Woman's Home Journal

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Title: Woman's Home Journal
Issue Date: Volume XIII (Issue no. 11) March 1939
Publisher: National Federation of Women's Clubs of the Philippines
Language: English
Subject: Women's periodicals
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Place of publication: Manila
extracted text: I (Journal [March, 1939 20 Centavos * Produced in U. S. A. CARNATION Evaporated Milk as now being sold throughout the Phil ippines, has been Irradiated—exposed to ultra-violet rays—a process which 'increases the Vitamin D content of the milk, thus improving its nutritional value. Irradiation, the result of years of research by the Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation, is used by the Carnation Company under special license by the foundation. The irradiation process does not affect taste, texture or quality of the milk—but it does enrich the Vitamin D content—the famous “sun shine” vitamin, so important in the development of bone structure and round, firm teeth. Carnation Irradiated Evaporated Milk has been tested and proved superior for infant feeding in hundreds of cases in leading baby clinics in America. The extra supply of Vitamin D means better health and stronger development for bottle-fed babies. Perhaps this is just the milk your baby needs. At all grocers and dealers in the Philippines, Carnation IRRADIATED Milk is now available, at no increase in price. It satisfies to perfection every milk need — for infant feeding, for cooking, for creaming coffee and cereals. Look for the word “Irradiated” on the red and white Carnation label CARNATION IRRADIATED Evaporated Milk FREE PREMIUMS: Carnation Milk label- may be exchanged lor useful and valuable premiums at the premium department of Pacific Commercial Company in Manila. Cebu or Iloilo. Exchange labels before July 31. 1940. NEW PREMIUM CATALOG: Write to Pacific Commercial Company for the Xew Carnation Premium Catalog, which will be sent EREE upon WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE NATIONAL FEDERATION OF WOMEN’S CLUBS OF THE PHILIPPINES 1132 California, Manila P. O. Box 30 Tel. 5-77-31 Vol. XIII No. 11 Minerva P. Guysayko, Editor Mrs. G. T. Pecson, Advt. & Business Mgr. Contents For March, 1939 From Cover To Cover qur cover this month shows Miss Liwayway Villavicencio wearing a temo with the currently fashion able bouffant skirt. This skirt, made from 75 meters of white tulle, is circular and falls in folds when the wearer is standing, swirls when she dances or moves and spreads out like petals of a flower when she sits down. The only trimming consists of numerous sequins in red, green and blue scattered all over. A be-ruffled organdy underskirt helps make the skirt spread out. The author of the local short (Continued on page 48) COVER: Posed by Liwayway Villavicencio. Gown by Badillos HEADLINES (News in brief from February 16 to March 15) ................................. 2 LETTER from Mrs. Pilar H* Lim ..................................................................................... 3 AMONG OURSELVES (Editorials) ...................................... 4 A PAIR OF YELLOW SANDALS (Local Short Story) by Manuel E. Buenafe . . 5 SPEECHES AT THE NFWC BIENNIAL CONVENTION ............................... 6& 7 THE GREATEST MAN IN THE WORLD (Short Story) by James Thurber .... 8 THE NEW MEMBERS OF THE NFWC BOARD ...................................................... 10 CHECKMATE (Short, Short Story) by Herbert Duart............... 11 Few Facts About THE TWO WORLD FAIRS ............................................................ 12 WHY GO ABROAD? Asks Pamela Frankau .............................................................. 13 BOOKS AND AUTHORS by Pia Mancia ....................................................................... 14 GUARDIANS OF THE TREASURES OF THE PAST by Iris Brown...................... 15 BRIEF RETURN (Serial, Part 3) by Mignon Eberhart ............................................ 16 HOLLYWOOD ON PARADE by G. A. Brouthers....................................................... 18 CHILDREN’S CORNER: The Child Who Saw Easter ............................................... 20 WOMEN ABROAD by Pia Mancia ............... ,............................................................... 21 CLUB NEWS (From Manila and the Provinces) .............................................. 22 & 23 FASHIONS: Waists Are Getting Narrower..........................................................24 & 25 COOKING: Meatless Dishes For Lent ................................................................ 26 & 27 BRINGING UP CHILDREN.................................................................................................. 28 GUIDE TO CHAJRM: Daintiness ........................................................................................ 30 SHOPPING GUIDE.................................................................................................................. 32 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL is published monthly by the Woman’s Home Journal, Inc., with editorial and business of fices at 1132 California, Manila. Entered as second class matter at the Manila Post Office. The subscription rates are: P2.00 for 1 year, Pl.10 for 6 months, in the Philippines; $1.50 for one year, $.80 for 6 months, in the United States; $2.00 for 1 year, $1.1C ■for 6 months, in foreign countries. Subscribers: Report change of address or incorrect address direct to Wom an’s Home Journal, Inc., P. 0. Box 30, Manila, two weeks before the change is to take effect, giving both the NEW and OLD addresses. Missing copies should be reported to us not later than the end of the month of issue, otherwise orders for substitutes will not be filled.—Address all Correspondence to Woman’s Home Journal, Inc. 2 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 February 16: Representa tive Fred L. Crawford warned the. U. S. House of Representatives to day that the Philippine omnibus bill should be considered as a pos sible grave threat to the United States domestic sugar industry.... U. S. state and war department of ficials were reported prepared to support a senate territories com mittee hearing administration-en dorsed plans for postponing Phil ippine economic independence un til 1961.... Great Britain added 60 warships to its Navy and the United States, 3,000 fighting planes to its air force.... President and Mrs. Quezon, accompanied by Sec retary of the Interior Alunan and other high ranking government of ficials, opened the Baler-Bongabon road across the Sierra Madre Moun tains. , } February 19: Twenty assassins fatally shot Chen Lo, foreign min ister of the Japanese-sponsored re formed government and former Chinese minister to France, while he was on his way to attend a din ner party to celebrate the Chinese New Year.... Hongkong officials regarded the Japanese occupation of Hainan Island as the culmina tion of long preparations not ex actly connected with Japan’s cam paign in China.... 51 pardons were granted by President Quezon on Mrs. Quezon’s birthday. Among those granted full pardon was Mrs. Estela Romualdez Sulit. February 20: French negotia tions with Gen. Franco for peace in Spain aDd recognition of the Na tionalist regime were suspended to day because of Franco’s stand for unconditional government surren der. Franco was expected to form a new cabinet with his brother-inlaw, Serrano Suner, a Fascist, as premier.... The American Civil Liberties Union reported that there is an “ominous lack of democracy and a denial of constitutional rights in the Philippines” and added that the Filipinos are being prepared not for democratic self-rule but for military and possibly a Fascist dic tatorship .... An average of 80 persons mostly children are dying daily in Madrid from malnutrition caused by food shortage. February 21: Japanese war planes today were alleged to have attacked the outskirts of the Bri tish crown colony of Hongkong, killing one British Indian policeman and wounding perhaps a dozen others. Great Britain sent a vigo rous protest to Japan.... Another Chinese puppet associated with the Japanese-sponsored reformed gov ernment in Nanking was assassinat ed at he International Settlement in Shanghai.. . . 100 settlers and tech nicians sailed for the Koronadal valley in Cotabato as the first group to take advantage of the government’s resettlement project .... Brigadier G e n e r al Burnett, chief of the bureau of insular af fairs, said today that the Philip pines would enter independence “under conditions which at best threaten to be very grave” and re commended the postponement of Philippine independence for 15 years after the Philippines gain political freedom in 1946. February 22: An assemblage of the highest Japanese authorities for Shanghai called on foreign officials in the International Settlement sup posedly lo make demands for sup pression of assassinations and other forms of terrorism that had been sweeping China’s largest city dur ing the past fortnight. It was in dicated Japan was preparing her own plan of policing the Interna tional Settlement .... The Jap anese war office announced apol ogies were sent to British author Send us 4 cts. in stamps (in a piece of cellophane paper) and you will receive by return mail a pretty booklet dedicated to Coty powder together with a sample of face powder (specify natural or rachel). LEVY & BLUM, INC. P. O. Box 243, Manila. ities for the bombing of Hongkong .... Opposition to altering the Phil ippine independence act as recom mended by the JPCPA and Pres ident Roosevelt and President Que zon developed today in the United States senate territories committee on the face of a warning that ab rupt severance of all ties might involve the United States in a Far Eastern conflict.... French and Italian troops were reported to have clashed in the /M1’ican-Tunisian boundary line. 84 soldiers were killed. The clash was said to have occured when Italian troops pene trated French territory from Libya. February 23: Senator Tydings, chairman of the territories commit tee, announced that the hearings on the proposed amendments to the Philippine Independence Act would continue “until every last man was heard.”. .. . Representative Craw ford of Michigan told the U. S. House today that economic and ra cial understandings were gradually leading to Japanese control of the Philippines.... Judge Haussermann. Philippine mining tycoon, today pleaded for continuation of U. S. sovereignty over the Philip pines and military development of Guam Island.... Vice President Osmena told the U. S. Senate Ter ritories Committee his government was in full accord with the state and war departments’ recommenda tions for prolonging trade relations for 15 years after political inde pendence in 1946.... P150,000 ap propriation for work of Osmena mission in Washington was approv ed by the National Assembly.... The Japanese government instructed its consul general in Shanghai to present a virtual ultimatum to the Municipal Council demanding that anti-Japanese terrorism be stopped immediately in the International Settlement. February 2-1: The fortification of Guam believed to be definitely off ....Japanese press gave promin ence to the defeat of the Guam for tification project in the U. S. Con gress.... President Quezon in a speech at San Ildefonso, Bulacan, before 300 barrio lieutenants, an nounced the concellation of the pro posed plebiscite because he had re ceived reports that 8,000 tenants were planning to boycott it, and ordered confiscation of firearms held by members of two tenant or ganizations .... Hungary’s new government today announced disso lution and prohibition of the Hun garian National Socialist Party.... About 100 bus employees of the Try-Tran company walked out, pa ralyzing transportation service in northern Bataan and Zambales and between Manila and Zambales. The bus workers, it was reported, were asking for general increase in wages, strict enforcement of the 8hour labor law and payment for overtime work.... Salvador Ara- ' neta asked Congress today to pro vide for indefinite Philippine-Amer ican trade preferences at 40% of the full duty level, when he ap peared at the fifth session of the Senate territories and insular af fairs committee’s hearings on the Tydings-Kocialkowski economic ad justment bill. February 25: Senator Hamilton Lewis, Illinois democrat, predicted in Washington that the Senate would re-instate the five million dollar item for air improvements at Guam Island in the naval appro priation bill. The Senate military affairs committee approved the $358,000 army air expansion ap propriation bill.... Five Spanish government officials said in Paris today that their premier, Dr. Juan Negrin, had accepted a British pro posal for an armistice to end the (Continued on page 42) Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL OFFICERS MEMBERS Mrs. Pilar H. Lim President Mrs. Geronima T. Pecson let Vice-President Mrs. Concepcion Felix Rodrigues 2nd Vice-President Mrs.- Josefa LI. Escoda Secretary Mrs. Florence D. Oadwallader Treasurer Mrs. Julia V. Ortigas Asst. Treasurer Hoard of Directors National jffciteratinn nt WamettB (Slabs nf the ^ljilippiaes HEADQUARTERS: 1132 CALIFORNIA, CORNER SAN MARCELINO P. O. Box 30 MANILA TEL. 5-77-81 Mrs. Sofia R. de Veyra Miss Bessie A. Dwyer Mrs. Laura L. Shuman Judge Natividad Almeda-Lopez Mrs. Paz P. Mendez Mrs. Mercedes de Joya Mrs. Lutgarda Langcauon Mrs. Concepcion Henares Mrs. Emilia Alzate Dear Friends, I was most touched with the faith and confidence that the women have shown by re-electing me. I would not be sincere if I did not admit that I was even flattered. The Federation has, as everyone knows, gone through many difficult ordeals, hardships and difficulties. It is still, in fact, going through, will, in fact, continue to go through many more. But with the womens cooperative spirit and the help of public-minded citizens it has been able to cope with these difficulties successfully. There is no reason to believe that the future will not hold the same if not brighter prospects in the solution of its problems. Out board mem bers consist of “old faithfuls' whose loyalty has been tested, and of “new blood" which promises energy and courage for the work in hand. With all these assets, the Federation can look forward to bigger and more solid accomplishments ahead. I have faith in it and in its great potentialities to promote the public well-being. Very sincerely yours, 4 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 Among Ourselves... THERE is a great deal of soundness in Miss Bessie Dwyer’s idea of trying to work out a plan by which the Bureau of Education may include in its list three new Arts and Trade Schools for girls, “one to be in Manila; one in the Southern Islands; and one among the non-Christian of Northern Luzon.” The Federation, in its home craft projects, attempts in a small way to cultivate the artistic bent of its women; the schools Miss Dwyer is thinking of are intended to bring out the latent ability and talent in handicraft in our girls in much the same way that the trade schools are doing for our boys. Em broidery, lace-making, fine crocheting, painting, flower-making and other like artistic means of self expression will be cultivated to a high degree when such schools come into being. -------- o-------THERE is more than one way of skinning a cat, and Dra. MendozaGuanzon's method of enlisting the help of the cocheros to take good care of their own animals by working with them rather than antagonizing them with in timidations is said to be functioning marvelously. There's good psychology in her method which might be well worth trying in other problems in life. —------o-------PRESIDENT QUEZON'S stand on the agrarian difficulties that have been shaking the country for some time now has merited favorable and lauda tory comments from every responsible quarter. The women are, one and all, for the chief executive's way of preserving peace while meting out justice to everybody. As in previous occasions of social unrest stirring the populace they will not fail to use their menfolk so that the latter may solve their difficulties calmly and sanely without resorting to barbaric means of employing force and arms. It is to be hoped that in this occasion the women will lift even in a small degree the stigma of “futility” with which they have time and again been branded, -------- o-------A special greeting to the graduates. Life to them will take on a new, a richer meaning. It is to be hoped that their studies will have opened new vistas for them that will lead not only to their success but to the enrichment in the lives of those with whom they come in contact. There is work ahead, there is always work ahead as long as there are people and communities and commun ity problems. The young graduates who feel that the big wide world is their horizon will do well to look around first and see what they can do with the tiny world of their communities which veer pulsately around them. Time enough for them to spread their wings to conquer broader spheres later. Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 5 A PAIR OF YELLOW SANDALS By Manuel E. Buenafe THE STORY OF A RUN-AWAY SON WHO BOUGHT HIS MOTHER A PAIR OF SLIPPERS TOO LATE . . . JT was a very strange request he made. “A pair of yellow san dals of plush velveteen with color ed glass studs embroidered on it like a heart—just like this...” and here he essayed to describe what he meant with his feeble anns until I got his meaning clearly. Then he added: “The size must be....” he closed his eyes for a few seconds in an act of deep re membering. When he opened them again, he sized me up from head to foot, making his gaze rest longer on my canvas shoes, and said, “I guess your size will do.” He was our patient No. 41 at Ward Three. The record books said: “Twenty-two . . . single . . . newspaperman ...” And farther down: “Lobar pneumonia, middle lobe... Keep constant watch...” The medical part of the date was jotted down by Dr. Morales a fort night ago, when he arrived, and now he was already convalescing. That he was “single”—as the re cord books said—and his strange or der seemed irreconcilable. One could not help being curious. “Surely, you aren’t...” I said, questioning him with my gaze. As an answer to my implied ques tion, he fished out his leather wal let from under his bed and handed me a five-peso bill. “‘Get me a good one, please.... ” All of us nurses and student-nur ses of Ward Three had found him a lovable patient. He was so dif ferent from the rest of the patients we had been accustomed to take care of. He was very courteous and pol ite, .and although he was in the free ward, he was very far above the common run of patients. One noticed that very easily in his looks, manners,, and speech. Moreover,—and this consideration alone would have made all the dif ference—he was handsome. It was very seldom that we got patients like him in the free ward. Most of them belonged to the pay wards, and they were arrogant and haughty, unlike him, so smoothmannered and considerate.... I still distinctly remember when he came. It was late twilight, long past the hour of admission. A patient in the isolation room was fighting for his life, and we were all flur ried. Miss Mendoza, the head nurse, was busy at the phone calling for Dr. Sa monte, who had charge of the patient, somewhere in another ward; but she somehow could not get the numbers correctly, and Dr. Samonte came after the patient had expired. I myself found difficulty with the oxygen balloon in my ex citement. When the patient had finally quieted down in death, I stepped out into the half-darkness of the hallway, feeling a little bit relieved. To be sure, I had been a constant witness to death snuffing out lives as the wind would the flame of a candle, but seeing death with one’s two eyes is always an experience that cannot be lightly dismissed. I do not remembei* how long I stood there at the doorway. The next thing I noticed, however, was a man on the bench near the isola tion room. He was alone. He was very weak—that was evi dent from his movements. He had to be wheeled into the examination room. Dr. Morales said he needed immediate attendance, so we placed him in the emergency room in the meantime. Later, we transferred him to Bed No. 41, in company with an old infirm patient and a young typhoid case. Pneumonia eases, especially the lobar kind, are usually fatal, but he had the good luck to come 'to the hospital when the ailment was yet in the initial stage. In three days he was running a temperature of forty degrees, and we knew the “crisis” had been reached. Days after that, it was only a matter of care: he was past the danger zone. He seemed so alone, and watching him convalesce, we naturally felt drawn to him. There was nothing we would not do for him. Every morning we brought him fresh rosal buds and sampaguita blooms. It was by an unspeakable urge that we did so. One experiences that feeling sometimes. Perhaps it was because we nurses had long been accustomed to gruff treatment from short-tempered patients, especially in Ward Three—and here was a man who was all politeness, all courtesy, all friendliness. When he was physically able to do so, he would wi'ite poems for us (Miss Mendoza “discovered” he was a poet from an old magazine). This somehow brought him closer to us. After a week in the hospital, he began to have visitors. It was ra ther an intellectual crowd he used to have, and books and magazines began to pile on his table. We did not quite relish this, for his read ing sort of took him away from us. Of afternoons, at angelus, all of us who were not on duty would troop to the Ateneo chapel some dis tance off, it being Lent then, and if it was not chilly our Patient No. 41 would be there at the balcony to watch us. He would call out to us as we passed by to include him in our prayers. Always invariably, we answered back, “How many Ave Marias do you want said for you?” Sometimes, too, we went out shop ping, and when we did, we would inform him. Then he would order biscuits, oranges, apples, and many other things to eat. At the start we accepted his money only to please him, and we bought him the things he ordered with our own. He needed all his money, we all thought and told him so as we gave it back. But this action he re sented so much and once he told us so, after which we had to accept his money for he did not listen to any explanations. He was that proud.... And that time I said I was going downtown and he ordered a pair of yellow sandals —> of all things — I could not help being curious. He had to explain. “I shall go home soon,” he said.... “when I get well. It’s been years I’ve been away. But now I shall go home... It sounds so funny that I had not realized it before. Not until I got ill. But I guess that’s the general case. One thinks of home—.and God — only when one has need for them.” Here he smiled wanly. He continued: “Ten years ago—yes, it was ten years ago I was last home... by the way, have you been away so long?...” He fell into that peculiar atti tude of reminiscence of his: far-off gaze, head cupped in the interlocked fingers of his two hands and feet propped up in bed. I had to take a chair. It would be a long story, I thought, and who would not want to heai1 it from him? Many a time he regaled us with stories that way, and we forgot the tediousness of our tasks. He was such a nice story teller. Then, freely, he started once more: “I am a runaway, if that you should know. I ran away from home in the province when I was twelve. “You see, we live near the sea. Almost every day, ships would dock at the port at the town five miles away. Who hasn’t, at the sight of: a ship, dreamed of sailing in one? “And it was but natural for me, bred to the sea, in a manner of speaking, to wish that way, too. I dreamed of large cities, tall sky scrapers, and massive edifices. I dreamed of the springs in Japan, the Winters in Europe, the autumns in America. “You smile... Yes, I believe, come to think of it again, that it Was silly of me to think of those things. But I guess once in every lifetime one feels silly that way, in adolescence especially. “The meagre knowledge of geo graphy I learned in school only whetted my desire to see those dis tant fairy lands. “So it was that, as I have said at the start, I ran away.... “But I: was not, able to go to for eign lands, as I wanted to at the start. After having seen most of the country, the wanderlust altoge ther left me. “The urge—you call it fate—very well, let’s call it fate, although I have ceased believing in fate.. .well, fate stranded me here high and dry in the city. I got into a lot of jobs, but reporting has quite stuck with me. I have been in it for two years now, and I still like it.... “The rest is...well, you know it.... You asked me that before, when I first came.” He paused. In my mind flashed the thought: the prodigal is returning after so much wandering. A wave of pity swept over me... but then it struck me as queer, as incomplete. He had not mentioned a thing about the yel low sandals. “But where do the sandals come in?” I asked eagerly. He smiled. “Ah, yes,” He brought one palm upon his forehead. “I, too, have a mother....” Later: “It was a week before the town fiesta, I remember, that my mo ther sent me, his truant son, to town to buy her a pair of yellow sandals with multicolored glass beads embroidered on it like a heart, as I have described to you. But...” this he said quite naively, unfeeling ly even, “I ran away. And during all these many years, I haven’t heard from my family. Neither have they heard from me. I wrote them ’ for the first time in years a week ago. I wonder....” I rose hurriedly. “I will go now,” I said. “Yes, yes, you’ll have them tonight.” And I left. Somehow, I could not get myself to tell him that the hospital re- • ceived a telegram for him informing him of the death of his mother the day before.... 6 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 SPEECHES DELIVERED AT THE SEVENTH INVOCATION By Most Rev. Cesar Ma. Guerrero Thrice Holy God, Fountain and Source of In finite Wisdom, deign to look down upon these Thy children, here assembled to deliberate on points of human welfare. Thou, the Creator, Who keepest and guidest Thy creatures with a fatherly love and providence, come and infuse into their minds thoughts in full accord with the eternal dictates of Thy wisdom; fill their hearts with sentiments of mutual love, and true charity toward afflicted humanity; strenghten them in their purpose and task of fostering and spreading Christian fraternity. Yes, O Lord, they expect every grace of Thee, for we all believe that without Thy blessing and help no human device will come to a successful end. Remember, O Lord, that these Thy children here gathered belong to the sex on which Thou hast bestowed a peerless privilege in the election and exaltation of Thine own Mother. In the name and for the honor of that Mother, whom all genera tions shall call blessed, bless these women here gath ered, direct their deliberations and help them to act always in accordance with Thy most holy Will. AMEN. THE ROLE OF FEMININE LEADERSHIP IN THE PHILIPPINES TODAY By Hon. Rafael Alunan Secretary of the Interior J ACCEPTED with no little liesitancy and with a certain trepi dation the invitation of your pood President, Mrs. Pilar Hidalgo-Lim, to speak at this gathering of wom en because I am aware not only that Woman is the better-half of man but that she is even the more powerful half. Regarding woman as such, man’s inferiority becomes evident and my first thought was to decline. But I mustered cour age to come here on this occasion with Mrs. Lim’s reassurance that woman’s subtle influence would not be overly exerted this morning. History is replete with accounts of the power and influence of wom an. Nations have gone forward or backward as that power has been used for good or evil. Whenever she has chosen to use it for good, the progress of the nation has been accelerated, and whenever she has chosen to use it for evil the nation’s progress has retrogressed. And the progress of mankind has been great est where woman has been eman cipated and enlightened and has used her freedom and enlightenment for good. To cite a few examples of ’ famous women in history, we have Poppea of Rome, Cleopatra of-Egypt, Catherine d’Medici, Em press Josephine, and Queen Victo ria. Directly or indirectly 4bese. women have been powerful factors in the administration of their re spective countries. We are indeed fortunate that the women in our country possess a comparatively high degree of edu cation and enlightenment which, with the elevating influence of Christianity and western civiliza tion, have made her a positive in fluence for good. And our women have progressed with time. While they have not kept fully abreast with Occidental women, and per haps it is better that this be so, she has been granted rights and privileges which have placed her virtually on an equal footing with man. To enumerate a few of these privileges: our women can now dis pose of their property without the consent of their husbands; they can now enter into contracts indepen dent of the desires of their mates; and the laws of the country give them the necessary protection against the undue demands of em ployment. I conceive it to be the role of feminine leadership in the Philippines today, leadership which is in the capable hands of the mem bers of this Federation in their respective communities, to inform the great mass of our women of the existence of these rights and privileges, and to counsel them in the proper use of such rights. Secretary Alunan. Your greatest field for leader ship, however, lies in the political field, for the power to vote and to hold office involves the welfare of the nation. In the hands of man this power has not always been pro ductive of good. In the hands of woman, its effect is still an unknown quantity. The rights that have been given to you to vote and to hold office arc indeed pregnant with danger both to yourselves and to the country. It is too early to pass Valuable Gifts Choose your gifts from a Nestle Gift Book. ■■ judgment as to the wisdom of en franchising the Filipino woman. The alleged failure of democracy and popular government is due to the fact that the choice of the peo ple to govern them has not always been the best. This is an admitted weakness of popular government. Whether or not in the Philippines the inclusion of women as additional selectors of those who are to gov ern the nation is an asset or a a liability, will depnd upon how well a liability, will depend upon how well and how wisely our women will One of the defects of the popu lar elections is the high and often exhorbitant cost of elections on the part of candidates. Cognizant of (his evil, the National Assembly re cently limited the expenses to bo incurred by candidates. But if women, in their incursion into the political field, can eliminate this evil, then this alone would be a pub lic service of incalculable value which their men-folk have been un able to accomplish. This is one as pect of politics wherein women can play a most salutary part. I have no doubt that the women assembled here, their superior edu cation and attainment, will know how to exercise these privileges pro(Continued on page 47) Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL BIENNIAL CONVENTION of the NFWC Welcome Address By Mayor Juan Posadas From DR. JOSE FABELLA (Commissioner of Health Public Welfare) MRS. Posadas and 1 deeply regret Mrs. IJm’s injury in an accident yesterday on her way to a tea party given at Malacanan by President and Mrs. Quezon. As President of the National Federation of Wom en’s Clubs, Mrs. Lim has rendered invaluable services under whose able guidance your Federation has be come a potent factor in our na tional life. We are glad, however, that Mrs. Escoda, Secretary of this Federation, who was with Mrs. Lim yesterday, has been spared of any injury. I have been in close con tact with both of these women lead ers in the social welfare work in the City and they have been very helpful, specially in the ameliora tion of the conditions of the poor and the needy and the children. Mrs. Escoda has helped me a great deal in the establishment of boy’s dubs in the city, such as the one located at San Nicolas, where boys have spent and afe spending many a pleasant time for their better ment. It is my great pleasure as well as my privilege to extend to all the delegates io this convention my warmest greetings and heartiest wel come to the City of Manila. I am extremely happy to be present on this occasion and be here among you where the spirit of cordiality and friendship borne out of a de sire to understand and cooperate with one another in the pursuit of a common objective is so keenly manifest. Tmbued as you all are with a civic interest in the service of the communities to which you respectively belong, and of the country at large, and with the will ingness to help solve current im portant problems that are inherent ly ours, you are now assembled as delegates to the Seventh Bien nial Convention of the National Fe deration of Women’s Clubs. I am sure that each and every member feels considerable pride in being able to form a part of this national association thru whose organized and collected effort so many things have been advanced for the promo tion of public and social welfare. May I, therefore, congratulate you for these accomplishments. We are passing thru a difficult period of readjustment and nation building, the foundation of which must necessarily rest on the strength and character of our people. The task of developing a well-rounded citizenry fully equipped physical ly, mentally and morally to dis charge their delicate obligations to the motherland is a serious one in deed. Greater still is the task of preparing our youth along these (Continued on page 43) I am glad of this opportunity to greet you, women leaders from all over the country. As one who has cooperated with you closely in puerieulture center work and va rious welfare activities, I want to take this opportunity to express my sincere admiration and respect for your devotion to service for the uplift of our people. You have made definite contributions to the health and social life of your re spective communities. But a great deal remains to be done, and as one directly in charge of welfare work in this country, 1 hope that you will continue the. good work which you have begun. You may meet difficulties and disappoint ments, but do not let them dampen your enthusiasm for the promotion of activities that benefit our peo ple. I am sure that as civic-minded women, you will be glad to know that His Excellency, the President, wishes that a great deal of the Sweepstakes funds will be used to administer health aid to our people through hospitals, clinics and dis pensaries. In line with this plan, we are establishing National Cha rity Clinics so that there will be a physician available in every town of this country. We are now busy assigning a physician in every towm (Continued on page 47) ANNOUNCEMENT BEGINNING in this issue, we are publishing the speeches delivered by the speakers at the Seventh Biennial Convention of the National Federation of Women’s Clubs of the Philippines held last month, for the benefit of those club women who were un able to attend the convention. We hope those wom en who were not present at the Convention will not miss reading these speeches by high-ranking govern ment officials and men who are specialists in their respective lines for they are on topics that are of national interest and contain valuable suggestions on how the women of the Philippines can be of greater service to their communities in particular and to the country in general. Those who are not suscribers can order single copies of the March, April and May issues in which these speeches will appear at twenty centavos a copy. 8 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 The Greatest Man In The World Short Story By JAMES TBUBBEB ROOKING back on it now, from the vantage point of 1940, one can only marvel that it hadn’t hap pened long before it did. The Uni ted States of America had been, ever since Kitty Hawk, blindly con structing the elaborate petard by which, sooner or later, it must be hoist. It was inevitable that some day there would come roaring out of the skies a national hero of in sufficient intelligence, background, and character successfully to endure the mounting orgies of glory pre pared for aviators who stayed up a long time or flew a great distance. Both Linbergh and Byrd, fortunate ly for national decorum and inter national amity, had been gentle men ; so had our other famous avia tors. They wore their laurels gracefuly, withstood the awful weather You will never appear excessively made-up with Tangee. Instead, it gives your lips a natural loveliness that is always in good taste. Because it isn’t paint—it can’t paint. Orange in the stick. Tangee changes magic ally on your lips to a blush rose, the color most becoming to you. Never that glary, painted look! Try Tangee for natural beauty! Your friends will approve. 