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Title: Woman's Home Journal
Issue Date: Volume XVII (Issue No.15) December 15, 1946
Year: 1946
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extracted text: Mrs. Nieves Gonzales-Moran * cqM^*5 1947. A. SWKIAXO v €ia. General Managers Banco Hipolecario Ttlrljz. Tel 2-79-6? HOME for the SERVING THE PHILIPPINES PHILIPPINE AIR LINES, INC. Offers SPECIAL CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY RATES Since December 5. 1916 to January 5............ and with a return limit of 30 days, PAL will offer ROUND-TRIP TICKETS from all points to all points in the Philippines at FARE AND ONE HALF, that is. you pay only ONE HALF for the return trip. MAKE YOUR RESERVATION EARLY. INQUIRE FROM YOUR LOCAL AGENT fOK A CWRUTMAS <Sl VACATION p '•W : *6 • • ft < :;3 ; £■ i £fi ift ;ft • (/■ ’ft ! ■Al • •> ! il ! £}■ ;•$ •ft ■:3 • v •fl ! & :fl ; {f ! & fl • & •fl •! £'■ !fl : ; U ! £?■’ : fl ifl ■ DECEMBER 15, 1946 WOMAN’S Home Journal (Official Organ of the National Federation of Women’s Clubs) Board of Editors Trinidad Fernandez-Legarda Paz Policarpio-Mendez Geronima T. Pecson Enriqueta R. Benavides Managing Editor Minerva G. Laudico Associate Editor Paciencia Torre-Guzman Advertising Manager F. A. Fuentecilla THIS FORTNIGHT’S ISSUE ON OUR cover this fortnight is Mrs. Nieves Moran, wife of Justice Manuel Moran. Quiet and unostentatious, she cuts an attractive fig ure in State functions. One see's her very often because as wife of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, she has protocol to obey, social duties to perform and charity work to accom plish. She is deeply religious. Almost every morning she can be seen kneeling side by side with her magistrate husband in one of the quiet churches in Manila. Daily Communion is some thing the distinguished couple do not forego. THE WORLD of the night of the First Christ mas Eve was far from bright. In the stable where our Savior was born, as it was over stretches of sea and vastness of land rotting with a futile civilization, things were black, out worn, desolate. Our Christmas story here by D. Paulo Dizon is about a very black Christmas, when to allow the glow from a cigarette butt to show for even a moment was to incur the wrath of the atomic bomb itself. But as the hour of the Beautiful Midnight approached, darkness became futile before the light from seven lamps. MRS. ALICIA PALMA BAUTISTA writes a stirring description of Welfareville. An author ity on Home Economics, this daughter of the late President Palma has given up more lucrat ive positions to devote her talents to the care of destitute children who must grow up in the Children’s Village through no fault of their own. LINA FLOR does not have anything the -mat ter with her except that she just can’t put on weight. But every now and then, asthma which is a fashionable ailment gets the better of her and she succumbs to a seige in bed for days on end. Lately, she was hospitalized but it wasn’t for a blessed event. This has nothing to do, however, with the inspiration that pro duced “The Pleasures of Hospitalization” be cause Lina is one writer who always has article and short story (Continued on page 31) Vol. XVir, No. 15 December 15, 1946 Contents This Fortnight s Issue 3 For Things Lost and Dead 4-5 Conrado V. Pedroche The Children’s Village 6 Alicia Palma-Bautista No Life Is Wasted 7 Mrs. Glen Frank Christmas 8.9 D. Paulo Dizon Christmas Eve 9 Oscar de Zuniga I’ll Take Handkerchiefs 10 Mario P. Chanco Friends in America 1 1 Misa de Gallo 12-13 H. R. Ocampo I n Peace ] 4 The Monkey and the Turtle 14 Maximo Ramos The Pleasures of hospitalization 15 Lina Flor Two Outstanding Mothers of 1946 16-17 Style Forecast (Fashion) . 18-19 Holiday Spread 20-21 Club Women's Bulletin Board 24 Chase Blight Away 26 Household Notes 26 Buy Lines 28 Gifts To Make 29 Hollywood Beauty Secrets 34 The "Woman’s Home Journal” is edited and published by the Women’s Publishers, Inc., at 1055 Soler, Ramon Roces Bldg., Manila, Philippines. Telephone: 8-64-23. Entered as second class matter at the Manila Post Office on July 10, 1946. Subscription Rates: 1 year (24 issues) P6.00; 6 months (12 issues) P3.00; 2 years (48 issues) P11.00. For foreign countries double these rates. Illustrated by Pagsilang Rey lsip . . . and the earth felt warm beneath us. It was alive. It whis pered many wonderful things to us .. . AND now I weep for things lost and dead: for love lost, and the girl lost, and Jesus lost, and the 'earth lost. I weep for the good things of the world, for the heart filled with beauty and the singing gold of morning. I think of one who walked upon the waters because his heart was filled with love and faith. His eyes were sad and his voice was as the caress of young love. His hands were gently soothing. Soothing! In summer the flies buzz and make a riot of sound in the garbage can by the stairs. In the night the dancers fling their bodies, their warm sweating bodies to the rhythm of drum-taps and banjo plinki-planka-plunks. Hot music as hot as the summer sun. Soothing were his hands. So gent ly soothing were the hands of Jesus. But the girl with the sunshine in her eyes—is she dead, too? I have no way of knowing. I re member the day she came to me. She had a windy sunny smell. She smelled of the earth when the earth is pregnant with grains and grass. She, too, was gently sooth ing to the eyes. She came to me and bared her white teeth in a smile, her eyes shining with the sun of the earth. Such a child she was and how she is lost to me like the memory of something dear but lost and forgotten. Forgotten, too, is the rose in the garden. He rose from the grave and went straight to heaven in a glory of light. But the rose? The rose, the rose? The rose is a flower but so is the violet. But the rose in her garden was for gotten when she left. And now the soldiers are march ing back from the front and the world is red with blood. Not the red of the rose in the garden, but the red of blood in the field of battle. The earth will suck in the blood of fallen comrades and the grass will grow again from the skulls of dead heroes. But her eyes had stars in them. She had been looking at the skies For THINGS for so long her eyes had stars in them. Yes, even in our eyes there were stars. But that was long ago. And we were young. But now our eyes stare at the stars and the darkened skies and the bombs are falling yet in the hearts of mankind. Beauty lies panting like a wounded deer. But we shall build again over the ruins of cities. We shall nurse back to loveliness the wounds of the earth’s breast. We shall soar up ward to the skies and conquer the stars again. We shall escape from the ter rible consequences of our weapon of destruction. We shall touch the earth’s breast and feel free again. I think of these things in the night. So far away we are, so far away from home. We have wan dered away from those who love us and now we are lost. We are LOST lost in a lost world. Love, come back to me. Child, come back to me. Over the ricefields, dark clouds gather and the rains are here again. But the skies are dark with doubts and suspicion, man has not forgotten and for given. Man kills his brothers yet. Ah, the singing gold of morning. So many dead in the ricefields who shall not see sun shine again and hear the music of birds from the tree tops. So many who shall not see moonlight again and tomorrow. Ah, the years whirling over a PAGE 4 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL universe of falsehood and cruelty, lust and greed! But why should they remember Jesus? Come unto me for in my heart is the kingdom of peace. Peace is not in our hearts. Not yet, Jesus. Not yet. For in our hearts is hatred. The girl with sunshine in ner eyes, 1 wonder what had become of her? I met her in the green fields bordered by lazy hills of some small town far away. Af ter a while I was carried away by my father, and after that there weie other words, other sounds, other shapes. But not the sun shine in the eyes of the girl. Nor smelled again the windy sunny smell in a soft girl’s body, nor the earth pregnant with grains To forget the cold dark stenchfilled room and the hard bed be neath you, to go on a flight from reality to dream, to cheat the evil powers that hold you back. To seek in sleep the rest that in wake fulness you never find. To live in perfect repose... then the moment is gone and even the music fades far away... The moment is gone and the world stares us with the hard dark face of reality. I played soldier, too, when I was a small boy but I did not know then that it would come to all this—this hatred and this weeping, this blood poured for country and for creeds. Greed was ever in the heart then though we were too THEY KNEW ONLY THE LITTLE BEATS IN THEIR LITTLE. HEARTS... BUT THEY HAD TO GO DOWN THE HILL AND HEAR THE BIGGER BEAT'S OF THE BIGGER HEART OF THE WORLD. . . AS POIGNANT AND TENDER A LOVE STORY AS EVER WAS TOLD. and DEAD By C. V. Pedroche and grass. No longer the trail young to know. where we used to roam, or the Our ways of escape are barred hands with the plump short fingers against us. Machine, machine? It that held mine in tenderness. is a trap. We are as trapped animals knowing not which way For a while clear sunshine and to turn. To the fields we cannot the fragrances of roses and a real- go back. The fields are muddy ity of doors finally found. Doors with blood and if we return to and stairs, endless in the distance our books, there is weariness in and radiant in the end, yes, the them. Nothing now matters but found light, and after so much the conquered cities. Hunger mat darkness . . ters a great deal to the man who is hungry. It is tireless. Is there a way of escape but in the mind? And the girl lost, the girl with the sunshine in her eyes, shall I find her again? The lost child shall never return. She is dead but in the heart where still she lives. Lost child, come back to me. ’ As sad a story as ever was told. I was holding her hand and we were running up a hill. The sun and tne wmd were in her nan'. Wnen we reached the top of the lull I looked at her and her eyes were luminous and her little breast was heaving. We lay down in the long grass and the earth felt warm beneath us. It was alive. It was kind and soft. It whispered many wonderful words to us and we listened without sorrow. It was sad but we did not know it. Because we were happy and so young. It whispered: Grow, go down the ' hill and meet the world. Now you know omy the little beats in your little hearts. You do not know the bigger beats of the bigger heart of the world. Go down the hills of the years. You shall hear it. It is loud enough H you have the ears to hear it. It is loud and musical. It is not merely a sound. It is music. So thus we lay there and as we listened to the words we knew that we’ shall lose each other. And we began to cry and be afraid. We clung to one another and we wept for the thing that we knew shall be lost to us: for youth and love and tenderness. We lay there for a long time. We did not want to go down the hill. We wanted to remain there always and forever. We said so in our hearts and aloud to one another. When we stood to go it was dark and the winds were cool and whispering the secrets of the world around us. The grass felt soft and the flowers sprung be neath our feet. We went down hand in hand and the world met us at the foot of the hill. The world was bright with the glare of lights and the noise of the crowd. We did not say a word between us then but we knew that no word need be said because our hearts were too filled with grieving. And then my father took me away and though once in a while I heard from her we did not see each other again. The years were long and the world grew like a monstrous thing between us. Sometimes, walking down the boulevard, I think of her. I think of the past which to me has been lost. The far things and the quietness of the little town. The hills and the long grass and wnat the earth said to us. I think of these things and I weep long in my heart. Sometimes I see a girl whose eyes hold the sunlight and I find myself remembering. vl.CH 1 »«;«*£ laugn.er SUulluUlg 1X..C x.vi Miceli 1 near a Vvive tdLiuit, to me. xdUi aiways i <..uin sue is not mere, it umy ner gnusi Haunting me. it is only me wm&per or me past urvugni lo me Liuuugn me mysicry ui remembrance. so now 1 weep iur things lost ana dead. 1 snaa iiul dwea upon tnese mings again lor a long time, ims is me msi.. ior now again tne world is rusr.ing in upon tne heart and overwhelming it with its vastness. viuy 1 think again of one who walked upon the waters. And my heart is soothed. Maybe, if I return to you—to the quiet ways of the Lord and the flowered byways of the soul maybe I shall come upon her again. I seek out your hands in the dark and go back to the sim plicities of the world. Often I do this. But the world claims my heart, the world of light and noise and machine. I cannot return now. I have gone down the hill for ever and I am at last with the world. Ah, that I should lose you, girl with the sunshine in your eyes. Ah, that I should ever come to this and see the world crumbling down the abyss of centuries, that I should ever have known Jesus and love and Hitler and hate! Suddenly I am weeping. I weep for things lost: for love lost, and the girl lost, and Jesus lost, and the earth lost. For these I find myself suddenly weeping and over the world is a shroud darkening the vision. I weep for the good things of th*e world, for the heart filled with love and the singing gold of April and the songs of the birds no longer there. I weep like the poet for Adonais. I weep for Adonais—he is dead! DECEMBER 15, 1946 PAGE 5 Jh# ^hildnen’ A UULcupi, By Alicia Palma-Bautista II I Children in Welfareville gather at a function when Mie First Lady visited them. I HAVE found my children’s village. I came across it a little more than a year ago. It is no Walt Disney creation where life is a song. I wish it were. For, Welfareville is' nothing but a composite of houses, and school’ and teachers—nothing in the way of paradise, to a tired, worldy-wise soul. Some times in an attempt to grasp the idea that is Welfareville, I catch njyself calling it the happy ending of the story of the Pied Piper of Hamelin whose mert'y pipe drew all the children of the village away and led them into the sea. Not to