Screenland (Nov 1941-Apr 1942)

Frederics — one of the great names in permanent waving — announce another notable new discovery! A permanent wave that looks and acts like natural curly hair! This wonderful new Frederics Permanent Wave contains NO beauty-stealing, metallic salts whatever — cannot possibly dry your hair or make it frizzy, dry or brittle. There is no set "permanented" look — even the first day. And while you're getting this natural-looking permanent, there are no disagreeable chemical odors; no possibility of dizziness or headaches — no painful pulling or stretching of the hair. It's so quick, so cool, so comfortable, you hardly know your hair is being waved. Don't guess, don't hope, don't wish! Say to your hairdresser, "I want a Frederics Tru-Curl permanent." Then see that the Tru-Curl wrappers and lotion are taken from a sealed Individ ua' Pac'ca9e 'n tnis way y°u w"' know /jSjjkl^O't that you are getting what you pay for ... a Genuine Frederics Tru-Curl Permanent . . . America's Finest Permanent Wave. NO KINKS • Frederics Tru-Curl permanent waves, when given with a Frederics controlledheat permanent waving machine, are 50% cooler — 50% more comfortable. Waving with low temperature protects the hair, sJO BRITTLE Preserves '*s "*e> lustre and loveliness. See that a Frederics machine is used. freJertcs tru*@uniL permanent wave E. FREDERICS, INC., Dept. 203. 44-02 lltii St., L. I. City. N. Y. Send me a list cf Frederics Franchise Salons in my community. Also FREE BOOKLET which reveals the "inside story" on permanent waving. Name Address _ _ City _ State _ P.S. Send 10c {in coin) for a Salon Size bottle of Frederics famous Color-Perfect Nail Enamel, "It stays beautiful longer". (Specify shade polish you now use.) By Betty Boone Christmas on a California ranch, with Jean Parker your hostess. Food and fun in the holiday spirit! THE young Douglas Dawsons — (Jean Parker is married to the radio commentator)—live in San Fernando Valley, on a pint-sized ranch just big enough to accommodate their three horses and themselves. Bette Davis is their nearest neighbor, so close a neighbor that the gay party at one place cheerily echoes back from the other, in spite of high brick walls and towering eucalyptus trees between. There's a corral in front of Sands-Park, as Jean and Doug have christened the ranch, and here Whistle, John Doe, and Blueberry Hill, the Dawson horses, were sunning themselves as I drove up the flower-bordered drive. "BEWARE— Guardian Watch Dogs," reads the sign on the ranch gate. But "Doc," the St. Bernard, and "Mike," the Irish water spaniel, evidently haven't read it, for they dashed to meet me, barking a joyful welcome. Or was it the Christmas spirit? A winding brick walk leads to the ranch house, solidly built of white-washed brick, the windows set deep in thick walls, shaded by pepper, olive, and black acacia trees. Small iron grilles are set into the walls, haphazardly, and these are filled with pots of rare begonias. Jean was experimenting with Christmas decorations and I found her leaning out of the Dutch door, trying a wreath on its lower panel. "I'm a pushover for Christmas," she confessed. "So is Doug. We have great arguments about whether we should go completely Calif ornian and use only cactus and desert holy as decorations, or be conventional with the usual wreaths and tree." The experimenting was going on in (Please turn to page 71)