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Never before in the history of aviation had such a flight as Smurch’s ever been dreamed of. No one had even taken seriously the weired floating auxiliary gas tanks, invention of the mad New Hamp shire professor of astronomy, Dr. Charles Lewis Gresham, upon which Smurch placed full reliance. When the garage worker, a slightly built, surely, unprepossessing young man of twenty-two, appeared at Roose velt Field early in July, 1935, slqwly chewing a great quid of scrap tobacco, and announced “Nobody ain’t seen no flyin’ yet,” the news papers touched briefly and satiri cally upon his projected twentyfive-thousand-mile flight. Aero nautical and automotive experts dismissed the idea curtly, implying that it was a hoax, a publicity stunt. The rusty, battered, second hand plane wouldn’t go. The Gres ham auxialiary tanks wouldn’t work. It was simply a cheap joke. Smurch, however, after calling on a girl in Brooklyn who worked in the flap-folding department of a large paper-box factory, a girl whom he later described as his “sweet patootie,” climbed noncholantly into his ridiculous plane at dawn of the memorable seventh of July, 1935, spit a curve of tobacco juice into the still air, and took, off, carrying with him only a gallon Distributors: BOTICA BOIE—Manila of bootleg gin and six pounds ol salami. When the garage boy thundered out over the ocean the papers were forced to record, in all seriousness, that a mad, unknown young man— his name was variously mis-spelled —had actually set out upon a pre posterous attempt to span the world in a rickety, one-engined con traption, trusting to the long-dis tance refuelling device of a crazy schoolmaster. When, nine days la ter, without having stopped once, the tiny plane appeared above San Francisco Bay, headed for New York, spluttering and choking, to be sure, but still magnificiently and miraculously aloft, the headlines, which long since had crowded every thing else off the front page—even the shooting of the Governor of Illinois by the Capdne gang—swelled to unprecedented size, and the news stories began to run to twenty-five and thirty columns. It was notice able, however, that the accounts of the epoch-making flight touched ra ther lightly upon the aviator him self. This was not because they were too complete. Reporters, who had been rushed out to Iowa when Smurch’s plane was first sighted over ,the little French coast town of Serly-le-Mer, to dig up the story of the great man’s life, had promptly discovered that the story of his life could not be printed. His mother, a sullen short-order cook in a shack restau rant on the edge of a tourists’ cam ping ground near Westfield, met. all inquiries as to her’ son with an an gry “Ah, the hell with him; I hope he drowns.” His father appeared to be in jail somewhere for stealing spotlights and laprobes from tour ists’ automobiles; his young brother, a weak-minded lad, had but recently escaped from the Preston, Iowa, Reformatory and was already wanted in several Western towns for the theft of money-order blanks from post offices. These alarming discoveries were still piling up at the very time that Pal Smurch, the greatest hero of the twentieth cen tury, blear-eyed, dead for sleep, half-starved, was piloting his crazy junk-heap high above the region in which the lamentable story of his private life was being unearth ed, headed for New York and a greater glory than any man of his time had ever known. The necessity for printing some account in the papers of the young America’s Quality TOOTH BRUSH man’s career and personality had led to a remarkable predieament. It was of course impossible to re veal the facts, for a tremendous po pular feeling in favor of the young hero had sprung up, like a grass fire, when he was halfway across Europe on his flight around the globe. He was, therefore, described as a modest chap, taciturn, blond, popular with his friends, popular with girls. The only available snap shot of Smurch, taken at the wheel of a phony automobile in a cheap photo studio at an amusement park, was touched up so that the little vul garian looked quite handsome. His twisted leei’ was smoothed into a pleasant smile. The truth was, in this way, kept from the youth’s ecstatic compatriots; they did not dream that the Smurch family was despised and feared by its neighbors in the obscure Iowa town, nor that the hero himself, because of numerous unsavory exploits, had come to be regarded in Westfield as a nuisance and a menace. He had, the reporters discovered, once knifed the principal of his high school—not mortally, to be sure, but he had knifed him; and on an other occasion, surprised in the act of stealing an altarcloth from a church, lie had bashed the sacristan over the head with a pot of Easter lilies; for each of these offences lie had served a sentence in the re formatory. Inwardly, the authorities, both in New York and in Washington, prayed that an understanding Pro vidence might, however awful such a thing seemed, bring disaster to the rusty, battered plane and its illustrious pilot, whose unheard-of flight had aroused the civilized world to hosannas of hysterical praise. The authorities were con vinced that the character of the re nowned aviator was such that the limelight of adulation was bound to reveal him, to all the world, as a congenital hooligan mentally and morally unequipped to cope with his own prodigious fame. “I trust,” said the Secretary of State, at one of many secret Cabinet meetings called to consider the national di lemma, “I trust that his mother’s prayer will be answered,” by which he refeered to Mrs. Emma Smurch’s wish that her son might be drowned. It was, however, too late for that— Smurch had leaped the Atlantic and then the Pacific as if they were (Continued on page 44} Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 11 CHECKMATE! By Herbert Du art A Short Short Story With An U nexpected Ending £LIM TRAVERS had planned in detail every step of the hold up. For a forthright now he had been keeping the Blackman Jewel lery Shop under constant observa tion. He knew at just what time each member of the staff aiTived for the day, and he knew that he had only twenty minutes in which to act. When, a little after eight o’clock that morning, the pretty young cashier put her key in the lock, Slim moved nonchalantly toward her from across the street. In his left hand he carried a bag. It was a small bag; but it was large enough to hold the most valuable of the expensive gems which the Black man Jewellery Shop had in stock. His right hand was in the bulging side pocket of his well-tailored lounge suit. By the time the girl had opened the door, Slim was standing just behind her. “This,” he murmured in her ear, “is a holdup. I’m coming in with you. Act natural, and walk straight ahead.” The girl hesitated, and Slim saw her shoulders stiffen. “Go in,” he said, prodding her gently in the back; “go in!” Atfer a slight pause she went on into the shop, and Slim closed and locked the door behind them. When at last the girl turned around, she inspected him calmly from the crown of his Homburg to the tips of his polished boots. “If you expect to get anything here,” she said, “you’ve come to the wrong place. The safe is locked and I haven’t the combination.” “I know; I know.” Slim spoke impatiently now. He had not spent two weeks in reconnoitering for nothing. “The safe has a time-lock set for eight-fifteen, and the little dark-haired chap takes the stuff out then. We’ll wait for him. In the meantime you can get on with your work, if you want.” The girl shrugged her shoulders and, taking off her hat, moved to ward a desk in the rear of the shop. “Wait a minute!” Slim passed quickly in front of her and yanked the telephone cord from its socket. “Now you can do anything you like but yell.” There were, he knew, no burglar alarms of any sort in the place. While the girl seated herself at the desk, Slim wandered about the shop, looking alternately at the massive safe and the clock. For perhaps the twentieth time in his life he rejoiced that exclusive shops invariably had frosted glass in their doors and windows. No one could see them from the street. It was, he saw, nine minutes past eight. The clerk should be coming in any second now. At eight-fifteen the time-clock would open the vault, at eight-twenty-five the job would be over. Slim glanced at the girl. She was calmly lettering show-cards as though a hold-up were an everyday occurrence. A plucky little thing! And pretty, too. Slim sighed. Well, with that black bag filled to the brim, he soon would be step ping around Montmartre. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key being fitted in the door. For all his six feet, Slim could move quickly and quietly as a cat. He glided over to one side FKHrfOlfif INTERNALLY A slight cold can very easily develop into a very serious ail ment if it is neglected. Many people believe a cold is not dangerous and do nothing about it. Actually, if left to develop, a cold is likely to be one of the most serious of all human ailments. Any doctor will tell you this — and will advise you to treat a cold internally the mo ment you feel it com ing on in order to stop it before it has a chance to become serious. DON’T NEGLECT A COLD! That’s danger ous. And don’t experiment with treatments which may be unsafe or of little value. That’s danger ous too. A cold is an internal infection and must be treated in ternally for best results. That’s why, at the first sign of a cold, Individual tablets wrapped in cel lophane for your protection. for HEADACHES, PAINS, COLDS of the entrance and stood there, breathing easily, as the assistant entered the shop. “Good morning, Miss Webster,” the newcomer said. “I------” “All right, my friend,” interrupt ed Slim. “Close that door and lock it.” The clerk spun around, mouth open, staring stupidly. “Wha------” “Lock that door!” Quickly the man obeyed, his fin gers barely able to function. This was easy, thought Slim, even easier than he had expected. The little shrimp would give no trouble. “Now get over there by the safe.” All three of them now were look ing at the clock, and the silence was broken only by the quiet tick ing as the few remaining seconds passed by. “Eight-fifteen! You, there!” Slim pointed to the clerk. “Open the safe! Quick 1” In his eagerness to please, the clerk almost ran to the safe, and Slim, speculating pleasantly on the future, watched the steel door swing slowly open. Everything was work ing out exactly as he had planned. Suddenly Slim went cold with fear. Something was pressing into his back. Could the girl have got hold of an automatic? Quickly, in one deft movement, he ducked down, swerved to one side, spun around, gun thrust forward. you should take one or two tablets of Cafiaspirina with a glass of water. If necessary, repeat this dose every two hours. Easy to take, Cafiaspirina acts quickly to stop your cold — puts an end to the discomfort and fever which ac companies it. Remember when you feel a cold coming on, take Cafiaspirina. It’s the quickest, safest, most effective way to stop a cold before it has a chance to become dangerous. If your cold isn’t relieved in twenty-four hours, then see your doctor. Be prepared — Keep a carton of Cafiaspirina at home. You save money when you buy the carton sizes. “What's the matter?” The girl looked more surprised than afraid. Slim nervously fingered his tie. Don’t stand so near behind me,” he muttered. “You make me nervous.” “Nervous!” She seemed amused. “Why I was just looking over your shoulder.” Slim opened his black bag and drew out a roll of adhesive tape and a length of cord. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but I’m going to have to tie you two up. I can’t take any chances. You know how it is,” he added apologe tically. When Slim had bound and gag ged the two of them he turned to the safe. Working swifly, deftly, with one eye on the clock, he picked out the more valuable of the rings, necklaces and bracelets. The haul was even better than he had ex pected. It was almost eight-thirty now. In another ten minutes the assist ant-manager would be coming in. Better take no chances. With a last regretful look at the more bulky things he would have to leave be hind, Slim snapped his little bag shout. “You two won’t have to wait long,” he said as he hurried to the entrance. “Someone should be here in a few minutes.” Cautiously he opened the door and then, finding no one imme diately in front of the shop, step ped outside. The street was prac tically deserted. A few inoffensive looking clerks hurried along the pavement to then’ various offices. Slim, stepping briskly along, was conscious of a good job well done. He turned into Regent Street, where there were more pedestrians, and looked around for a cab. He felt vaguely uneasy now, and sensed that someone was following him. Looking around, he saw a little man in a bowler staring at him fixedly. For some unaccountable reason Slim felt panic rising within him. He walked more quickly, almost trotted, forced himself, with colos- ' sal self-control, to keep from break ing into a run. God, if only he could find a cab! He looked over his shoulder again. The little chap had stopped, but was talking to another man, and was gesticulating towards Slim. Trying to shake off the fear which was slowly paralyzing him, Slim went on. It must be his ima gination ! He was losing his nerve. At the corner of Swallow Street he looked around a third time. Both men were not twenty feet behind him, and the little chap, beckoning to Slim, shouted: “Here! I say! You, there!” Cold fear settled down on Slim. When he saw a policeman standing by the arch, a fierce, unreasoning panic seized him, and he started to run. Then a hand fell on his shoulder (Continued on page 13) For your money’s worth, buy the advertised brand always—WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 12 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 A FEW FACTS ABOUT THE TWO FAIRS They Are Sure To Affect Your Life Even If You Will Not See Them THE United States is now the Mecca of all travelers because of the San Francisco 1939 Golden Gate Exposition and the New York World Fair. If one were to believe what one reads and hears, it would seem that everybody were going to the United States to see one or both of the Fairs. But it is not so. The President of the Philippine Commonwealth, to mention just one, much as he would like to see even one of the fairs only, will not go because state duties do not permit him to leave the country for quite a long period. This consoles us a bit, for we shall not be the only one who will say, “No, we have not seen the New York World Fair (or the San Francisco Golden Gate Exposi tion).” The officials of the San Francisco Golden Gate Exposition expect 22 millions to pass through its gates. The officials of the New World Fair expect many times that num ber because, they claim, their fair is three times larger. Even if the two figures are combined the sum will be much less than the number of those who like us will not be able to see the two fairs, for various reasons, financial being the great est. So we just content ourselves with reading previous and reviows of both fairs and looking at the colorful pictures of their exhibits that appear in various magazines. The following are bits of infor mation we have gathered from the various sources that have come our way. They will give you an idea how they do things over there—on a gigantic scale and with thorough ness. We hope Mr. “Arsenic” Luz, now in San Francisco, •will learn something new and inject it into our dull exposition (or is it fair or carnival). New York World Fair This is situated on 1,216 acres of what used to be Flushing Mea dow, a dumping ground just out side of New York.... When Fair is ended, this place will become a permanent park with trees and flowers and pools.... The Fair is about 15 minutes by railroad from Manhattan.... There is a parking space for 36,000 cars near the en trance gates but many car owners will prefer train or subway.... One railroad and three subway sys tems in New York have stations within the Fair grounds for easy access. The admission to the Fair is 75 cents for each adult and 25 cents for each child. Intramural bus fare is 10 cents. The eight dramatic focal exhibits are free, so are a number of moving pictures, educational for ums and fine arts exhibitions... .43,000 persons at a time can be ac commodated at the restaurants. It colors of the rainbow are reached .... The domestic exhibition area forms a half wheel with the Peris phere as the hub. The Rainbow Avenue at the rim of the wheel se parate the domestic from the for eign exhibits. When a visitor enters the Fair, color hits him in the eye, exciting, impressive, and he gasps at the pic tures—huge, created in new mate rials and representing different schools and creeds—and at the sculpture, each telling a story.... The board of directors of the Fair decided that the Fair buildings should be plain, practical, artifi cially lighted and windowless. No windows would mean more exhibibright as ever at the end of a good hundred years if the best materials are used in mixing it. The artists who decorated the Fair started something in the use of colors—for dress ensembles, for interior decorations. The murals will show the women how to com bine colors, what to do with reds, yellows, blues.... New shades have been invented by the artists and these have been used in dress mate rials by the manufacturers and are known by the names of the artists who “invented” them — Savage green, Gordon cobalt, Axley pink, Boudelle red, Feininger turquoise, Ciampaglia red. There arc exhibits to interest tion space, more exhibition space would mean more cash. This seem ed a good idea. The buildings should be one story high, not too heavy because the land had been newly filled, and of stucco struc ture because they would be frankly temporary. But even a beautiful everyone. To women, the most in teresting will be the Town of To morrow. This village has been laid out by experts in city planning, with landscaping both beautiful and practical. The houses in this mod ern town represent new trends, new ideas, new materials and new moModess DOES NOT CHAFE even when exercising To leel free and natural, one must lie comfortable. Ifodess gives lasting com fort and freedom. Modeee lias « new filler that fluffs like cotton — ull chaf ing, all irritation is prevented. The sides are rounded and gauze is cushioned with a film of cotton. For comfort use MODESS. Sold by all Drug-stores BOTICA BOIE Dutrihulnre is possible to eat for as little as a dime (ten cents) or as expensively as one likes at a night club with a floor show. A World of Tomorrow bun with roast beef and coffee cost 25 cents. Lunch at the service res taurants is 50 cents; dinner, 75 cents up. There are foreign restaurants serving authentic national foods.... iHow will one get about inside the i Fair ? Busses making frequent stops (circle the Fair and there are tractor strains with 2-passenger cars which (may be boarded at certain zones. [There are electrically- and handlrun roller chairs for hire.... There I are information booths at each en} trance and guide books are for sale. [The color scheme of the buildings l is a direction finder in itself. l The theme center of the New } York World Fair is an 18-story [ Perisphere, “the largest ball ever ] l made by man”, and a 50-story Tryi (ion, “the tallest triangular tower in ] (the world”.... The Perisphere and ] [ the Trvlon are painted white. Areas 1 i around them take on pale tints, increasing in intensity until the true park and any number of smart ar chitects can’t make a lot of low, blank white stucco walls exciting enough for a fair. The answer was pictures on the walls, pictures and colors. So the officials of the Fair called in all artists available and told them what they wanted and gave them carta blanca, so to speak. This was exactly what the artists wanted.... Freedom to do what they wanted to do, oportunity to experiment, to try out their ideas. The results are pictures that have poster quality, appealing and wholly understandable, and made with all sorts of materials—cork, metal, lino leum. The artists enjoyed their jobs thoroughly and the onlookers will enjoy their pictures. One of the largest buildings in the Fair is the Food Building and the mural on it, executed by Witold Gordon, is the largest — 200 feet across. It took the artist" five weeks to do it. The background is blue and against it Gordon has painted the most appealing cows and sheep, the most beautiful carrots, cabbages, apples, fish and oysters. He drew circles for vitamins. Everything is very scientific and authentic. An average housewife could sit in front of the mural and plan well-balanced meals for her family out of the pictures in this mural. des of decorating.... There are also the Hall of Jewels that holds a priceless collection of gems, gold and silver never before assembled so lavishly or displayed so drama tically, the Hall, of Fashion where they can see new fabrics and exotic textiles, new color combinations; the Hall of Beauty, the Consumers Interests Building and the Hall of Pharmacy. For the children, there is the 6-acre Children’s World, where chil dren of all ages may be checked, amused, rested and fed under su pervision of a staff of doctors, nur ses and trained play directors. There are playgrounds where chil dren from 4 to 14 years may be left for supervised play. Or, children may be left with an American Ex press Guide, who, for a small fee, will take them on special tours in the Children’s World. There are tree-shaded benches for those who want to rest for a while, smoking room, lounging rooms, foot comfort stations.... There are clinics and even wards with complete hospital facilities for emergencies.... There are theaters' with free attractions, two night time spectacles of fire and water, set to color and music, playing 150 feet toward the sky.... There are (Continued on page 46) The paint use throughout the Fair is something new. It has a rubber base that makes it perma nent for outdoor murals. It first saw light in the cages of the Wash ington zoo three years ago. Dominico Mortellito, muralist, was commissioned to paint the back grounds for the animals. He want ed his art to be permanent so he looked around for a paint that could stand a lot of hosing down with strong disinfectants and rough treatments from the animals. He couldn’t find any, so he took some pigments and some stuff that is used to seal cellars against damp ness, retired into a laboratory with a chemist and emerged with this rubber-base paint that ought to be Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 13 WHY GO ABROAD? Asks Pamela Frankau THE AUTHOR BELIEVES THAT TRAVEL ING IS BREEDING SNOBS AND BORES. “JT broadens one’s outlook.” There ean be few people who have not heard this reason for visiting foreign countries. I do not know whether the French, the Germans, the Ita lians, or. indeed, any other people than the English and the Amer icans, would agree upon this point. I only know that in England we do look upon travel with a certain sense of obligation. Perhaps because of our island site; perhaps because of our Empire. At any rate, since tra vel is a thing which most of us feel vaguely that we ought to do, it has bred snobs in the same way that being presented at Court has some times bred them. And this is a pity. By “broadening the outlook” it would appear that we English mean learning to tolerate and understand foreigners, picking up their lang uages in spite of our natural selfconsciousness, achieving an ease of manner in unfamiliar surroundings. We also mean “seeing places.” The guidebook and the crowd at the scene of battles, buildings and beauty spots are the easy butt of the travel snob. “Let’s get away from these tourists!” he cries, and forgets that the instinct to find things out possesses a value—a childish value, perhaps—still, a mo tive at which ho of all people has the least right to sneer. A child in constant search of knowledge is, as Mr. Shaw has in dicated, a nuisance to the adult. It is likewise Mr. Shaw who sug gests that all children should tra vel, being given free access to every country in the world. The child subjected to this Utopian process would certainly get rid of his “tour ist” period before he has time to bore his stay-at-home neighbors. For, let us face it, the amateur traveller recounting his experiences is a first-class bore. With his sheaf of snapshots, his banal impressions, above all, his desire to let the world know that he has Been Abroad This Summer, he cannot be otherwise than the most avoidable occupant of the hotel. Only one other per son deserves company. This is the traveled snob; the kind who, when asked whether he likes dancing, replies heavily: “Not here. If I were in a little dive I could show you near Marseilles, where the sailors all dance the can can to a concertina—ah, there.” The kind of person who goes out of his way and into a restaurant for the purpose of commanding some spe cial dish that was once tasted by him in Crete, on a day which no body remembers and at an inn which nobodv has visited. The per son who has always a card up his sleeve, a trump with which to cap ture the trick when the talk to for eign countries begins. One would set down beside the newly-return ed tourist with his Paris postcards, and lock the door—from outside. Since, then, the habit of voyag ing can produce these two disasters, one may well ask oneself whether it can be such a good habit, after all. And one takes heart from con templation of the third kind of tra veller, the overseas man, the adven turer who knows the far places inti mately, the Kipling type, who has seen and done worthwhile things on picturesque backgrounds all his life. What of him? 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Partly because people are al ways asking him the same ques tions; partly because, since his life is so familiar to him, he cannot honestly believe that they want to know; partly because he is not a talkative type. So he, in his turn, C~7oh. HEALTH AND EXTRA ENERGY becomes as dull as the man who has spent all his life in the suburbs. All right. In that case one may conclude that one will find more amusing company among the stayat-homes. And yet the man who says, “Why go abroad? If I want to see beautiful scenery, I go to Scotland,” and when asked why, re plies, “I hate these foreigners,” is not an enviable person. One is tempted to wonder, with the present facilities for cruises and excursions at moderate prices, whe ther those who have never been abroad before will prove themselves a race of newly entertaining travel lers. They will bring fresh minds to their adventures. Perhaps in fu ture one will discover, among the most ordinary of mortals, the funds of interest and excitement so far missing from the mouths of those who have seen the world. CHECKMATE! (Continued from page 11} and he heard a reproving paternal voice: “Now 'then! What’s all this about?” With the sweat breaking out on his forehead, Slim turned around. “It’s quite all right, officer,” he said. “I was just------” “All right, is it? Not till we stroll back to the Blackman Jewel lery Shop it isn’t.” “The — the Blackman Jewellery Shop?” Slim tried desperately to make his voice sound casual. “There must be some mistake, officer. I was just—” The policeman reached over and tugged at Slim’s coat. “I wonder,” he said, scratching his chin, “who pinned this on your, back?” With the color drained from his face, Slim read the words printed on the slip of paper: POLICE! THIS MAN JUST BOBBED BLACKMAN’S JEWELLERY SHOP! 