perish. I always like to think the waves carved a safe path for the jolly band to pass through into another land—this Children’s Vil lage, Welfareville. What would I not give to find a fairy-tale village with music and laughter, where children who have lost their mother and father of both may grow to a jolly old age, singing their way through life? But because life is not a song, nor a suc cession of good times but is a game of joy and tears and heart breaks, the children’s village had to be a plain work-a-day little town within a town, where children could grow in carefree abandon tended as they are with food, clothing and shelter. Here, too, they leafn to obey their elders; to work; to study: to follow rules and regulations, to fight their own little fights with other children in a common evefyday wayWELFAREVILLE MIGHT BE THE HAPPY ENDING OF THE STORY OF THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN. WHATEVER IT IS, IT IS A NOOK NOT FAR FROM THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE OF THE CITY, WHERE BROKEN HEARTS MEND IN THEIR OWN WAY, AND LIFE BEGINS AGAIN Would you care to tour our lit- on the provincial roads and also tie children’s village? We have to keep them from straying and a swimming pool, and a kitchen, getting lost. Don’t you appreand several dormitories for the ciate our dustless road after that different Units. We have a hos- dust road we went through? pital for the children with medi- What I find interesting here are cines for them, and doctors and the children themselves—there is nurses. Our children are mere a wholesome medley of innocent mortals who get sick and must be hearts and others not so cleanly doctored. We have rules and reg- innocent. There are those childulations and fences that keep the ren into whose brief lives a shachildren inside the village. The dow has been cast and who have children have to learn to obey fallen victims to the call of the laws to grow up into law-abiding flesh and the devil. But they are citizens. The fence is to protect children, and must be looked afthe children from the car fiends (Continued on page 30} PAGE 6 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Mrs. Frank is the widow of } Glen Frank, renowned publi- I cist, and for twelve years pres- | ident of the University of Wis- • consin. At the time of his death, | Mr. Frank was campaigning | for U. S. Senator. Mrs. Frank’s | only son did not die on the } battlefield. He was killed be fore the war began. Only after many mother’s sons had met a soldier’s death did Mrs. Frank feel it possible to tell of her own passage through tragedy, grief, despair . . . and a re turn to faith, in the hope that her experience might in small measure be of help to her companions-in-sorrow. E SEPTEMBER 15, 1940, a little after eight in the even ing, I sat in the living room of my home in Madison, Wisconsin. One and one-half hours before I had said good-bye to my husband and son. They were en route to Green Bay, Wisconsin, where my husband was scheduled for an address. I knew as soon as the speech was over he would telephone me as he always did. Suddenly a maid came running down the stairs into the room. “Mr. Frank has been in an ac cident,” she said. “How do you know?” “I just heard it over the radio.” I knew by the look in her face that something dreadful had hap pened. I was afraid to question her further. I went to the tele phone and called a local radio station. “Has my husband been in an ac cident?” I said. “He has been killed.” “That can’t be,” I protested. “Well,” argued the voice from the station, “I don’t think Associa ted Press would stop all programs to announce it if it weren’t so.” Of course the young man did not mean to be cruel. He was shocked, and he spoke under strain. “Where did the accident hap pen?” I asked. “Near Green Bay.” In a few minutes I had an of ficial of the Green Bay hospital on the phone. “Do you know anything about an accident to my husband?” I inquired. “Is he dead?” “Yes.” “My son—he is all right?” “He, too, is dead.” I cannot write the anguish of that moment. I was plunged into chaos. Clergymen, relatives, friends, acquaintances, strangers offered their help. 1 could not be NO LIFE IS WASTED By Mrs. Glen Frank MRS. FRANK KNOWS THE HEART BREAK IN THE DEATH OF AN ONLY SON. —HER CONQUEST OF GRIEF IS A PATTERN FOR GOLD STAR MOTHERS EVERYWHERE comforted. The grief was all but intolerable. I felt utterly futile. All interest, meaning and purpose in life were gone. I adored my husband and son and they loved me devotedly, and when they died I was one dead who yet must live. The most tragic moment of my life was the one in which I said good-bye to my husband and son as the hour, of their funeral approached. My son’s hands had always seemed distinctive to me. Perhaps I felt that way because his first gesture of affection was raising his hand to me as I fed him. Or perhaps it was because he had great skill at writing even as a child. As I stood over him to say good-bye, I took his long, sensitive hands in mine as I had often done during his lifetime. But now they fell from me like cold lead. The soul that had made them stretch out to me in love, that had inspired them to write, had taken flight. Although his body lay before me, beautiful in death as in life, my child was not there. "Your child and husband can never suffer as you suffer now,” said a neighbor. But those w’ords brought no comfort. My husband and son, strong in mind and body were eager to live. The one, 21, on the threshold of life with promise of becoming a writer of distinction; the other, 52, with much more to do. Life was to them a challenge, and they wanted to meet it. Other friends hoped that time woud ease my sorrow. But each new hour deepened my despair. I went to church and tried to say the prayers that I had been taught as a child. But my lips were paralized as I tried to re peat: “We bless thee for our creation, preservation and all the blessings of this life.” The words seemed ironical. More than two years passed, when one afternoon I sat alone in my husband’s library, surrounded by his thousands of books. It was dusk—the time my son usually during the last year of his life, came home, opened the front door, called “Muds” (his name for me) and ran up the stairs three steps at a time to tell me that he had a byline in the evening paper, or tell me some other bit of news that would bring me pride and pleasure. As I sat there alone all the events of the same day, Decem ber seventh, 23 years before, came before my eyes. For that was the day on which my son was born. On that day, after hours of pain, I was told by my physician that a Caesarian operation had been decided upon as a last resort. “Be brave,” said my husband, “and in a few minutes our son for whom we have longed will be right here with us.” He was with us in a few min utes, but it was three hours be fore I heard my husband’s voice again—this time calling me back to consciousness with the joyous words: “It’s Glenny and he’s per fect.” I opened my eyes; there he was —the beautiful baby I had dreamed about! The nurse had rolled his bed close to mine, and then had left the room. The physician had gone into the farthest corner, so I was alone with my husband and our son. I had an indescribable feeling of elation such as I had never felt before. I suppose every mother has the same experience when she and her husband hover over their first-born and share with God the ecstasy and miracle of creation. As I sat in the library alone on my son’s. 23rd birthday, the me mory of his first birthday length ened into a panorama of his en tire life while dusk lengthened into night. I remember it all so well be cause it was the last time I per mitted myself to give way to con vulsive crying. I felt desperate and, not knowing what else to do, reached aimlessly for a book. It fell open to a passage which my husband had underlined: “—indulgence of grief, the blund er of a life.” It was as if my husband were speaking, asking me again to be brave. Then and there I realized that if I did not chain grief, it would chain me and reduce me to madness. I need faith. But the tragedy that took my beloved ones seemed to take that also. I must get it back. But how? I realized that I must rid my mind of the things that were obscuring it. First I needed to overcome the horror of death by violence on a highway. It does not matter how or where the soul leaves the body. It is the soul that matters. Abra ham Lincoln was shot in a theatre and died in a strange rooming house. And Christ, the Son of Man and God, was crucified on a cross. Also, I had to give to youth the place it deserves, for it is some thing more than a vestibule to adulthood. It is a corridor of life. iContinued on page 31) DECEMBER 15, 1946 PAGE 7 rE nights began to be very cold and we who had lost track of the calendar knew somehow that it was Decem ber. The earthly cold of Dec ember and the mortal fear* of the enemy shook us to the bones as we lay sleepless on our mats. If there was such a thing as what is called the spi rit of Christmas, we never felt it that year. Sometimes we spoke of it in cautiously hushed voices in an effort to dispel the morbid apprehension of the things that we felt were com ing to pas’s: sometimes we dreamed of it aloud among ourselves, allowing ourselves to indulge in wistful conversa tion: but this only tortured us the more afterwards when we were forced to face the act ual facts of the present. There were the afternoons, the twi lights when we saw men of the barrio being marched off along the road to the garrison in the town. And every night 'we heart! of one or another of our friends getting beheaded at the bank of the river. We were three families staying in Mr. Ramel’s house, all evacuees from the starving city. There was Mr. Perez, his wife, and two children. And there was Perto and his wife who was Jen years his senior. All of us who were strangers in this barrio where many terrible things came to pass almost everyday, felt that we were mistaken in coming here. We felt trapped, and when we said what we felt about our com ing here, we saw Mr. Ramel squirm, as it were; as though he felt it was his fault that we were in his house; and we had to apo logize. He was such a nice host, a very kindly old man, whose son, Guillermo, my friend, was taken by the enemy in the city; which brought us to this barrio. “By Christmas.” Mr. Ramel would say sometimes when w-e huddled together in a comer of the house, “by Christmas they are coming. Somebody from the hill told me he heard that from the short-wave.” And in hushed voices we’d talk about their coming, how we’d ce lebrate liberation along with the new year, what things we’d miss ed and would enjoy pretty soon, and for a moment we’d forget about the enemy and our friends who ”’f»re killed and the things we felt wore coming to pass sooner or later. “T-et’s have something for Christmas then,” Mr. Perez sug gested. “What, for instance?” I said, knowing there was nothin"- we ooiild have better than boiled camotes. “1 have s^o’-nd p”-av some where a iar of ho si.” Mr. Ramel sa;d. "T am kepn’ng it away for celebrating their coming. For three 1ono- vears. I have saved it; now I am almost sure they are coming. We can have it for this Christmas.” “When is Christmas Day, any way?” Perto asked. “Let me see,” Mr. Ramel said, and started calculating on his fingers. “Come to think of it,” Perez said, ‘it is only a couple of days away.” “No,” Mr. Ramel objected. “It is a week off yet.” And together we reckoned the date. Nobody in Bascaran really ever gave a thought to the time. Time did not matter any more to us except that it should pass away, that it should be over, that they should come. But they did not come by Christmas time. It did not seem likely at all that they would ever come. There was no Christmas celebration in Basca ran that year. At twilight of the day when it should have been Christmas eve, Peralta our neigh bor and his brother were picked up. In the afternoon of that day, Mr. Ramel had told us that they were within two-hundred miles off the valley, and at the time the constabulary men came to ONE MORE WAR STORY RECORDS A CHRISTMAS OF DARKNESS AiNiD THE LIGHT FROM SEVEN LAMPS get Peralta, Mr. Ramel and Pe rez had brought the jar of basi up the house. We peered through the window and we saw Peralta and his bro ther, hog-tied and bleeding from the blows of the constabulary men. Then they dragged the bleeding men off along the lonely deserted road. “Let’s drink,” Mr. Ramel said. Perez and Perto stood motion less by the window. I could hear the dull impact of closed fists against flesh, the restrained groans, bodies falling upon the ground, boots thudding against bones, hideous commands. “Let’s drink,” Mr. Ramel said. So we drank. For a long while none of us spoke. We kept on emptying and refilling our glas ses in resentful silence. But af ter a while, we got over it, as we had got over the other ugly things we had seen the past days in the barrio. Mr. Ramel said, “Here’s to Pe ralta’s and his brother’s health,” and raised his glass. “Here’s to butchery, murder and war and all the ugliness of the world,” Perez said, and threw the contents of his glass out of the window. Nobody raised his glass. Mr. Ramel said, “Look here, Perez, I saved that wine for three long years. For three long years, I refrained from touching it. And now, you’re only throwing it.” “I’m sorry,” Perez said. He gathered himself up and walked into his room to join his wife and children. I thought I heard him sob. “He still can’t take it,” Mr. Ramel said. “He still has to see plenty of blood to toughen him.” “Are they not coming yet?” Perto asked absently. “I’m tired of waiting, myself,” Mr. Ramel said. His jaws stood out prominently when he gritted PAGE 8 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Lamps have long been forbidden many months, there was light in the but Mr. Ramel gathered the lamps and for the first time in house. We expected the worst to happen any time. his teeth. “It’s all empty prom ises, about their coming. And everyday, we are dying one by one. Let’s drink. What’s the use of keeping this wine, anyway?” He was red in the face and his eyes glowed with anger. And I remembered Guillermo, his son. I remembered the last time we drank together in the city days before they got him. He looked much the same as his father did now. Mr. Ramel’s voice was now the voice of his son. In the thick ening twilight, there was almost ro difference between him and his son. “Why don’t you drink, Dloiiisio?” Mr. Ramel said to me. “Let’s celebrate. Why not? This is probably our last Christmas upon the earth. But certainly the last of its gloomy kind. Take my word for it.” “Not so loud, please,” Perto said. “You can never tell who’s listening under the house.” “Merry Christmas, whoever you are hiding under my house,” Mr. Ramel shouted, and took a long gulp from his glass, refilled it, and he laughed. “Merry Christmas, Dionisio,” he t m said. “Merry Christmas, Perto. Merry Christmas to you, sir, who ever you are snooping around un der my house. I inVite one and all to partake of >ny three-yerjrold wishful-dreaming wine.” Perez and his wife, and later Mrs. Ramel, the silent .woman, came into the sala where we were drinking and tried to soften down Mr. Ramel’s shouting. “Merry Christmas to all of you,” Mr. Ramel said. “I’m plad you have come to partake of my three-year-old......... ” “Please, calm yourself,” his si lent wife pleaded. “It is Chrismas eve this earn ing,” he said. “About two thous and years ago tonight, so the tale goes, there was born justice and goodwill among al: men. When they killed Guillermo, I began to believe that that ideal was killed t<>.