Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

Identical Usack Twins Prove PEPSODENT POWDER makes teeth TWICE AS BRIGHT I'm loravne-but at our fashion pesi6n S.TUDIO PeOPte SELPOM CAN TEIL WHO IS WHO ! // It's fun being twins! So many unexpected things happen... like our recent test with tooth powders. Lorayne decided she'd use a well-known leading brand. I chose Pepsodent. What happened was simply amazing!" h^^j Aim For the safety of your smile . . . use Pepsodent twice a day... USACK TWIN TEST A6AIN CONFIRMS THIS FACT: NDEPENDENT LABORATORV TESTS FOUND NO OTHER DENTIFRICE THAT COULD MATCH THE H16H LUSTRE PRODUCFD BY PEPSODENT. BY ACTL/AL TEST... PEPSODENT PRODUCES A LUSTR.E TWICE AS BRI6HT AS THE AVERAGE OF ALL OTHER LEADING BRANDS ! See your dentist twice a year Once more Mary found herself laught up in the moving wall of clouds and transported through incalculable space. As her feet touched ground again and the carriage of clouds dissolved, she found herself standing on the steep approach of a narrow pass in a great thrusting mountain range. A wagon train was encamped before the entrance to the pass. By the speech of the people Mary knew with a glad leap of recognition that this was her own America; these mountains were the Rockies. An excited group of men and women were gathered around a scout who had just returned from the other side of the range. ". . . Can't get through," he was saying. "Martin's outfit is stuck at the only water hole in the pass . . . two-thirds of 'em down with fever . . . dying like flies . . ." Fever! Dismay sped from face to face. "Can't we circle around Martin's camp?" asked a tall young Virginian. "Not unless you can drive your wagons straight up the side of a mountain," retorted the scout. "And I ain't aimin' to head any wagon train for heaven right now!" 'T'HE settlers turned away, shaking -*• their heads. Out of the crowd strode the tall Virginian, his face anxious as he went over to a wagon that had halted away from the others. There a woman, delicately molded under the voluminous calico dress, awaited him. "What are you going to do, Jim?" she challenged him. MARCH, 1942 "The others have voted to wait here until the fever breaks on the other side of the range," he answered. "But that may take weeks, months,',' she objected. "By then winter will be setting in and we'd have to stay here until spring." "I know, Sara," he replied wearily. "But what else can we do? We can't go on alone." "Why not?" she picked him up quickly. "We've got a strong wagon, a good team and plenty of supplies." "But Sara, Honey, it's too risky," the man argued. "No it isn't," the woman pled. "You made me a promise, Jim — a farm in California somewhere in sight of the ocean where our child will be born. We'll just have time to get there, Jim. And I'm holding you to that promise!" For answer he swept her up in his arms and set her on the seat of their prairie schooner. "And you aren't afraid even of the plague?" he asked earnestly. Lovingly she met his gaze. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Jim — not for us. There never can be!" The tall Virginian kissed his wife and picked up the reins as the lone wagon pulled out for the trail into the forbidden pass. . . . Mary watched it misty-eyed until the clouds once more closed in and she heard the voice say, "These were your own grandmothers and mothers of grandmothers, Mary. Three of the numberless women through whom you came into being." "And they had no fear," Mary whispered. "Neither of war, nor famine, nor pestilence." "They were women," answered the voice. "Fear is for men who can know the miracle of birth only from a distance. It is the women who are part of the miracle who are given the power to endure." "I understand." Slowly, warmly tears came again to Mary; not the hysterical sobs of hurt and rebellion but the great welling that is caused by the power of beauty. GONE was the voice, gone the mists and the chamber of clouds. She was back on the bed in the room and Mother Jordan was patting her hand anxiously. "Mary, dear," Mrs. Jordan was saying, "try to be calm . . ." "I'm going to have Chris' child, Mother Jordan," Mary said. "I know, dear. But you mustn't cry," the older woman soothed. "These aren't tears." Mary reached up and touched the sweet face of Chris' mother. "These are just — clouds in my eyes," she smiled. Mrs. Jordan looked at her bewildered. "I don't understand." "No, but I do. And I'm glad — so glad. Chris will live again in his child. He'll live to hear laughter again!" Mrs. Jordan gazed at the girl lying on the bed like one beholding a miracle. "Then — you're not afraid any more, Mary?" "Afraid?" Mary Jordan looked across time and space at a girl named Anna sending her man to war, at Kathleen facing an angry mob and at the lone wagon of Sara and Jim heading up into the forbidden pass. "Of what?" she said softly. 71