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Do not be handicapped by gray hair now when it is so economi cal and easy to get rid of it in your own home* For your money’s worth, buy the advertised brand always—WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 14 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BOOKS and AUTHORS WAR MESSAGES AND OTHER SELECTIONS By May-ling Soong Chiang (Madame Chiang Kai-shek) Hankow, 1938 THIS book written by one of the most extraordinary, and most talked-about women of contempor ary times, and perhaps one of the most interesting personalities of ail times, is a collection of broadcasts, articles, press notices, even letters which she has at one time or an other written during her evenr.ful life. The Mother selections” form a sort of background, consisting as they do, of travel notes and diaries in which she has shown her great hope and enthusiasm for the New Life movement which she had spon sored and in which she is pining so much faith for the salvation of China. It is as one who loves her coun try intensely, passionately that she says with such vigor: “When I look at China, I am proud to be a Chinese woman.” Talking about the New Life Movement of which she is the “guid ing spirit” she explained: “The New Life Movement aims at increas ing the blessing of the people so that each life shall be rendered peaceful, prosperous, active and happy. It is for the good of the majority and not solely for the min ority. It is not for the rich to the exclusion of the poor. Rather it is to show the rich how not to be ex travagant but to help the poor, and to show- the poor how to improve themselves so that they can became more prosperous.” She spoke of China’s courage, of the do-or-die spirit of her women “who have surpassed themselves in our emergency”; she told of their suffering, the valiant manner in w’hich they have rallied around the colors. She realizes, she admitted, the gigantic job ahead of the Chinese people to rebuild their homes, their hopes and ambitions, but she is not despairing. Far from it: “We arc trying to avoid the sorrow w’hich usually characterizes the aftermath of war.” And then as if to brush away for a moment all thought of China and her chaos out of which she hopes it will emerge triumphant, she casts a sweeping glance at the sad state of world affairs remarking sorrow fully: “I must confess that my feeling is far from pride... Let us start an international New Life Movement.” That is a thought well worth considering in these troublous times. Perhaps it will help solve difficult world problems. * * * AND TELL OF TIME By Laura Krey Houghton Mifflin Co., Boston, 1938 P6.05 A book which recalls Gone With the Wind in that it treats of the American South and its after-theCivil-War problems. And Tell of Time is the story of Cavin’s life w’ith Lucina. Cavin, with his stout, pioneer heart, and Lucina as sweet, helpful and courageous a mate as ever a Southern man could wish. The book is really a conglomer ate of the stories of several lives so closely intenvoven that one felt that the author was perfectly jus tified in cutting short the thread of her narrative of Cavin and Lucina once in a while to talk about Leti tia’s head-strong will or Frank’s misdemeanors or Povey’s great and tragic romances. The liquid, flow ing style helps to carry over the idea of the one-ness of the story in spite of what one might call digressions. Long, gentle sentences that move along smoothly and with almost great majesty, descriptions of Nature which are breath-taking not because of surprises in them but precisely because of their calm ness, their sureness and the utter simplicity of the beauty they de pict. Perhaps the book lacks the color of Margaret Mitchell’s great work because Lucina lacks the colorful variety of Scarlett. Lucina is good and gentle and brave. Her author has, as it were, “painted the lily” too clearly. There were no “bumps” in Lucina’s character and one looks in vain for silly outbursts of tem per or even wickedness, or ordin ary manifestations of selfishness, female vanity or other such charm ing weaknesses. Cavin perhaps is better painted, possibly because the author does not “care” for him as much as she does for Lucina. Cavin with his lack of imagination, Cavin with his solid commonsense and totally pro saic one-ncss of purpose, Cavin with his unimpressing acceptance of the role which he had to play in so many lives, the difficult role of having to set-to rights mistakes or wrongs or extremely unpleasant situations. 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Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 15 GUARDIANS of the Treasures of the Past By Iris Brown As a high school teacher, I found that one of the most perplexing of the many personal problems that pupils bring to their teacher—the teacher being flatteringly consider ed All-Wise—to the teacher who is painfully aware of her inability to solve these problems—is this most puzzling one, “What vocation shall I choose? Where will I find my Life Work?” Life has no question more puz zling. And the teacher—what can she say? She knows probably bet ter than anyone else the abilities of the pupil—either potential or de veloped—but where in our modern whirligig of unemployment and de spair is there a place for struggling Youth? Take the case of Marie—She is the perfect student type—retiring and shy in classroom activities, but her written work showed an unsus pected fund of knowledge, reveal ing the fact that she was addicted to reading many types of material, and gathering information as she did so. “What about school teaching?” I asked her. “It’s a blind alley that is already overcrowded,” she said, and I al most had to agree with her. “And stenography?” I queried. “Stenographers are as numerous as the sands of all the seas,” Marie answered, and once again I nearly agreed with her. “Well, what is it that you enjoy most?” I questioned, as I have learned from observation that those things which we really enjoy are those things we will do best. Mod ern psychology shows us that Duty and Fear may cause us to develop repressions that will eventually de stroy us. To take pleasure in one’s work is the surest guarantee of con tinuing efficiency and mental ba lance. “I don’t know what work I like the best. I only know I am hap piest when I have an interesting book to read,” said this high school pupil of mine. Books. Libraries. Librarians— so my thoughts jumped ahead of her. I have found that the best way to handle this recurring problem of vocational guidance is to assist the pupil in interviewing persons in vo cations likely to be suitable, so I said, “Let’s find a real librarian and ask her if she thinks you have the ‘makings.’ ” And so we consulted Miss Rita McGrath, of the staff of the Den ver public library, city and county of Denver, Colorado. U. S. A. Miss McGrath is in charge of a branch library in one of the poorer sec tions of the city, but where books are read with greater interest than in some sections where the residences are better. We found Miss McGrath to be youthfully vivacious and charmingly tactful. She was glad to discuss the subject of the work of the librarian and her qualifications. “First of all,” she said, “Don’t take up library work unless you love books. If a book is a treasure of infinite possibilities—A Ship of Adventure—to you, then you’ll be happy as a librarian. Of course, you know you must attend a school of Librarianship—” Marie interrupted, “I didn’t know there was anything much to learn I” Miss McGrath was a little an noyed by that statement and she answered sharply, “Yes, that’s the common opinion. Most people still think that a librarian merely sits at a desk and reads until someone honors her by taking out a book, which she childishly insists on stam ping first, just for the fun of it.” Her brown eyes snapped angry sparks at us, but we couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, now, Miss McGrath, I’m sure the public isn’t as foolish as that,” I said. “Well, perhaps not quite,” she relented. “At any rate, one must not enter the work under any fancy that it is a life of idleness. In large libraries, of course, as in every other field, there is a great deal of spe cialization, but the average library is that which is run by one or two Home Sweet Home— but Full of ‘Danger! * Use "Lysol" disinfectant for first aid in emergencies and every day aid in good housekeeping Don’t be alarmed at this 1 But... records of the National Safety Council in the United States show that of 110,000 accidents each year resulting in death, more than onethird happen at h^mf. That’s why there is such need for "Lysol”,since it is used as a powerful antiseptic in first aid, for minor cuts, scratches, surface injuries, as well as a very active germi cide in all manner of home cleaning. Use it also to soak LYSOL HYGIENIC SOAPhighly recommended for bath, complexion, hands; washes away germs while it cleans. people, with as much partially train ed assistance as the budget will al low,” Miss McGrath explained. “Our many duties begin with book selection and ordering—and how much ohe must know to do this properly! “Then there is the detail work of checking these orders before they go out, and the checking of books when they arrive. New books must be classified, catalogued, marked and stamped before they go on the shelves. More detail work. Have you patience for such ? “There is also the work of check ing books in and out at the circula tion desk, and of keeping in order the file of cards which represent the books while the books themselves are out. Patience and a love of order—Have you'these qualities? “In your own room, are you the sort of a person who has a place for everything, and everything in its place, or are you satisfied with stowing your belongings away in haphazard fashion? If you’re the former type, you’ll be happy and efficient as a librarian. “There is reference work to be done—requiring real skill in the use of books, and analytical ability in understanding what is involved in complex study questions,” the librarian continued the discussion. “But the most necessary qualifi cations for a librarian is the ability to be interested in the problems of others—to have enjoyment in guid ing them to find the Treasures hid den in the volumes of your li brary.” “Have you these qualities, — If not, are you trilling to study and to learn? “In this average library we are speaking of,” Miss McGrath con tinued, “There is probably also a children’s room to be kept attrac tive and reasonably quiet. Are you gentle with children? “The card catalog must be kept up-to-date as hooks are added to bedding, handkerchiefs, underwear, towels, in a solution prepared the night before wash day, to help kill unseen bacteria that may breed disease. Walls, floors, stairways, railings, bath rooms, toilets, nursery, kitchen, should be washed with water to which "Lysol’’has been added. "Lysol” helps in so many ways that careful mothers and good housekeepers are never without it. Use it for protection to your loved ones. Disinfectant or withdrawn from the library’s col lection. Classification, cataloguing and reference work are our most difficult tasks—an explanation of their difficulties would take up too much of our time. But I assure you that I was an honor student in high school and college, yet I came so near to flunking out of library school that I still shudder to think of it. So you must be prepared to study, Marie. “Examine a well-filled catalog card some time and imagine know ing what every little word and sym bol on it means and why it is there.” “I have no doubt that Marie will make a very good librarian,” I said, upon the conclusion of our inter view, “and I advise that she write for the literature of several educa tional institutions which feature such a preparatory course.” “I quite agree with you,” said Miss McGrath, “And I look forward to having Marie as my co-worker, after she has finished her course of study, which will be about two years after graduation from high school, I believe.” Some other values of librarian ship Miss McGrath had overlooked. One is the fact that such work en tails none of the masculine opposi tion that still prevails in some other fields—say that of Medicine or the Law. Then, too, a librarian comes into contact with all the best people of her community—all the culture and art of a community center around its library. The librarian’s opportunity for public service is great—especially in the rural and semi-rural districts, where she can lead the fight for more and better libraries. As the Guardian of the Treasures of all the Past, the librarian has interesting work that is of extreme ly great value to society. Perhaps that is the answer to vour problem—YOUNG PERSON TN SEARCH OF A LIFE-WORK. 16 WOMANS HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BRIEF RETURN (Part 3) By Mignon Eberhart The Captain of The State Police Ques tions The Suspects . All Signs Point To Jenny As The Murderer JENNY was sitting at the breakfast-table when I came down— late and feeling as if I’d been drag ged through any number of knot holes. Mabel was skittering around the table, all eyes and ears and excitement, and Jenny was drink ing coffee steadily and staring at her plate. There wasn’t much to say. Jen ny poured coffee for me; her hands were not too steady. “There’s been no word from Alice,” she said. “Surely she’ll wire. I sent a telegram off to Ro bert when I came down.” The pantry door opened, and Ma bel brought in my orange-juice; she was bursting with excitement. She said, wriggling: “Miss Drace, please, the watchman is here and wants to speak to you.” “The—oh, the watchman!” I sat back and looked at the girl. I had forgotten our so-called night watchman. His name was Coliani and in the course of a year’s time I had seen him exactly twice. For ten dollars a month he was supposed to drive past Tenacre INSURANCE FIRE—MARINE AUTOMOBILE—ACCIDENT—PLATE GLASS WORKMAN’S COMPENSATION Atlas Assurance Company, The Employer’s Liability Limited Assurance Corporation, Ltd. Continental Insurance Co. Orient Insurance Company Insurance Company of North America E. E. ELSER, INC. GENERAL AGENTS Corner of 13th and Boston streets—Port area Telephone 2-24-28 four times a night, encircling the drive to the house and back each time keeping an eye out for bur glars or lurking assassins in the process. It was always my feeling that he spent the nights curled up in his car, sleeping, in some pro tected spot. “Oh, the watchman!” I nodded. “Certainly. Send him in. You know, I suppose, what happened last night?” Her eyes bulged. “Oh, yes, Miss Drace. Mr. Houlden came back from the dead and—” “Exactly. He was found shot last night. I suppose police have been around this morning?” “Yes’m. The men Captain Wal thers sent. We—gave them break fast.” “Has anyone asked you any questions ?” “No ma’am.” “Did Miss Alice mention to you that she was going on a trip?” “No ma’am. Joseph told me this morning. It was Joseph told us first about the murder. Just think of it, ma’am—with us up there as Synopsis No one was sorry when room. Jenny stayed to talk Basil Houlden, who tyraniz- with Basil, to try to convince ed his wife, Alice, his serv- him to give Alice a divorce, ants and his dog, Hugo, At about two o’clock Miss died in an airplane crash. Mary was awakened by the True to character he had tinkling of the bell of Jenny’s left all his money to a poor kitten under her window and cousin, Miss Mary Drace, she went down to let it in. because he did not want Suddenly she heard a revolAlice’s husband, should she ver shot coming from the marry again, <to • enjoy his direction of the automobile money and his house. How- bridge. She ran there and ever, Miss Mary sold the found Basil dead. She went Hfjulden factory and gave back to the house and called one half of the money to Dr. Tom Tucker, police docAlice who married again— tor and coroner, who was in Robert Braith, an old friend love with Jenny. Before he of the family. Miss Mary arrived, however, Jenny aplived in Tenacre, the Houl- peared and convinced Miss den estate, with Jenny, Ali- Mary to hide Basil’s body, ce’s sister, for companion, planning to dispose of it At the time of the story, later. But when Tom TuckAlice was a guest at Tenacre, er arrived, he saw blood on her husband having gone to the toe of Jenny’s sandal, Alaska. Life was pleasant at and knowing that Basil had Tenacre. . .over a year had unexpectedly returned, suspassed since Basil’s death pected that he had been and he was quite forgotten, murdered—perhaps by JenThen one evening, after the ny. He called Captain Walthree women had finished thers of the State Police, supper and were enjoying When Captain Walthers askthe cool air in the terrace, ed for Alice, it was discoverBasil noncholantly walked ed that she was gone! And into the house ! Alice Miss Mary discovered that promptly fainted at the sight Jenny’s revolver was not in of him and was taken up- the drawer where it was alstairs to her room. After ways kept! The story, told some painful conversation, by Miss Mary, continues Miss Mary retired to her from here. leep all that time!” “You heard nothing of it?” She shook her head regretfully. “Cook says we ought to leave now, before we are all murdered in our beds. But I’d rather stay, if you please, ma’am.” “Certainly you’ll stay. Whether you’d rather or not, and Cook too. Very well, Mabel; send the watch man in.” She went away importantly. Jenny said: “She wouldn’t miss it for anything. That’s the kind of thing we’ll all be exposed to—news papers, talk, trial. Oh, Cousin Mary, why did Alice leave like this! They’ll think she did it!” Mabel ushered in Tony Coliani, and at my look retreated again into the pantry, where I’ve no doubt she put her ear to the door. “Good morning, Miss Drace — Miss Jenny.” He was a short, fat’ Italian, with the beaming, black eyes and ingratiating smile of the Neopolitan. He wore a kind of uniform, dark blue like a police man’s. We had had a murder, and he, Tony, had not been on hand to pro tect us. He had learned of it only that morning at the post-office; I gathered that the whole village and county was rocking with the thing. He couldn’t undertand how it had happened, for he was about on his usual constant rounds. It must have taken place while he was at the other end of his route. He hadn’t heard the shot. It went on at some length, and winding up with a pathetic refer ence to a sick wife and bambino. T happened to know he was a ba chelor. He did however in the end come out with a rather curious item: He had passed Tenacre at about twelve-thirty and had seen Manila,, March, 1989 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 17 a man with a bag loom up in the glow of his ear lights, cross the road just ahead of him, and enter the woods below Tenacre. “Who?” He didn’t know; he was too far away to see clearly; he only saw that it was a man and he was carry ing a bag. “Why didn’t you follow him?” Tony blinked and made more ex cuses. The fact emerged that he’d been too lazy to investigate. “You’re certain it was a man?” I asked, thinking of Alice. lie was eei*tain. “You know most of the people around here. Don’t you have any notion who it was?” He burst into vehement negation —too vehement. I said slowly: “You’d better tell the police.” A cold look back of his eyes deep ened but he said he would, and at last went away. “There was no man with a bag,” said Jenny. “He’s afraid you’ll fire him, and is giving you an ex hibit of zeal.” “That, or there was a man and he recognized him. In either case it is a good thing to let Captain Walthers know.” “To distribute the suspicion?” asked Jenny. Some minutes later—when I was sitting in the morning room trying to compose telegrams to the kin which would suitably define our somewhat equivocal position — I heard Cynthia in the hall. She had evidently encountered State troop ers along the driveway and was questioning Joseph. “But what has happened?” I heard her say. “Police everywhere! Is anvthing wrong, Joseph? What is it?” “Miss Mary is in the morning room,” said Joseph, and ushered her in. “Good heavens, Miss Mary, what’s happened? Where—” “Jenny’s in the garden. Come in, Cynthia; sit down. We — you see, Basil came back. Last night.” “Basil back! Impossible.” “You hadn’t heard?” Her fingers became quite still on the chair-arms. “No. No, of course not. It doesn’t seem possible.” “Yes, that’s what I thought. However—” I put down my pen and turned in my chair. “However, Basil came back last night; he wasn’t dead at all.” She looked straight back at me, eyes wide and shining in her lovely face; crimson lips smiling a little. “He wasn’t dead at all,” I repeated slowly, “but he is dead now.” The morning light was full and clear upon her face. I watched it change—steadily lose its color and its blandness, and become a pale gray mask, not at all beautiful, all at once. One hand went to her mouth, fumblingly; finally she whis pered : “Dead ? Do you mean—” “I mean he was shot,” I said crisply. “That’s why the police are here.” “But—” said Cynthia, and stop ped. “No, it wasn’t suicide. It—they say it was murder.” Just then Jenny came in from the garden, saw Cynthia and said: “Good heavens, Cynthia, are you sick?” I said: “I’ve just told her. —Do you want a drink of water, Cyn thia?” She said: “No. No, I’m all right. Murder—” I said quickly: “I thought the village would be reeling with it by this time.” Her eyes blinked. “I — yes, I should think so. But no one—” She seemed to pull herself toge ther; she leaned forward and said sharply: “What happened? IF/io killed him?" “Nobody knows. We found him Formula: Magnesium Hydroxide. GUARD HIS HEALTH • Constipation is a serious menace to your child’s health. 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Nobody knows,” I repeated. “Jenny and I found him—” She broke in, “Jenny and you,” and glanced quickly around the room. “It must have been a shod to Alice.” “Alice doesn’t know’ yet. She’s gone.” “Gone? Where?” “To Robert,” said Jenny at once. “She started last night before the murder occurred. She—” “To Robert! But if Basil’s back, she’s not married to Robert.” Nobody had a reply to that. Cynthia said, presently, that she’d better telephone. “Rodney doesn’t know,” she said. “He’ll want to come.” There was an extension on my desk and she used it. But Rodney knew. He’d heard it in the village. “He’s coming right out,” said Cynthia. Joseph came to the door: “It’s the police captain again, Miss Ma ry,” he said. “And Dr. Tucker.” Cynthia gave Joseph a startled look and sat down; Jenny must have simply walked out the door to the garden path, for w’hen Tom and Gib Walthers came into the room, she had vanished. They both looked very sober. Behind them were two State troop ers, one with a notebook. They came straight to the point. Had we had any word from Alice? “No. We wired to Robert but haven’t yet had a reply. Have you any clues to the murders?” Gib lifted his thin eyebrow’s a fraction, and Tom said quickly that they hadn’t exactly, and that he had wired Robert too, but had had no answer. “Coliani was here,” I said. “The neighborhood watchman, you know—” Gib agreed, without appearing to interrupt: “Yes, I know*. I’ve seen him.” “Did he tell you about the man he saw?” He nodded briefly and made no comment whatever, but said instead : “Miss Mary, did you and Basil have an extended talk last night?” “Not exactly. Still, we did talk. What is it you -want to know about?” I noticed out of the tail of my eve that the trooper who had the notebook in his hand w’as w*riting in it sw’iftly every time any one spoke. “Your whole conversation, main ly,” said Gib, blue eyps very small and bright. “He didn’t tell you where he had been, or why he let yon think he died in that erash?” “No. I told you that.” “You have no idea where he came from last night or where he’d been ?” “None. It’s all just as I told you —lie said he left the train at Little( Turnford. Did you find his bags?” “Yes,” said Gib, and again vo lunteered nothing. “Miss Mary, you and Basil talked of Miss Alice.” “Well, naturally.” “He knew of her re-marriage.” “Yes, of course. We went all over this last night—” “Yes, I know. The State’s At torney can’t get here today; this (Continued on page 33) WE NEED one enterpris ing subscription canvasser in each province for the Woman’s Home Journal, the oldest of its kind in the Philippines. Very liberal terms, and excellent oppor tunity for the right party. Apply to Manager, P. 0. Box 30, Manila. 18 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 Claudette Colbert and Herbert Marshall in “ZAZA” coming Soon at Capitol Theater. HOLLYWOOD, Calif.—'“In plan ning clothes for a picture, it is easy to see ahead and anticipate the mode six months in advance. When it comes to hair, it’s far more difficult,” states Claudette Colbert. Miss Colbert has just en tered upon a new picture “Mid night” for Paramount following completion of “Zaza” and is cast in the role of a lady of fashion, intrigue and all the rest. The pro ducer, the director and everybody else were baffled as to just what may happen in hair-do’s by the time the production is released. Just at the most hectic moment of their major quandary, in flew Antoine, the internationally noted hair authority from Paris, and lie came straight from the airport to Stage Ten at Paramount studios to solve this problem. With a hundred flourishes of a comb, a few clips of the shears and the aid of a bit of perfumed setting lotion, pins, nets and a streamlined dryer, Monsieur An toine had Mademoiselle Colbert coiffed in a glamorous hairdress at least six months in advance of the current trend. Jabbering French and working more like a sculptor than a hairdresser, Antoine prepar ed Miss Colbert for a test for “Mid night” and instructed studio hair dressers who will “stand by” dur ing the actual “shooting” of the picture. “I’m thrilled by Antoine’s artis try,” stated Miss Colbert. “He is without doubt a genius. I was worried about my hair because there has never been such a revolutionary period in feminine hairdress. I’ve learned a lot from Antoine and his trip to Hollywood couldn’t have been planned at a more life-saving time for me,” she said. Just what Antoine anticipates for the immediate future in milady’s coiffure must for the moment re Hollywood on Parade By C. A. Brouthers Who Reports The Movie Stars Doings From Hollywood main a secret. As soon as “Mid night” gets under way the details of his Colbert creation will be passed along. It’s sure to affect everybody’s hair, according to Miss Colbert. According to Milo Anderson, Warner Bros, designer, fashion’s most amusing caprice in 1939 will be frilly sports clothes. He fore sees starched petticoats under flar ing skating skirts, ruffled bathing suits, and even skirted ski suits among other “sissy” styles. Milo has already done a play suit for Marie Wilson to wear in “Sweepstakes Winner” which is the most ladylike ever seen on the screen. Of stripped tub silk, the blouse has high neck and full sleeves caught in a tight cuff at the wrist. Instead of shorts he gives Marie a matching skirt in the accepted professional tennis length. A blue linen blouse he designed for wear with slacks has a collar-hood to protect Marie’s hair from the sun. A “sissified” shirt Priscilla Lane wears with her slacks is blue flowersprigged wool challis, has Peter Pan collar and pockets set off by narrow self-ruffles. Upon Milo’s suggestion, Bonita Granville is having two short pet ticoats made of heavy eyelet-em broidered cotton. They are to be well-starched and worn under a green velveteen skating skirt. The designer also offers the idea of different colored petticoats under widely flared skirts. Olivia de Havilland contributes to the frills vogue when she goes sunning at Palm Springs in black and white linen rompers edged in narrow white organdy ruffles. BEAUTY How to be beautiful when cold germs play hide and seek in nose, throat and mouth is a problem that has confronted fevery girl who “sim ply can’t miss the big dance.” Now along comes Margaret Lindsay with advice on how to be smart though sniffly. First spray nose and throat with disinfectant to prevent cold’s spreading, says she. (That profes sional manner (probably results from all those nurse roles she’s played.) Give the hair a cornmeal and brush cleansing or have a beauty operator clean it with solvent. If LATEST PORTRAIT OF HEDY LAMARR The loveliness of Hedy Lamarr is reflected In this new portralt’etudy. Miss Lamarr will soon be seen opposite Spencer Tracy in “I Take This wave is weak let curling iron take the place of damp finger wave. Hours before getting dressed, soften skin, especially lips and around nose with warm olive oil. Put a heavier-than-usual oil-less powder base around nose—and eyes if they water. Use three shades of powder on face, first the normal tone, then a slightly darker shade on nose, and very rosy color on cheeks. (Ordinary rouge stands out too prominently when health isn’t tip-top.) Use the world’s most indelible lipstick and mascara that is defini tely water-proof. Blend vioiet and blue eyeshadow. Keep an inhalant and a dozen cleansing tissues in the evening bag, and don’t forget make up needs a lot of patchwork while a lady fights a cold. Marie Wilson maintains a silky smooth complexion by dropping a teaspoonful of aromatic vinegar into the final rinse water when she washes her face with soap. Maris Wnxon, Warner starlet, makes a quick-drying wave lotion by adding two drops of glycerin to one ounce of rosewater. Now that practically everyone is eonlverted to toeless and heelless shoes no girl can escape doing all the nice things for her feet that she does for her hands. Glenda Far rell, who is carrying on again as “Torehy Blane”, is pedal-concious and offers some concise tips. SHOES: Must be long enough, (Continued on page 29) Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 19 QiWtZ- SECTION “Peck’s Bad Boy” Gets His ^OTHERS—and childien—watch for these two films: PECK’S BAD BOY AT THE CIRCES and HUCKLEBERRY FINN, both from well-known children classics, when they come to your neighbor hood theater. The Women's Better Films Clubs in the United States have endorsed the first film as an ex cellent entertainment for the whole family. Says the General Federa tion of Women’s Clubs: “A very interesting episode in the life of Peck’s Bad Boy to whom excite ment is the essence of life. The cast is very good, youthful mem bers interesting and natural, the direction deft and understanding, timing excellent with humurous and dramatic sequences most effectively used. Circus scenes especially di verting, while the camp race for the cup is a thrilling climax. Tom my Kelly as young Peek is an ex cellent little actor with Ann Gillis appealing as the circus rider. An excellent picture for the family audience. ALL AGES.” “Huckleberry Finn” which brings to the screen Mark Twain’s great American story of the Mississipi folk, stars Mickey Rooney, who has become America’s Boy No. 1. When Mickey is in a film it sure is going to be good entertainment. Walt Disney, creator of the now famous “Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs,” is bringing to life in his Silly Symphony pieturizations another beloved fairy tale, Hans Christian Andersen’s “Tin* Uglv Duckling.” It will be releas ed by RKO Radio. * * * We arc wondering whether any of the readers of this page knows who the Castles were or remembers hearing or reading about them sometime around 1918. Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Castle composed the most famous dancing team of their day and were the sensation of Paris and New York. It is only logical that the most famous dancing team these days, Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, should portray them on the screen in the picturization of their lives. The film, entitled “The Cas tles”, is a cavalcade of dances from 1911 to 1918 as performed by Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Castle just as “Alexander’s Ragtime Band” was a calvalcade of songs written by Irving Berlin. * * * If you have seen “Four Daugh ters” (don’t fail to see it when it comes to your neighborhood thea ter), you will be glad to know that you will be seeing Priscilla Lane and Jeffrey Lynn again as the sweethearts and May Robson (this lime as Priscilla’s independent grandmother) in “Yes, My Darling Daughter.” Others in the cast are This doesn’t happen in ’Peck's Bad Boy With the Circus,’’ new starring picture for juvenile Tommy Kelly, but it might well happen after the final fade-out. Grant Mitchell as Pa Peck, poses with Tommy in a tableau associated with woodshed discipline. Little Ann Gillis is teamed with Tommy in the comedy. Fa,y Bainter, Roland (Mr. Top per) Young, Ian Hunter, and Ge nevieve Tobin. The problem posed in this film is: “What should a mother who has always advocated freedom for women, do when she learns that her daughter has decid ed to spend a few days alone with her sweetheart before lie leaves for a job abroad? Should she stop her or let her do what she wants as she herself did when she was at her daughter’s age? * * * And another member of the cast of “Four Daughters”, John Gar field, will soon be seen in Warner Brother’s “They Made Me a Crim inal.” This is his first starring picture and it is said to be a madeto-order for him. He is magnifi(Con/inued on page 31) Fox Theatre — Now Showing For your money’s worth, buy the advertised brand always—WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 20 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 19S9 ONCE upon a time, when the winter was over in the City, there was a Child who thought he would like to go into the Street and find out for himself if the spring had truly come. It was a long, crowded Street full of mighty trucks, and day and night these trucks, carrying milk and fruit and vegetables, rumbled over the asphalt. It was a long and narrow street, crowded with many workers, and from morning until night these people jostled each other as they hurried to their work and home again. Jt was a long and noisy Street, with car bells and grinding, squeaking wheels, and shrill ing horns, and these noises were never stilled night and day. But this was the Child’s Street, and he loved it, for it had given him a bunch of li lacs in the summer, a bag of roasted chestnuts in the fall, and an orange and a toy in the winter. So he decided to go down the long stairs from his home in a tall building to walk along it. His mother was polishing the glass in their window when the Child started. All winter the coal dust and the soot from the factory chim neys had darkened the win dow, but now its glass shone like a diamond and caught the sun and broke it into a red and blue and green rainbow on their floor. His mother smiled as she worked, and she kissed the Child, saying, “Don’t stay away too long, dear, for I shall miss you.” “I’ll come back after I have asked Street Cleaner at the corner if this nice weather is going to last,” the Child said. Then he kissed her with a great hug, and skipped down the flight of dim stairs and ran out into the long, crowd ed, narorw, noisy Street. “Whoo-ee, Street Cleaner!” shouted the Child to his friend with the little white cart and long-handled brush. “What kind of a day will it be to morrow?” Street Cleaner stood at the crossing of the Street he had swept clean, and motioned to the Child to come close. He put one hand under the Child’s chin and tilted his head up, and pointed toward though his voice was very small against the roaring of the City. He jumped and hop ped, and took a kind of little rabbit-road in and out of the crowds and the trucks and the cars, every one making it safe for him, because the City loved him. And present ly the Child reached the place at a corner where the Apples-and-Oranges-Lady, wrap ped in her old coat that was THE BOY WHO SAW EASTER the roofs of the stores and the factories. The Child saw a fluttering, wandering bright butterfly there, trying its new wings in the City sunshine. The yellow butterfly had burst its winter chrysalis and flown from a long journey to the City on its frail wings. “A sign!” said the Street Cleaner. “A butterfly in our Street! Perhaps tomorow will be But terfly Day,” 1 a u g h.e d fhe Child, and this was such a happy thought that he skip ped on farther to ask his friend, the Apples-and-Oranges-Lady, about the weather. He ran along singing, even Baby Powder Distributors: Botica Boie so gayly plaided and patched, usually greeted him. Piles of fruit, like red and orange hills! A little wooden box holding pennies! The strong fruit cart with a water-proof cover to make it a tent in the rain! Where were they ? The Child wondered, but just then he saw something exciting. The Traffic Policeman raised his hand in its white glove. The trucks stopped. The Street showed a bare, empty asphalt place, but not altogether empty, for there was a little yellow pool of grain, dripped from a passing feed wagon. Around it, chirp ing and cooing and stepping daintily, were the sparrows and the pigeons of the City, feeding. The Traffic Police man held the Child’s hand and led him carefully toward the birds. “Will it be a holiday for you tomqrrow, Mr. Policeman ?” the Child asked, for he wish ed to be polite; but the Traf fic Policeman put his finger to his lips. “Ssh! Look!” he said. Ah, what did the Child see! In the circle of the sparrows and the pigeons rested a stranger! A little brown, wild bird strayed to the City from the woods, and when it had fed, it spread its wings, and sang its golden song, and soared up, up toward the far sky. “A sign!” said the Traffic Policeman, as the sparrows and pigeons flew back to their roofs and the Street began to grind and squeal and toot again. “A wild bird in our Street! Perhaps tomorrow will be Bird Day,” the Child said to himself. And then, only a little far ther on, he came to the Apples-and-Oranges-Lady. She had changed herself to fit the spring! True, she wore the same old plaided and patch ed coat and held the same wooden box for pennies, but she had a flower cart now instead of a fruit cart. Red tulips and yellow daffodils, pink hyacinths and white daisies, had taken the place of her hills of fruit. “Whoo-ee!” shouted the Child. “Here you are, and shall you need your little waterproof tent tomorrow, do you suppose?” He hoped that she might have good weather for her posies. But the Lady only smiled and looked as if she knew a secret. She selected a bright little pot of blooming red ge raniums and put it into the Child’s arms. “Now you know what tomorrow will be!” she told him. “Oh, thank you! It will be Flower Day,” cried the Child as he started home to give the geranium to his mother. Home through the long, crowded, narorw, noisy Street the Child hastened, remember(Continued on page 29) Manila, March, 1939 WQMKWS HOME JOURNAL 21 PEOPLE have been remarking, acidly or otherwise, about the tendency of the women to want to compete with their men-folk. You may recall that even in the matter of attire, the women have tried to copy their menfolk. For instance, there was that slaeks-craze begun by the glamorous Marlene Dietrich, and the women, young girls and matrons, went around in trousers. But we are sure you cannot beat the competitive spirit of the For mosan bride who had a big black mustache tattoed on her upper lip. We can only say: there are tastes and tastes, but most women would prefer to have clean-shaven lips. Harrison Foremen, the travel lec turer from whom we got. the story, writes: “These tattoed mustaches are the rage here among the rather wild young matrons of the head hunting set.” * * * DOLORES Piers, fair, slim and 26, who is at present Municipal councilor in Barcelona, describes how, everywhere in Republican Spain, women are quietly support ing the work of their menfolk. We are quoting from her: “It was not until the Republic granted us votes in 1934 that we were able to throw open many doors which had hitherto been closed to us. Women had been confined strictly to the home, the domestic round, and the convent; now they are working their way upward in all professions.” “When this war began,” she con tinued, “many women went with their menfolk to the front to care and cook for them and even to fight WOMEN ABROAD By PIA MANCIA beside them. Now women are allow ed to fight no longer, nor to stay at the front; but they carry on many auxiliary services and an im mense amount of relief work. You will find them distributing supplies, caring for air-raid victims and re fugees, running new schools and churches, and developing cultural activities in all directions. “Moreover there are five women deputies in the Cortes. The ('hid' Inspector of Prisons throughout Republic-nil Spain is a woman, and a woman is Inspector-General of Education in Valencia Province. In Madrid the Chief Censor is a wom an, while the Propaganda Depart ment of the Foreign Ministry in Barcelona is entirely staffed by women under the direction of the wife of the Chief of the Republican Air Force. Many factories too are now largely staffed by women, and women have replaced men as train conductors in Madrid.” Concluding, she said, “Women, who, for centuries have been house hold drudges or pampered nonenti ties in Spain, are, at last, gradually taking the place which belongs to them in these modern times.” At least, the war has had this one good effect. * * * flOW that the craze for' the Big Apple is on, let us talk about a sculptress, pretty, dainty, little Arline Wingate one of whose most engaging creations is the portrait of a big apple! It is just that: an enormous apple, about the size of a honey-dew melon, but done with such affectionate realism that everybody loves it. Arline Wingate calls it her revolt against politics in art. Arline Wingate is young, russet haired and charming, and has very radical friends and a conservative broker-husband. But the most in teresting thing about her is that her work is good enough to be back ed by the famous connoisseur, Julies Baches. They said that this is the first time he has ever sponsored a living artist. * * * WE witness many heroic deeds and exploits by women during these days of war-trials and duress. We have, off and on, spoken of such deeds on the Spanish frontier. These, on the Chinese, which we shall talk about are just as blood stirring. For instance, there are the Chi nese girls who are being trained as spies to ferret out military secrets and future plans of the Japanese army. They are extremely young and many of them are also very resourceful, intelligent — and very pretty. More than half of them, it is reported, are even University graduates. Their work? The training they undergo might give an idea about what they are intended to do. This training is divided into three groups: military, espionage, and propaganda. Only those who are physically fit are permitted to un dergo military training, whose pur pose is to prepare the girls for the front lines. The others take courses in professional spying and propa ganda work, according to their choice. * * * A DEFINITE war-heroine is Miss Yao Jui-fang, a typical girl sol dier of the student army unit. She joined the Chinese army some years ago when General Ma Chan-San was leading the Chinese soldiers in Manchuria. She attracted world attention .as the heroine of the Nonni river. Quite young (she is still in her 20’s), and peaceful looking, she had, nevertheless, fought at Fengtien, Jehol, and Chachar provinces, de scribing her narrow escape from the Japanese inside the city of Muk den, she told how she fought against three hundred Japanese cavalrymen in the first war in Manchuria. Everyone refers to this little Chinese girl, as charming and rosy as any young coed, as the “myste rious girl-hero”. * * * A lady who had lived in Switzer land for a long time, speaking of New Year’s celebration in that country told us how on this day, much more than on Christmas are gifts exchanged. “Little by little, however, perhaps borrowing from (Continuel on page 28) M cup butter IK cups sugar 2 eggs COCOANUT-FILLED COOKIES K cup milk 3K cups flour 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 4 teaspoons Royal K teaspoon salt Baking Powder To be a clever hostess on a small budget, serve these COCOANUT-FILLED COOKIES Protect their fine flavour and delicious texture with ROYAL—the Cream of Tartar baking powder that insures you against expensive baking failures! Cream butter; add sugar slowly, beating in well. Add 1 beaten egg, milk and vanilla; add flour, salt and baking powder which have been sifted together. Roll out thin on slightly floured board and cut into rounds with cookie cutter. 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'I i i i i i i ■ i i i r i 22 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 ^E’LL begin our “newsy bits” this time with the letters that we have received from some very important people. One came from Dr. Encarnacion Alzona, president of the Philippine Association of University Women, thanking the National Federation of Women’s Clubs “for the gracious welcome and hospitality” accorded the mem bers of the association during the last convention. Another came from Mr. Jerry Voorhis, of the House of Representatives, Washington. D. C., thanking the Federation for sending him the Woman’s Home Journal in which he might find ma terial for his progressive ideas about the improvement of woman’s condition. The third came with a donation from Mr. If. R.. Hoskins of the Upjohn Company for the Women’s convention last February. Our next batch of news deals with organizations—as usual we’ll intro duce the new officers to our Jour nal readers and to the other mem bers of our big Federation. The San Carlos Woman’s Club, Pangasinan, elected these ladies: President, Mrs. Cipriana Benitez; Vice-President, Mrs. A g r i p i n a Abar; Secretary, Miss Genovcva Cunoz; Assistant Secretary, Miss Trinidad Casillan; Treasurer, Mrs. Concepcion C u c u e c o ; Assistant Treasurer, Mrs. Lucia Gomez; Board of Directors: Mrs. Isabel Pagsolingan, Mrs. Nena Soriano, Mrs. Isabel Munoz, Mrs. Agripina Andaya, Mrs. Epifania Lapena, Mrs. Marcelina Reyes, Mrs. Luisa Padlan, Miss Leonila Mondero, Mrs. Nena Apellido. Auditors, Mrs. Ma ria Castro and Mrs. Adela Crisanto. Officers of the Pandacan Wom an’s Club, Manila, for 1939 are: President, Mi’s. Severing C. Loza no; Vice-President, Mrs. Victoria M. Zerrer; Secretary, Mrs. Luisa del Pilar; Sub-Secretarv, Miss Gregoria del Rosario; Treasurer, Mrs. Eulalia A. Orante; Sub-Treasurer, Mrs. Soledad M. Enriquez; Board FOR THE SEASON ELECTRIC FANS FOR CORRECT VENTILATION OF HOMES C1NES, OFFICES, ETC. BUY ROBBINS & MYERS EXHAUST FANS ELMAC INC. TEL. 2-3S-32 627 Rizal Ave. P. O. BOX 625 Members of the Aroroy Woman’s Club, Masbate. of Directors: Mrs. Severina Carino, Mrs. Ines Alano, Mrs. Lourdes Mauricio, Mrs. Liwayway Coronel, Mrs. Guadalupe Jiineno, Mrs. Can delaria de Guzman, Mrs. Otilia Eugenio, Mrs. Sotcra C. Rodriguez, Mrs. Hospieia Ilao, Mrs. Efigenia Paras, Mrs. Maxima Faraonda, Mrs. Dorotea Garcia. The Mainit Woman's Club, Suri gao, elected the following: Pres ident, Mrs. Severina B. Cordero; Vice-President, Mrs. Esperanza R. Reyes; Secretary, Miss Nenita Alozar; Sub-Secretary, Miss Credula Cartagena; Treasurer, Mrs. Alfrcda M. Brebiescas; Board of Directors: Mrs. Felicidad Alontaner, Mrs. Rosera R. Villapane, Mrs. Crisanta Egay, Mrs. Rafaela S. Paleleo, Mrs. Constancia Montinola, Mrs. Prima AL Domingo, Miss Justina Patacsil, Airs. Carmen S. Acot, Airs. Ca talina II. Lozada. The Rosario Woman’s Club, Batangas, has the present officers: President, Airs. Genovcva S. Gualberto; Vice-President, Aliss Aman da Tcmpli; Secretary, Airs. Sole dad E. Recto; Treasurer, Airs. Ala lia de Arguelles; Sub-Treasurer, ADs. Jovita A. Luansing; Reporter, ATjss Felicidad B. Zuno; Sergeantat-Arms, Miss Natividad Escano and Aliss Remedios Belen; Board of Directors: Airs. Inocencia Z, Luna, Airs. Josefa L. Buquir, Aliss Cris tina Templi, Airs. Teofila N. Banog. The Malabon Woman’s Club, Rizal, elected the following officers: President, Aliss Lilia de Jesus; Vice-President, Atty. Sumilang Ber nardo; Secretary, Aliss Luz Bautis ta; Treasurer, Mi’s. Alaria Luna; Sub-Treasurer, Aliss Antonia Jumeres; Board of Directors: Airs. Cecilia Alorofia, Mrs. Clemeneia Villongco, Airs. Teodorica Gaza, Aliss Rosario Sevilla, Aliss Ana de Guz man, Airs. Brigida San Jose, Airs. Encarnacion Pangilagan, Airs. Elisa Cayco, Airs. Genaro Tantores, Airs. Alaria Vda. de Carreon, Aliss Lour des Punzalan, Airs. Lorcnza Celes tino, Airs. Ester Santos, Airs. Con cepcion Paez Cruz, Airs. Ana Siochi, Aliss Ester Villongeo, Airs. Pura Gonzales, Airs. Felisa Are valo, Airs. Leonor Teeson, Mrs. Ce cilia Canicosa, Airs. Rufino Ale jandro, Airs. Alejandra Tablante, Mrs. Alaxima Vda. de Blas, Airs. Gertrudes Bautista, Airs. Candela ria Vda. de Santos, Airs. Angel La zaro. The Talisay Woman’s Club. Cebu, reorganized with the following ofClub ficers: President, Airs. Felisa G. Cabrera; Vice-President, Airs. So fia L. Canton; Treasurer, Airs. Fe lisa C. Guillermo; Secretary, Aliss Braulia Enecio; Board of Directors: Aliss Felina Campo, Aliss Lourdes Campo, Aliss Alanuela Kapa, Aliss Leonarda Caiieda, Aliss Independencia Cabanero, Airs. Cresida B. Ybafiez, Airs. Praxides L. Garces, Airs. Eleuteria C. Abarquez, Airs. Con cepcion D. Cansana, Airs. Duleisima E. Cabrera, Airs. Eutiquia L. Villa ver. The officers elected by the San Manuel Woman’s Club, Tarlac: President, Airs. Alaria Agaid; VicePresident, Airs. Petra A. del Car men; Secretary, Airs. Trinidad Almuete; Sub-Secretary, Aliss Rosa rio Atencio; Treasurer, Airs. Alagd a 1 e n a Domingo, Sub-Treasurer, Airs. Felisa Cabanting. Bulacan Provincial Federation of Women’s Clubs, Malolos, Bulacan, elected these ladies for officers: President, Airs. Nicolas Bucndia; 1st Vice-President, Airs. Ilonorata Villarama; 2nd Vice-President, Airs. Eulalia Rustia; Secretary, Airs. Sixta L. Bernardo; Treasurer, Airs. Rosa Santiago; Board of DirectorsAirs. Agapita de Crisostomo, Airs. Rita de la Alereed, Airs. Concepcion Mariano, Aliss Emiliana de la Cruz, Airs. Asuncion F. Alolina, Airs. Leonarda R. Cruz, Aliss Jacinta Villena, Airs. Alaria Alanalac, Airs. Consuelo Saginsin Santos, Aliss Isa bel Gutierrez, All’s. Alaria E. Tancinco, Airs. Atanasia Sison, Aliss Pilar Apostal, Aliss Encarnacion Gatmaytan, Aliss Concordia Tolen tino, Aliss Cristina Salvador, Airs. Andrea R. Ramos, Airs. Rosalina Quijano, Airs. Rosa T. Ligon, Aliss Pilar Reyes, Aliss Pilar Gaspar, Airs. Sixta Carlos. The Guagua Woman’s Club, Pampanga, elected these officers: Pres-, ident, Airs. Bonifaeia S. Dimzon; Vice-President, Airs. Trinidad L. Dinzon; Secretary-Treasurer, Airs. Felisa D. Goseco; Board of Direc tors: Airs. Alaria AV. Limzon, Airs. Consolacion AC Bacano, Airs. Feliza L. Utulo, Airs. Isabel D. Lopez, Airs. Alarciana R. Simpao, All’s. Adelaida S. Dijico, Airs. Rosario L. Alendiola, Aliss Belen Autug. The Maragondon Woman’s Club, Cavite, elected the following offi cers: President, Aliss Pilar Cuajunco; A'ice-President, Aliss Estalia Elizaga; Secretary, Airs. Juana S. Angeles; Treasurer, Aliss Caridad Punzalan. The Faire lUomuu’s Club, Caga yan, reorganized with the follow ing ladies elected for their offi cers: President, Airs. Teofista Singson de Reynante; Secretary, Airs. Juanita A. Bacquiran. The Ronda Woman's Club, Cebu, has the following officers: PresManila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 27 HOT WEATHER DISHES By Betty Barclay The following baked dishes are sufficiently high in food value to be used as main-course dishes on hot days. Bread crumbs furnish you with valuable carbohydrates and proteins; salmon and Lima beans also with proteins; butter with fat; while the tomatoes, lemon juice and green peas take care of the minerals and vitamins. Best of all, the dishes are good as well as being good for you. Hot Salmon Salad 2/3 cup fine dry bread crumbs V2 cup milk 1 large can (2 cups) sal mon, flaked 4 tablespoons mayonnaise 3 tablespoons lemon juice % teaspoon salt 2/3 cup cooked peas 1 tablespoon melted but ter Soak Yz cup of bread crumbs in milk about 10 minutes, reserving remaining bread crumbs for top. Mix salmon, mayonnaise, lemon juice and salt. Add soaked bread crumbs, then mix in peas lightly. Spread in greased casserole dish. Top with remaining dry bread crumbs mixed with melted butter. Bake in moderate oven at 375° F. about 30 minutes, or until crumbs are lightly browned. Serves 6. Escalloped Corn, Lima Beans and Tomatoes 2 cups cooked corn, cut from cob % cup cooked Lima beans 2 cups sliced tomatoes IV2 teaspoons salt Vs teaspoon pepper 1 cup dry bread crumbs 3 tablespoons melted but ter Mix 2 tablespoons bread crumbs with 1 tablespoon melted butter and set aside. Mix remaining ingre dients, pour into buttered baking dish. Sprinkle buttered crumbs on top and bake in moderate oven, 375° F. for 45 minutes. Serves 6. * * * From the southland, famous for its delicious cooking, come these two novel and tasty ways with which to tempt the appetite. Asparagus Tip Loaf 2 tablespoons butter 1 tablespoon flour 1 cup milk % teaspoon salt 3 eggs 1 can asparagus tips Make a thin white sauce of the butter. Hour and milk: Season: A.dd well-beaten eggs. Arrange the asparagus in a loaf pan. Pour cus tard over the top and sprinkle with buttered crumbs if desired. Bake half hour at 300 degrees F. Corn Pudding 1 tablespoon butter 1 tablespoon sugar 1 tablespoon flour 2 eggs yolks 2 cups corn % teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper 2 egg whites Melt butter, add sugar, flour and milk. Let heat until mixture reaches boiling point. Add slightly beaten egg yolks, then corn, salt and pep per. Many women "caramelize” Milkmaid Milk several tins at a time and keep them (unopened) till needed. ------------------------ SEND FOR THE MAGIC RECIPE BOOK------------------------“Milkmaid”—The Safe Milk P. O. Box 155, Manila I enclose 10 centavos in stamps, please send me a copy of “Magic Recipes.” Name......................................... ................................................... Address............. .......................................................................... WHJ—March 1939 Fold in the stiffly beaten whites, pour into a buttered baking dish and bake at 350 degrees F. 30 to 40 minutes. Serve at once. Caliente Shrimps Serve hot cooked shrimps with the following sauce: % pound butter, melted % cup lemon juice % cup catsup 1 teaspoon Worcester shire sauce 1 teaspoon paprika Sugar, to taste Mix and heat thoroughly. Serve sauce hot in individual bowls. Re move shells from shrimps and dip in the sauce one at a time. (Serves 4-5. Allow % pound large shrimps to each person.) Shrimp a la Newburg 1 pint shrimp meat 2 yolks eggs 1 cup cream 1 cup milk Place one or more unopened tins of Milkmaid Sweetened Condensed Milk in a sauce-’ pan of boiling water and keep at boiling point for three hours. Be sure to keep the can of Milkmaid Sweetened Condensed Milk well covered with water: Chill thoroughly. Remove from tin as follows: Warm tin by immersing in hot water about one minute. Punch a hole in bottom of tin, remove top with tin-opener, cutting along edge. Loosen caramel from sides of tin with a table knife dipped in hot water. Turn on to plate. Cut in slices with knife dipped in hot water. 2 tablespoons flour 4 tablespoons butter 1 teaspoon anchovy essence 1 teaspoon lemon juice Salt and paprika Melt two tablespoons butter and cook the shrimps in it, adding the seasoning. Scald the milk, melt the rest of the butter, add the flour, stir and cook together; add the hot milk, beat until smooth, then add the cream. When it reaches the boiling point, draw aside and add the yolks of the eggs, stirring as it thickens without allowing it to reach the boiling point again or it may curdle. Add the shrimps, blend all together, taste to see if seasoning is right and serve on toast, or in ramekins with toasted crackers. Creamed Shrimp 1 cup shrimps, cut up 1 % cups milk (Continued on page 31) 28 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 (Bringing Up Children Learn how to solve your problems in bringing up your children from these exper iences of other mothers se lected from PARENTS’ MA GAZINE: Quarreling Mrs. I. L. of Montana was wor ried a great deal over the quar reling of her two boys, one thir teen and the other eleven. The old er imposed on the younger one, and she had tried to eliminate this, with poor results. She had always dressed them alike, but one time when the two boys went to the city, she gave them each enough money to buy their winter clothes and told them to use their own judgment as to what they would like to wear. When they returned she was amazed at their choice and their sensible buying. They had each chosen different styles and colors and had entirely different wardrobes to show her. Now they keep their clothes in separate parts of the room and can dress with no thought of what the other is wear ing. Instead of sending them toge ther to the barber, she sent them on different days. One came home with the style of his haircut chang ed, which seemed to give him more individuality. A great deal of quar reling between them has been eli minated and Mrs. L. has been re lieved entirely of the responsibility of choosing their clothes. Mrs. A. V’s three-year-old Ruth or two-year-old Jeanne was always in an uproar because the other was using her property. Her discus sions on sharing toys were wholly ignored until in the midst of one tearful complaint she said to Ruth, “Jeanne will give it back to you. She’s just using it for a little while and then she’ll give it back to you.” Ruth said “Oh” and the storm was over. Now when one takes the other’s toy the owner in variably says, “Will you give it back to me?” and the answer is always, “Yes, I’ll give it back to you.” The knowledge that the ar ticle would be returned after the other was through using it replaced the sense of loss formerly felt. At Mrs. K’s house, whenever there is a little piece of cake or something good to divide between the two children, one divides and the other chooses first. In this way both are happy about the whole thing. Carelessness Mrs. J. B. K’s fourteen-year-old niece was very careless about pick ing up her shoes and clothing and, in general, keeping her bedroom neat and clean. Her mother spoke to her and scolded her many times but to no avail. So Mrs. K. sug gested to the girl’s mother that she allow Jane to do over her room en tirely and let her do it herself. To her imother’s surprise, Jane was more than delighted. She enameled her bed, dresser and chest of draw ers in bright red, trimmed with white. She also made curtains to match and crocheted rugs for the floor. She was quite thrilled about the whole adventure and invited all her friends to see her lovely room. Of course they went into raptures about it; this pleased her, too, and ever since Jane has kept her room spic and span. Contradicting and Interrupt ing Child Mrs. N. G’s small son always wanted the floor. If anyone began to talk he proceeded to interrupt and either contradict or give his own version of the story. Mrs. G. thought the situation over and rea lized that no part of the day was really his, when he could have a really good listener, therefore she offered him opportunities to tell her things, and she showed him what a good listener should really be, BOIE’S EMULSION is best for the anemic and convales cent because it promotes growth and builds up the blood, body, and bones. JLrLe/7TUsa_ ROBS YOUR CHILD ‘ OF HEALTH............ but. you can fight back to regain it. Give her BOIE’S EMULSION and watch each day the color come back to her cheeks, and laughter to her lips—as she steadily in creases weight. ONLY ONE PESO THE BOTTLE AT ALL DRUGSTORES & BAZAARS BOIES EmULSlOn 50% COD LIVER. OIL only joining in when she had some thing of value to offer. He has learned that “taking turns” is being done in conversation. Wallflower When Mrs. F. G. M’s Lucy was a junior in high school, her mother realized that she was being left out of her crowd because she had no boy friends. Although content with her studies and music, something had to be done. She vetoed a party, not being able to see how it could be managed. Mrs. M. took pains with her clothes but the year went by with no opening for Lucy. When fall came, mother and daughter dis cussed bringing in a small group for refreshments after an evening football game. The mother suggest ed that Jane talk to her chum who had a popular brother. They were enthusiastic and helped plan the crowd. Mrs. M. and Lucy arrang ed for the sandwiches and cocoa, nuts and cake. After the game, the guests gathered around Lucy and arrived in a crowd. Refresh ments were at once served so there were no awkward moments. The chum poured. When the refresh ments were over, the boys lengthen ed the dining room table for pingpong. Several couples danced to the radio. Soon after this, Lucy was invited to a small gathering, then to a larger party. During the holidays she had a skating group in for an oyster stew. So far she is only sure of this one type of party but it has been sufficient as she now seems to be included in this group of boys and girls. Daughter Hated Cooking The fifteen-year-old daughter of Mrs. E. E. L. hated cooking. Her mother solved the problem by help ing her form a “supper club” among her high-school friends. The young people meet at each other’s homes for an informal dinner to be pre pared by the young hostess and a committee of two chosen from her girl guests, while the boys have the task of washing the dishes. Objectionable Companions Mrs. E. P. E’s son was seventeen and her daughter fifteen when the family moved into a new neighbor hood. In finding new friends, the children chose some of whom their mother could not aipprqfve. One evening they were invited to ac company a group of young people to a place Mrs. E knew there would be objectionable element and much drinking. Instead of refusing per mission for them to go, Mi's. E ex plained to them the conditions they would probably find and told them she would rather they would take the family car and go by themselves so that they would be free to excuse themselves and go home if they found they did not care to remain for the entire evening. When the evening came neither of them men tioned going. Just recently, the daughter, now 19, said: “You know, if you had told us we couldn’t go to that party, we should most cer tainly have insisted on going.” WOMEN ABROAD (Continued from page 21) America and her celebration of Christmas as a gift day, they are adopting that custom more and more.” The Swiss kids must have the time of their lives during this season—they get gifts on Christmas and on New Year’s Day! Speaking of gift-days, a muchtravelled American related how in South America the exchanging of gifts falls on the day of the Three Kings, the logical interpretation being that on this day present were brought to the Christ-Child. And a Chinese, speaking of what to them corresponds to the Christ mas season, described the fifteenday celebration during which there is much merriment and festivity and everyone wishes everyone else long life and health and prosperity. The Siamese, on the other hand, have their celebration sometime in April, and on the day they honor Buddha. Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 29 HOLLYWOOD. . . (Continued from page 18) wide enough and soft enough. If possible, change them two or three times a day and have a variety of heel heights. HOSE: Make sure they are long enough or they’ll cramp the toes. It’s refreshing to change during the day. Wear wool socks for sports. MASSAGE: Rub in your favo rite hand lotion as far up as the ankles, massaging throughly. It will relax the feet, leave them cool and refreshed and soften the places where callouses are apt to form. EXERCISE: Walking in the sand is tops although standing on tiptoe and coming down on the heels slowly is also excellent. PEDICURE: File the nails straight across and use same shade of lacquer as for fingernails. COSMETICS: Shake a good foot foot powder over feet after the bath. Dash a bit of cologne on the stocking where it peeps out from a toe-less shoes. Keep sachet bags in the shoes when they are not in use. Grave havoc can be wrought to the skin, hair and eyes by wind and salt spray when on the beach. An drea Leeds and Dorothea Kent pro tect themselves by simple and prac tical mehods. To keep the hair from streaking and preserve the soft waves and curls they cover it with wide bands of chiffon which matches the clo thes they have on, if attired for the beach. The chiffon is wound lightly over the hair and fastened with a novelty pin at the back. To keep the hair lightly covered is most im portant as it allows the air to pene trate. If a tight band or hat is pla ced on the hair it promotes pers piration and the hair becomes straight and lank. Frequent brush ing and periodical oil shampoos tones up their scalps and strength ens their hair which would other wise become dry and dull from the sun. Particular attention is given to their eyes and skin. The end of a day spent close to the ocean found Andrea and Dorothea cleansing their skin thoroughly with cream. This was followed by a steaming towel to open the pores and then a towel soaked with ice water to remove the excess dirt and close the pores. This leaves their skin soft and glowing, but to insure against dryness, they rub in a light coating of tissue cream. An eye bath removes the dust and irritation from their eyes and while relaxing for a few moments they place pads which has been dipped in witch hazel over their lids. THE BOY. . . (Continued from page 20) ing what wonders he had seen. A yellow butterfly, and a wild bird with a golden song, and a flower cart; how much he would be able to tell his mo ther ! The City was very beautiful, and it seemd as if Spring must have truly come. Then, just as the Child reach THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP This rascal is right. Let’s not give our babies a chance to act first. Let's get started right now and buy a dozen cakes of IVORY from our dealers today. A great soap, this IVORY! I knew it the first time I was bathed with it—its lather, ever mild and kind, felt so good and refreshing too. Once my mother tried to use another soap.. . and Oh Boy, did it sting! I got so mad that I yelled and yelled. That taught her to be carefu’. I am smart, see? “Why don’t you kids be as smart as I am. Get organized and insist on your mothers giving you a better deal. It’s fun to know IVORY—it is thrilling to keep its beautiful friendship— for IVORY will help you in a big way! ed the tall building with the dim flight of stairs where he lived, the City whispered a secret to him. “Tell your mother,” the City said in a small, clear voice, like a bell above its noises, and rumbles, and grinding. Such a secret! The Child went up his stairs two steps at a time, to the room where his mother sat beside the shining window. “Tomorrow will be Easter Day!” the Child told her. “Yes,” she answered, “to morrow will be Easter Day. Now, let us set this beautiful plant on the window ledge so that our neighbors may en joy it with us.” Carolyn Sherivin Bailey. 