Radio and television mirror (May-Oct 1940)

vjMWd^ffipep? c/seDR/im 1 ./'Football practice?" queries Jack's mother. "Not till he clears this drain!" 3. "Now watch. Drano's specially made to put the heat on down where the stoppage exists. Its churning, chemical boiling melts greasy muck. Soon, all's clear !" 2. "Sa-ay, haven't you heard about Drano?" marvels his pal "I'll get some." 4. "That Drano's swell!" enthuses Jack, heading toward the field. "You say you can keep drains clear by using Drano regularly? That's worth knowing!" Drano CLEARS DRAINS P. S. A teaspoonful after the dishes guards against clogged drains. Won't harm pipes — no objectionable fumes. Never over 25fi at grocery, drug, hardware stores. Copr. 1940, The Drackett Co. Highway Love One of America's Growing Army of Roving Girls Reveals the Whole Sensational Truth Not only boys with itching feet go down the Open Road these days — but girls as well — and often they go together! Seeking freedom from restraint, escaping unbearable home conditions, looking for adventure, they travel aimlessly on America's highways. State Police and national welfare societies consider the growing army of roving girls America's social problem No. 1. What kind of homes do they come from? How do they get on the Road? How do they live? What are their relationships with the men they meet? What does the Road do to them? The truth will shock you! But it will do more than that, as revealed by Patricia Hill in November True Story Magazine. For Patricia gives no mere recital of conditions along the Road. She tells you her own fascinating story of what happened to her after she won a jitterbug contest and took to the Road, first to become an itinerant jitterbug roaming from contest to contest, and then . But read her own story — Highway Love — and then drive along the highway seeing and understanding things of which you never dreamed before — things every girl should be warned of and every parent should crusade against. Begin this great expose from the very beginning— today — in True Story — on sale at •^he nearest news stand' True Story NOVEMBER— NOW ON SALE TUNE IN "I'LL NEVER FORGET" — True Story's Broadcast — Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays — Three Big Cash Awards on each program — See your local paper for nearest Mutual Broadcasting coast-to-coast station and exact time to dial. 64 The Guiding Light (Continued from page 22) Rose had changed, he saw, in the few months since he had seen her last. She was more beautiful, if anything. Her skin had taken on a secret, glowing tinge; her body had filled out and she moved with a more certain grace. But she was obviously troubled; unhappy, and fighting not to admit that unhappiness. "Well, I don't want to talk about it," she said. Then, with a pleading gesture, "Oh, I didn't mean it to sound that way, Dr. Ruthledge. I didn't want to sound rude. I do appreciate all you've done to help me — encourage me — " (Dr. Ruthledge smiled inwardly, wryly.) "But this is something that doesn't concern anyone but myself." "No one, Rose?" he asked in a tone of disbelief. I DON'T think so. It's my life. I've • got a right to put all the happiness I can into it . . Oh, I know what you're going to say — that I haven't the right to be happy at the expense of someone else — but that's only because you don't understand." "Suppose you explain," he suggested. "I will," Rose said defiantly. "I'm not ashamed. I'm not taking Charles away from anyone. He isn't in love with his wife — hasn't been for a long time. He's going to divorce her. He's in love with me and he's going to marry me. That's the whole story." "Not a particularly happy story — " "I think it is!" "I'm not interested in either Mr. Cunningham or his wife, Rose. But I am — tremendously — interested in you. I've known you so long, my dear — ever since you were a child. I've watched you grow up, seen your horizon broaden. And I was glad when you thought you must leave Five Points — because I felt sure you would acquire enough success to learn that success didn't matter, but that knowledge and wisdom did." "Please, Dr. Ruthledge," she said uncomfortably. He sighed. "I won't talk to you about divorce. Whether I approve of it or not isn't the point. But no married man has a right to tell another woman that he loves her. That stamps him at once, in my mind, as a man to be mistrusted." "You don't understand — you hardly know him!" she said in feeble, incoherent defense. "And there's another thing," he continued quietly. "I think you ought to remember . . . Helen Ryder. I don't want you to be made as unhappy as she undoubtedly was." Rose said impatiently, "Charles has explained all that to me. Helen was a foolish, neurotic girl. She thought she was in love with Charles, and made things so difficult at the office that the only thing he could do was discharge her. It wasn't his fault if she was fool enough to try to commit suicide afterwards!" "Perhaps not. On the other hand , , . Oh, Rose, I only want you to be true to yourself! Don't be blinded by this man — " With a quick, fluid movement. Rose stood up. "You've made up your mind about Charles already!" she said angrily. "Everybody is always warning me against him — you, and my RADIO AND TELEVISION IVIIBROR