>. It is dark, doesn’t anyone of you notice it? Why don’t you light the lamps? Let there be light!” “Please, lie down and rest,” his wife begged of him. “You have drunk much.” “Drunk?” he said. “I am not. I may be drunk, but not with wine. I am drunk with hatred. They have killed my ideal and my faith in beasts. At last there are no more men upon the earth. All men have been killed by beasts, and the few men who re main may yet get killed tomor row or the day after.” “Please, please,” The woman By OSCAR DE ZUSIIGA The Syrian winds shall come tonight To chant their songs of sweet delight; For’ Christ, the King is born to us, The symbol of one Christmas night! I hear the children sing a hymn In tenderness to welcome Him. And angels from above rejoice To see Him come all to redeem. Far and near His gladsome birth. The bells shall toll in eager mirth: For He brings peace . . goodwill to men— When Christmas comes upon the earth. pleaded. “They might hear you. Please.... ” “Let them hear who have ears, «'• tht Book sa.vs.” he quoted. "1 am the light. Let there be light. Why doesn’t anyone of you light the lamps? Go ahead, light all the lamps, and merry Christmas to all of you.” Nobody made the slightest move to light the lamps, for lamps have long been forbidden. So Mr. Ramel staggered from room to room, brushing off anyone who dared to str> him, and gathered ail the seve” lumps in the house. There was still a little oil in each of them and a: last, for ;r.e first time in many months, there was light in Mr. Ramel’s house. We all protested at first, but that only made it worse, because Mr. Ramel, who was a very good man, was a terror when he got good and angry. His long-pent-up re sentment was now given vent, and there was no placating it. We all expected the worst to happen any time. The. men of the garrison force hated lights at night. They who lived the lives of bats, who lived the dark lives of beasts, as Mr. Ramel put it, were now openly defied by seven lamps burning in the house of Mr. Ramel, and those who had not the bld man’s courage, trembled in fear of what might then come to pass any time now. “Merry Christmas, everybody,” Mr. Ramel said. He yawned and slowly sank in his chair; a little while later, he was snoring. DECEMBER 15, 1946 PAGE 9 9’ 1L Jakz. Handkerchiefs THE GIFT-GIVING SITUATION NEEDS A LOOKING-INTO, SAYS ONE MALE OF THE SPECIES WHO’LL SCREAM IF HE GETS A NECKTIE OR A READY MADEGREEN PANTS FOR CHRISTMAS THIS venerable institution called Christmas I consider espe cially dear for the following reasons: (1) It perrrlits me to give and to receive, with accent on the second syllable, and (2) It permits me to write a sizable quantity of cash and carry pr'ose, the usufructs from which I find highly exhilarating. On the other hand, I find Christmas sometimes difficult and for the following-named reasons: (1) Occasionally, in direct proportion to my earning pow er, I find myself constrained to give more than I receive, and (2) People, notably those who wear dresses, have an un canny habit of pr'esenting me with a host of articles and presents, which even my multitudinous activities fail to find use for. It is on this last premise that I intend building up the physique for what is to follow. Joking aside, I often wonder whether women realize come Christmas that their better halves might appreciate something less hackneyed than a pipe. In saying this I naturally do not include the select few who (bless their petticoatcd souls!) ex ercise not only wisdom but farsightedness in choosing gifts which will be appreciated by their male Recipients. I refer to the run-of-the mill female who, cognizant of the saying about the road to-hell being paved with good intentions, buys her crippled husband a pair of Jarman shoes. Of course the last-named ex- been much put out at the acample might be stretching ideas quisition of items for which they a trifle too far but I have known had little or no use. actual cases wherein husbands, When you consider that woman fathers andzor brothers have is generally referred to as the EMBRoirjtV'NQ OffER-itillGoiiVH -Address. nnnni iti m institute fashion Il III ULI 302-314 PEOPLES BANK BLDG. ■ BRANCH: CINE MANILA BLDC.. THIRD FLOOR. 2231 RIZAL AVENUE. lost specie which has a virtual grimy. So please remember—if in monopoly on the capacity to un- doubt, buy him a dozen. derstand men you will realize, as Pipes and pipe tobacco are, in my I do, that this gift-giving situa- opinion, rather unsafe presents to tion might bear some looking into, make unless the recipient is a de Having been a man for 24 years finite pipe fiend. Too aften there of my life, I feei myself some- have been cases wherein cigarettewhat qualified to comment on what smoking males have, by force mathe well versed women should jure, been obliged to smoke the give her males. pipe presented to him by some The first rule 1 must stress— fond female. While it cannot be and this goes not only for myself denied that pipes lend an air of but for several 'hundred gross of respectability even to buffoons, my fellow wolves—is that the age neither can it be contested that of the coat is, statements to the men who do not use pipes have a contrary notwithstanding, still perfectly valid reason for not doburied in the past. Using this as ing so. It does not necessarily a corollary statement I must em- follow that merely because Pepito phatically state that few men, if of Fefe smokes Camels you can any at all, will accept ties of any give him a corncobber so he can shape or color. They can be stykd make like MacArthur. It doesn’t by MacRory or Manong, Inc. but seem remotely possible that if he I doubt very much whether gifts does like nicotine, he will b? of ties will be popular in what is amendable to a medium which in still a basically reconstructing era. eludes such noisome accessories Of course I may be wrong, es- like pipe cleaners, p'pe tobacco pecially if your loved male hap- and a pouch. Make sure he likes pens to be a stuffed shirt or a to smoke a pipe, and then find Malacanan commando. The fact out if his teeth are good. You remains that ties have, for the can’t expect him to clamp down present at least, lost a great deal of their prewar utility. There is one item which men need in generous quantities but which they receive so infrequent ly—handkerchiefs. When you con sider how cheap handkerchiefs are, especially the white all-purpose ones, you will understand why the males occasionally get that hom icidal gleam in their eyes when ever some sweet thing in lace gives them.... you guessed it— cuff links or ties. The handkerchief is an import ant appurtenance of the average male’s life. He uses it far oftener that the female, being more suscep tible to colds and less restrained in the expulsion of the cold’s more disagreeable accountrements. He gets cinders in his eye oftener, gets his face dusty, his neck on briar a la Gregory Peck if he wears falsies. Shoes are somewhat hazardous too. If, as appears typical of quite a number of men, he wears his right shoe a half size larger than the left it is possible that you may have to take back the pair to where you bought it from come December 26. However, if his feet are normal and you are able to read the measurements inside one of his old pairs you can safely buy a pair—but make sure it's the color he likes. Bear in mind you’re not pleasing yourself— you’re pleasing him. Black and white may seem ducky to you but he may not wear anything brighter than a pallid tan. Keep the peace and get tan. As for socks—well, they're more /Continued on page .32 > PAGE 10 WOMAN'S HOME JOURNAL The Escoda children, Maria Teresa and Tony, Jr., shown with John Wayne, Hollywood star of many American pictures about sions. Dr. Glassgo is a very nice man. They showed us photos of you as a student, your wedding, and your family group, and asked us many questions about you all. Mrs. Glassgo gave us some seeds which I requested Mercedes to mail to our office so that you could distribute there for plant ing. “Here is good news! The New Hampshire Federation of Womens Clubs have decided to extend a scholarship in favor of Miss Evan gelista which will be effective next January. “I have also given a list of some of our most active clubs to ex change letters and ideas with the clubs here. Please tell them to answer the letters that they will receive. “People here are kind, generous, and understanding but they all ask me what has happened to the things they have sent to the Phil ippines. It seems nearly everyone has contributed something to send there. I am trying hard to push the NFWC and everyone is im pressed by our work and our re cord. We have engagements to speak in Albany, Connecticut, Washington, Baltimore, North Ca rolina, New York City, Denver, Chicago, and again in the West Coast where we hope to organize more Women’s Clubs among the Filipino community. It takes time to establish connections and make myself known, but we have that now specially after the meeting at the Waldorf-Astoria where more than 1000 women attended. The A. P. New York Times and all the big newspapers have all gotten stories from me. The NBC has made a recording of the broadcast speech I made two days ago. “There is so much to do for our country here and for our peo ple... “Glad to hear about the Escoda memorial. Hope you did not for get the Capas boys on November 1st. You can write to me at this hotel by air-mail. We hope to stay here for some more time to come: Hotel Taft 7th Ave. at 50th St. New York 19, New York.” the Philippines, notably "They Were Expendable." fOJNE of the letters written by home consumption. ’O' Mrs. Legarda to Mrs. Hena- “We have had a very wonderful res was so full of interesting items time during the Assembly which that we decided to reproduce most was held at South Kortright, of it. As often as possible we about 6 hours drive from New shall do the same with the letters York City, in the very heart of we receive from our friends the Catskill Mountains where Rip abroad: Van Winkle had his twenty years “November 2, 1946. sleep. There were only dairy “I decided not to go out tonight farms and poultry houses and nor to accept any engagements about 100 inhabitants but the just to be able to dash off these autumn scenery was gorgeous few lines to you and the other and it was cold! We slept under members of the Federation. There four blankets all the time. is no time for correspondence and “And while there what do you I have been quite uneasy because think happened? We met a lovely I cannot do much writing. There is white-haired lady who presented so much to do and only 24 hours herself to us as vour ‘mammy’, a day to do it in. I wish there Of course you know she is Mrs. were 36 hours instead and there Glassgo from Albany. One afterwere two of me so that while one noon she snatched us away from was attending to all the meetings, the Assembly and drove us to her lectures, etc. the other could stay home in Albany where we stayed home and compile clippings, pho- overnight and came back the next tos, etc. and write articles for morning to attend the other sesGet Your REFRIGERATOR. NOW! NORGE-ALASKA MODEL (4 cubic feet) P300~down BALANCE ON EASY TERMS COSA CORPORATION Calvo Building, ground floor 60 Escolta D EMBER 15, 1946 PAGE 11 MISA DE fallo CUR TIME-HO NORED MISA DE GALLO WILL NOT VANISH IN THE ANNALS OF CHRISTMAS CE LEBRATIONS IN THE PHILIP PINES. THE YOUNG M 0DERNS FIND THIS OLD SPANISH CUSTOM VERY CONVE NIENT. In the inky blackness, the church lights cut a beam while bells rang merrily for everyone to hear and heed. By Hernando R. Ocampo rMUST have been past three in the early morning when we woke up because we heard the town brass band already making its round to wake up the people. We had to exert a great deal of determination to leave the warmth of our blankets as the chill of December was usually at its intensest between the hours of mid night and dawn. “If you don’t get up now you’ll not reach the church on time,” Mother said, when she came to wake me up and I wrapped the blanket closer around my body. “The brass band is already up and around.” It was the first morning of the "Misa de Gallo” and we did not want to nvss it. We had planned weeks in advance how our gang would go to church in a group and not miss a single morning of the nine mornings of the “Misa de Gallo,” and unless I got up in time to wake and round up the rest of the gang all our plans would go awry. I was still debating whether to get up immediately or remain in bed for some more minutes when suddenly someone pulled the blan ket away from the top of my body. “What the...,” I cursed between clattering teeth, and stood up shivering in my underthings. “Lazybone,” my brother Laurea no said, laughing, “you are sup posed to wake us up and the others. And you turned out to be harder to arouse than a can of we hadn’t time enough to wake and round up the others. So we took the coffee in a hurry, and in a few moments we were already braving the chilly early morning air of December. My sisters Charing and Chong wanted to get the girls