Screenland (Nov 1945-Oct 1946)

Hie, I'd be impatient, too," was the most frequent quip. "I did not mind," says Jean Pierre. "That is the trait admired all over the world, the American sense of humor. But I was worried about Maria. When I cabled her the date of my arrival in New York I had expected to travel by plane. Instead we were grounded in London and forced to cross the Atlantic on a slowly moving convoy. And no way of notifying Maria of the delay." to his relief, a French Missions officer saluted him at the landing with information as to his wife's whereabouts. "You will find her at the Sherry-Netherland." the officer told him. "She has been waiting there for the past two weeks, refusing to leave her room for fear of missing you. She has been eating and sleeping beside the telephone, waiting to hear your voice. If I may be permitted to say so, you are a lucky man. Lieutenant Aumont." Jean Pierre's racing heart outstripped the traffic-bound taxi, on the way from the dock. He conjured up a hundred different sets of circumstances surrounding their approaching reunion. Two years was such a long time. You might get a little fanciful yourself, right here. Reunion in Hollywood — of a reckless curly-haired Frenchman with a wicked blue twinkle, and an exotic dark-eyed beauty from San Domingo. Meeting on American soil after two years of married life out of which they had only a few months together. You expect something romantic and explosive? Well, here are the facts. The hotel desk clerk was sorry, but firm. He could not divulge the number of Miss Montez' suite. Against the rules. Fortunately it wasn't against the rules to call Maria on the house phone. "This is the moment I have waited for," thought Jean Pierre as he lifted the receiver. "I shall hear her voice again at last, hear her first greeting." "Hello." It was Maria all right. "Hello!" breathed Jean Pierre. "Here am. "Where?" gasped Maria. "Downstairs. In the lobby." "What are you doing down there?" "Trying to find out your room number." ' "Tt's 806— and hurry!" He found her waiting outside her door in the hotel corridor, to give him the kind of welcome men dream about in fox holes or flame-spewing tanks such as Lieutenant Aumont himself commanded. That evening they celebrated at Club Twenty-One, toasting their reunion in champagne. "This is where we came for our first appointment," said Jean Pierre. "That's why I brought you here tonight." They clinked glasses in memory ot the evening that stemmed from a casual introduction at a Hollywood party at Lady Mendl's. They had barely noticed each other in the crush, but a chance meeting in New York several months later resulted in a dinner dat< at Twenty-One. Over the brim of her wine glass Maria gave him her slow-burning smile. "We drank champagne then, too. You insisted it was an important occasion." a good many I 0. ft is so gentle ocforizes, and stops P^P^V pleasant to use. yet effective ... so easy^ ^ ^ NEW.. .a CREAM DEODORANT which SAPELY STOPS under-arm PE RSPIRATION 1. Does not irritate skin. Does not rot dresses and men's shirts. 2. Prevents under-arm odor. Stops perspiration safely. 3. A pure, white, antiseptic, stainless vanishing cream. 4. No waiting to dry. Can be used right after shaving. 5. Arrid has been awarded the Approval Seal of the American Institute of Laundering — harmless to fabric. Use Arrid regularly. 'llillPIs / 39^ Plus lax (Also 100 and 590) At any store which sells toilet goods MORE MEN AND WOMEN USE ARRID THAN ANY OTHER DEODORANT S C RE E N L A N D 75