30 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 GUIDE TO CHARM ARE YOU ADS DON’T THE next time you read one of those ads about body odor or unpleasant breath, do not laugh and say to yourself, “This does not con cern me” with such a superior air. The sad thing about unpleasant body odor or breath is that those who have it are unaware that they offend others—they are the ones who are always offended. We know a young woman who is always com plaining about the offensive body odors of others not realizing that others are also complaining about hers. The ads are right; when you have unpleasant body odor or breath, even your best friend will not tell you. You are wrong when you say, “I do not smell.” Scientists tell us that all persons not only perspire but also smell, some a little, others more, and that each person has his or her own particular odor just as each race or people has. When we perspire, our body is getting rid of waste materials through the numer ous pores in the skin and when the perspiration that does not evapor ate is allowed to remain on the body and grow stale, it gives off a very unpleasant odor. The only thing to do to prevent this is to take frequent baths to remove this unUse it also for your body and legs. Does not grow hair. TO BEAUTIFY YOUR SKIN IS IMPORTANT! — but it must also be delicately cleansed and luxuriously protected. Hinds does all three for you — that is why it is preferred. Use Hinds as a flattering powder base. When you apply Hinds your beauty is enhanced! HINDS /wneu & awifrur CREAM Ikp it akn fnr vmir hndu and lane flnoc nnt nrnui il SURE THE MEAN YOU? pleasant, stale odor from the body. At least one bath each day should be taken. When it is impossible to do this, the whole body should be sponged. During these hot days when we perspire more, and liable to smell more, two baths a day are not too frequent. Lather the whole body with scented soap and rinse off with a shower. But frequent baths are useless if you do not put on fresh garments after each. It is stale body odor that is offensive. At least wear fresh lingerie after taking a bath. Silk undergarments are so easy to wash. If you do not have enough of them to allow at least a change each day, wash what you take off at night and hang them straight on a line so that when they become dry they will not be so wrinkled and can be put on even without press ing. If you must wear a dress twice, air it in the evening. Sometimes the taint of perspira tion odor is not evident when a garment is removed. But the taint is there and grows stale. When the garment is worn the next time, it requires only the natural warmth of the body to bring out the in sidious stale odor which is so ap parent and repellent to others if Double-Duty Coiffure Herewith is the oack view ot a double-duty hair style created toi Lucille Ball to wear In "Annabel Takes a Tour." co-starring Jack Oakie. A dressed-up version of the popular page boy mode, this coiffure features a crown of soft ringlets in front, its smooth back terminating in a soft roll at the nape of the neck not to the wearer. If you want to be safe, wear a garment only once ind then have it laundered imme diately. Perspiration when allowed to remain on the garment will ruin it. To be sure that you will not of fend others, make it a daily prac tice to use a deodorant that removes odor from perspiration. Deodorants come in three forms—liquid, pow der and cream. All are easy to use but many prefer the powder form because it can also be used as a bath powder all over the body. The use of a deodorant, especially under the arms, should be part of every wom an's daily toilette. If you have a tendency to pers pire profusely, you must use an anti-perspirant. This preparation not only deodorizes but also checks perspiration. Men are always the first to no tice the lack of daintiness in a wom an, but why is it that many of them are also great offenders? It is not sissy to be dainty, as many men think; it is just being thoughtful of others. The same rules for dain tiness that apply to women should also apply to men. We must not forget to say some thing about more frequent sham poos during these hot days. Next to stale body odor, stale hair odor is the most offensive. And don’t say that you cannot smell your own hair because you can and sometimes even if you do, you- are just too lazy to wash it or you do not want to comb out yet that three-day-old coiffure you had at the beauty parlor. Your comb always tells when your hair is dirty. Now for some suggestions about keeping cool. Crisp cotton dresses are of course the rule during the hot summer days. Get acquainted with easy-to-wear house coats that over-lap at the front or open from neck to hem. If they are made with percale that are thick enough you need not wear chemise under them. Avoid dresses that are soft and stick to the body when wet. Do not wear heavy make-up. In the first place, it is difficult to keep it on because of perspiration. In the second place, it does not give you that “cool as lettuce” or “fresh as a daisy” appearance. If you use a foundation (liquid or cream) it is sure to melt in the heat. Try using hand lotion iristead—very sparingly. Many women prefer borated powder (one of those used by babies) from the heavytextured, clinging powder during the hot days. When you are out and cannot freshen yourself, try washing your hands when you feel sticky all over. You will be surprised how good you will feel by just immersing them in cold water. Carry a small bottle of hand lotion in your purse when you go out. Also some tissue hand kerchiefs to wipe off perspiration. You can throw these after using. We also have NOVELTIES in BUCKLES and DISHES of genuine MOTHER of PEARL. Come and see them at our store No. 460 Calle Dasmarinas MANILA BUTTON FACTORY, INC. Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 31 MOVIE SECTION (Continued from page 19) cent as the prizefighter who flees and hides himself in a small town because he is suspected of having committed a murder. His bewilder ment,, critics say, is a study in act ing. Gloria Dickson, gorgeous blonde, plays the role of the girl who regenerates him, and Claude Rains (the father in “Four Daugh ters” is the detective who catches Garfield but lets him go. * * * Betty Davis and Spencer Tracy for the second time won the Aca demy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences awards for the “best act ing performances of 1938.” Miss Davis was honored for her work in “Jezebel” and Tracy for his por trayal of Father Flanagan in “Boys Town”. Columbia’s “You Can’t Take It With You” was acclaimed the best motion picture production of the year, and Frank Capra re ceived an award for his direction of that film. Honors for support ing roles went to Walter Brennan for his work in “Kentucky” and Fay Bainter for her portrayal in “Jezebel”. GOSSIP When John Barrymore and little Virginia Wielder finished their roles in RKO Radio’s “The Great Man Votes,” the star asked the 11year-old actress her future plans. “Going sailing on my boat,” prompt ly answered Virginia. Investiga tion revealed that the little girl ac tually owns a small cabin cruiser, that she scrubs decks, paints wood work, polishes brass and can sail the craft like a veteran... It’s Old Home Week for Dorothy Lee, starting her screen career again on the RKO lot where for several years she was leading lady with Bert Wheeler and the late Robert Woolsey in their feature comedies. Dorothy, happily married to Ag Atwater, Chicago business man, will continue to make her home in the Windy City between pictures... George O’Brien and his wife, the former Margaret Churchill, are haunting travel bureaus. If George ean arrange his picture schedule, they hope to leave for Honolulu and South America around the first of the year on a vacation of three months... Stand-in complications developed recently in RKO’s “Love Affair” company when, on the same day, Charles Boyer’s stand-in re ceived an acting contract with an independent producer; Lee Bow man’s stand-in obtained a week’s vacation to play a bit part at an other studo, and Astrid Allwyn’s stand-in got married and gave up pictures for domesticity... It seems to be a lucky year* for the humble stand-in, RKO officials only re cently giving a term contract and a role in “The Castles” to Allan Kneip, stand-in for James Ellison. Hereafter, Kneip will be known as Roger Hunt... Actor Eddie Quillan and Director Leigh Jason now play “catch” every noon hour while on location with RKO’s Doug Cor rigan picture, “The Flying Irish man.” Jason once played baseball for New York University, while Quillan in his younger days was a semi-pro player around Pitts burgh ... * * * Films recommended by PARENTS’ MAGAZINE: Adventures of Robin Hood. A, Y-C-l. Arkansas Traveler. A, Y & CGood. Barefoot Boy. A, Y & C-3. Blockheads. A, Y & C-3. Border G-Man. A, Y & C-2. Boys Town. A, Y & C-l. Breaking The Ice. A, Y & C-3. Brother Rat. A, Y & C-Very good. Cowboy From Brooklyn. A, Y & C-2. Drums. A, Y & C-l. Ferdinand. (Walt Disney fantasy) A, Y & C-Excellent. Five of a Kind. A, Y & C-Good. The Gladiator. A, Y & C-2. Gold Mine in the Sky. A, Y & C-2. Higgins Family. A, Y & C-2. Highway Patrol. A, Y & C-2. Hold That Coed. A, Y & C-2. I’ll Give A Million. A, Y & C-2. If I Were King. A, Y & C-Excellent. In Old Mexico. A, Y & C-2. Kidnapped. A, Y & C-2, Listen Darling. A, Y & C-Good. Little Miss Broadway. A, Y & C-l. Man To Remember. A, Y & C-Very Good. Men With Wings. A, Y & C-Excellent. Mother Carev’s Chickens. A, Y & Y-l. Professor Beware. A, Y & C-l. You Can’t Take It With You. A, Y & C-l. (A means Adult, Y, Young and C, Children. 1-Excellcnt; 2-Good ; 3-Fair.) HOT WEALTHER DISHES (Contimied from page 27) V2 cup cream (or canned milk undiluted) 3 tablespoons butter 4 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon Worcester shire sauce % cup grated cheese Salt and paprika Heat the shrimps in half a cup of boiling water. Scald the milk, melt the butter, add the flour, stir and cook together; then add the hot milk all at once and beat vigo rously until it has become very smooth. Add the seasonings and the cheese, stirring until well blend ed in, then add the cream and the shrimps. May be served on slices of dry, cold toast which have been quickly dipped in and out of boil ing water, then buttered. Or serve in ramekins with thin slices of toast or toasted crackers. Shrimp Omelet (Serve 6) 6 eggs 6 tablespoons hot water 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 can shrimps 4 tablespoons lemon juice % teaspoon paprika Separate eggs, beat whites until stiff and yolks until creamy. Add hot water and baking powder to yolks. Fold in whites. Pour into a heated omelet pan which has been greased with melted butter, and cook slowly. When done crease through the center and cover half with the shrimps which have been drained, minced and seasoned with the lemon juice and paprika. Fold top half over lower half and serve immediately. Shrimp with Mushrooms 2 cups cooked shrimp % CUP mushrooms Juiue of V2 lemon 2 teaspoons tomato sauce V2 cup stock Few bread crumbs Fry shrimps in plenty of butter. Add remaining ingredients, season with salt, pepper and grated nut meg. Sprinkle with parsley. Serve on plain or toasted bread. FOR OCEAN PEARL BUTTONS Made in Manila COME TO OUR STORE AT 460 Calle Dasmarinas MANILA BUTTONS FACTORY, INC. Ask for your descriptive pamphlet from MENZI % CO., INC. 180 Juan Luna, Manila WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 SHOPPING GUIDE The next time you buy canned milk, look at the label to see if it is irradiated. This simply means that it has been passed under very powerful ultra-violet rays that in crease its calcium and phosphorus contents. The new Carnation milk is irradiated and its Vitamin D re enforced, but its cost remains the same. If you are at your wit’s end try ing to find means of making your skinny children drink more milk and therefore get stout, why not buy a can of Ovaltine and start giving it to them with milk at every meal? If you have a diffi cult time making your children go to sleep in the evenings, give warm Ovaltine to them just before bed time and watch them fall asleep in no time at all. Now that the days are hot, the youngsters will wel come cold Ovaltine drinks in the afternoons. If you do not have a beverage shaker, use an ordinary mason or preserving jar. Plaee the Ovaltine and milk mixture in it with a piece of ice. be sure the cover is tight, then shake vigor ously. Serve at once. Hershey’s has just put out a cho colate syrup which may be used to sweeten and flavor either hot or cold milk. There are directions on the label and they are easy to fol low. Summer is always ice-creammaking time. For flavoring ice cream nothing is better than one of Boie’s Fruit Extracts. You can use the same recipe for manteeado over and over again yet make it taste different each time by simply adding a new flavor. You are fa miliar with Vanilla. But why li mit yourself to that one flavor? Try Banana and Pineapple. Ice-cream reminds us of cakes and cookies. Ice-cream and cakes or cookies always go together, don’t they? When making cakes and cookies, use Royal Baking Powder if you want success with them. Es pecially when you use the recipes in the Royal Cook Book. By the way, why not send for this recipe book now, if yon do not have a copy? It is free. From foods, we jump to Cosme tics. Every year, at this time, we al ways write a piece on daintiness for the Guide to Charm page. If you will turn to this page in this issue, you will find the article on daintiness. A regular reader of ours once told us that she knew when summer arrived because she saw such an article on the Guide to Charm page. We cannot say enough on the subject and cannot too strongly advocate the use of a deodorant. If we were Santa Claus, we would give a bottle of deodorant to every woman on Christmas with instruction to her to start using it as soon as she received it so that when the hot days would arrive she would be so used to it she would not omit it from her toilette. We should give thanks to the Odorono people for putting out two strengths of their product—instant and regular —for the needs of women are not the same. Some need more pro tection than others. More and more of our friends and mere acquaintances are using Tangee lipstick for they find that it gives the most natural effect and lasts longer. Moreover, it has no drying effect and does not flake off as most lipsticks do. Once at a luncheon party, we were asked by our neighbor what kind of lip stick we were using. We told her Tangee and asked her why. “Be cause even after eating, you still have lipstick.” We looked at the other women around the table and It’s no wonder that the en tire family uses and likes Kolynos. Thousands of dentists will tell you that no ordinary toothpaste has such remarkable, antisep tic cleansing properties BRIGHTEN your SMILE with KOLYNOS saw practically all of them busy repairing damages done by the food to their lipsticks. Have you ever tried patting Co logne water on your temples to re fresh yourself or to relieve a head ache? Or dropping a few drops of it into the water for a sponge bath? Have you tried Tosca Eau de Cologne? It is manufactured by the famous company which bears only this number instead of a name: 4711. Perhaps you are just like us when it comes to buying sanitary napkins—we buy just any trade mark that is offered to us. We have just learned that Modess is superior to the others because it offers more protection and has softer fill ing that prevents chafing. Take one Modess sanitary napkin and pour water on if—the water will not pass through. Perhaps you have seen American women sporting those mother-ofpearl pins with their initials or amusing miniature animals like dogs, seahorses, fishes? Well, the Manila Button Factory on Dasmarihas Street will make for you any design for pin or buttons out of and is so safe, pleasant and economical to use. Kolynos not only keeps teeth clean and sparkling but destroys the dangerous germs that cause decay. ECONOMIZEBUY the LARGE TUBE KOLYNOS the antiseptic DENTAL CREAM 203H mother-of-pearl. If you are thinking of stocking up your medicine cabinet, do not forget Cafiaspirina, the most wellknown remedy for head-aches, Ly sol, well-known as a disinfectant, and Phillip’s Milk of Magnesia, which doctors always recommend as a laxative for both children and adults. We were surprised to learn that most men we know smoke Chester field. The reason: not only su perior flavor, mildness, low price or any other you would expect, but this—the tobacco is cut long or something so that Chesterfield smokers are not bothered by tobac co pieces sticking on the tip of then* tongues or on their lips. CLUB NEWS (Continued from page 23) Rizal, has the following ladies for their officers for 1939: President, Mrs. Fidela S. Santos; Vice-Pres ident, Miss Agapita Alejandro; Secretary, Miss Gloria Borja; As sistant Secretary, Aliss Rosario Ber nabe; Treasurer, Miss Alicia Laquindanum; Assistant Treasurer, Miss Victorina Veloso; Reporter, Miss Aurora Feljeiano. The San Marcelino Woman’s Club, Zambales, elected these offi cers: President, Miss Pelagia B. Peraltas; Vice-President, Mrs. Isa bel C. Peralta; Secretary, Mrs. Aurea F. Ordillas; Treasurer, Mrs. Rosa R. Jorson; Sub-Treasurer. Miss Angelica Udan. The Enrile Woman's Club, Caga yan, has the following officers: President, Mrs. Agripina Martinez de Guzman; Vice-President, Mrs. Enrique Gutierrez; Secretary, Miss Dolores Caranza; Sub-Secretary, Mrs. Eutropus Bariscama; Treas urer, Mrs. Maxima Pagulayan de Gocutan; Sub-Treasurer, Miss So corro Dolorfrino. The Villasis Woman’s Club, Pangasinan, has these officers: Pres ident, Miss Eulalia de Leon; VicePresident, Miss Irene Dirilo; Sec retary, Miss Lucia Abrena; Treas urer, Mrs. Petra S. Mina; Board of Directors: Mrs. Carmen Sibayan, Miss Juana Abrena, Miss Eufronia Bascos; Mrs. Maria M. Mar tinez; Mrs. Cecilia E. Ibay; Miss Leonor Arzadon, Mrs. Clemencia I. Sibayan, Mrs. Isabel F. Corrous, Mrs. Tcsalonica B. Espiritu, Miss Consoreia Itchon. The Buguey Woman’s Club elect ed the following officers: Pres ident, Mrs. Vitalina B. Ruelos; Vice-President, Mrs. Marciana Calluenz; Secretary, Mrs. Constancia Onate; Sub-Secretary, Mrs. Paula T. Asiddao; Treasurer, Mrs. Remigio W. Ligot; Sub-Treasurer, Miss Angelita Balao, Miss Conchafina Quilala; Board of Directors: Mrs. Joaquina Avila, Mrs. Joaquina Ar reola, Mrs. Isabel Balan, Mrs. Isa bel Balao, Mi's. Placida Costales, Mrs. Asuncion Feiro, Mrs. Maria Molina, Miss Filomina Rominajes, Miss Adelaida Carpio, Miss Consolaeion Lahio, Miss Eufrosina Paminson. Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL BRIEF RETURN {Continued from page 17) record’s for him. I only want to get the facts straight; but I guess I’ve got everything. I’ll let you look over my last night’s report in order to make sure I’ve got every thing just as you said it; 1’11 ask you to acknowledge it—” The trooper with the tablet turn ed up at my elbow with a typewrit ten sheaf, thick and official-looking I took it a little gingerly, feeling as if I had been handed a stick ot‘ dynamite. But the report however was, so far as 1 could remember, altogether accurate—too accurate: the implied admission that we hoped to hide the fact of murder did loom up very badly indeed, and I couldn’t dodge the fact. I finished just as Rodney arrived. “All accurate, Miss Mary?” said Gib cheerfully. “Yes,” 1 said slowly. “I sup pose it is.” “In here, Mr. Loveday,” said Jo seph; and Rodney hurried in, pan ting, red-faced and babbling. “Good God !” he cried. “Morning, Miss Mary. —Hello, Tom. Oh, you’re here, Gib. Have you got the fellow?” “Rodney,” said Cynthia repro vingly, “Captain Walthers is talk ing.” He wasn’t but it stopped Rod ney, who wiped his hot pink face with a hankerchief, and sat down. “Who told you about it?” said Gib, taking the typed sheets out of my hand. “I don’t know.... Yes, I do. It was the milkman, as I was driving in to town. He stopped me. Whole town’s rocking with it. Gosh, poor Basil! Who did it?” Gib said quietly: “I’d like to know. Who else lives on this road, besides you folks, Miss Mary, and Loveday and Evans?’ “Nobody,” said Rodney, answer ing for me. “That is, there’s the Marquis place, but it’s closed; they’re abroad this summer. And the Collinses near Alastair’s place; they’re gone too. Nobodv else. Why?” “It’s not a busy road,” said Gib slowly. “Tn fact, it’s pretty well deserted—not verv many strangers along, I imagine.” Tom got up abruptly and walked to the door. T glanced at him, and was struck by something fixed in his face and followed his eyes. I too, by turning my head, could sec into the garden, and there was Jen ny with Alastair Evans, standing in the shadow of the hedge—Alas tair’s arms lightly around Jenny, and looking up at him in an oddly confiding way. Tom opened the door, and said clearly: “Alastair—you’re wanted.” “Oh, is Evans out there,” said Gib quickly. “Good. Tell him ter come in. While we’re together,’’ he added neatly, “we may be able to get somewhere.” Jenny came in, followed bv Alas tair, who looked at Tom and. said smiling: “Hello. Sherlock. .. . Good morning, Miss Mary. I'm so sorry-— Hello, Cynthia—” He nodded easily to Gib and the troopers, and Jenny cam’, and sat on the window-seat beside me. And Gib Walthers and Tom bet ween them, without warning, pro ceeded to put us all through a pro longed bout of questions. It was rather comforting to hear the captain of police ask Cynthia CAN BE YOURS FOR ONLY A FEW CENTS A DAY i ________________________________ I ---------------------------------- MAIL THIS COUPON NOW | Exclusive Distributors for the P. I. IERLANGER & GALINGER, I Iloilo Baguio Bacolod MANILA Cebu Lucena I Gentlemen: Please send me without obligation, complete information on the Xcir | Kerosene Refrigerator. | Name............................................................................ 'Greet................................................. | City and Rodney Loveday and Alastair Evans (and even Joseph, whom they called in), exactly the same questions they had asked us the night before, only perhaps not so many of them. They began with Alastair, who said he didn’t know Basil was alive, didn’t know that lie had returned and was inexpress ibly shocked (though his cool and suave voice didn’t express much shock) at hearing the sad news. “Who told you?” said Gib. It was again the milkman. “And you had no suspicion that Basil actually wasn’t killed in the plane crash?” “None,” said Alastair definitely. Gib turned to Rodney. “What about it, Loveday? Did you see anything out of the or(Continued on next page) Inc. | Dagupan | Electrolux, th —I M WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BRIEF RETURN (Continued from page 33) dinary? I believe there’s a view of the public road from your porch.” “Yes, there is,” said Rodney. “But I can’t think of noting any thing or anybody in particular. Oh, there are always a few cars. I don’t remember anything at all, though, that caught my attention. Do you, Cynthia ?” Cynthia took the ball of her hand kerchief away from her mouth, said, “No,” and returned it. Alastair’ glanced at her once, dark eyes enig matic. “You folks were at home last night, then?” “Oh, yes,” said Rodney, and Cyn thia took her handkerchief away and said: “Both of us. All evening. No one came, and neither of us went out.” She spoke briefly and defi nitely and in a kind of businesslike way which wasn’t like Cynthia, and puzzled me for a moment until I realized that she had forgotten that these were men. It was the only time I ever knew her to turn off the charm. Gib turned to Rodney. “You were manager of the Houl den factory, weren’t you? Did you advise selling?” “Well, yes and no,” said Rodney. “I thought Miss Mary was right to sell, since she had a good cash of fer and wouldn’t want to be bo thered with a business she knew nothing about. I knew, too, that she wanted to secure a sum of mo ney for Alice. It did mean that I was out of a job, and a job that paid me well. However, that’s all right. I understood how Miss Mary felt about it; anyway she owned the thing.” “In just what condition was the factory? Was everything all right? I mean, flourishing?” “There was always a good steady income from it; Basil didn’t need the income, but it was more than paying its way. Everything was perfectly aboveboard, if that’s what you mean. I was paid a salary and a good one; I had no control whatever over disbursements. Tf you’re looking for a motive for Ba sil’s murder—I mean—well, hang it, what I mean is this and I’m going to say it right out: I didn’t embezzle and then kill Basil to keep him from finding out about it. There wasn’t an earthly chance for anybody to embezzle. You can go into all the books; there’s not a penny unaccounted for.” “All right, Loveday. I had no thought of such a motive. Now, in your business association with him, is there anything you can .think of — any disagreement, say with a former employee, anything at all that you think we ought to know? Do you know of anybody who had anv kind of grudge to pav off?” Rodney rubbed his hands through his thin blond hair and said finally: “No. He had little to do with the active management of the thing. Besides, it ran smoothly enough; we never had strikes or labor trouble.” Gib said thoughtfully: “Do any of yon know of anyone who had quarreled with Basil? Anypne who might haw had a grudge? How about it, Evans? You were his best friend.” Alastair put bis hand to his face in a familiar gesture; his hand covered part of the scar and cast a shadow on the whole. And I wondered again that he could have forgiven Basil. He said slowly, his brilliant eyes on Gib, that he knew of no one. “Basil was my best friend, yes. But he didn’t let me know, even, that he had survived the plane crash. So you see how confidential he was with me.” “Did you too inherit at his death ?” “Not a cent,” said Alastair, smil ing. “So far as my personal con cerns go, I was completely unaf fected by Basil’s life or death. I had only friendly affection for him.” It was only chance that I hap pened to be watching Cynthia. And thus happened to see what no ones else saw and that was the cu rious little smile that crossed her face when Alastair declared his re gard for Basil. It must have been around noon when at last they went. Noon with the sun blazing fiercely down from a hot blue sky and reports already arriving. Tom made a statement for us which didn’t actually state anything. And after a while Gib had the back part of the house, the lawn and lake and garden set aside for us, and the police were given orders not to let reporters come nearer the house than the front drive. Alastair went away as soon as Gib and Tom had gone. Cynthia and Rodney stayed to lunch. It was as salad came in, a little limp on account of the heat, that Jenny was called to the telephone. It was the telegraph-office calling, and they said her message to Ro bert had been returned and he couldn’t be located. “He must be out on location.” said Jenny. “I told them to send it to the office of the company he works for. They ought to know where he is.” Rodney held a forkful of very languid aspic suspended in mid-air and looked dreamy. “It’d be funny if he turned up somewhere around here,” he said. Cynthia’s eyes jerked toward him. “Robert Braith here! Why, then—” “But he wasn’t here,” I said de finitely. “So don’t go thinking he killed Basil.” “Well,” said Cynthia slowly. “Somebody killed him, and I don’t know who’d have more cause to do so than Robert.” They went away soon after lunch, and Jenny and I decided to let the telegrams to the kin wait, in view of the highly unusual circumstances of Basil’s demist, and I made her go to her room for a rest. I tried to rest too. I doubt if either of us was successful. About five I had a shower and change and went downstairs for iced tea on the terrace at the rear. Here Jenny joined me, cool-looking in a thin white dress with her hair a little moist from a shower, and asked if Alastair had been here. “You mean just now? No.” “Oh,” said Jenny, and looked down at the bridge over the lake It was the path Alastair nsua'lv took when he came to Tenacre. Tom Tucker, however, turned up about fifteen minutes later, fresh and smart in white linen, a blue cornflower in his buttonhole. “Cynthia gave it to me.” he said as I lifted an eyebrow in the di rection of the flower. He Grinned a little. “I stopped by there on my way out.” “Nice of Cynthia.” said Jenny. He fumbled in his pocket and nut a tangle of blue threads in my hand. “You weren’t made for a criminal career, Miss Mary,” he said. “This was hanging in the laurel bushes.” I took it. Tt was of course, the blue hair-net I wear at night. “Tom,” I said, “what about Ba sil’s bags? Wasn’t there anything in them that might be a clue? Where had he been all this year?” Ho became sober at once and sat down near me. “There wasn’t any thin? that was a clue. We’re hav ing him traced, but there’s no news so far. No news either of Alice, and we can’t reach Robert.” Jenny leaned forward. “Tom,” HOBBIES IN HOLLYWOOD she said earnestly, “can’t you give up this hunt for Alice?” “Jenny, I can’t do that. Not when it’s murder. You don’t un derstand.” “Who would understand such — such cruelty!” she answered. Tom’s tanned face had a gray looked. “Very well, Jenny. Now let’s get down to business. Where’s Alice? We can’t find any due to her departure. She must have gone by train, but there’s only one train out of Turnford, and that’s at three in the morning and goes north, and Alice didn’t get on it. Not at Turn ford, anyway; there were no pass engers. And that’s the only way out for her. There’s no bus this morning, and the bus goes through at Little Turnford crossing, which is twelve miles from hero. Nobody has seen her. Nobody knows any thing about her. The only possibil ity is hitch-hiking, and I don’t see Alice doing that.” I interrupted: “What of the man Coliani claims he saw? Gib said he had told you of it.” He glanced briefly at me. “Yes. Not only told us but three different points where his man entered the woods. He also says be was tall and short, thin and fat, and that his bag wasn’t a bag but a roll of sticks. We looked all around that side- of the road, but aside from a few broken ferns there was nothing. Anything might have For your money’s worth, buy the advertised brand always—WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 36 broken the ferns—a dog or—” He stopped and looked at me and said abruptly: “Where’s Basil’s dog?” “I don’t know. He’s not been around all day. Gone on a hunt, I imagine. All the same, there probably was a man; it’s almost certainly he had shot Basil.” “Why?” “I don’t know why, but having known Basil, I’d say there might be a motive.” “I meant, why do you think Coliani’s man shot Basil?” “Because there’s no one else,” I said blandly. “Unless you did it. You were here, you know, Tom. And you were just getting home, weren’t you, when I telephoned to you ?” Tom said something like “Huh?” in a rather startled way, and I pressed the point. “It was after two o’clock. What time did you leave here, Tom? Af ter you saw Jenny and Basil, I mean.” He grinned a little, but still look ed rather queer and said: “I don’t know. About one, I imagine. And you’re right; I didn’t get home till about two, and I came in the door just as Mori was at the telephone telling you I wasn’t in. But I as sure you I didn’t shoot Basil.” A small spark came in Jenny’s eyes and she said in too sweet a voice: “Where had you gone in the interval, Tommy? Let’s trade BARTER By HERMINIA ANCHETA For the glint of stars in your eyes, that are Pools of loveliness in a moonlight night, For a touch of your rose-petaled cheeks, For a gleam of sunshine in your smiles For a cup of ambrosia from your lips, For a uihiff of the scent of a garland Of white sampaguita flowers on your hair, For a ring of your laughter, like The fading strains of a hopeless love-song, And for a cozy corner in your heart: I’d readily give up my wandering life, I’d gladly barter my lonely soul. alibis.” “All right. I drove out in the country to see a patient. Now let’s have yours. Where were you be tween one and two?” The little spark that made Jenny seem more like herself vanished as unexpectedly as it came, and a blank, sti'ff look came over her face. “I’ve told you. And I’ve told Gib.” Tom’s eyes met only defiance in hers; after a moment he got up and said to me: “Miss Mary — stroll down to the drive with me, will you?” I rose, of course. Jenny, some thing baffled but still deeply de fiant in her face, watched us go. But we didn’t walk down the driveway. We went instead across the greep lawn to the little wooden footbridge and walked upon it. And Tom said, without looking at me: “We’ve found it—the re volver.” I knew what was coming. It came. “It was in the river. Just below where Basil was shot. And it’s Jenny’s revolver. I couldn’t keep Gib from knowing; he got the re gister number from it.” He turned then, seeking my eyes with a terrible deep question in his own. But he didn’t say a word about the cane-knife. From the shrubbery at the edge of the lawn the kitten poked his little black face, surveyed us a little scornfully, meowed once and went back, apparently, to sleep. “Jenny Shore didn’t kill anybody. If that’s what you mean,” I said definitely. And as I said it, a very strange thing happened to me, and that was instant and unquestion able conviction that I spoke the truth. “Did you know Jenny had a gun?” asked Tom. There was, of course, no use in evading. “Yes, she had a revolver. She bought it down at Summerville’s hardware store in the village. In March, I think. We were alone so much, and the house so far from the highway. We thought it a good idea to have a gun in the house.” He frowned down at the water. “Who took care of it—you or Jenny?” “I—I believe it was somewhere in Jenny’s room, but anyone could have had access to it. There are no locks in her room. And it’s been months since I’ve seen the thing. Anybody could have taken it, Tom; callers, servants—anybody prowling through the house—” “You haven’t had any burglars, have you? If you have had, it wasn’t reported.” “No. But—oh, there are a hun dred ways the gun could have been removed. Perhaps Jenny herself brought it downstairs and left it (Continued on next page) Salad-making is such a simple thing demanding only a simple set of rules, an understanding hand. A little of this, a dash of that, skillfully combined with thus and so—perhaps a few left overs thrown in for good measure and there’s your salad. Crisp, cool, colorful and correct — these are the rules if you would sail the salad seas of smartness. Crisp for eye-appeal, and along with that, fresh and dry. Cold, yes, even the salad plates, if you would tempt that palate. Colorful—of course. And Correct—how important that is—and in order to be sure that it will be correct use only DURKEE’S Obtainable at the better groceries SALAD OIL SALAD AID MAYONNAISE FRENCH DRESSING 86 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BRIEF RETURN (Contimied from page 35) somewhere—” After a moment he said: “We don’t have the ballistics report vet. Until then there is no proof that it was that revolver that was used.” It was a statement, not particularly hopeful. “Oh, you have the bullet that killed Basil?” “Naturally. The revolver was loaded; one shot had been fired from it.” “Tom, you can’t suspect Jenny?” He didn’t answer al once. And then be only said, still not looking at me: “I didn’t think so last night.” “And now—” Again he hesitated. And then, “You see,” said Tom finally and obliquely, “we’ve got to find Alice.” “Do you mean—” “I mean,” said Tom brusquely as if he’d reached some decision, “that Alice has a tremendous influence over Jenny. A ridiculous influence upon her.” “Listen to me, Tom Tucker: If you mean that Alice wanted Basil out of the way and persuaded Jen ny to kill him. it—why, it’s absurd. Jenny’s—got too much sense. You can’t seriously consider such a far fetched hypothesis.” He looked at the cornflower, drooping now from his buttonhole, and dropped it over the railing into the lake. The black swan mistook it for food, and swam out hurriedly and greedily. Tom stood up straight. “I don’t mean anything,” he said. “Let’s go back to the house. Of course, you know what this revol ver means. Gib told me to find out what I could about it, but he and the State’s Attorney will be after Jenny like hawks.” Freckles Secretly and Quickly Removed/ SUDnuifs Freckle Cream bleaches them out while yon sleep. Leaves the akin soft and while—the com. flexion fresh, clear and naturaL For n years thousands of users have endorsed It. So easy to use. The first Jar proves Its magic worth. CREMA BELLA AURORA Rsmores T Whitens Freckles 1 The Skin For sale at all good drug stores Stillman Co., Manufacturers, Aurora, Ill., U. S. A. SEA-FEVER By JOHN MASEFIELD I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely slea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind's tong and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn break ing. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the run ning tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale's way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip's over. We had dinner alone, Jenny and I, with no place set for Alice. Dusk came gently to the birchwood and across the lake and by nine o’clock that night we still hadn’t heard from Robert or from his of fice and still knew nothing of Alice’s whereabouts. For lack of something better to do, I wrote a letter to him and sent it to be mailed. Alastair telephoned about nine-thirty and talked to Jepnv briefly, and I didn’t hear her re plies. The night was hot, and we went to bed as soon as we decently could. But I could not sleep; and about two o’clock I got up and went downstairs. Hot milk. I told my self, was the thing. The light was on as always above the stairway; I went quietly down and into the pantry, and after foraging in the refrigerator and finding milk and cold chicken, I went on into the kitchen—a large old-fashioned kit chen, with many windows. The pan try door swung gently to behind me, and I moved quietly about heating the milk, while the blank, hinged black windows watched me. Indeed it began to seem to me that windows were actuallv and in point of fact watching. It was so strong a feeling of eyes somewhere watching me that I went at last, to the windows toward the kennels, intending to look out and satisfy myself that no one was there. It was a mistaken impulse on my part. For as I approached the window, something beyond that black pane ducked swifly out of sight.... I left all the kitchen lights burn ing and the cold chicken and milk on the table and hurried upstair through a still silent house. I lock ed my door. After a while I had argued my self into accepting the inflection theory—and next morning did not tell Cook how or why the milk was left out. But the next morning, too, after breakfast Joseph found a curious thing and brought it to me. It was a rope, short, perhaps ten feet, and frayed at both ends. “Where was it? Why did you bring it to me?” “It was on the grass just below the kitchen windows, Miss Mary,” said Joseph. “And no one remem bers leaving it there.” “Is it like any other rope that , we have about?” “Yes’m. It’s a common weight. But—” “But what, Joseph?” “I only wanted you to see it, Miss Mary,” said Joseph. He went away, an inscrutable look in his dark old face. Early that morning, too, Captain Walthers telephoned to get a des cription of the dress Alice had worn when she went away. Jenny gave it to him—and if Alice ever in her life had a dark brown dress with green spots on it, then I had ne ver seen her wear it. Alice, blonde, clung to pastels and navy blue. Jenny wouldn’t look at me when she came back to the table. After breakfast I went to look for Hugo and didn’t find him. Co ming back through the garden, I encountered Alastair. He was standing on the footbridge, smok ing, and seeing me, came to meet me. We also have NOVELTIES in BUCKLES and DISHES of genuine MOTHER of PEARL. Come and see them at our store No. 460 Calle Dasmarinas MANILA BUTTON FACTORY, INC. He smiled and said: “The re porters were at my house this morn ing too. Wanted me to do a story about Basil. ‘What I Knew of Ba sil Houlden.’ ‘Best Friend’s Story of the Enoch Arden Murder.’ How are you this morning, Miss Mary?” “How do you suppose I am?” I inquired not very graciously. “By the way, our dog—rather, Basil’s dog—has disappeared. You haven’t seen him, have you?” He said no, without much inter est. Then Jenny came out on the terrace, and as if the flutter of her white dress spoke, he turned in stantly and saw her. And again I didn’t like the way Jenny came quickly,—almost eagerly, indeed,— down the steps and the path to meet him. I went on into the house. He didn’t stay long, however, for when I got back from telephoning to Torn to ask if he or the police bad any news at all, he had gone, and Jenny was sitting on the terrace steps with her chin in her hands and the kitten playing with the ties of her white linen sport-shoes. Tom had given me no informa tion whatever—in the nicest pos sible way. I didnt know whether or not to tell Jenny about the re volver. I felt that I ought to warn her, give her a chance to prepare, if necessary, some explanation for it. But on the other hand, for Jen ny’s own protection perhaps she ought not to be given that chance. She hadn’t shot Basil, and I was sure of it; therefore the best thing for Jenny was to induce her, some how, to tell the truth. About eleven o’clock however, as nobody came and my seething ner vousness approached a boilingpoint, I suggested to Jenny that we drive to the village after the papers and mail. Jenny rather apathetically ag reed; we took the station wagon, and Jenny drove. She hadn’t more than got the engine started and was about to back out of the ga rage, however, when a trooper turn ed up beside us, a sergeant by his uniform and very lean and bronzed and hard-looking. “Going out, Miss Drace?” asked the sergeant. “Just to town,” I explained a little nervously. “We’ll be back in a few minutes.” “All right,” he said, and scribbled something on a pad of paper he drew from his pocket. “Give this to the fellows at the entrance,” he said. “I—I wouldn’t be gone long if I was you, Miss Drace,” he ad ded with the pleasantest possible Don’t guess, buy the advertised brand—WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL manner. Jenny let in the clutch, and we jerked backward, whirled around and went rather quickly down the drive. We stopped at the entrance as several State troopers, two of them in goggles and on motorcy cles, moved forward. They took the slip of paper and one of them said: ‘‘All right. Go ahead.” But we were scarcely around the curve when the two motorcycles caught up with us and stayed with us all the way into town. It was a little disconcerting. It seemed to me that the street and the square were very full of people, none of whom seemed to have much to do but loiter in clus ters, and all of whom stared at us and nudged each other. Heads turned all along as I went into the post office. There was. of course, no mail, so I came out and went into the drug-store next door. I got newspapers and some ci garettes for Jenny and cold cream for myself which I didn’t need and still, peering out the windows which faced the street, saw nothing of Tom. ‘T guess this been a shock to you, Miss Draee,” said Eddie wrap ping my cold cream slowly. “They say yon didn’t have any idea Basil was still alive?” “No, of course not. None of us knew it.” “Too bad. Everybody feels mighty sorry for Miss Alice.” He tied the string and then retied it. “Where is Miss Alice?” “She will be hack in a day or two,” I said—I hoped confusingly, for Eddie is a purveyor of news. “May I use your telephone?” He waved at the booth, and I put in a wholly unnecessary call to Cook, my eyes on as much of the square as I could see through the little glass window in the tele phone booth. There still wasn’t anything however, except Rodney Loveday, who came into the drug store to complain about a film that had or had not been sent away to be developed. It was very hot in the booth, so T was forced presently to emere'e. And I got the only scrap of news our expedition uncovered from Rod ney. “Mrs. Loveday brought the roll in,” Eddie was saying as I came out. “How was I to know—” “When did you send it away—” began Rodney sputteringly; then he saw me. “Why, Miss Mary!” He was very hot and pink and in his shirt-sleeves, with collar open and no tie. He accompanied me to the station-wagon, politely carrying my newspapers. “Have you anv news of the mur der?” I asked him, as T got into the seat beside Jenny. “I was about to ask if vou had,” he said. “All I know is they’ve cot Coliani over there now. Some thing about the man he claims he saw. Have you had word from Alice?” “No, not yet. Coliani’s man is the only clue to the real murderr that I know of.” “Well, that’s something,” said Rodney, wiping his hot forehead. “It must have been done by some tramp or burglar. Where do you suppose Alice has gone to?” It’s queer but up to that very instant I hadn’t any doubt thatAlice had gone of her own free will. But just then, there in the bright hot sun, I thought: Suppose Alice hadn’t gone to Ro bert, after all. The woods stretched around us on all sides; Tenacre isn’t just ten acres but a hundred and ten, most of it in woodland with, at some distance from the house, patches of swamp. Rodney must have seen something of the horror of the thought flash across my face, for he said quickbv: “You’ll hear from her soon. Don’t worry. She’s gone to Ro bert, of course.” Jenny, luckily, hadn’t caught our unspoken thought. She said: “How’s Cynthia?” “She’s sort of under the weather,” said Rodney, looking worried, as he did when anything threatened Cynthia. “Nothing much; heat, I imagine. Tom came in to see her this morning.” “Oh,” said Jenny. “Ready, Cousin Mary?” Her fingers tightened on the starter. Rodney had to shout the bit of news he gave us over the rattle of the engine: “Bales is in town. Came this morning.” “Who’s Bales?” shouted Jenny. “The State’s Attorney. For the inquest, tomorrow.” I suppose it was fortunate Rod ney had warned us of the arrival of the State’s Attorney. But still we were not exactly prepared for them all when they arrived as they did shortly after lunch. Tom, of course, came along. They began at once, or rather Tom did, looking awfully white and tense around the mouth as if he hated to say what he had to say. And he made it as easy as he could by offering her an out. For he said: “Jenny, don’t get upset about this, but you sec the revolver you and Miss Mary bought last spring has been found. It was in the bed of Houlden River below the bridge. I expect Miss Mary told you we had found it.” At his first word Jenny’s face had become so rigid you couldn’t tell what she was feeling, and Tom went on quickly, explaining, giving her a chance. “We found it and it was sent into town for a ballistics expert’s report on it, and on the bullet that killed Basil.” “And you now have the report?” (Continuel on next page) MANILA DOCTOR TELLS BENEFITS OF QUAKER OATS YOU'RE RUN DOWN AND NERVOUS. YOUR SYSTEM NEEDS A GENEROUS SUPPLY OF VITAMIN B EVERY DAY content ts E ... VITAMIN B NOURISHES THE NERVES CURBS CONSTIPA- ) > TION. QUAKER OATS IS RICH IN VITAMIN B. 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Cooks in 2^2 minutes. tt WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BRIEF RETURN (Continued from page 37) said Jenny in the quietest, coldest little voice. “Well—yes.” “I suppose you’ve come to arrest me?” Gib Walthers said: “No. certain ly not, Miss Jenny. Just tell us what you know of the revolver.” “Then the bullet did come from that revolver?” “Not two ways about it, Miss Jenny. That revolver of yours fired that bullet. It is your revol ver, isn’t it?” “No more hers than mine,” I in tervened. “We talked about getting it and decided we’d better have one, since we were so much alone.” “Where’d you keep it?” asked G-ib, looking at Jenny. “In—upstairs in my room.” “When did you last see it? Don’t be scared, now.” Jenny moistened her lips and said she wasn’t awfully sure. She had kept it in a drawer of her dressing table and had forgotten about it. “You didn’t know it was gone?” said G-ib. “Oh, yes. Naturally after the murder, and when I knew Basil had been shot, I thought of the revol ver and went and looked and it—it wasn’t there. So I—well, that’s all. It wasn’t there.” “But you claim you didn’t shoot Basil Houlden yourself?” rumbled the State’s Attorney suddenly. “I didn’t kill Basil Houlden,” replied Jenny firmly. “Jenny,” said Tom, “No doubt you handled the gun recently—mov ed it about in the drawer—or pick ed it up to see if it was loaded. There are several fingerprints on it: yours, Jenny; one of Joseph’s; one of Miss Mary’s. The prints were a little smudged in the necessary handling involved in getting the gun out of the water. But enough re cognizable bits remained to give us four prints.” “Who—” began Jenny, and Tom said quickly: “Basil’s was the fourth. But it wasn’t suicide. There’s no possibility of suicide.” Again the State’s Attorney rum bled: “The point is, Miss Shore, the matter of your own fingerprints; ean you satisfactorily explain it?” “Naturally my fingerprints would be on the gun,” said Jenny. “I wouldn’t think of wiping them off—why should I? You see—well —I didn’t tell you the truth about the gun, Mr. Walthers. I’m going to now.” Tom took a quick step forward as if to stop her, but she went on quickly: “I didn’t tell you the truth about the revolver just now. I was afraid to. But I see now I was wrong. You see I—I did take the revolver out of the drawer where I kept it. I took it out the —the afternoon of Basil’s return. I had heard a noise in the shrub bery the night before, and it made me think there was some one around the house. So I took the revolver out and took it downstairs and— well, I don’t know what happened to it. I think it was in the green house.” Gib Walthers said: “What do you mean? Why the greenhouse?” “Well,” said Jenny, “I—I had it in my hand, and the flower basket was on the hall table, and I put it down in the basket tempo rarily and—” “And what?” said Tom as she stopped. “Well, I went to the telephone, and I suppose I simply forgot the flower-basket and the revolver. At any rate Joseph took the basket out to the greenhouse, and must have taken the revolver along with it; there were scissors and some tulip catalogues in the basket too. He may not have noticed the gun.” Jenny was not a good liar. But the trouble was that in the interstices of the lie there ran a curious thread of truth. There was something about that specious story that was true, something Jenny wanted us to know. Tom must have extracted from it the same im pression that I did, for he was looking extremely perplexed and angry. But to G-ib and the State’s At torney it must have seemed only a lame attempt to shift responsibility for the revolver. Well, they questioned her about it, Gib and the State’s Attorney, and with every answer she made it seemed more and more evident that, again, she was forcing her self to tell an involved and specious story. Joseph, however, sent for by Gib, immediately corroborated it. He had taken the flower-basket to the greenhouse, and there had been some things in it, but he didn’t know what. PIMPLE-CHAfER IB liiTmriml l| ( TRADE MARK 1 < HAS ER || an External application Why is Actone so effective? Why does it remove surface pimples and thrill you w'ith a clear skin? Because Actone is a liquid—it’s so easy to apply—dries imme diately — is then invisible — invites fre quent use. That gets results. Users say —“I can’t say enough for it.”—“Wish I’d known of Actone years ago.” P2.00 at your druggist. Stillman’s Actone. 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I told my story briefly too, just as I had told it to Tom; but I was still, mainly, haunted by thoughts of Alice—and the shaded secret depths of woods and swamp. “You ought to find Alice,” I said. “And the cane-knife.” Tom said: “Cane-knife?’’ I explained as well as I could; and when they asked why I hadn’t told of it before, I replied that I’d forgotten it in the first place; be sides, Basil had been shot. It was only later, when I realized that it must have been removed from the bridge during those ten minutes or so when I was at the house tele phoning and talking to Jenny, that it began to seem important. Im portant at least as evidence of an intruder. Tom looked at me a little oddly; the State’s Attorney frowned, and Gib Walthers said: “Nobody’s ever had to tell you to come in out of the rain, have they, Miss Mary?” “Captain Walthers,” I said with dignity. “I am not a detective. It is neither my intention nor desire to become one.” It was six o’clock before they left, and the shadow’s were long again on the grass. Departing, Gib told us wdiat we already knew, that the inquest was to take place the following day. “At eleven,” said Gib. “At the town meeting-hall. Yrou and Miss Jenny will be asked to tell what A MEMBER OF THE JUDGE HARDY SERIES Ann Rutherford came to MetroGoldwyn-Mayer to play in a short subject. “Annie Laurie”. She was then signed as a featured player and has since become Andy Hardy’s love interest in the Judge Hardy series. you’ve told us.” And that night, quietly, in the little bare telephone office above the bank Myrtle Shultz was mur dered. She was alone, on night duty, quite as usual. Somebody tried and tailed to get Central and wanted to make a call to California during the cheap night rates. In exaspe ration (it was John Poeltz) he walked up to the telephone office and found her there on the floor w'ith her skull fractured and blood everywhere and all the signals burn ing red. But instead of clearing Jenny, it only made things worse. The first we know of the murder was just after breakfast the follow, ing morning. I was making a hunt for the kitten’s bell and harness, mainly for lack of something better to do. Early that morning some one from Bales’ office telephoned to say that the inquest had been post poned, but didn’t say why, or when it would take place. And then Rod ney came, hurrying up the hill, very excited, and asked if we’d heard. We both said, “What?” and he told us. “Myrtle Shultz. Murdered. Last night. Nobody knows who did it.” “Myrtle Shultz. Who is—” “The telephone operator. One of them. The girl on night duty. There’s only one at night, and three in the daytime.” I made him sit dow’n and handed him a fan. Jenny just stood there, white as her dress, the kitten still poised on her shoulder, staring at him. “State police all over the place,” panted Rodney. “Had me on the carpet soon as I told ’em I was in my office last night. They don’t know eactlv when it happened. I didn’t hear a thing. Horrible—girl murdered right in the same build“IIow?” said Jenny in the Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 39 strangest voice in the world. “Skull fractured. Blood. No weapon found.” “She wasn’t — shot, then,” said Jenny; and Rodney, again staring, said, no, and began to fan, and told us as much as was yet known of the story. The main point was that nobody knew exactly what time the mur der had occurred. She’d gone on duty at nine, relieving two other girls. The third daytime girl had already left at six. But the night calls are very infrequent, and Myr tle handled the switchboard from nine to six alone. There was a lit tle couch in the telephone office back of a screen, and an electric plate so she could fix herself a midnight snack if she wanted to. That night she had made no coffee, and there were no soiled dishes, which would indicate that she was killed before midnight, had there been a regular time for her to eat. But there wasn’t; the girls who worked there and knew her said she had no set time for her little lunch. And John Ploetz found her dead at something after two o’clock. John Ploetz was our baker, and worked at night; his daughter was a stenographer for some moving picture company in Hollywood, and he always waited till late to tele phone to her in order to profit by night rates. Rodney, who had left the office, he said, at twelve-thirty, had heard THE MYSTERY By RALPH HODGSON He came and took me by the hand Up to a red rose tree, He kept His meaning to Himself But gave a rose to me. I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see. and seen nothing. lie passed the door to the telephone-office, and it was closed, which was unsual on so hot a night, but he’d thought no thing of it and gone home. “But it’s almost impossible for all that to happen, quiet as it is in the building at night, without me hearing it. I don’t believe she was murdered till later. I can’t believe it. Surely the poor girl would scream foi’ help.” “What are they doing?” “The police? Trying to discover the earliest signal for Central that wasn’t answered. Several people have come forward saying they tried to telephone during the night and couldn’t get Central. It’s a small switchboard. Most of the late night calls arc to and from New York and the country residents. Very few village calls, they say, late.” That, as nearly as I ean trust mv memory, was all we knew of the thing when the State’s Attorney and the captain of police arrived as they did, around noon, accompa nied as usual by a policeman on a motorcycle. Rodney had had to go; Cynthia was still under the weather, he said, and upset by this latest tragedy. He’d only come to tell us and to ask if we wanted him and Cynthia to come up to Tenacre for a few days. Jenny promptly said, no, we didn’t. I thanked him; there were always, I added a little bitter ly, policemen around the place, so we were perfectly safe. Well, as I say, the whole parcel of them arrived shortly after; and they came out immediately with the really horrible and unexpected thing that had brought them there, and that was what they called a link — between the murder of the little telephone girl and Jenny! Tom wasn’t with them this time; he had a patient, I supposed. So Bales had it all his own way. “What do you mean by a link?” I demanded. “We didn’t even know the poor child. I’ve the barest re collection of what she looked like.” “We have found,” said the State’s Attorney, “that Myrtle tried three times yesterday to reach Jenny Shore by telephone. It was in the morning, and she was telephoning from the rooming-house where she lived. You, Miss Shore, were out; and apparently she went to sleep as was her custom during the after noon, and didn’t try again. Why did she try to talk to you?” “I haven’t the remotest idea.” Jenny seemed shocked and honestly bewildered; and I didn’t like the way they looked and acted, and I didn’t like Tom’s absence. “She must have had some pur pose,” persisted the State’s Attor ney. “There’s no doubt of it. One of her friends was at the switch board, and Myrtle spoke to her, telling her the number—your num ber here. The girl reports that she asked for you, Miss Shore, when a maid answered. She tried no less than three times to reach you. Why?” Jenny, very pale, shook her head. And they had Mabel in—who, wrigling excitedly and exasperatingly, confirmed it. (Continued on next page) LONG DISTANCE Graduates with Honors in BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION HE modern business man uses LONG DISTANCE tele phone service to keep in touch with changing market conditions in the provinces. Sales managers use LONG DIS TANCE to control sales effort and clear up customer mis understandings. You can use LONG DISTANCE to keep in touch with your out-of-town friends and relatives. For list of stations and rates, see page IV of the telephone directory or call LONG DISTANCE Dial 09 T 40 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BRIEF RETURN (Contimied from page 39) “Why didn’t you tell Miss Jenny some one had called'?” I demand ed. “She left no name, ma’am. No meesage—” A trooper escorted her from the room, and Bales turned triumph antly to Jenny. “There you have it! Now, then, why?” “But I don’t know! There’s no reason—” “There’s always a reason,” pro nounced the State’s Attorney. Let’s have the truth. It’ll be easier on you in the long run.” “Do you mean—but you can’t—” I began incoherently and incredu lously. “Do I mean what, Miss Drace?” I leaned forward. “Jenny couldn’t have struck that horrible blow. She couldn’t have killed this poor girl. You have only to look at her—why, it’s fantastic. It’s—” He interrupted me: “Women have struck blows before now. Exactlv as women have poisoned and stabbed.” “But—Jenny—the thought is pre posterous—you are—” Well, it went on for some time. They put the same question a num ber of wavs to me and to Jenny, I don’t believe the State’s Attorney was ever convinced that we were telling the truth, as we were. It was Gib Walthers who asked about the cane-knife, requesting me to described it for Mr. Bales. I did so. a little reluctantly. “And you haven’t found it yet?” “No. Unless the gardener has found it this morning.” SUN-RIPENED! • That’s why this delicious cereal makes bodies sturdy! It’s hard to find another cereal so chockful of health and strength-building ele ments. And certainly no other cereal has the nut sweet, tempting, comeback-for-more-flavor of fa mous 3-Minute Oat Flakes. 