first, but Laureano and I said that it would be better to go and wake up the boys, because then we could pro ceed to, and arrange to meet them later on at one of the girls’ place without wasting any time waiting for them to dress up. Whereas if we got the girls first, we would have to wait for them before we could go and wake up the other boys. “All right.” Charing said. “You lard in an ice-box.” Washing the face and the hands was another ordeal which I had to undergo. Water from the faucet was icy-cold and the first drops that touched my hands sent me gasping for breath and shiver ing with chill. I managed to wash up, however, with as little water and in as quick a time as was pos sible, and within twenty minutes or so we were all dresed up and ready to go out. My mother insisted, however, that we sip a cup of hot coffee each to warm our stomachs be fore venturing out into the cold darkness of the early morning. We knew that it would be useless for us to tell her that as it was we were already quite late—that WOMAN’S HOME JOIRN PAGE 12 easier time waking the girls up, but the time they took to dress up more than offset whatever time we saved. Naty and her three girl-cousins, Mary, Nining and Loly, were so fussy with their hair-do’s, and the -.vay they pouted the applied red lipsticks against their lip;—why, it was enough to drive you crazy. The whole thing could have really driven me crazy were it not for Loly. Watching her primming herself up before the mirror was more than enough to make me forget all that the other girls did with their hair and their lips. I could .really watch her for hours and hours on end, and— well, anyway, Vicente and th’ other boys arrived, and at their insistent plea that the girls “please, hurry up,” Naty and her cousins were soon ready. THE asphalted provincial road that lead churchward glisten ed blackly with the early morning dew at intervals where there were no red-and-yellow paper lanterns hanging by the windows of the houses along the roadsides. Be cause where there were lanterns, the red and the yellow of their paper trimmings mingled and glistened with the dull black sheen of the dew-moist asphalt street. Our group seemed to be the noisiest, being composed mostly of eighteen-year-old-or-so ' boys and girls, and people who passed us by or whom we passed by on the provincial road on our way to church eyed us with envy or with disapproval as the case may be. With envy, if they were boys and girls of our own age; with disap proval, if they were staid old foggies and cantankerous old maids. We did not mind them, however, and instead pretended the whole of the road belonged to us: the girls keeping themselves in a gos sipy bunch at the middle of the road, the boys flanking behind them and beside them. 1 naturally kept myself near Loly’s side, and whenever 1 could, tried to pierce the palisade of their woman-chatter with wellplaced witty remarks. Loly re warded my efforts once in a while with a smile, and I told my self that at this rate I was bound to get somewhere before nine And we went to Vicente’s house. Vicente was fat and stubby and we call him “Fatty.” His father said that it was because of too much sleeping that Vicen te was fat and stubby. “And the way he sleeps,” his father said, “ay..., you have to bring the whole house down before you can wake him up.” We thought that bringing the whole house down was too much even for such an important mat ter as the nine early morning masses before Christmas. We de cided that the best way to wake up Vicente without bringing the whole house down was for him to tie one end of a piece of rope around his right ankle before go ing to bed, and let the other end go through a hole on the floor so that in the early morning we need only pull the rope and arouse Vicente without waking up the whole neighborhood. Vicente had the good sense of tying an empty milk can at our end of the rope, and when we came to his house we did not find any difficulty in locating the shiny tin can in the dark. Laureano jerked the rope a number of times while I said, “Vicente. .. Vicente... It is late already.” My sisters, later on, joined in the chorus of calling Vi cente’s name, while my brother kept ony jerking the rope. But not a stir upstairs rewarded our efforts. After a short while, however, I took the end of the rope from my brother’s hand, and muttering an impish “What the...” pulled it as hard as 1 could. At almost the same time we heard the thudding sound of a body falling against the floor, followed with loud and angry curses. It was Vicente, who must have fallen from his bed when I pulled the rope. “Shut up,” Laureano told Vi cente, when we heard him cursing upstairs, “The sun will be up in a little while and unless you hurry up we’ll leave you behind.” “Okay,” Vicente muttered, “wait for me and I’ll dress up.” “We’ll proceed to Naty’s. You meet us there,” I said, trying not to laugh at Vicente’s falling on the floor. “All right,” he said. “1’11 pass by Pepe’s and Tomas’ house on the way.” At Naty’s place we had an days of the “Misa de Gallo” would be over. Once in church, however, I had to be separated from Loly, inas much as the girls had to go way out in front, almost near the alter, while we boys had to re main at the back. There was, of course, no law against boys’ join ing girls near the altar, but when you stayed in front you had to kneel and follow every prescribed ritual of the church mass. And while most boys were not actually irreligious, they’d rather be more comfortable and remain standing at the back than be with the girls and suffer such inconveniences as kneeling and crossing themselves every so often. During the long and rather tiresome church service, I had to content myself with such things as listening to the choir of young girls overhead, watching the halfsleepy priest perform the rituals of the early morning mass, glan cing at the girls who came late as they softly made their way to ward the altar. I wanted to con centrate more on the mass proper, but every time I did this I invari ably ended in nodding my head into semi-sleepiness. At long last, however, I heard the brass band outside of the church playing the “Philippine National Hymn.” This was a sign that mass would soon be over, and together with the other boys I went out of the church. We stayed in a line at the big front door outside of the church, not only to wait for our girl companions but also to watch the flow of other young girls as they made their way out of the church. Loly and the other girls soon came out, and in a noisy and hap py bunch we made the rounds of the church patio: buying bibingka, puto-bumbong, and other na tive delicacies, sipping hot tea, playing the beto-beto or the pen ny roullete. It was already past six in the morning when we decided to leave the church patio, and on the way home we were less noisy than we had been on our way to church. Perhaps it was because the last three hours had fagged us out. Or, perhaps, it was the bibingka, the puto-bumbong, and other delica cies in our stomach that prevent ed us from teasing each other, or from making use of our vocal fa culties in ways other than what was essentially and absolutely ne cessary. Whatever it was, however, we decided to be with each other again the next morning before we parted for our respective homes. And as I walked home ward with my brother Laureano and my sisters Rosario and Asun cion, I was thinking how best I could woo and impress Loly so that I might be able to win her within the remaining eight mor nings of the “Misa de Gallo.” DECEMBER 15. 1916 PAGE 13 I.\ PEACE <6>TF women fan the world,” wrote an American girl who -L had known the long terrors of the bombing of Britain by the Luftwaffe, “there would be no more wars. And the world might make a little sense.” This is an idea that has been in existence for many cen turies, the idea that women could, would, or should prevent" war's. Back in the fifth century, B.C., Aristophanes made comic and critical use of this in a play which showed the Greek women getting tired of the endless wars between Athens and Sparta and suddenly and decisively putting a stop to it. In the twentieth century, women in many countries have dared to dream of a time when wars would be outlawed aS definitely as cannibalism. Between the two world wars and during both wars American women joined organizations to study the causes and cures of war, went to committee meetings, read books, listened to lectures, wrote their views to their congress men and brought up their children in the hope of peace in !a troubled world. When the European nations embarked upon the war of 1914-18, the fevered Jane Addams of Hull House joined her influence to a group that hoped and labored to stop the war in its early phases. In the recent war, Carrie Chap man Catt, famous suffrage leader, headed an organization of women called “The Women’s Action Committee for Victory and Lasting Peace.” American women, like women in many lands, see the very founda tions of their lives imperiled by war. Behind the scenes of battle they see sons, husbands, sweet hearts, and brothers who will never return. Women saw this picture, even before the Nazis and the Fascists started their blitz bombings, bringing destruction into the homes and placing women and children in the front line. Now the awesome development of the atomic bomb, first achieved by scientists from many countries in the United States, Canada, and Great Britain, but sought by scientists of all nations, gives the stern and inescapable command that was voiced by the American women columnist Anne O’Hare McCormick: “Make peace, it says, or. perish.” On his return from the European war, General of the Army Dwight D. Eisenhower spoke of the “absolute necessity” of peace and emphasized that the nations of the earth must learn to live together if they are not to die together. American women are beginning to think about the kind of world that' must be developed now. They applauded when , Eleanor Roosevelt said in a public address that no mother can feel her chil dren are safe so long as there are other children crippled by pover ty, disease, and lack of opportu nity. They are beginning to see that the safety of children every where, the economic stability of all nations, the destruction of the war lords and exploiters in every land, the development of a demo cratic faith in human beings all over the world, offer the only hope for the security of anybody, any where on earth. When war began in Spain, the war in which the Nazi and Fascist pilots learned the technique of bombing civilian populations, Spa nish women did not know how to keep their children safe. They had to stand in long lines, waiting for food, and their children waited with them, when the dive-bombers came. Instructions went out that the proper procedure was to fall flat on the ground, protecting the head wih £he hands. But the Spanish mothers often could not do this, because their frightened children were clinging to them, weeping in terror. A story came out of Spain that must apply to mothers anywhere, telling how, when death roared over them, the peasant mothers stood and spread their voluminous skirts about their children, in a magnificent and fu tile gesture of maternal devotion. Mothers have always been ready to die for their children, but now they face the inescapable neces sity otf working to have their childreh, lest mankind destroy it self in another war. A mother’s arms, a mother’s skirts, are not enough to protect a child when the bombs begin to fall. Back in 1934 delegates from millions of women, in most of the civilized countries, came together in Chicago under the leadership of the International Council of Wo men. For a week they met and talked together, listened' to lec tures, made plans for reshaping the world nearer their hearts’ de sire. They came together to con.sider not war and peace, but an even bigger subject, how to deve lop a decent world in which children everywhere could grow up in safety and realize their fin est potentials. Mary Beard, the historian, gave the keynote to this congress of women, and great crowds of women, in meet ing after meeting, in hope and fear, investigated one aspect after another of what Mary Beard had called “Our Common Cause—Civi lization.” The kind of civilization studied by the women of many nations at Chicago as their “common cause” was a civilization in which each country might experience one of the Four Freedoms later proclaim ed .by Franklin D. Roosevelt: freedom from fear. All the warring nations have suffered tragic loss and the road ahead must be a hard one for all the peoples of the earth. Bitter lessons must be learned, by victor and vanquished alike, if indeed the nations are not to perish from the earth. American women have learned, as other women have that in this age of air power all nations will be enemies if they cannot learn to be good neighbors. American women believe that to build a lasting civilization must be the common cause of women every where. The Monkey And The Turtle By Maximo Ramos (A Tale for Children) THE MONKEY and the turtle were good friends for quite a time. But after they quarreled over the bananas, as you have doubtless heard about in the wellknown Filipino folk talc, and af ter the monkey threw the turtle into the pond foolishly thinking to drown him in this way, the turtle kept off from the monkey. Of course, as long as the turtle stayed in the water, the monkey could not catch him. However, the turtle did not enjoy being in the water all the time, for he loved nothing so much as fresh air and sunshine. And so he came up on land but had to hide under the thick shrubs that grew at the edge of the water for fear that the monkey might get him once more. One day, while the turtle was inhaling the cool morning air under a wild pepper plant which was full of ripe, red fruit, the monkey caught him suddenly and said: “At last I have you! Breathe your last, for I shall now tear off your head because you told me you would drown if I threw you into the pond and when I did (Continued, on page 22) PAGE 14 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Jh& pisuaAJUJiM oft IF you knew me intimately, one glance at the title of this ar ticle and you will agree that I am the very person to write on the subject. Since my mai'riage ten years' ago. I had been in (and out) of hospitals several times: four