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Vol. 1 APRIL, 1345 IVn. 4
ARTICLES
Radio Reports San Francisco and World Peace . Arthur Gaeth 3
World Freedom of Press and Radio Kent Cooper 37
Schemes to Take Your Money George M. Husser 15
Can Labor Unions Strike Twice? Frank Singiser 9
Slips That Pass in the Mike Ray Dady 7
Americans Are Naive! Melita O'Hara 23
Great Day! Jane Porterfield 3 1
Doubling Back John Reed King 11
40 Beautiful Girls 40 Marion Odmark 27
The Human Nature of the Enemy "Human Adventure" 29
Applying the Golden Rule to Courtship .... Helen Gregg Green 45
Your Problem, Please John J. Anthony 42
Salat Time in the Ozarks Verna Springer 19
Movies for the Theatres of War William Ornstein 49
MISCELLANIES
Dumbarton Oaks in an Acorn Shell "Reviewing Stand" 5
Zoo-OLOGY Edward R. Schauffler 14
Rich Uncle George S. Benson 18
Fashion Shines in the Rain Kay Daniels 48
OUR TOWN TOPICS
April's Heavy Dates 2
Ports of Call in Kansas City 52
swingin' with the stars 51
You Can Help 56
OTHER TOWN TOPICS
Chicago Communique Norton Hughes Jonathan 57
Chicago Ports of Call 59
New York Communique Lucie Ingram 62
New York Ports of Call 64
PICT L' RES
J. Harold Ryan, 33 • Marguerite Chapman, 34-35 • L. Welch Pogue, 36 WHB Newsreel, Inside Front Cover • Liberty Memorial, Back Cover
IT IS, pretty people, assuredly spring. There was a time when we thought spring was merely a rumor, some gossip that got about. But now we know. It's spring when the newsie on the corner of 10th and Walnut puts up the flaps of his caps; when a chemical something you can neither name nor suppress makes you look with new and impersonal passion at someone who isn't your wife or your true-love; when forsythia butters the Plaza, and no more ice skates alight at the Pla-Mor. It's a funny thing about this indecisive season. You're never quite sure whether things will bloom or not. It's the season of holding one's breath. The springtime of our little magazine has been typically dubious. (You know — paper shortage, freezes, things of that sort). But it's out at last — no orchid, maybe, but heartier if humbler than that. So shout a little with us, won't you, and let's all go fly our kites!