Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

invitation surprised me, but it was so friendly and casual that it gave me no reason for declining, and instead of starting out for a solitary meal as I had expected to do I found myself walking with him toward the elevators. We chatted animatedly over our coffee and sandwiches — or, rather, Karl Winters talked while I listened. He had been in radio for years and he spoke so interestingly of its early developments and its possibilities for the future that to my surprise I discovered I was enjoying myself thoroughly and that my lunch hour was proving to be one of the shortest I had ever known. Three or four times after that he gave me typing to do. Occasionally it seemed odd that so much of it should necessitate my working through the noon hour, but I didn't see how I could protest especially since he always expressed his appreciation of my work by asking me to lunch when it was finished. I grew to enjoy these late drugstore lunches, and we became quite friendly over them, so friendly that I often thought how funny it was that at one time I had been afraid that he might make trouble for me by exposing my deception. IZ'ARL had been in New York for a -■■^ little over a week when Bill was sent to Rochester as a temporary substitute for the announcer on a show which was broadcast from our local station there. The first few evenings after he left I felt like a lost soul. I had been so used to seeing him every night that an evening without him seemed endless and I was almost glad one afternoon when it was announced that the entire staff would have to work that night preparing publicity stories about the stars of a big new sponsored show which was to go on the air the following week. The longer I stayed at the office, I reflected, the less time I would have to think about Bill, and I threw myself into my work with such energy that when I returned at last to my hotel I was completely exhausted. The next day was one of those strange spring days when the air is as balmy as summer and makes you feel lazy and relaxed. Karl was out of the office most of the day but he returned late in the afternoon and dropping a folder on my desk he asked me to copy the material it contained. By five-thirty everyone had gone, leaving only Karl in his small office and myself, typing busily, in the outer office. When I took the finished reports in to him at six o'clock he thanked me with his usual warmth and apologized for keeping me. I was about to leave when he said, "I suppose there's a young man in your life who's waiting impatiently to take you to dinner." I shook my head. "No," I answered morosely, wishing with all my heart that Bill were in town and waiting for me. "Then how about having dinner with me?" Karl asked. I thought of the things I had planned to do; write a letter to Bill and one to my family; read or go to a movie by myself. A dull, lonely evening — and all at once I knew I couldn't stand another lonely evening. "Why, I'll be glad to," I aswered almost gratefully. "Fine," Karl smiled. "I'll meet you at the Dorchester lobby at seven." Promptly on the hour I found him IMARCH, 1942 . . . Some days I'm blue instance. like today, for Ev^n this portable doesn't help. I've played stacks of old favorites, new swings and late boogie-woogies and still the glooms hang on! So I ask you . . . what's a girl to do? Go out wearing a face full of frowns? Try to grin from ear to ear? Or call things off and stay home? What I can't figure is how those pals of mine manage to keep going — no matter what day of the month it is. What have others got that I haven't They must have something . . . and I'm the gal who's going to find out! How? . . . well, I'll hide my pride and ask 'em. Want to listen in?. .. Jane called it comfort ! The kind Kotex sanitary napkins give. She explained that Kotex is different from pads that only "feel" soft at first touch. For Kotex is made in soft folds that are less bulky — more comfortable — made to stay soft while wearing ! And, oh, what a pal was Carrie! She put it this way . . . for confidence and poise there's nothing like the flat, pressed ends of Kotex. They don't show even when you go without a girdle! y Nancy simply said . . . Safety first! / And thank heavens for Kotex with the moisture-resistant "safety shield" that gives extra protection! So now I'm singing "So-long Blues!" Now I know why more women choose Kotex than all other brands put together! The best proof that Kotex stays soft! be confident . . . comfortartf, . ^ carefree — wit/kotex* TIPS FOR 'TEENS! Send today for this handbook of Do's and Don't's . . . "As One Girl To Another." It answers a girl's intimate questions . . . tells all about "difficult days." Mail your name and address to P. 0. Box 3434. Dept. MW-3, Chicago, Illinois, and get a copy postpaid and FREE! (•Trade Mark Reg. U. S. Pat. Off.) 63