times to have a baby, once as a pneumonia victim, and once—the latest—for penicillin treatment to counteract a threatened case of pleuritis. Seven times all told. Which is quite a record of sorts', though of a dubiously meritorious one. Anyway, from all this preliminary account, even the most apathetic tender will no doubt gather that, from the point of experience, I am well-versed on the subject enough to wtite a discourse on it. My husband (who foots the bill), s'ays I ought to be able to write a book of at least two volumes on the subject. Someday I might, at that. But in the meantime, I shall confine myself to a short feature. And one that does not embrace the whole subject of hospitalization but dwells' on just one phase of it—the most pleasant one, to our way of think ing. Namely, on having a baby in the hospitals. And this is meant to benefit future mothers whose coming hospitalization will be their first. May they profit by my experience (I should say, experiences). If this will be your first baby, you will naturally look forward to the event wi1;h a mixture of thrilling anticipation (displayed By Lina Flor relied upon and how will you preparation concern your hospital manage for the first few days, stay, or that part of it after the etc. Just the thought of giving baby has come when you will play birth in the hospital, where there a role not unlike the stellar role are experienced obstetricians and in a charming play. Be prepared implements necessary, should it for this part, for it is by far one be an abnormal case (which you of the nicest compensations of pray to Heaven it won’t be!), motherhood. You know how the will do a lot toward alleviating Blessed Virgin dominates the picsome of your fears (and your hus- ture in any painting of the Nativiband’s, though of course he is most ty, second only to the Infant Jesus, careful not to let you know this), st. Joseph is always just a mere somewhat. shadowy form in the background You have nine months in which and the Three Kings or the to prepare for the coming of the shepherds, as the case may be, baby. Let a large portion of this though on the foreground, are figures that draw one’s attention only secondarily.' That is how it will be with you, during that first week at the hospital. Your husto friends, relations, and husband, specially the last) and deep alarm (secretly fostered). It will help you increase the first feeling and lessen the second by devoting the intervening months between dis covery of your condition and ar rival of the baby, to elaborate planning and preparation. THERE IS ALWAYS A LIGHTER SIDE TO ANYTHING. A.SEIGE TN BED CAN BE A WELCOME RESPITE FROM BEING HEALTHILY A PART OF THIS HARASSED WORLD band can strut around pass ing cigars as much as he wants to: you will be the one that will draw the attention of the visitors, you and your baby. But mainly you. For the baby will look extra ordinary only to you and your hus band and the grandparents; to the Make up your mind at once to have the baby in the hospital, or at least in a reliable maternity cli nic. Once you have decided not to have the baby at home, you can sort of ease up your mind on little nagging worries about whether or not a mid-wife or hilot can be others, it will look like any other newlyborn infant (though they will take care not to say this to you, instead exclaiming hypocritically loud praises and assertations as its looking either the spitting image of you or the smug papa!). But you, they will really notice and take note of. They will re mark on how well you are looking and, in this case, you can believe them wholeheartedly. For, ten to one, they are telling the truth. A woman invariably assumes a cer tain heavenly loveliness twice in her lifetime: first when she is all dressed up in her wedding gown and second when she has gotten over the throes of childbirth and gains that indescribably beatific serenity of motherhood for the first time. That is why I advice every about-to-be-a-mother woman to prepare carefully for this period I am speaking of. In a large measure, the success and pleasant ness of her hospitalization will hinge on her preparation for it. For, ten to one (they tell you), a woman assumes a certain heavenly loveliness twice in her lifetime... (Continued on page 33) DECEMBER 15. 1946 PAGE 15 | N an impressive ceremony at the Congress Session Hall on Parents’ Day, December 2, The National Federation Of Women s Clubs in the Philippines conferred for the first time in the history of Parents’ Day here the title of Outstanding Mothet1 of the Year on Owo venerable Pilipinas: DONA ROSARIO ACUNA ROXAS DE PICAZO and DONA MERCEDES MADAMBA DE LLANES TWO OUTSTANDING TTtpCPLAlNING the momentous -Tj event, Mrs. Geronima T. Pecson, as a National Federation executive and member of the com mittee that selected the conferees, said: “Our first celebration of Parents Day under the Republic carries a message that can be a keynote for national survival. From the disaster and tragedy of war, we have come intensely aware of the fact that the family is the core of the nation; the home its unassailable bulwark... Believing that the sum total of the strength of the homes makes up the strength of the nation, and, eager to cooperate with the President in the task of reconstruction, the Board of Directors of the National Federation of Women’s Clubs chose this year as one of its main pro jects the strengthening of Filipino homes. The life of the home, and, therefore, of the nation, revolves around the mother, so the board of directors decided to choose two outstanding mothers of 1946 in order to set standard for mother hood in the Philippines at an ele vated level.” VICE-PRESIDENT ELPIDIO QUIRINO, who delivered the master speech of the occasion, said: “The Filipina today can well boast of a position that few of her sisters of other lands enjoy, and it is most fitting that we should honor her in observing a day set apart for the Filipino fa mily... It is the Filipino mother who has nourished the true tradi tions of our family; it is also she who has taken the boldest steps to strengthen and modernize it.” Speaking of the late Mrs. Jose fa Llanes-Escoda, he said: “Mrs. Escoda was the prototype of the modern Filipina. Surely by her fruitful life and her heroic death she has given the world a shining example of the modern women of our race. A progressive champion of the rights of her sex, an un selfish and tireless social worker and educator, she displayed fully the capacities of the Filipina in fulfilling her duties to her country and to society. She was a devoted partner and helpmate of her hus band, and she gave the last proof of her devotion by risking her life together with his in the extremely ’’dangerous task of underground EjLUCIDATING further, Mrs. 1 Concepcion Maramba-Henares, acting president of the Na tional Federation in electing Dbna Rosario and Dona Mercedes for this gracious title has taken into consideration the following points in their careers as mothers: First, both have reared big families; Second, their children have re ceived the benefits of good and li beral education and have dis tinguished themselves in their chosen professions; and third, both are mothers of highly distinguish ed citizens, “whose place in the history of our country is assured.” work and resistance against the enemy.” The part of the speech which was immediately followed by the reading of the citations and the awarding of the diplomas and me dals to the two conferees, fol lows: “The National Federation of Women’s Clubs has set forth the achievements of Doha Mercedes in its citation of her as outstanding mother of the year. But I like to think of her as the traditional type of Filipino mother, so similar to the mothers of most of us, the modest self-sacrificing mothers found in almost every Filipino home. She is a simple woman and her simplicity is her great ness. Simply she faced the chal lenge of life when she was widow ed and left with the care of seven children, six of them daughters. Simply and with quiet courage, she gave each of them an educa tion, supporting them singlehanded until they were equipped to face life on their own. And just as simply, when the time came, she received with brave resignation the news of the fatal imprisonment of her daughter Jo sefa.” » » I t I —* Make FLEUR r Your Shoppmf --------1 GIFTS for all ages! —GIFT SUGGESTIONS— Cosmetic and Perfume Gift Sets; Dresser sets; handbags and Vanity Cases; Bathing Suits; Play Suits; Fancy Lingeries; Bar Sets; Salad and Hostess Sets; Plastic Dinner Sets; Trays and Dollies; Embroidered Handkerchiefs and Guest Towels; Watches; Rosaries; Novelty Pins; Men’s Travel Kits; Cigarette Cases; Bill Folds; Dolls; Mechanical and Plastic Toys; Cameras; Photos and Autograph Albums; Christmas Cards. We accept reservation for Gifts and Toys shop FLEUR DE PARIS EARLY Department Store ----------------- Cor. Rizal Ave & Azcarraga Sts. ~ AVOID THE RUSH T;o DONA ROSARIO, the VicePresident addressed this apos trophe: “Doha Rosario, we honor you today not only because of the eminence of your beloved son. The dignity which surrounds you is not merely the glory reflected in your son’s position as leader of our peo ple. The honor and the dignity are yours of your own right. They are the measure of your own achievement as a wise, devoted, and unselfish mother, as the mo ther whose training, guidance and inspiration lighted the spark of intelligence, high vision, daring courage, and unfaltering qualities of leadership of the worthy first President of the Republic of the Philippines.” A THOUGHT to ponder on; “Let us hope that the models of Filipino parenthood whom we honor today will inspire every Fi lipino family to be the nursery of a brave, free, progressive and prosperous Filipino people." PAGE 16 WOMANS HOME JOURNAL MOTHERS OF 1946 I)ONA AURORA ARAGON DE QUEZON is shown tn the top photograph at left, pinning the medal on Doha Rosario flanked by President Roxas and Vice-President Quirino. Bottom pic ture shows Doha Mercedes receiving her award with the Presi dent and the First Lady looking on. IN CLOSING, the Vice-President eulogized: "Fortunate is the mother who, in the momentous life of her son, lives to observe his eloquent achievement and share in his glory. Happy is the mother who, in the posthumous consecra tion and glorification of her daugh ter, can hear the encomiur s and national recognition of her daugh ter’s heroism from the very lips of gratified admirers. But more for tunate and happier still must be the son who, at the zenith of his political and patriotic career, still has a mother to whom to impart his fears, his longings, his aspira tions, his happiness, and a dis tinguished and loving mother of his children with whom he can discuss the latter’s future and glory. Dona Rosario’ Doha Mer cedes, with your presence you have honored us. I congratulate you both.” DONA ROSARIO ACUNA ROXAS DE PICAZO was 7 7 years old last Decerrtber 9. She has seven children all of them living, and eighteen grandchildren. Her' oldest child is Judge Mamerto Roxas, a nine month-old baby when his father died. President Roxas, the second son, was born posthumous ly. Widowed at 18, she brought up her sons single handed until 12 years later when she married again. By Leopoldo Picazo, her second husband, she bofe five children: two sons, Leopoldo and Evaristo, and three daughters, Nena, Consuelo and Inez. Her two sons are practising attorneys and her daughters, two of whom are married are all career women. The President's mother does not live in Malacanan. The Palace room reserved for her is still vacant; she sees it only when she happens to drop in there. She lives way out in San Juan in a street whose name is hard to remember. Her house, being new, still has no number to identify it. As Vice Pres ident Quirino puts it she prefers anonymity. To her is con ceded "privileged unpublicity." MlERCEDES Madamba Llanes was born in Dingras, Ilocos Norte in Sept. 24, 1871. She was the youngest child in the family. Her mother was Guillerma Acos ta of the well to do family of Ilo cos Norte. Her father was Ma riano Madamba, once a Governor of Ilocos Norte. She was married to Gabriel Llanes, only son of Mr. and Mrs. Guillermo Llanes. In his time, Gabriel Llanes was the town professor in Music, special izing in piano and in violin. They had seven children, six girls and one boy, the oldest being the late Josefa Llanes-Escoda. Mrs. Llanes was widowed ear ly—Josefa was only a high school graduate then. Believing in giv ing all her children further edu cational attainment, she brought them all to Manila to study in 1920. Josefa was then in the Normal School. Mrs. Llanes guided her children to achieve what to her was their heritage. Losing her only son, Florencio (a promising violinist) and an other daughter, Luisa (fourth year in the College of Education, U.P.) she had five more girls to guide, finally arriving at her goal and producing: Josefa—Graduated with honors at Normal School, 1918; H. T. C. graduate in U.P.; pensionada of the American Red Cross to the New York School of Social Work in 1922. Got her Master’s Degree in Columbia Univ., 1925; became U.P. Instructor in Sociology, 1928-’3O. Later became social worker, Home Service Section of the Red Cross; Field Secretary, Phil. Anti-Leprosy Society; Social Organizing Secretary, Tuberculo sis Section, Bureau of Health Editor of the Child Health Ma gazine. Championed and was res ponsible for Filipino Women':! Suffrage. Went to America twice and also to Europe for Girl Scouts Work; was founder and first National Executive of the Phil. Girl Scouts; was Secretary of the National Fed. of Women’s Clubs and later, its President. During her affiliation with the Women’s Federation, she initiated numerous projects for the better ment of the community at large such as adult education, nursery classes, children’s playgrounds and community kitchens, organ ized classes for women on for women which taught them needlework, balanced one-menu diets and other civic-spirited ac tivities. When the war broke out, the NFWC continued its work, mainly through the efforts of Mrs. Escoda, helping girl stu dents stranded in Manila. Her greatest contribution to the cause was her work of smuggling food and medicine to the American in ternees in Sto. Tomas and Los Banos and supplying vital infor mation to the guerillas. She was imprisoned by the Japanese in Ft. Santiago late in 1944 and was never heard of again. Her Hus band, Antonio Escoda, a news paperman and also a guerilla, was arrested and executed by the Japanese earlier in the same year. Rosario Llanes Arambulo mar ried to Atty. Dominador Arambu lo of the Arambulo family of La guna. took her Bachelor of Science and Master of Science degree from the Univ, of the Phil.; In structor of Botany in the U.P.; Technical Assistant, National Re search Council of the Phil., 1935-1937; Professor in Science in the Univ, of Manila and Cen tro Escolar Univ, before the war; at present, Professor of Science and Assistant Dean of Women, (Continued on page 31) DECEMBER 15. 