3-MINUTE OAT FLAKES He turned and said something to a very trim young policeman stand ing in the doorway, who immediate ly vanished. And Gib Walthers said slowly: “I think I’d better have the grounds searched—eh, Mr. Bales?” That made Jenny turn, slowly, as if she were on a pivot. “What for?” she said. Gib said hurriedly: “The cane knife.” “Nonsense,” said the State’s At torney curtly. “For Mrs. Houlden, of course. Well, search if you want to. But you won’t find her.” They went away shortly after that. An hour after their departure the search for Alice through the woods and swamp around Tenacre began in good earnest. You could hear shouted directions as they got farther and farther into the woods. Jenny stayed with me awhile and then quietly disappeared. I saw her strolling across the lawn and toward t.he Kittle footbridge and didn’t pay much attention to it; it was only when she’d been gone for an hour or so that I roused and, a little uneasy, strolled across the lawn myself and over the bridge. The path wound gently through the woods, with ferns so high and brush thickets so dense you couldn’t see far ahead of you. I hadn’t gone very far when I met her. She was hurrying, and looked startled and flushed a little when she saw me'. “Have I been gone long?” “No.” “I ought to have told you I was going to Alastair’s. He — he gave me tea, and I stayed longer than I intended.” I couldn’t understand Jenny. She was a little excited, and pro tested if not too much at least too vehemently. I couldn’t understand it, and I didn’t like it. Alastair was not the man for Jenny. The policemen left .just before dinner, and so far as I could dis cover there had been no results whatever, except that our asparagus bed was very much trampled on and didn’t really revive all the rest of the summer. After dinner Tom arrived, while we were having coffee on the ter race. He accepted coffee, and smoked, and talked of the heat. Old man Jenkins, be said, had been over come by heat about noon and had come near dying; and there was mumps in the village. After a while Tom put his small coffee-cup down on a table and walked quietly over to the tall thick clusters of weigela and privet which screen the terrace. I perceived that be was making sure there was no one on the lawn and within earshot. He came back and sat down and stretched out his long legs. “Jenny. I’ve waited till you were ready to talk. Tt isn’t safe to wait anv longer. That silly story you told about the revolver yesterday did a lot of barm. And now here’s this thing about Myrtle Shultz! I’m afraid in spite of everything I ean do, that they’re going to—to hold you for questioning—” There was an instant’s small si lence. Jenny said then: “You mean arrest me” “I—I hope not.” “But they can’t think I murder ed the girl—Myrtle.” “Somebody murdered her.......... Don’t look at me like that, Jenny. I. know you didn’t murder that girl.” “Or—Basil?” said Jenny in the queerest voice. Tom put out his cigarette slowly in an ashtray. “I think,” he said deliberately, “that if Alice had begged hard enough, you could have forced your self to shoot Basil. It wouldn’t have been you doing it; it would have been Alice just as surely as if she had pulled the trigger. I think that would have been possi ble, but only possible. I don’t be lieve you killed Basil.” After a moment Jenny got up. Her slim white figure moved to the edge of the terrace. She reached out in the dusk and broke a leaf from the hedge, and rolled it in her fingers and said without turning: “I tried to kill him.” “Jenny!” Tom was beside her in an instant. “No, don’t touch me. I—I’ll tell you what I did. I haven’t known what to do—everything I said was wrong; every lie I’ve made myself tell has just made things worse. That revolver—what I was trying to make them see was that the re volver wasn’t in the house. That— that Basil had it.” Tom put out his arms, and didn’t take her into them. “He took it from you,” he said quietly. “Yes.” Jenny still wouldn’t turn. “He took it fr*om me, but that wasn’t it. I couldn’t pull the trig ger. I stood there with the revol ver in my hand and tried to shoot him, and couldn’t. I thought it was right to do it—then. He smiled at me; he was so—so utterly loath some. But I culdn’t make my fin ger move. I couldn’t—” “Jenny, my dear, you don’t realize what you’re saying—” Tom interrupted me. “Let her talk.” Jenny whirled around, at that, and faced Tom directly. “Yes, I’ll talk. I’ve wanted to tell you what happened, but I— couldn’t. There’s Alice. But now I’m—I’m afraid. It’s gone too far. It didn’t matter so much about Ba sil. I was glad lie was dead—yes. I was glad, and I don’t care who knows it. But Myrtle—that’s hor rible. That’s—Alice couldn’t have done that. I don’t know who could have done anything so horrible and—” She caught her breath sharply, looked at me and at Tom, and sat down on the edge of her chair with her hands clutching each other upon her white lap. “Don’t you see,” she said, “I’d made up my mind Basil had to be killed. There was no other way SHORT CUT BOLERO Short cut bolero with its matching ermine muff highlight the .demure ness of Rita Johnson’s black velvet poriod gown. Its strapless bodice is edged in voilet net ruching. with a wood violet corsage at the low-cut V of the nockline and a twin corsage on the tiny muff. Violet velvet gloves repeat the flower tone. LXLoL Mot C-33 out of it; and he — he deserved killing. You oughtn’t to have left any more compunction about kill ing Basil Houlden than you would about killing a snake.” She took an unsteady breath, and Tom said very gently: “But you couldn’t kill a snake, Jenny dear. You couldn’t kill any thing.” “You see, that’s why his finger print was on the revolver. But I don’t know what happened after I left him.” Tom said slowly: “Let me get it all straight. After I went away that night, just what happened? You went and got the revolver—” “No, I didn’t. I’d already brought the revolver downstairs. I had it under my coat while ybu—while you were here.” “You don’t mean that here on the terrace—” “Yes,” said Jenny. “Cousin Ma ry came into my room just as I was getting the revolver out of the drawer and loading it. She didn’t see what I was doing. After she’d gone, I put it in the pocket that’s on the inside of my blue taffeta cape. Then I came downstairs. Basil was waiting for me here on the terrace. I—I had promised him I’d come back and walk in the moonlight around the place. I—sug gested it,” said Jenny. “Go on.” “I came out on the terrace, and he was sitting where you are, Cou sin Mary. We were—talking, when Tom came I didn’t hear him ap Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 41 proach—f> “No,” said Tom, “I was sure of that.” “You must have been surprised to see Basil,” I said to Tom, and then was struck with the banality of it. “Yes. I was. I was here per haps a half-hour—wasn’t it, Jenney?” “I suppose so,” she said distant ly. “We left Basil on the terrace, Cousin Mary, and—” “And talked,” said Tom rather grimly. “Go on, Jenny. After I left, you came back and tried to shoot Basil? Is that right?” “Yes, I did,” said Jenny. “Af ter you went away, we—we walked, Basil and I—” “At your suggestion,” Tom re minded her. “And at the bridge, I—I took the revolver and told Basil to turn around and look at me, and I—I tried to shoot him, and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.” “Naturally,” said Tom. “Then what did you do?” “That,” said Jenny, twisting her hands, “is hard to explain. You see, after he—laughed at me, as he did, you know, when he saw I had that revolver, he dared me to shoot him, and—and still I couldn’t. I can still see it, like a picture— Basil and the moonlight on the wa ter, and Hugo somewhere near. — and beyond, a storm threatening, and lightning now and then. And Basil came, finally, laughing, and took the revolver out of my hand, and I didn’t even try to hold it.” “Yes,” said Tom, “go on.” “Well, I—I came back to the house. I didn’t know what to do. It was dark out here on the terrace, and I sat here a long time, won dering what to do. But I didn’t see Basil again. It got later and later, and then—” “Jenny—” I began and stopped. For I had been on that terrace, and there’d been no one else there. Neither appeared to have heard me speak. “Where were you when you heard the shot?” “In Alice’s room,” said Jenny. “Where was Alice?” “She’d already gone. She wasn’t there, and I—” “Good God,” exploded Tom, los ing his hard-held patience, “do you mean to say that all the time I was trying to persuade you to call her— Jenny, mv darling, isn’t there any sense at all in that pretty little head of yours? Tell me exactly what you did when you went to Alice’s room! How long were you there?” “I don’t know exactly. I went upstairs, and there was a night light in the hall, but nobody was around. I hadn’t seen or heard any more of Basil; and it was late, and I had tried and tried to think of a way out of the thing, and there wasn’t any. I came in the house without seeing Basil again—” “What time was that?” “I don’t know. I think about onethirty. I went to my own room first; but I knew I couldn’t sleep, and I had to see Alice.” Then she hadn’t been on the ter race, and hadn’t tried to make me believe she was there at the time I went after the kitten! And I must tell Tom about that; there hadn’t been a chance to do so that day. “I opened the door of Alice’s room, and thought she was asleep. That must have been—oh, nearly two o’clock. I’m not sure. But the moonlight made the room sort of light, and I could see that she wasn’t in the bed. She wasn’t anywhere, and I began to look all around for —oh, a note or something.” “Why did you think of a note?” “Why, because right away I knew she’d been frightened and had gone back to Robert.” “Why did you think that?” “Her dressing-things weren’t there and her bag was gone, too.” I remembered the darkness around the door of Alice’s room, and asked: “Did you turn on the light?” “No. No, I’m sure I didn’t. I could see clearly in the room. Be sides, I thought of Basii outside, and didn’t want him to see the light in the windows.... I did turn on the light in the bathroom, but the curtains were drawn, and I didn’t think anyone would see. I was look ing in the wardrobe to see what dresses she had taken, when I heard the shot.” “D'id you know what had hap pened ?” “I—guessed,” said Jenny. “Why didn’t you come down at once ?” “Why, because I thought she might come back, of course.” “You mean Alice? You thought she did it?” Jenny didn’t say anything; Tom persisted, asking quietly: “Why have you told me this now?” Jenny leaned forward. She said huskily: “Now? What—do you mean?” “I mean,” said Tom distinctly, “why do you feel so safe about Alice now? You haven’t before this. You’ve fought like a tiger,” he said coolly, “to keep any of us from knowing the truth. You’ve risked danger; you’ve got yourself into a hell of a mess with the police; you’ve got your own fingerprints on the revolver that killed him, and you’ve lied to them so badly that you’re their prime suspect, in case you don’t know it—and now all at once you break down and tell me the truth—why?” “I—had to.” “That’s not all. It’s because at last you feel Alice is safe? All right, where is she?” “Alice has nothing to do with this. 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Containing 22 per cent cacao fat, Hershey’s “Breakfast” Cocoa supplies energy needed by children and adults. Buy Hershey’s in 1-lb. tins for economy’s sake. Look for the world “Breakfast” on the label 42 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 BRIEF RETURN (Continued from page 41) “How do you know? Jenny Shore, you’ve got to tell me the whole truth, and I’ll stay here all night if I have to, to drag it out of you.” Jenny protested: “I’ve told you the truth—everything I saw, every thing I did that night. I didn’t tell you, or Cousin Mary, that Alice had gone. I went upstairs when you made me go to get her, and I—I pretended I had just discovered it .when I came down again—” “You did a very good job of that,” said Tom. “Tom, I had to do it the way I did. There wasn’t any other way. I had got out that awful revolver myself. I myself had seen that Ba sil’s real death would—would—” “Benefit you all?” supplied Tom dryly. “Well—yes. So if I had felt like that—if I had been so desperate that I actually tried to make myself kill him and failed just because— because I simply couldn’t do it— then what about Alice? I knew how she must have felt. I—I thought, of course, that she’d come Are You Sure YOU ARE FREE FROM UNDERARM ODOUR? There is only one way to be sure of your freshness. Pre vent underarm perspiration before it starts . . . Keep the underarm dry! Deodorants that merely deodorize perspi ration without checking it do not protect your clothing from ugly stains and that stale, lingering odour. Odorono gently checks underarm per spiration—a habit practiced and recommended by doctors. ODO-RO-NO upon him on the grounds, and that he had seen her bag and tried to stop her, and that she got the re volver somehow and—and shot him. There wasn’t time for me to plan; I made mistakes. But I did the only thing I could think of. And then you came along, Tom, and—” “And spoiled your happy little plan.” “You called the police,” said Jen ny implacably. “Oh, Tom, why did you do it!” "Because it had to be done.” His cigarette made a flying red line into the darkness; and some one came across the lawn at some dis tance from us with a flashlight. Jenny cried, startled, “Who’s that?” and a voice called: “Is that you, Dr. Tucker?” Tom went to the edge of the ter race. “Yes, I’m here. What do you want ?” The voice and figure and glancing flash of the light came nearer. It was one of the State policemen. “Did anybody come across the lawn?” “Just now, you mean? No.” “Haven’t seen anybody at all on this side of the house?” “No. Why?” He was quite close to us now. His light flashed upon Tom, fleet ingly; it went on to me, blindingly, and then to Jenny, small and slend er in white. “One of the fellows thought he heard somebody enter the woods down there by the highway,” the policeman explained. “We haven’t found anybody. Might’ve. been ( a dog or something.” We watched his light sweep jerk ily here and there as he went down toward the lake. There was a short silence. Then quite suddenly and simply Tom went to Jenny and bent over and pulled her up into his arms. He held her close, and said in a kind of breathless murmur with his mouth muffled against her face: “Jenny, I love you. Trust me, won’t you?” And he kissed her. [To be continued.] HEADLINES (Continued from page 2) bloody Spanish civil war. Peace proposals would be opened under provisions of the armistice.... Co conut planters have formed a cor poration to be known as the Coco nut Centrals, Inc. and try to in dustrialize the local coconut indus try. Assemblyman Francisco Lavides is the temporary chairman of the corporation. February 26: International ten sion in China reached a new high today with a fresh burst of military activity affecting foreign interests from North China to the Yangtze valley to Hainan Island in the South .... Resumption of active Japanese military operations in Central Hu peh province near Hankow was an nounced tonight in an official Jap anese Domei news agency dispatch from the front.... -Tho-vesignationof Spanish President Azana was confirmed today. Reason: the re cognition by the democratic govern ment of Gen. Franco’s nationalist regime.... The office of the res ident commissioner of the Philip pines in thfe United States has been reorganized to meet the changed conditions brought about by the new relationship between the United States and the Philippines since the establishment of the Commonwealth. February 27: England and France today extended recognition to the Spanish nationalist govern ment at Burgos. President Manuel Azana of the Spanish Republican government was expected to an nounce his resignation as soon as formal announcement of the AngloFrench recognition of Franco’s gov ernment was made.... The thresh ing camp at the estate of Assembly man Felipe Buencamino, Jr., was turned into a miniature “no man’s land” when tenants, supported by 300 socialists from Pampanga, en trenched themselves behind bam boo clumps waiting for a chance to cart away this year’s crop guard ed by 29 policemen and constabul ary soldiers .... The Japanese army today resumed a large-scale offensive in upper Yangtze valley and made what Japanese circles had described as the first concrete threat to put military patrols in the In ternational Settlement in Shanghai ....A bill Which would prohibit and penalize birth control was in troduced in the National Assembly by Assemblyman Guillermo E. Bongalon of Nueva Ecija. February 28: A high U. S. gov ernment official privately advised Philippine business leaders not to expect enactment of the TydingsKocialkowski economic adjustment act in the present session of Con gress.... William (Bill) J. Shaw, one of the best known oldtimers in the Philippines, died at his home in Caloocan of heart disease.... Crop grabbing rage spread to prac tically all the haciendas bordering the estate of Assemblyman Felipe Buencamino, Jr. in Cabiao, Nueva Ecija.... Gen. Francisco Franco today proclaimed recognition of his government by Great Britain and France and asserted that the Span ish civil war had been won by his army.... The Royal Dutch Air lines asked the U. S. state depart ment to approve its application for permission to land commercial planes in the Philippines in con nection with its purposed air ser vice between the Dutch East Indies and Manila. March 1: While the U. S. Senate insular affairs committee continued its hearings on the Philippine Eco nomic adjustment bill, insular cir cles headed by Res. Comm. Joaquin Elizalde sought intensively to meet the legislative threat of an addi tional 2<J processing tax on coconut oil imports proposed by Sen. Tom Connollv. Texas Democrat.... Sec tions of Shanghai’s International Settlement were thrown into con fusion when hand-grenades, thrown by unknown persons, exploded in different places.... The tenants at the government-owned Sabani estate in Laur, Nueva Ecija, an nounced their determination not to pay their rent this year until they were assured that the lots they are now occupying would be sold to them. March 2: Eugenio, Cardinal Pacelli, today was elected 262nd Bi shop of Rome and supreme pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church. As pope, he will take the name of Pius XII. He was formerly papal secre tary of estate.... The Senate naval affairs committee announced today that it would open hearings on the Guam project.... Twenty persons were injured when a skirmish broke out at Candaba, Pampanga, on the Pampanga-Bulacan boundary bet ween 500 socialists and tenants and 20 vigilantes or special police guards.... The first of the 30 Q-boats for the Philippine Army “mosquito fleet” arrived and was tested for off-shore patrol work... Reliable sources said the Shanghai Municipal council had reached an agreement with Japanese author ities regarding the suppression of anti-Japanese terrorism. March 3: President Quezon told the National Assembly in a special message that the government would use force in dealing with radical activities, other measures having failed to produce results. 200 cons tabulary soldiers were added to the 67 already stationed in Pampanga and another 200 were added to the 70 in Nueva Ecija.... A move to close Davao as an open port was revived and was believed to be un der serious consideration in the de partment of finance.... Pope Pius XII observed his first day as pon tiff of the Roman Catholic Church by broadcasting a message of peace to the world.... Authorities of the International Settlement and Jap anese officials announced today a,n amicable arrangement for settle ment of the long-pending dispute regarding policing of the Settle ment.... For the first time in its history, Japan is building a navy with long-range striking power. March 4: The signing of the lease contract of the Buenavista Estate was accomplished between President Quezon on behalf of the government and Archbishop O’Do herty in behalf of the Church which owns the property..........18 new planes, including- several pur suit planes and a number of light bombers, are now in the process of delivery to the Philippine Army corps, it was disclosed in author itative military circles at Camp Murphy............ 122 persons were killed in one of the most serious clashes in Jerusalem, Palestine.... Philippine officials in Washington were busy preparing answers to at tacks made on the Tvdings-Kocialkwoski bill by sugar and dairy in terests before the Senate insular affairs committee. March 5: President Quezon, ac companied by Mrs. Quezon and one of their daughters, went to San Fer nando, Pampanga, to inspect the (Continued on page 15) Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 43 BOOK REVIEW (Continued from page 14) troublous times, dirty politics, be wildered blacks, ruined fortunes, thieves and rustlers, and a muchshaken, disillusioned spirit. This was Cavin’s Texas, the Texas that Georgian Lucina could not quite take into her heart as her home in spite of the quarter-century that she spent in it raising ten children, only three of whom were her own. But this was also the Texas that taught her so many things—among them, faith in her own strength and in that of her man, courage to face disasters, diseases, and even the elements, resigned humanity in the face of manifestations of life which remain unexplainable, and the draw ing of vigor from the earth and its great and abundant richness. The author rounded off Cavin’s and Lucina’s story with a graceful finish when in the last scone she has these two beloved characters of her book reminiscing about their eventful years together, Lucina, thoughtful, musing, a bit sad, while Cavin, dismissing the past as with a gesture while he restlessly plan ned ahead into a full, bright future. * * * INTELLIGENCE IN POLITICS By Max Ascoli W. W. Norton and Company, New York, 1936 $2.50 The timeliness of this book lies in the presentrday conflict between the democracies and the dictator ships for by the very bewildering assertions on democracy given by the Italian scholar who is the au thor is explained the why and the wherefore of the controversy. It is immediately clear that dictatorruled countries cannot understand the multiple loyalties to which must of necessity be dedicated a demo cratic nation like America. Let us quote a little of the dis tinguished writer’s somewhat para doxical views: “Since the outset of her political organization America has wavered on an insecure equili brium between the unfulfilled pro mises of her life and the averted menace of her calamities; so that dreams have been chartered and that no hope has been definitely abandoned. In this suspense no thing has been lost of what demo cracy promised to the intelligence and character, even though little has been gained. The greatest re servoir of stored experiences and of imprisoned hopes is still here, stirring and disheartening. In spite or rather because of all these hin drances, intelligence here has been prevented from falling into arrogance, and politics has not yet pass ed beyond the grasp of human con trol.” An American reading such a derogatory statement on his coun try’s stability of mind cannot, how ever, fail to see the gracious con cession that the Italian author gives to his (the American’s) interest, in telligence and capacity for under standing. He will also wonder whe ther or not he is really putting bis intelligence to t;he best use for the society in which he lives—at least Prof. Ascoli gives his mind that teasing question to dwell on. American democracy analyzed by a mind decidedly undemocratic pre sents a somewhat bewildering pic ture. It serves to show, if it does nothing else, the almost utter im possibility of complete understand ing between peoples of different ideals and principles of living. A sad realization, but nevertheless to be accepted. —PIA MANCHA INTRODUCING: . . . (Continued from page 10) appointed assistant director of the bureau of education. The Langcanon children were born at different places—Corazon, the eldest, in Albav, Aparicion in Masbate, and Fernando in Manila (Mr. Langcauon was then assigned in Rizal). They atterded the public schools whereever their father hap pened to be assigned. Now that the family is living in Manila, the children attend private, religious schools for two good reasons: first, because the public schools in Manila are always over-crowded and rather than deprive three other children of places in them, the Langeauons decided to send their own children to private schools; second, because Mrs. Langcauon wants them to have the religious training and at mosphere that even the most reli gious home cannot give. Mrs. Langcauon’s hobby is gar dening. Now that she has a home, not just a rented place, ■ she ean indulge in this hobby to her heart’s content. The whole family goes to the movies, about twice a month, when the films are suitable to the children. Having been a home economics teacher, she fully realizes the bene fits that girls can derive from this subject if they will just pay some attention to it. She thinks that home economics should be made compulsory until high school. The girls in the elementary grades are still too young to be interested in it or to take it seriously. Home economics in the high school is of more practical value because the girls are older and can easily be made to realize and appreciate its usefulness. Mrs. Concepcion Maramba is the first Filipina to obtain a college degree in home economics. Thia course not yet being offered at the U. P., she had to go to the United States to take it. She chose the University of Illinois because of its strong home economics course. She took chemistry as her minor, little realizing at that time that it would become her major interest in the future. Most of her chemistry sub jects were taken at the Univei-sity of Chicago. She organized the U. P. home economics department in 1922 when she arrived from the States, and the college home eco nomics department of the Philip pine Women’s University in 1927. While she was in the States, she met another Filipino student who was also studying in the University of Illinois—Hilarion Henares. They were married in Manila in 1923 and went to live in Los Banos where Mr. Henares was assigned to teach sugar technology. Mrs. Henarcs also taught — chemistry. Then in 1926, Mr. Henares got an offer of a position to organize and supervise the Montilla Subsidiary Products Plant in Negros. The couple sailed for Negros and work ed side by side in the laboratory. To show the ingenuity of these two people, here is how they thought things out: if alcohol was to be manufactured from molasses, there should be some uses for it so that it would be in demand; if wine was to be manufactured from su gar, there should be bottles to put it in. Mrs. Henares invented a stove that uses alcohol. Later, the couple made bottles from glass made from the ashes of bagasse. They stayed in Negros for about ten years. When the National Development Company was foimed, it called for men with technical training. Mr. Henares was sent for and prevailed upon to join the government com pany. He is now the industrial engineer for the NDC. Mrs. Henares has not remained idle since her family came to live in Manila two years ago. She first thought of going back to teaching but after working independently for many years she feared that the routine, and having a superior would make her discontented. Using her garage as a laboratory, she experimented on a fire-proof paint she had had in her mind for some time. After many trials, she found the paint she had invented really fire- and weather-proof. Now it is being manufactured in Navotas, Rizal, under the name of Marco Paint. Mrs. Henares is a member of three honorary societies: the Iota Sigma Chi (chemistry) and Omicron (home economics) of the Uni versity of Illinois and the Rizal Center Sorority of the U. P. She has three children, the oldest being fourteen, but looking at her, you would not think that she is the mother of a quite grown-up boy. WELCOME ADDRESS (Continued from page 7) lines which require the most pain staking effort to the end that they will meet the greater responsibil ities of the future. Social welfare work among the masses which has attracted so much interest and en thusiasm has become a national concern. The health in our com munities which must be safeguarded has not been and will not be over looked. These and related problems must be continuously attended to if we want to build a nation worthy of respect. It is gratifying to note, however, that the National Federa tion of Women’s Clubs has not been found wanting in the contribution of its share towards the solution of these problems. (Continued on page IS) .. need Extra Supply of certain food-factors in their diet! 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Keller & Co., Ltd., Dept. 6-2 ■ | 178 Juan Luna, Manila I | Please send a trial tin of Ovaltine. I | 44 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1939 THE GREATEST MAN {Continued from page 8) millponds. At three minutes after two o’clock on the afternoon of July 17, 1935, the garage boy brought his idiotic plane into Roosevelt Field for a perfect threepoint landing. It had, of course, been out of the question to arrange a modest little reception for the greatest flier in the history of the world. He was received at Roosevelt Field with such elaborate and pretentious ce remonies as rocked the world. For tunately, however, the worn and spent hero promptly swooned, had to be removed bodily from his plane, and was spirited from the field without having opened his mouth once. Thus he did not jeo pardize the dignity of this first reception, a reception illumined by the presence of the Secretaries of War and the Navy, Mayor Michael J. Moriarity of New York, the Pre miere of Canada, Governors Fanniman, Groves MeFeely, and Critchfield, and a brilliant array of Eu ropean diplomats. Smurch did not, in fact, come to in time to take part in the gigantic hullabaloo ar ranged at City Hall for the next day. He was rushed to a secluded nursing home and confined in bed. It was nine days before he was able to get up, or to be exact, be fore he was permitted to get up. Meanwhile the greatest minds in the country, in solemn assembly, had arranged a secret conference of city, state, and government ofD-M*C AVOID TIRED FINGERS by employing the smooth, uniformly round and very pliant D-M-C Knitting Cottons. Garments knitted with D-M-C neither shrink nor stretch, are moth proof, fadeless, comfortable to wear and never become fluffy. ficials, which Smurch was to at tend for the purpose of being in structed in the ethics and behavior of heroism. On the day that the little me chanic was finally allowed to get up and dress and, for the first time in two weeks, took a great chew of tobacco, he was permitted to receive the newspapermen—this by way of testing him out. Smurch did not wait for questions. “Youse guys,” he said—and the Times man winched—“youse guys can tell the cockeyed world dat I put it over on Lindbergh, sec? Yeh—an’ made an ass o’ them two frogs.” The "two frogs” was a reference to a pair of gallant French fliers who, in attempting a flight only halfway round the world, had, two weeks before, unhappily been lost at sea. The Times man was bold enough, at this point, to sketch out for Smurch the accepted formula for interviews in cases of this kind; he explained that there should be no arrogant statements belittling the achivements of other heroes, parti cularly heroes of foreign nations. “Ah, the hell with that,” said Smurch. “I did it, see? I did it, an’ I’m talkin’ about it.” And he did talk about it. None of this extraordinary inter view was, of course, printed. On the contrary, the newspapers, al ready under the disciplined direc tion of secret directorate created for the occasion and composed of statesmen and editors, gave out( to a panting restless world that “Jack,” as he had been arbitrarily nicknamed, would consent to say only that he was very happy and that anyone could have done what he did. “My achievement has been, I fear, slightly exaggerated,” the Times man article had him pro test, with a modest smile. These newspaper stories were kept from the hero, a restriction which did not serve to abate the rising male volence of his temper. The situa tion was indeed, extremely grave, for Pal Smurch was, as he kept insisting, “rarin’ to go.” He could not much longer be kept from a nation clamorous to lionize him. It was the most desperate crises the United States of America had faced since the sinking of the Lusitania. On the afternoon of the twenty seventh of July, Smurch was spirit ed away to a conference-room in which were gathered mayors, gov ernors, government officials, beha viorist psychologists, and editors. He gave them each a limp, moist paw and a brief unlovely grin. “Hah ya?” he said. When Smurch was seated, the Mayor of New York arose and, with obvious pessimism, attempted to explain what he must say and how he must act when pre sented to the world, ending his talk with a high tribute to the hero’s courage and integrity. The Mayor was followed by Governor Fanniman of New York, who, after a touching declaration of faith, in troduced Cameron Spottiswood, Se cond Secretary of the American Embassy in Paris, the gentleman selected to coach Smurch in the amenities of public ceremonies. Sitting in a chair, with a soiled yel low tie in his hand and his shirt open at the throat, unshaved, smoking a rolled cigarette, Jack Smurch listened with a leer on his lips. “I get ya, I get ya,” he cut in, hastily. “Ya want me to ack like a softy, huh? Ya want me to ack like that —baby-face Lindbergh, huh? Well, nuts to that, see?” Everyone took in breath sharply; it was a sigh and a hiss. “Mr. Lindbergh,” began a United States Senator, purple with rage, “and Mr. Byrd—” Smurch, who, was paring his nails with the jacknife, cut in again. “Byrd!” he exclaimed. “Aw fa God’s sake, dat big—” Somebody shut off his blasphemies with a sharp word. A newcomer had entered the room. Everyone stood up except Smurch, who, still busy with his nails, did not even glance up. “Mr. Smurch,” said someone, sternly “the President of the United States!” It had been thought that the presence of the Chief Executive might have a chastening effect upon the young hero, and the former had been, thanks to the remarkable coopera tion of the press, secretly brought to the obscure conference-room. A great, painful silence fell. Smurch looked up, waved a hand at the President. “How ya co rnin’?” he asked, and began rolling a fresh cigarette. The silence deep ened. Someone coughed in a strain ed way. “Geez, it’s hot, ain’t it?” said Smurch. He loosened two more shirt buttons, revealing a hairy chest and the tattoed word “Sadie” enclosed in a stencilled heart. The great and important men in the room, faced by the most serious cri ses in recent American history, ex changed worried frowns. Nobody seemed to know how to proceed. “Come awn,” said Smurch. “Let’s get the hell out of here! When do I start euttin’ in on de parties, huh ? And what’s they goin’ to be in it?” He rubbed a thumb and forefinger together meaningly. “Money!” ex claimed a state senator, shocked, pale. “Yeh, money,” said Pal, flip ping his cigarette out of a window. “An’ big money.” He began rolling a fresh cigarette. “Big money,” he repeated, frowning over the rice paper. He tilted back in his chair, and leered at each gentleman, se parately, the leer of an animal that knows its power, the leer of a leo pard loose in a bird-and-dog shop. “Aw fa God’s sake, let’s get some place where it’s cooler,” lie said. “I been cooped up plenty for three weeks!” Smurch stood up and walked over to an open window, where he stood staring down into the street, nine floors below. The faint shouting of newsboys floated up to him. He made out his name. “Hot dog!” ho cried, grinning, ecstatic. He leaned out over the sill. “You tell ’em babies!” he shouted down. “Hot diggity dog!” In the tense little knot of men standing behind him, a quick, mad impulse flared up. An unspoken word of appeal, of command, seemed to ring through the room. Yet it was deadly silent. Charles K. L. Brand, secretary to the Mayor of New York City, hap pened to be standing nearest Smurch; he looked inquiringly at the President of the United States. The President, pale, grim, nodded shortly. Brand, a tall, powerfully built man, once a tackle at Rut gers, stepped forward, seized the greatest man in the world by his left shoulders and the seat of his pants, and pushed him out the win dow. “My God, he’s fallen out the window!” cried a quickwitted edi tor. “Get me out of here!” cried the President. Several men sprang to his side and he was hurriedly es corted out of a door toward a side entrance of the building. The edi tor of the Asociated Press took charge, being used to such things. Crisply he ordered certain men to leave, others to stay; quickly he outlined a story which all the pa pers were to agree on, sent two men to the street to handle that end of the tragedy, commanded a Senator to sob and two Congress men to go to pieces nervously. In a word, he skillfully set the stage for the gigantic task that was to follow, the task of breaking to a griefstricken world the sad story of the untimely, accidental death of its most illustrious and spectacular figure. The funeral was, as you know, the most elaborate, the finest, the solemnest, and the saddest ever held in the United States of America. The monument in Arlington Ceme tery, with its clean white shaft of marble and the simple device of a tiny plane carved on its base, is a place for pilgrims, in deep rever-< ence, to visit. The nations of the world paid lofty tributes to little Jacky Smurch, America’s greatest hero. At a given hour there were two minutes of silence throughout the nation. Even the inhabitants of the small, bewildered town of Westfield, Iowa, observed this ce remony; agents of the Department of Justice saw to that. One of them was especially assigned to stand grimly in the doorway of a little shack restaurant on the edge of the tourists’ camping ground just outside the town. There, under his stern scrutiny, Mrs. Emma Smurch bowed her head above two hamburger steak sizzling on her grill—bowed her head and turned away, so that the Secret Service man could not see the twisted, strangelv familiar, leer on her lips. Manila, March, 1939 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL 45 HEADLINES (Contimied from page 42) troubles areas.......... Three Moros were shot and 1 killed in clashes with Constabulary soldiers in Dansalan, Lanao........Foreign business at Chefoo were caught in Chinese guerilla-Japanese struggle and were reported facing a black future.... The government of Premier Juan Negrin was overthrown in a mili tary coup de etat. The National Defense Council was established in Madrid and was preparing to “fight to the finish” against Gen. Fran co.... 30 dead, 100 injured in riot ing in India as Mahatma Gandhi continued his fast, started last week, as a protest against the refusal of Rajkot state ruler to give the peo ple a voice in the government. March 6: The Popular Army of General Segismundo Casado in con trol of Madrid after unseating the Republican government of Premier Dr. Juan Negrin. Casado said his army would fight to the finish.... Gandhi’s condition reported serious as result of his fast. India’s Vi ceroy might take action to end Gan dhi’s fast.... The National As sembly, passed the bill appropriat ing ?500,000 recommended by Pres ident Quezon for law enforcement facilities in the troubled regions of Central Luzon.... The first plan for a revision of the Philippine tax system was submitted by the tax commission to President Quezon. .. Dr. Manuel Roxas, NDC technical expert, revealed a rayon plant would be established here in the Philippines to reduce the heavy im port of rayon from abroad. March 7: Transmitting the re port of the tax commission and a codification of revised internal revenue laws, President Quezon ad dressed a special message to the Na tional Assembly asking approval of tax measures which would boost na tional revenues at least PIO,000,000 this fiscal year... . Admiral Lea hy, chief of operations of the U.S. navy, today renewed the navy’s ef forts to obtain approval of appro priation for Guam fortification... General Miaja, president of the Spanish Republican government’s National Defense Council, was ex pected to open negotiations on sur render to the Nationalists.... Res ident Commissioner Elizalde told the Senate insular affairs commi ttee that the President-U. S. trade would suffer serious reduction as a result of too rapid elimination of preferential tariff........ Mahat ma Gandhi ended his 918/2 fast to day when the Indian and British government intervened assuring him settlement of his demand for liberal ization of the government of Raj kot state. Gandhi began his fast when the Rajkot ruler broke his promise to inaugurate social re forms in his state. March 8: Prospects for the U.S. senate approval of the Philippine economic adjustment bill appeared slightly improved today........ Gen. Casado’s troops were reported to have smashed a Communist leaders to be shot on sight in an effort to prevent the spread of the revolt... Constabulary soldiers guarded the rice fields at Bahay Pare, Candaba, Nueva Ecija, as the crops were being partitioned between landlords and tenants.... Reliable sources reported in Paris today that Dr. Juan Negrin, desposed premier of the Spanish Republican govern ment, who is in hiding in a Paris suburb, still considered himself as head of the government of Spain. March 9: Major Gen. Paulino Santos, manager of the company under the National Land Resettle ment Projects administration dis closed today that the company would be ready to take at one thou sand settlers every month to Min danao as soon as the, National As sembly approved the bills appro priating P20,000,000 for the NLRPA. ... Tension and terror heightened in Madrid today as the loyalist military junta faced the double threat of a renewed Com munist revolt and an attack by 300 nationalist war planes.... The charges brought by Assemblyman Tomas Clemente of Sorsogon against' the veterans pension board would be referred to Malacananng .... It was revealed in Hankow to day that the American mission pro perty was the target of Japanese air bombers during their wholesale attack upon Ichang. March 11: Addressing the na tion at 8 o’clock this evening, Pre sident Quezon called upon every citizen to cooperate with the gov ernment in its efforts to maintain peace and order and to carry out the social justice program, advised everybody to refrain from carrying on any movement through propa ganda that might arouse the peo ple to commit acts of violence and warned labor leaders who are eng aged in this kind of activities that their continuance of pernicious agi tation is done at their own risk... . Spanish Nationalist forces launched a strong attack on Republican lines around Madrid.... Addressing the 18th Congress of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Stalin proclaimed Russia’s isolisionist pol icy, revealing that his government would increase its military power... Martial law was enforced in Slova kia today following sporadic clashes between separatists claiming for in dependence and police forces. March 12: President Quezon’s warning to radical agitators stirred rabin partisanship. Businessmen, landowners, government officials, hailed his radio speech while labor leadership leaders expressed bitter resentment.. .. Pope Pius XII was crowned today amidst pomp and splendor.... The Czechs grimly quelled revolt of Slovaks who de manded their independence.... The provincial and central committees of the Communist Party in Spain surrendered unconditionally to Co lonel Casados’s forces after their (Continued on page 48) ROYAL TRU RANEE Deliciously different from the ordinary refresh ment— Because it is made from the natural fresh fruit— golden, sun-ripened oranges — The pulp healthful Drink A product of the and juice are in every bottle of this and delightful beverage — SAN MIGUEL BREWERY 46 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Manila, March, 1989 “MEATLESS” DISHES Continued, from page 26) with cheese and Brazil nuts. Sea son tomatoes to taste with salt and pepper and pour over macaroni. Bake in moderate oven (375° F.) about fifteen minutes until cheese is melted. Baked Fish Loaf 1 pound halibut steak 1% cup bread crumbs 1 cup milk 1 cup stock % cup butter 2 eggs, beaten separ ately 1% teaspoons minced par sley 1 tablespoon lemon juice Salt and pepper to taste Remove the skin and bone from the raw fish and separate it into little pieces. Then run it through the food chopper with the finest at tachment. Soak the bread in the milk and stock (brown stock) com bined, and cook until there is a ten dency for the material to leave the sides of the pan. Stir to prevent burning. Mix with the fish, butter and eggs and season with the salt, pepper and lemon juice. Form into a roll or loaf, roll in buttered bread or cracker crumbs, dot over with butter and place in a hot oven for from one-half to three-quarters of an hour. Serve with the following sauce: Fish Sauce % can solid-pack toma toes 1 small onion, sliced 2 tablespoons melted butter 3 tablespoons flour % teaspoon salt Sprinkling of pepper Cook the onion in the tomatoes for ten minutes. Rub through a sieve and add to the butter and flour, which have been rubbed to a smooth paste. Season and pour over the fish loaf before sending to the table or serve from a separate dish. LIMA BEANS From Maine comes the potato— and don’t forget Wisconsin. From Oregon comes the pear—yes, we re member the apple. From Jersey comes the luscious peach—all right! all right I they grow ’em elsewhere. But from California comes the Lima bean — “regular” or “baby” Limas in bags, and cooked dried Limas in cans. If any other State wants to share this honor, you can’t prove it by me. One could write a story about the vitamins and minerals found in this vegetable; about their high food value; about their alkaline reaction; about the calcium which preserves and strengthens bones and teeth— but your husband and your chil dren are far more interested in “taste” or “savor.” So here are a number of recipes, showing how dried Limas may be used in various tasty dishes without digging too deeply into the family pocket-book. Try them once and you will add another modern pro duct to the stock of “reliahles” on your emergency shelf. And, by the way, here is a basic recipe. To revive the fresh, juicy tenderness of dried Limas, soak them in cold water from 6 to 8 hours. Drain. Cover with boiling water and cook slowly until tender (about 30 minutes). Add salt after 20 minutes cooking. This applies t>. either large or baby Limas. Cream of Lima Soup 1% cups cooked, dried Limas % small onion, sliced 1 tablespoon fine minced parsley 3 tablespoons butter 1 tablespoon flour 1 teaspoon salt l/n teaspoon pepper 1 cup top milk or thin cream Rub Limas through a coarse sieve. Melt butter, add onion and cook 5 minutes; remove onion, add flour to remaining butter; stir until smooth, add salt and pepper, cream and pureed Limas. Bring to boiling A cup of BOVRIL gives immediate invigoration and lasting strength -Take it DAILY ON SALE AT ALL THE PRINCIPAL BOTICAS AND GROCERIES • WHEN YOU ARE IN THE ESCOLTA VISIT THE BOTICA BOIE—YOU WILL FIND BOVRIL ON SALE AT THE SODA FOUNTAIN READY FOR CONSUMPTION —HOT OR COLD. Agents FORBES, MUNN AND CO., LTD. MANILA point. A little whipped cream placed in bottom of each cup be fore pouring in soup is always an improvement to cream soup. Gar nish with finely minced parsley. Luncheon Salad 2 cups cooked, dried Limas 2 tablespoons minced pimiento or sweet red pepper 4 hard-cooked eggs 4 peeled tomatoes Yt cup French dressing Add minced pimiento to Limas and mix with French dressing. Arrange on lettuce leaves and sursound with sections of tomatoes and hard-cooked eggs. Garnish with mayonnaise -or cooked dressing. Basta Fazoul (a one dish meal) 2 cups oooked, dried Limas 2 cups tomato sauce or strained tomatoes 1 tablespoon chopped onion Yz pound spaghetti 5 tablespoons bacon fat 1 teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper Cook the spaghetti in boiling salt ed water until soft and drain. Cook the onion in the fat, add tomato, Limas and spaghetti. BOVRIL Is the power of prime lean beef THE TWO FAIRS (Continued from page 12) gondolas to ride in on miniature lakes, thrilling rides in the Amuse ment Area. San Francisco Golden Gate Exposition The official name of this fair is San Francisco 1939 Golden Gate International Exposition, just to be different from its rival, the New York World Fair. It was officially, opened on February 18, 1939, 71 days ahead of the New York World Fair. Site—Treasure Island, “larg est man-made island in the world”, consisting of 429 acres of dredged soil. The theme of the San Francisco International Exposition is the To wer of the Sun Phoenix which sym bolizes the rise of the city from the ashes of the 1906 “fire”. This tower is 40 feet high and is surmounted With a 5,000 pound gold-covered phoenix (a mythical bird, embodi ment of the sun god, fabled to live 300 years, to be consumed in fire, and to rise in youthful freshness from its own ashes, hence it is often a symbol of immortality). This Fair (we mean Exposition) is being sponsored by eleven West ern States and unfolds a pageant of art, science and industry of the Pacific Basin. Chief feature—a new Pacific style of architecture. The Decorative Arts section in the Fine Arts Palace was direct ed by Dorothy Leibes, noted design er of textiles, and is one of the most outstanding features of the Exposition. It emphasizes ideas ra ther than materials or technique. The house furnishings presentation (complete rooms) have been done by well-known American designers and decorators. Modern develop ments in glass, ceramics, weaving and other decorative arts are pre sented in demonstrations, as well as in intelligently arranged examples of finished work. There are exhi bits of crafts from England, France, Holland, Denmark, Sweden, Nor way and Finland. Two artist sisters, Helen and Ester Burton, executed several of the most interesting compositions' for the Exposition. The Yerba Buena Club for Wom en, whose main lounge was decora ted by Frances Elkins, not only serves as a meeting place for club women visiting the Exposition but will undoubtedly give them ideas for gardening with its beautiful landscaped surroundings and for in ferior decoration with its rooms done by famous decorators. The Philippine Commonwealth has a pavillion at the San Fran cisco Golden Gate Exposition. It will officially open on March 24th, with Arsenio Luz as commissioner in charge. A daily feature of the exposition is the appearance of the Philippine Army band in concerts. While the NewYork Fair is a fair of tomorrow, giving the visi tors a sort of a pre-view of things to come, the San Francisco Exposi tion is a fair of yesterday and of today, reflective, serious. 'Manila, March, 1989 WOMANS HOME JOURNAL 47 THE ROLE OF. . . (Continued, from page 6) perly. But the great mass of our women, you will admit, are neith er interested in making use of this privilege nor, if they are, would know how to use it wisely and well. To educate our women folk in the provinces, municipalities and bar rios who are qualified to vote, in the proper and wise use of the bal lot and of the office that they may now hold, is the role of leadership that is yours. An educational cam paign should be conducted by your clubs in every part of the Philip pines to inform the women that only through the proper and wise use of this power ean their enfran chisement be justified. It seems to me that this is one of their most important duties as leaders among the women of our country. A place of leadership open for our women in the Philippines is in the field of social justice. They could do positive service along this line for the country and for the Administration which is doing a gigantic and oftentimes thankless task of adjusting the benefits of industry and labor, so that our poorer classes of men and women may be given a more proportionate share of these benefits without caus ing undue hardship upon capital and employer. As you are all aware, one of the greatest social problems of all time, today more than at any time in the past, is the conflict between capi tal and labor, between employer and employees. It is a problem which admits of no solution that is per manent, neither fully satisfactory to one nor to the other. It is for this that walk outs, strikes, and upris ings have always taken place, re sulting in the destruction of life and property. And more than that. The institution of home and family is endangered to its very founda tions. As a result, the nation goes on the decline and unless the tide is stemmed, there is no saying to what extent suffering and deca dence may reach. Caught by this wave of disastisfaction common among the labor ing classes all over the world, the Philippines today is in the midst of a social revolution aimed at secur ing a more proportionate share of the conveniences and comforts of life which can only be had by a larger participation in the fruits of industry and labor. It is precisely for this purpose that the Administration under the leadership of President Quezon has embarked upon a program of social justice so that our masses may have a better lot in life and enjoy the spiritual and material comforts FOR OCEAN PEARL BUTTONS Maide in Manila COME TO OUR STORE AT 460 Calle Dasmarinas MANILA BUTTONS FACTORY, INC. that are not now within their reach. To secure these to them is the gigantic and delicate task which he, and those of us who are assisting him, has assumed. We urge feminine leadership in the Philippines to help in this mighty task, and the most effective way to do so is by counseling hus bands and sons to use moderation in their economic demands and peaceful ways to realize them. Women can even take an active part in the movement for better wages and better labor conditions by personally going to their hus bands’ employers and appealing to them to preserve the home by mak ing it possible to be properly main tained, for it is the home that gives man power to industry and to the nation. A home not properly main tained cannot produce healthy chil dren for the benefit later of indus try, labor and the nation. Your leadership in this con nection, I repeat, is clear. Counsel moderation of demands and peace ful means of securing them and it will be easy to secure them from those from whom you ask. Any thing that is gotten by force is never permanent. It may be given temporarily because of fear of de struction, but you may be sure it will be eventually taken away. What is secured by peaceful agree ment is permanent because it is done with due regard to the mutual interests of the parties concerned. May I say in conclusion that, in exercising the civil and political rights and privileges granted to them and in giving assistance' to the solution of our social problems as herein suggested, our women should never forget that they are women and that their place is in the home. By virtue of sex and by designation of Province they are the keepers of the home and the preservers of its sanctity. If women were to remain at home solely in the role of home makers, raising children to beeomie good citizens, they would be doing their full share in the advancement of humanity. The progress of the world, how ever, has been such as to have made it inevitable for women to enter fields that have been entire ly within the realm of men. Since this invasion cannot be prevented because progress along the direc tion that it has already taken must continue, the ideal thing for wom an to do is to perform her duties outside of the home in compliance with the demands of her acquired rights and privileges without for getting that her main obligation is the preservation of the home. Let us not permit in our country the spectacle that the traveler abroad notes too clearly, as he goes from one Occidental country to another, of women drifting away from the home and thus breaking asunder the institution of the family. The sanctity of the home and the com pactness of the family is the sal vation of any country. Break the home and you will eventually break the nation. My last words to you, my friends, are: exercise and enjoy your new ly acquired rights and privileges, assist your husband in securing so cial justice for your family, but do so, I pray, with such judiciousness and with such moderation as to re main, always, what God in his In finite Wisdom, has intended you to be. GREETINGS (Continued from page 7) where there is no government phy sician or private practitioner. The next step of this program will be to designate among the practising physicians in the locality where there is no government physician to render during certain hours of the day free medical service to the poor, and the third step will be to place physicians in big barrios or remote places and have them within the reach of the poor and the well-to-do. These physicians will be available to all classes of people in those places where these clinics are established, as they are to give free consultation and treat ment to the poor, and be ready to answer calls from those who can pay for their services. There are still places in the Phil ippines where modern medicine is not well-known and appreciated. The people still call on quacks and herbolarios, not realizing the dan ger of placing themselves in their hands. I wish, therefore, that the members of the National Federa tion of Women’s Clubs will help in the dissemination of information among our people about the bene fits that they can receive from mo dern medicine. Heretofore, a president of sani tary division used to take charge of the public dispensaries of two or more towns, and as he is also responsible for the community sa nitation, he has no time to conduct properly these dispensaries or cli nics. The establishment of the charity clinics will enable these pre sidents of sanitary division to de vote more time to community sa nitation. We want to make our towns clean, their streets, their public markets, public buildings, and stores, particularly those selling foodstuffs. We want to have the health officers devote more time to this work, but they will not be successful unless they can get the help and cooperation of the town officials, as well as the enlightened public or civic organizations like yours. The financial aid to the Federa tion has been curtailed, not because of the lack of recognition of the merits of your work, but because His Excellency, tae President of the Philippines, who has inspired this new health progr^.n, sees the greater need for immediate reliei on health work. He desires to havt hospital facilities in every province, and more dispensaries or clinics in our towns, and make them avail able to all classes of people need ing the same. As your goal is ul timately the better well-being of our people, I hope you realize the significance of this work and that you will try, as you have always done, to carry on with your own resources and supplement the work of the government independent of its aid. I thank you for giving me this opportunity of greeting you and 1 reiterate my deep appreciation for all you have done lor better com munities and for the welfare of women and children. Because of its old fash ioned mutton-suet base, PENETRO penetrates skin and tissue, carrying its healing medicaments directly to the seat of the congestion and pain; thus, PENETRO eases pain and relieves inflammation speedily and safely. Quickly vaporizing, PENETRO eases nsj^ con gestion and sooth; membranes Beca PENETK ently rul back, throa Being snm stainless, PEN not discolor the s sonal attire or bedEase of applicc and gentle action make PENETRO as suitable for ^children as for adults. \ ^^THE salve with a bask of . OLP FASHIOHEP MUTTOM SUET_> Sole Dittributor: I’HTl.IPPINE NET & BRAID MFG.. CO., INC. 367-36!) Junn I.una, Manila—Tel. 4-95 RS 48 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL WELCOME ADDRESS (Continued from page 43) Working hand in hand with the various government agencies are numerous clubs under your Federa tion which are most capable of rendering valuable cooperation. This is especially true in the es tablishment and maintenance of puericulture and health centers. In the project of adult education and welfare of children of pre school age, thanks to your support, many communities are presently provided with illiteracy, kindergar ten and nursery classes operating in conjunction with these centers to promote the well being of thou sands of children and adults. With reference to puericulture and com munity health centers, may it be said that with your help, they have done a great deal for our people particularly in the matter of mo ther and child health. It would be a very comforting picture to vi sualize all nooks and corners of the Archipelago dotted with these cen ters. Sometime ago, I have pro posed and I wish to reiterate my views here that these centers should be established near or within school premises so that aside from the adults, our children could be cared for and treated conveniently, and their physical defects properly and timely attended to. Let there be effective coordination in the under taking of these activities to avoid unnecessary duplication of work and dispersion of responsibility. The role played by women’s clubs in the development of social pro gress cannot be too strongly em phasized ; particularly so in the wholesome upbringing of our chil dren, the citizens of tomorrow who will shoulder the greater burden of carrying on the work to establish here a prosperous nation. If for no other purpose than to awaken civic interest and pride among our citizenry the activities rendered by your clubs deserve all encourage ment. But much still remains to be done. You will perhaps remembei' the stirring address delivered by our President on the occasion of his last birthday anniversary pleading for the regeneration of the race. No better^nstitution can give a start to J^Lmovcmcnt than the home of T^M^and the count less wo.lM^&‘r-^ ^J^ountrv are the /jSSf On the in fluence^ t exercise will much (A moulding of the charactZ<t Jp^mr youth and the strengtl wig of our social virtues. In comit^n counsel with those called upon to direct this movement, you will undoubtedly exert all that is in you^ for the happiness of this and fi ‘“'generations. We trust that y^/nll not fail in this task. Aga'mav I gladlv offer in be half of the City all its facilities to you and, however brief this conven tion may be. we hope that it will be most fruitful in accomplishments dedicated to the best interest of the country. HEADLINES (Continued from page 45) headquarters had been bombarded by artillery. However, some Com munists continued fighting in Ma drid. March 13: Dr. Joseph Tiso, head of the Slovak People’s Party and dismissed Slovak premier, left Pra gue for Berlin at the express in vitation of Caneelolr Hitler. The trip was made with the knowledge of the Central and Slovak govern ments .... Carrying out decision of President Quezon on the famous Planas case, Secretary of the Inte rior Alunan reprimanded the Ma nila coed councilor.... The mala ria epidemic in Pangasinan was re ported assuming alarming propor tions, 22 death having resulted from 311 cases.... On the ground that the provisions of the Philippine Rice Share Tenancy Act are gen erally unfair to tenants a.nd in some instances to landowners as well, a movement was started legislative quarters? to amend the law to give a bigger participation to tenants, from 50-50 to 60-40 in favor of the tenants. March 14: The Prague govern ment today announced formal dis solution of the Federation of Cze choslovak state. Reliable quarters in Prague said that Germany’s Chancellor Hitler made these de mands on hand—preserve Czechos lovak government; no obstruction to Slovak independence; Bohemia and Moravia to form a customs and monetary union with Germany; complete disarmament of the Czech military; introduction of German'y’s Nuremberg anti-Jewish laws........ Spanish loyalist junta at Madrid, having giving up hope for an “hon orable peace” prepared to resist imminent offensive.... Huge Su rigao iron reserves have been or dered set aside for the needs of the government by President Quezon. March 15: The German army marched into Czechoslovakia today, occupying the great industrial ci ties of Pilsen and Prague in the province of Bohemia. Curfew was imposed at 8 o’clock p. m. to pre vent outbursts of popular hatred.. . A large fire destroyed the PECO manufacturing plant and bodega and its subsidiary, the McCullough Printing, in Quiapo. .. . Japanese war planes covered a wide area toGALISATUM . LUNAS CALI5 qgainst skin diseases such as PricWy-heat. DhoWe-itch. Qingwornv Chafing, Pimples. Manga |^j-longkong4oo<. __ eczema, Oandroff.__________ — J— -*— - - * — BEAUTY HINT Maureen O'Sullivan finds her apiary all-absorbing. The Metro-GoldwynMayer actress proudly supplies her neighbors and friends with golden honey from her own bees. day dropping death and destruction on widely separated Chinese ci ties .... In his press conference to day, President Roosevelt warned that the proposal to raise excise tax on vegetable oils was a viola tion of trade agreements and might have serious international repercus sions. From Cover To Cover (Continued from page 1) story is known to the readers of this magazine through his poems that have appeared from time to time on our pages. The speeches delivered on the second day of the Seventh Biennial Convention of the Federation are published in this issue. The others will be published in subsequent is sues. We are sure that those club women who were unable to attend Manila, March, 1939 the Convention want to read them in full. After you have read the first of the story, The Greatest Man in the World, by James Thurber you will discover that the hero, Jack Smurch. has the same background—poor fa mily, little formal education—that ‘Wrong Way” Corrigan has. And, like Smurch, Corrigan flew a bat tered plane that made everyone wonder how it could have crossed the ocean from the United States to Ireland. But the similarity ends here. For according to newspaper reports and magazine articles, Cor rigan, unlike Smurch, has been un affected by his unexpected fame; he has remained modest and thrifty. He is now in Hollywood making a picture and reports have it that he wears the same leather jacket that he wore when he flew across the Atlantic and he lives in an un pretentious hotel and eats one meal a day. He wants to save his money. As to the one meal a day, it seems that when he was younger, he was so poor that he could hardly pay for the flying lessons that, he want ed very much. So he ate only one meal a day in order to save his money for the flying lessons. He had become so used to this that even now when he can afford to buy all the meals that he wants and needs he still eats only one meal each day. Moreover, his stomach has become used to such little food that it is upset when filled. We are introducing the five new members of the board of directors of the NFWC in this issue. The Federation is happy to have these new members on its board. We are sure they will be of great help to the organization. The Federation secretary is off to the States and will visit the New York World Fair and the San Francisco Golden Gate Exposition (as who will not when in the States while these fairs are showing). How much we envy her! We ex pect to hear her own account of these two fairs when she arrives; in the meantime, let us just read others’ account about them. We have met and conversed with' many of our compatriots who have traveled and our experience with them move us to agree with Pamela Frankau that travel breeds snobs and bores, as shown in her article on page 13. We have in mind es pecially one young lady who since she arrived from abroad never be gins a conversation without this preface: “When I was in New York (or Chicago, Naples, Pa ris) ...” March is graduation time and hundreds of girls who have finish ed high school are wondering what courses to take. Their choice of profession is motivated not only by what they like but also by this question: is the field in this crowd ed ? Iris Brown gives a good sug gestion in her article on page 15, especially now that the government is planning to establish libraries in all the provincial capitals. Another OPPORTUNITY to win big prizes EASTER SWEEPSTAKE April 16, 1939 SANTA ANA PARK P877.500 in PRIZE MONEY And thousands 2 First Prifes at . P60,000 2 Second „ . 25,000 2 Third „ ,, 10,000 12 Fourth ,, „ . 4,000 50 Fifth „ „ 2,000 100 Sixth . 1,000 200 Seventh „ 800 1 Charity Prize of P6,780 Eighth Prizes for^.tickets of other series the numbers of which are the same as the numbers winning either of the two first prizes, totalling Pl 6,000 of minor prizes WIN A PRIZE AND SAVE A LIFE PHILIPPINE CHARITY SWEEPSTAKES P. O. Box 141 National Charities Bldg., Taft Avenue, MANILA Telephones: Gen. Mgr. Adm. Div. 5-51-96 Auditor......................... 5-69-46 5-71-60 Treas................................ 5-68-46 SERVICE.... The uninterrupted, recognized service rendered by the WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL for the last fourteen years has won for itself the distinct admiration of all intelligent women. The great part that the Filipino woman is contributing to the social, eco nomic and political progress of the country can best be gleaned from issue to issue of this magazine. 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