaTTie— City — [Please Print) -Street. .MA32 61