1916 PAGE 17 ak ™°dellcd by Chona Recto Ysmael, comes in * *"®ck tOp .t-i 1 hl^s off the sh°ulders and a wrap around print skirt that incases you like a tube. Note jewels to match. HARBINGER OF THE NEW TREATMEJ worn by Mrs. Aurora Recto who likes it and plain as plain halfway down. PAGE 18 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL imes in irt that HARBINGER OF THE NEW TREATMENT OF THE PANUELO-LESS is here worn by Mrs. Aurora Recto who likes it solid with fabulous decor halfway up and plain as plain halfway down. EPAULE very plai unusual < WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL DECEMBER 15, 1946 4T OF THE PANUELO-LESS is here EPAULETS have invaded fashions. Witness the huge sequin leaves that cap 9olid with fabulous decor halfway up very plain camisa wings. A long-torso bodice equally besequined regiments an unusual draped skirt. This scheme is in green. DECEMBER 15, 1946 PAGE 19 Plan Your Holiday Bird Stuffing STUFFING FOR THE ROAST CAPON GR TURKEY IN A DAY or two, you, the homemaker and mistress of the house, will have to make up your mind as to what stuffing to use for the Yuletide Relleno. Whether you are going to use tur key, chicken, duck or goose, the stuffing matters much. In most households the problem is put to a vote, after all it is the family that’s going to relish it. Does your family prefer dry and crumbly stuffing? Or do they like it moist and tender? When the bird is large, you can have both by using dry for the neck and moist for the body. To achieve perfect stuffing, don’t use new bread to begin with. Cut stale bread into cubes, after removing crusts, and toast lightly or mix thoroughly with melted fat. (Toast bread cubes if you want dry stuffing.) Then toast together ingredients lightly, using a fork. Allow one cup of stuffing for each pound of bird. Dry the cavities in the bird with a soft cloth. Rub them spar ingly with salt. Spoon the dress ing in lightly to fill the space available but do not pack tightly for it expands during the cook ing. Then close the openings so that if the bird is basted the li quid will not flow into the stuff ing. The usual way is to cook stuff ing thus inside the bird. How ever, there is no law against bak ing it around the bird in the pan —either in decorative mounds or pressed lightly in the bottom of the pan. If you expect big com pany, play safe. Bake more stuff ing separately in a dish which can be covered for part of the cook ing period. GRAVY When the chicken or turkey is roasted and done to a turn, re move to a hot platter. Pour the fat out of the pan and measure. Use two tablespoons of it for every cup of gravy desired, returning the measured amount to the pan. Place over low heat and add as much flour as you have drippings. Cook gently stirring constantly, TO rf$ ECONOMICAL TO SERVE MAGNOLIAYOU CAN AFFORD THS BEST/ Tun. in KZI'HSO, i • t i until a golden brown. Then add one cup of cold water for every two tablespoons of dripping used. Stir while cooking, adding the stewed and ground giblets if de sired. Save the water in which the giblets were cooked. Cool and use this instead of water for making the gravy. CALL MLM rot FRU HOME DfiLTVtBDr A PRODUCT OF MAGNOLIA DAIRY PRODUCTS PLANT -Owed and Operated by SAN MIGUEL BREWERY No party table is complete with out mountains of substantial sandwiches and bowls of salad. There may be everything from soup to nuts, but one always goes back to the buffet table for more sandwiches and salad. The care ful hostess takes care not to careless, because a hastily tossed together sandwich <>r salad shows. And it just won't do for these to spin! an otherwise perfect menu. PACT WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL (Table selling bi, National Teachers' College) THERE are four qualities to strive for when setting a table: (1) Good balance. Everything should be arranged in a manner (hat is orderly, is equally distributed as to mass, and has ample space between masses. (2) Harmonious colors. All the color elements— glassware, table covering, napkins, dinnerware and decorative acces sories—should be chosen with careful eye to color relationship. (3) Suitability. All things on the table should be suited not only to each other but also to the nature of the occasion and the menu. (4) Distinction. This pertains especially to decorating. 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The turtle replied in a loud voice, “Another job, another tur tle.” “So you are not the same tur tle,” said the monkey. “And what might be your job?” The turtle said, “My job is to STOPS PERSPBRATION ODORS Amolin deodorant C^c/uLcun. Distributors BOTICA BOIE 95 Escolta WJ, it a KODAK Qift .f„ O/ipistnzas tail You are giving something to remember always Kodak Philippines, Ltd. 104—13th Street, Port Area, Manila THE FILM IN THE YELLOW THE MONKEY AND THE TURTLE (Continued from page 14) look after the fruit of this plant. If someone should steal the fruit, my mother will have no medicine for her sore eyes.” The monkey now thought that he, too, had sore eyes, and he demanded, “You tell me how your mother cures her sore eyes with this plant.” “It is very simple,” said the turtle. “My mother crushes the ripe pepper and rubs it in her eyes..... But please, good monkey, tear off my head and kill me. But do not use the medicine for my poor mother’s eyes!” The monkey paid no attention to the turtle’s request. He drop ped him on the ground and, gathering the ripest fruit growing on the pepper plant, he. rubbed it in his eyes. Of course his eyes were burned. But at length the monkey's eyes recovered and he went to look for the turtle. ‘.‘I will kill that turtle, I will kill that tur tle,” he kept telling himself. Soon he found the turtle in the shade of a low-spreading bamboo tree which grew beside the wa ter. The monkey grabbed the turtle and said, “At last I have you! I shall crush you with a rock for telling me that the fruit of the pepper plant cures sore eyes. When I rubbed the pepper in my eyes, I nearly became blind.” The turtle replied in a middlesized voice, “Another job, another turtle.” ' “So you are a different turtle,” said the monkey. “And what is your job, may I ask?” “I have been assigned to watch my father’s bed while he is away,” said the turtle. “If some one else should lie down on the bed, my father’s neck will never get well again.” The monkey now thought that he, too, had a painful neck and he demanded, “Tell me how your father cures his neck with his bed.” “It is most simple,” answered the turtle. “Look up into this bamboo tree. Do you see those two bamboos crossing each other? They make a squeaking sound when the wind blows. “To cure his neck my father lies where the two bamboos cross, and he waits till the wind blows hard and there is a squeak ing sound ... But please good Monkey, crush me with a rock and kill me, but do not lie down on my poor father’s bed lest his neck never get well again.” The monkey, paying no atten tion to the turtle’s pleading, drop ped him on the ground, and climb ing up the bamboo tree, he lay his neck where the two bamboos crossed. Soon the wind blew hard, and the bamboos squeezed the monkey’s neck until it almost broke. But afterwards the monkey’s back recovered and at once he went to look for the turtle. “I will surely kill that turtle, I will certainly kill that turtle,” he kept telling himself. Very soon he found the turtle in the farmer's yard watching the beautiful fire that was dancing under a large jar of boiling water. The mon key grabbed the turtle and said, “Take your last breath now, for I shall break your shell against a rock. You told me that the bamboo bed could cure a painful neck, but when I lay down on it, I nearly lost my life. Take your last breath now.” The turtle replied in a small voice, “Another job, another tur tle.” “So you are not the same tur tle,” said the monkey. “‘And what is your job?” The turtle replied, “My grand father assigned me to watch his bath. If someone else should use it while he is away, my poor grandfather’s back will not become well again.” Then the monkey thought that his back was painful, too, and he demanded, “Tell me where your grandfather’s bath is and how he cures his back with it.” The turtle answered, “His bath is the water in that big jar. To cure his back he jumps into the jar, and when he comes out again he is completely cured..... But please, good Monkey, break my shell against a rock and kill me. Only, do not use my poor grand father’s bath.”' The monkey did not pay any at tention to the turtle’s words. He dropped the turtle on the ground, saying, “I shall take my bath and then kill you. 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Hidalgo, Manila WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL DECEMBER 15, 1916 PAGE 23 VISITORS AT N. F. W. C. HEADQUARTERS Mrs. Juliana E. Castro, Pres. Prov. Fed. of Women’s Clubs. Laoag, I locos Norte. Arsenia J. Maximo, Pres. Novaliches W. C. Rosario S. Biglangawa, VicePres., Novaliches W. C. Mrs. Emilia D. Solaw-Mateo, Treas., Morong W. C. Esperanza S. Angeles, Pres. Puericulture Cen., Morong. Mrs. M. Ubaldo, Pres. Tondo Wo man's Club. S. Ymares, Vice-Pres. Binangonan W. C. Salud A. Santos, E. Jacinto, Malabon, Rizal. Mrs. Amparo Francisco, Pres. Mo rong W. C. & 2nd Vice-Pres., Rizal Fed. of Women’s Clubs. Mrs. Estflina Atendido, 2nd Treas., Morong W. C. Mrs. Esperanza Angeles, Pres., Morong Puer. Cen. Mrs. Matilde Flores, Ex-Pres., Quiapo W. C. Mrs. Lydia B. Garcia, 516 P. Go mez, Quiapo. Mrs. Severina C. Lozano, Pres. Pandacan W. C. Mrs. Severina Y. Celerian, Binangonan W. C. Mrs. Rosa M. Duavit, Binangonan W. C. Mrs. Alegria Silvestre, Binangona W. C. Mrs. Dionisia T. Manuson, Bi nangonan W. C. 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The donation for the Veterans was sent to Mrs. Manuel Roxas, chairman for the Benefit of Filipino War Veterans, Widows and Orphans. NATIONAL FEDERATION OF WOMEN’S CLUBS BENEFIT M A H JON G AND BRIDGE AT MANILA HOTEL “Mrs. Escoda is dead but the humanitarian work she left behind must continue”. Such is the com mon expression among the memAdviser, bers of (be N F W c which held a Benefit Mahjong and Bridge at Manila Hotel on December 3, jioni 2:00 to 6:00 p. m., to raise funds to finance the projects of the National Federation of Wo men’s Clubs. The price for each -ticket per table was P30.00. Prizes were raffled among the ticket holders. The Finance* Committee composed of Mesdames Mercedes .................. , l K de J,,Va- Jlllia V. Ortigas, Paz co, Mrs. Tomas Castro and Mrs. R- CuerPocruz. Concepcion C. MarChevi, officers of the Rizal Fede- lell,1<> and 1>az Cat<)lico acknow ration of Women’s Clubs most ledge "ith deeP Platitude donaof the women’s clubs of Rizal prov- lions fn,m Hotel, San Miince raised funds for the benefit of ffuel Brewery, Heacock’s, Berg’s, the Filipino War Veterans and their contributions amounting to about P800.00 was brought per sonally to Mrs. Trinidad L. Roxas. chairman for the Benefit of Fili pino War Veterans. The women’s clubs of Rizal who contributed to the funds for the veterans are Mrs. Juana S. Angeles, Pres. E coda W. C., Morong, Rizal RIZAL FEDERATION OF WOMEN’S CLUB Under the initiative of Mrs. Jua nita Jobson, Mrs. Amparo Francisand Dailey’s. Among those who have pledged donations: Meridian, Botica Boie, Mrs. Anita Ang. Prov incial Federation of Women’s Clubs of Manila. Municipal Wo men's Clubs and many others which will be announced later. 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Floor wax you don’t have electrical gadgets would only be to scrimp on anymore, they can be too glad to attach for you. had for a song. Little mirrors, or Gay cretones are on sale every- big ones if you can afford them, where. The nicer the print the are quite in order again to reflect farther a yard goes a long way in all this brightness now that no decorativeness. Furniture polish bombs dare fall again to shatter we’ve known of old are back in the them to pieces. HOUSEHOLD HOTES SOME radical arrangement may be a chair here, an end table there, dabs of color and bright print, freshly laundered cushions, a bit of varnish for salvaged fur niture, flowers from the yard... these don’t take up much in effort nor in cash (if you know how) but they’ll chase blight away from your home to give way to bright ness that will illumine an entire ly new world for you. Let this Christmas provide an auspicious beginning. Pinokpok for a lampshade is inexpensive. If you have an old frame, fitting the shade unto it is easy. An old table lamp takes on new life with a coat of lacquer to impart new finish, and a new set TtrE are baking cakes again, v v In a few days we will be baking the holiday cakes and pastries. There are beautiful tin containers now in the stores. There are apples in the groceries. Can’t you see the tie-up ? A freshly cut piece of apple left in the cake tin will help keep the cake fresh. TIO prevent icing from running off, dust a little flour or corn starch over the cake before icing it. ,/^((REAMING butter and sugar for a cake is not so easy. Have you tried adding a little hot milk to make the process easier and quicker? THERE is a kind of cookies whose good brown top always intrigues us. The baker, unmind ful of trade secrets, said that to achieve that all you do is brush each cookie over lightly with milk just before putting in the oven. HOW do you keep your flour sieve clean ? Soaping in water never cleans it. Use bicar bonate of soda in the water; it will not stick to the meshes the way soap does. EGG stains on fine silver can I be removed by rubbing it with fine table salt spread on a wet rag, then wash in warm water. Wipe dry till shiny. UNLESS you bother to look every now and then, the chances are that your maid keeps the lard in the frying pan always in readiness “to fry again”. There’s no end to this greasy frying pan unless you put a stop to it. Here’s how to clean it and keep it clean always: Pour enough boiling water to cover bottom, add a tea spoonful of washing soda and boil until grease dissolves. As they said: The response to the call of the medical profession for a TIKI-TIKI that cures even adult beri-beri. MANY HAVE BEEN CONVINCED... BE ONE OF THEM. We have tried different means to make our babies healthy, but at last we are convinced by the effectiveness of SANTOS ENRICHED TIKI.TIKI. » APPETIZING * GIVES HEALTHFUL SLEEP * GOOD FOR THE BODY * REGULAR VOWEL MOVEMENT * DELICIOUS * DOES NOT ROT SANTOS Enriched Tiki-Tiki AIR EVERY FRIDAY TO THE STATION KZRH FROM WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL M. Natividad, Manila SANTOS ENRI sana de Jesus Mrs. Juanita Marasigan Mrs. Rudisinda del Castillo 2212-E, Int, Ave. Rizal FOURTEEN YEARS OF BETTER TIKI-TIKI A. A. SANTOS Chief Chemist', Tiki-Tiki Plant, Colleges of Pharmacy, U. P. and Bureau of Science (1933-1JM6) 511 Quezon Blvd.,Mamie Evening & Jlfternoon Qotuns Exclusive Model for all Occasions Designed and Made Correctly and Reasonably. Especializing in Filipina Dresses and (Dedding Qoivns. LOURDES L. RAZON t-Jfw*"?8 alld g®wns worn by (,eft t0 ri^ht> Mrs Carmen MeM?s clldo arTalV RaZ°"’ MrS J°Se d” Lwn> Zenaida Natividad and NEW BRANCH—CORNER MENDIOLA AND LEGARDA STREETS Mrs. Benny Razon de Guzman Mrs. Amanda Viola Viray Lines CAMPHOR CHESTS have made their appearance in a few stores. These carved treasures may re-, turn to those who lost them in the fire or in the looting, but at what price. For these luxuries, there is no ceiling price. If you want them you should be prepar ed to splurge. The size of chest you put at the foot of the bed is forbiddingly marked P180. Take it or leave it. The 12-inch square affair you perch on ornate shelves will stay put in the store unless you are willing to let go forty pesos for it. Make this Christmas another great one for your chil dren by giving them the be t toys available. We have a lot of them in our Toyland! tqhiii ■^JoEPflRTIIlE(li5TORE< SAMANILLO BLDG.. ESCOLTA I i YOU MAY not have a French doll to loll with among the bed cushions but there are cute Chi nese waifs expensivelv garbed. They are not the kind children will love to play with, they’re far from cuddly. But one to hang from a corner of your dresser mirror to pinch hit for a cushion maybe, or play mascot, would be a luxury which in itself is Christ mas. We notice that there is a trend in this year’s gifts to have even gewgaws for adults derive inspi ration from toys. Consider the I carved glass bird bath meant for perfume; the glass piano powder box; the miniature umbrella laden with tiny scent bottles; the plas tic wheelbarrow cigarette contain er; the ceramic bunny that stands on its haunches to hold flowers. There’s the lamp called “Lovelite” or “Glamor-lite” which look like a miniature kerosene lamp complete with wick and “oil” which is perfume of course. The lampshade is exceptionally fetch ing. You light the wick and a soothing aroma fills the room. Put out all lights except that of the lamp, tune on the radio and let Christmas carols complete the picture of peace and Christmas in the sanctuary of your room. Looking at the fancy rosaries now nicely twined with tinsel and gold, one feels that at no other time could one really acquire or give the best in this line. Cut glass rosaries, though, are no where to be found. But, silver, gold, pearls, seeds, even fancy stones, have been strung into the most fetching rosaries we’ve seen. HAVE you run across the “atomic bag” in your window shopping? It is nothing specta cular, except for the separate compartment that greets the eye as soon as the flap is opened. Said compartment holds cigarette container, comb, compact and a case for cosmetics. IF your initial begins with a C. then made-to-order for you is one especial pair of plastic candle holders—two ornate C’s to hold the yuletide candles. They go for six pesos the pair, an investment that pays back in festive glow for your table. Then there is the “Wedding Book” bound in white. The cover is a sheet of plastic, clearer than glass. Underneath this, you frame an enlarged size of your wedding picture. Inside certificate. Then of course, the picture of the re ception, the guests, the gifts, etc. Standing out among the filigree jewelry in the display windows are—of all things—slippers. But they belong. Of the finest work manship, these Chinese slippers are gifts one can be proud of. They match embroidered silk pa jamas and kimonos. PAGE 28 WOMANS HOME JOURNAL Gifts To Make THAT face powder and hair pomade THE NAME SPREADS HE RM OSO DRUG STORE’S FAME FROM APARRI TO JOLO! MENTONATIN— Reliable for Head Colds and HeadWANTED: Provincial IJiatri ulors. Good Commission. CASADEb—Effec tive for Skin THERE’S Christmas cheer in end together. Use old bracelets these little things to do for or rings through which to tie the yourself or to give away. The ends, or make any fancy end you versions of the tied belt is legion, desire. The width depends upon what The belt with long sweeping suits you best. Cover stiff inter- fringes at the end is made from lining with fabric, cutting the ma- hopsacking or other material which terial twice as wide as the inter- is easily fringed. Cut the fabric lining, plus 1[4 inch on each side long enough to fit your waist plus for seam allowance, and 3 inches 10 inches for the fringe. Fringe shorter than your waist meas- the end; tie. The coarser the ure. Fold fabric on wrong side fabric the more attractive the and seam the length and one end. fringe. The ribbon-tie belt and the Turn it right side out, slip in the peasant belt explain themselves interlining and overcast the other in the diagram. THIS evening bag can be made of velvet, velveteen, lace or metallic fabrics. Cut two cardboard discs the size desired for the base, which is usually 4 to 6 inches. Cut lining material to cover both the circles, allowing 1/4 inch for segms. Overcast them together. Cut the bag itself in: (1) the out side fabric (2) the lining material, and (3) the interlining. All three pieces should be long enough to go around the base with (> inches ad ditional for fullness. Cut lining and interlining the desired depth, at least 6 inches but the outside fabric should have an additional 3 inches or so to form a double fold for the heading with a casing. Seam the bag and overcast to the base on the wrong side. Finish top with a drawstring run through a easing, or sew tiny me3 Sisters Hair Pomade has the same exquisite fineness and delicate fragrance have made 3 Sisters Powder the “Powder of pino Women”! HERM050 DRUGSTORE 646 TABORA MANILA DECEMBER 15. 1946 tai rings to the outside of the bag* _ ______ ______ ____ ■ and run drawstring through them. J # ft ft V V # # $ # # # V $ # PAGE 29 THE CHILDREN’S VILLAGE (Continued from page 6) ter, cared for, clothed, sheltered, one’s whole body as if one’s life Welfareville is the mother and the depended upon snatching a wink father who must feed them, teach and the heart is almost whole them, shelter them. Many are again for one has no particusaved to lead worthwhile lives lar desire except to sleep—oh, to once more when they leave the sleep all day! No time for tears, children’s village. A few, the no time for self-pity. One thinks worthless, hopeless types go back of quitting but sticks on nevertheto their old lives, but these are a less for one feels the healing pomere handful. wer setting in without knowing Do you know that there is a it. These living bundles of kind of charm in this children’s humanity take hold of village that works at mending everyone. This one is very cute, broken hearts and broken dreams? curly hair, dimples, clean clear I have seen it work on some of skin. That one is not so sweet, my friends who have stayed here, too dark, but just the same each There was a childless widow who and all must be washed and clothcame last year. She , was all ed and fed and kept from falling broken up by the belated tidings off their cribs, from off the chairs, of her husband’s death at sea from off the stairs. In a year, somewhere in the Bougainville in the widow is completely recover1943. To receive the news when ed from her grief. She plans to she had hoped and prayed for step out, to gallivant. That’s for four years, expecting him to be her to decide. The charm has with her again soon because war worked. Our Nursery ir farther is over! She was crazy with the away on another road from here shock! Somehow, she got a job —if you have time I’ll take you here. The chief put her to work there later. in the Nursery Unit. There are \ye must get permission from almost a hundred babies in this the Office The Chief of the In. Unit. Babies in the cribs, babies sfjtution is out, but the chief on the floor, toddlers; children clerk is in It>s o k You know a little older who climb chairs and our cbjef js a Psychiatrist. He tables, children a little older still knows what’s best for each of who pull each- others hair, and those under him if he can have his must be sent off to school every- way aB tbe time. The chief clerk day- has been in the children’s village Eight hours morning duty with sjncfe the very beginning. He is these kids and one is too tired to probably the Pied Piper. He think of one’s own dead. Moth- knows the ins and out and the. pro erless kids that must be bathed, and con of the whole village, and clothed, and fed, and sent to school. Half a dozen is a little This is the Unit A of the Ortoo many for a servantless moth- phanage. Some of these children er; imagine, sixty, seventy, eighty have been in the Nursery A since little children and only five em- infancy. They are brought here ployes on duty at a time to look when they are over seven years— after them. these children come from every“Here, come here, don’t do that where. A provinciano is lost in to Patsy. Yau are hurting her.” the City, a cop picks him up and “Hey! look out, you will fall brings him to children’s village, down the stairs.” Some of these children lost their “Come here, I’ll fasten your parents during the liberation. The rompers.” Red Cross or some soldiers “What’s that again! Hold this brought them here. Relatives baby, maybe Tito’s diaper is wet.” here or sometimes the mother has to work for a living, her husband died in Fort Santiago or Capas or A week of this and the charm Bataan. She leaves her boy in has had a chance to work at the Orphanage. There are four mending the tattered heart. Two brothers and sisters here who weeks of night duty routine, of were brought by an aunt because watching babies in their sleep, their mother was killed by their changing diapers or feeding a father in an insane fit of jealousy, helpless baby from a bottle while There is always little bits of draone’s eyes seem stone-laden and a ma behind each little orphan’s drowsy sleepy feeling pervades tranquil face. Orphanhood is not necessarily a state where both or their younger counterparts Seone of the parents are dead. Both cond childhood, maybe. That’s or one of them may have been probably why they are inside the forced to place the children here children’s village now. These old for justified reasons, or some folks here live a life of leisure, other similar cause. The orphan- a quiet life broken only by their age is proud to point out lawyers, bickerings among themselves, by nurses, doctors, dentists from their eternal complaints about those who grew up here. There the f >cd or about this or that em are still many bright boys and ployee about this or that pain, girls who will need help to go Life at most for all of them is at through college after they gra- ebb-tide, nothing for them to duate from high school here. Will worry about until death leaves you try to interest some people them his calling card. The chap in them? Now don’t forget, they lain who visits them daily takes are only in the first year now, but care that they are ready for the four years from now.... call, but not all of them prepare At the Unit B of the Orphan- to go out gracefully and at peace age you will see our famous All with their Maker. Girls’ String Band of Welfare- g0 to that building over ville. You have probably heard there> That.g the philippine them at some charity affair. They Training School for Girls Do you are often invited. These are chil- gee thoge rice fieldg bclow ug? dren of lepers who are in Culion, ThaVs worked and planted by the Palawan and elsewhere. They are from the p T s B The girlg clean, negative. Doctors examine help too> during planting and them and pronounce them positive harvesting time. These rice fields or negative for leprosy. When belong to the children.s viUage< positive they are sent to San La- Rice harvested here is stored for zaro for examination and treat- cbildren’s. use. The village is ment. We have many attractive not self-sufficient in rice. That girls. Some are working as nurs- field is too small to meet the needg ing attendants in the hospital here. of the whole population Many have married and gone The P.T.S.G. wards range from away. The Unit C which is the nine to eighteen years. Here we home for mentally defective chil- have our truant schoolgirls who dren is in the Hospital compound. run away with the perennial “baHere we have the deaf mutes, the chelor/. the married man who blind, the cripples. The moron and promises her heaven and earth and feeble-minded are here, too. They more begideg if ghe win g0 with are fewer now than before the him< Here ig our house.girl whose war because many of them died .<master>> has taken advantage of from malnutrition during the Jap- her; here is our G.I. left-overs anese occupation. They are a with their GJ. babies. Relatives> happy-go-lucky bunch that howl parentg or friendg bring gome of their complaints in vociferous these girls here for safekeeping. cries or who show their pleasure There are thoge sentenced by in jubilant shouts of joy. the courtg to gtay here The ingenuity and patience of for a duration because they were employees have produced veget- found guilty of theft, vagrancy, able gardens, slippers, em- disobedience, homicide or even broideries by the handicapped murder. They are all minors, wards of this Unit. If there is They work at household chores, more money for this village, more are taught to cook, to sew, to activities can be planned for launder. They are given lessons them and the blind can be given in hair-dressing or coiffeuring, special attention. But Welfare- manicure, giving a permanent, a ville is handicapped by lack of shampoo, tailoring, dressmaking, funds. What little money is avail- crochetting. There are many adable has to be spent for food. mirable girls here who would be Across the pergola are the Hos- an invaluable treasure to an overpital wards where the sick chil- worked housewife. The matron dren get nursing care and medical knows the quality of each one of attention. In the left wing we her wards and can tell you more have the Home for the Aged. This about them. seems to be a mere after-thought. That road leads to the CorrecThis home was not a part of Wei- tional Institution. It is proper fareville but lack of housing has that it is quite near to our P.T.S.G. brought these old folks within That’s where these girls will go the children’s village. Nothing if they refuse to reform even strange in that. There aged wards after reaching the age of majorare like children, too, must be cared for, fed, and sheltered like f Continued on page 34) PAGE 30 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL NO LIFE IS WASTED (Continued from page 7) A beautiful one. The problems that trouble it are the process of development. My son lived 21 years. But into those fleet years he crowded a ripening of mind, a breadth of vision, an enrichment of character that I can never at tain. Then I had to cease torturing myself over what I had done or left undone in the custodianship of my child. In retrospect I saw mistakes which took on dispropor tionate emphasis after his death. Although, during his lifetime, I had cared for him as best I knew, even little incidents rose to haunt me after he died. When my son was four, he went with me to the Grand Central Station to see his father off for a short trip. We went to the steps of the train. While we stood talking, there was a sudden blast from the whistle. After Glenny and I got into the taxi to go home, he sud denly slumped, the result of fright as the doctor later explain ed. I urged the driver to go as fast as he could. I hugged my little son close and told him how much I loved him. "But not as much as daddy?” he asked. “Almost,” I answered. SEVENTEEN years later, two days before the accident took his life, he was talking to his fa ther about his fiancee whom he TWO OUTSTANDING MOTHERS OF 1946 Continued from page 17) Univ, of Manila. Purita Llanes - Lorenzo, Miss Ilocos Norte to the Beauty Pa geant at the Philippine Carnival; finished her Bachelor of Science in Pharmacy also in the State University.' She is married to Dr. Conrado E. Lorenzo, specialist in Chest Disease. Dr. Eufrocina Llanes-Guanzon, married to Dr. Arturo Guanzon of the Guanzon family of Pampanga, well-known druggists, is the youngest of the Llanes sisters. She obtained her Doctor of Me dicine degree from the Univ, of the Phil, in 1935 and is now in planned to marry on his 22nd birthday, and his father talked to him ^bout me. Then Glenn Jr. told his father the incident in the taxi. Later that evening my hus band repeated the conversation to me, and we smiled over our child’s feat of memory. But after his death, I cried in anguish. “Why didn’t I say yes instead of almost to a tot of four whose mother and father were his whole world?” The difference between yes and almost had so hurt his sensitive feelings that he remembered for seventeen years. I had to wipe those regrets from my mind with the knowledge that the mistakes I had made were of judgment, not of intent. My love had never failed. Only when I had overcome all these torments did faith come back. Faith that a God capable of making and maintaining the universe would not waste the superb mechanism of mind and the beauty of spirit that were my husband’s and son’s. I must live out the rest of my life with a shattered heart. But I must not feel futile, nor per mit myself to be futile. I know that blessed, indeed, is the woman who bears a son and guides him from helpless infancy into splen did young manhood. Such a wo man has known life at its best and. sweetest. I now can say again that prayer I was taught as a child. private practice. With her hus band, she is co-proprietor of Farmacia Guanzon, one of the lead ing wholesale and retail drug stores in the city of Manila. Elvira Llanes finished her Ba chelor of Philosophy in the U.P.; Master’s Degree in Education at Columbia Univ., U.S.A., especial izing in teaching the deaf, dumb, and blind. At present, National Secretary, Girl Scouts of the Phil.; now taking further studies in Social work at the New York School of Social Work, and Girl Scouts at Columbia Univ., New York. CLUB WOMEN’S BULLETIN- BOARD (Continued from page 24) The main activity of the Ilagan Woman’s Club is the maintenance of Puericulture Center No. 453, including the erection of the build ing for this health center. As soon as funds are available a nur sery class will be organized, and later a diet kitchen and a reading center. Likewise, the Rosales Woman’s Club has succeeded in reopening the Puericulture Center where lectures on health, sanitation, and hygiene are regularly given. The club has prepared a program of entertainment where care of mo thers, expectants mothers, babies, and children is emphasized. Prime necessities are purchased by the club and sold the club members to help combat the black market. And social hours are not over looked where pertinent social problems are discussed. The Artache Sison Woman’s club has a very laudable program of activities for the year which includes cultivtion of home gar dens, the maintenance of a co operative store, and a nursery class. THIS FORTNIGHT’S ISSUE (Continued from page 3) ideas at her fingertips. FAMILIAR names to Journal readers are Hernando Ocampo, Mario P. Chanco, Oscar Zuniga and Conrado V. Pedroche all of whom have more than said their greetings to one and all with the choice bits from their pen. Pe droche speaks of earth and its message to humanity. Ocampo lives again the truly native ob servance of a Christmas custom, Chanco makes you chuckle even as he rants against the women for their utter failure to grasp the gift-giving situation. Zuniga carols once more* a song for • Christmas. And as we go to press, | we have been assured that this | number will fly to our readers far I and wide on time to be in every i home before the Beautiful Mid- J night. Merry Christmas to all. } —P.T.G. L THE CREATION OF CONFIDENCE! Implicit trust in the name “Milnu” as a guide to choosing the finest dresses has grown steadily among those who de mand distinctive style and lasting worth. You, too, will share this confidence when you choose a dress from Milna’s matchless design of present day styles. A Milna dress will bring to you a refreshing charm ad justed to improve personality and styleful pattern. Choose a Milna’s dress for incomparable beauty, quality and valueMILNA The Women’s Shop of Distinction P. Gomez Corner Carriedo DECEMBER 15, 1946 PAGE 31 or less like handkerchiefs, which is to say that men can’t ever have enough of them. It’s possible, un less he’s one of the prettified dandies who go around wolfing women, that he might go for the sturdy all-purpose type. I refer to the ones that don’t show up very well in cocktail parties, the ones that can take a beating and still shun your darning needle. You can’t go wrong very easi ly on cloth, unless you happen to buy a cut size about 12 inches too short. Furthermore, however nice a ready-made shirt or pair of pants may seem, it’s barely possible that he might want it tailored some other way. If you think women are finicky about their clothes, ask me about some of the men I know. I guarantee you’ll go home screaming, espe cially if you are the kind who shocks easily. And here’s a tip that might in terest you—cloth is usually cheap est where you least expect it. I’ve shopped around for myself a number of times and have found that the bigger stores occasiofially sell certain items cheaper than even you or I can get them on side streets. But here’s a word of warning: palm beach and wool may be swell for December weath er but you have to bear in mind that this is still the tropics, where men are men and the sun shines bright a good portion of the year. Other little items you can’t miss on: toilet articles, especially a good toothbrush to replace the old one and a lot of toothpaste, after shave lotion and soap—yes, soap. Throw in a pair of nail clippers especially if he isn’t the kind that can cut his nails on the right hand. Underwear and light T-shirts are also inexpensive little things that will bring the old wolfish gleam in his eye. The most puny male puffs up ever so perceptibly when clad in form-fitting T-shirts. There is something in the T-shirt that does for the male what the I’LL TAKE HANDKERCHIEFS (Continued from -page 10) sweater did for Lana Turner. I don’t know what it is but it’s there; I get the same feeling my self even if I did stop gaining weight months and months ago. Sometimes there are daffy males whose entire lives revolve about books and the printed page. Very obviously, it would not do to give them a cocktail shaker or a case of Scotch. If he goes for populars, which means material of the type that appears in pulp magazines and other thick-paper publications, get him a set of Balzac or Maupassant, or the D. H. Lawrence unexpurgated edi tion. He’ll wolf you for it. However, if he delights in art and beauty, which is to say, Swinburne, Wordsworth, Milton. et al., by all means, get him the Harvard Classics if it takes you your whole life to pay for same. Then get him a dictionary so he can secretly look up words he does not understand. If you read Esquire, you will probably note that there are now on the American market certain brands of perfume designed to capture the masculine trade. Trademark and with such hairy ap pellations as Timberwolf, Lumber jack, etc., ad nauseam, bring tingles up feminine spines but are you sure he’d like to use them? Take care, unless you want him to pour same down the drain. Lastly, here’s overall advice: for every rule in giving, there’s one for receiving. If you prize your male, you’ll do well to ac cept whatever he gives you with grace. If you’re smart—which is, for the purpose of this article at least, taken for granted—you can drop any number of hints that will guarantee your getting what ever little gadget it is that you want. Consequently, seeing as how we men are comparatively dull in drop ping hints, how about giving us a break? Thank you, girls. 1*1,000.00 * CASH PRIZES HArBOY 1946 CONTfST All boys up to 7 years of age may be submitted for this con test. Health is paramount in- this contest. Uncolofed photographs of baby candidates wearing swim ming trunks, bathing suits or sandows, or a good shirtless pose convincingly demonstrating phy sical vigor and health are neces sary. One best photograph is enough. RULES PRIZES Parents submitting photographs should state the following: First Prize 1. 2. Full name of child. Nationality. Age. , Full name of parents. 3. 4. 5. Address. Name and address of favorite drugstoreState when the child started to take Tiki-Tiki Extract Manuel Z^inora and how health was re gained, built, or maintained by its use. This contest is now open. Entries must be mailed not later than Dec ember 31, 1946- Winners will be an nounced on or before January 15, 1947. The winners shall be declared “TIKBOY 1946”. Second Prize Third Prize P500.00 P10000 Ten (10) Consolation Prize of .......................... P10-00 each Twenty (20) Consolation Prize of ................... P5.00 each All photographs and manuscripts shall become the property of Farmacia Manuel Zamora. Send all entries to— TIKBOY 1 946 CONTEST c'o Farmacia Manuel Zamora 928 R- Hidalgo, Manila air every Saturday at 7:00 to 7:30 P. M. over KZRH featuring the "Mystery Singer." Martha Dixon and Mercy Hannigan. PAGE 32 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL As you save for your confine ment and delivery, as you buy baby things and make them, al ways put aside part of your sav ings and part of your shoppings for yourself. Just as you nod planned and accumulated your trousseau so carefully before your marriage, so should you now plan and accumulate your hospital wardrobe for your maternity con finement. If you are clever enough, you can gather suitable things without "feeling” the ex penses they incur. The best way is to start as soon as you are certain to be “in the family way”, as the delicate phrase puts it. You can buy one or two things each month, in stead of rushing out and trying to make all your purchases all at once just when your time is at hand. In the latter case, you will find it expensive and this know ledge will give you a sense of guilt toward your husband (lest he should think you were being a spendthrift) and this feeling will spoil most of the happiness for the two of you. My advice, therefore, is to buy little by little and one at a time. It is" also a wise move a cousin-in-law of mine made. On her birthday, five months before she delivered, she brazenly an nounced to her husband, her sis ters, and some very intimate friends that gifts in the form of hospital wear would be much wel comed. So her husband, with the aid of his mother, gave her a negligee; her sisters each gave her a bed-jacket; and her friends gave her nightgowns, etc. This lessened her own expenses for the same end considerably. l’ut all the things you will need in a valise or bag or even tampipi, but be sure they are all fixed and ready, so that, when the time comes when, perhaps least expect ing it, you begin to “feel a little queer”, you will not have to be distracted from the intriguing sensations of labor pains to seek high and low for the things you are supposed to take with you to the hospital. What are the things to bring with you to the hospital ? Although most of the hospitals and even some of the better ma ternity clinics furnish their pa tients with hospital gowns, I al ways feel it best to bring my own nightgowns whenever I go THE PLEASURES O (Continued into “confinement”. Another thing they supply that I never theless bring my own set of are tableware. At least, a spoon and fork and a drinking glass of my own. Also, I bring a fruit bowl (sure to be laden with fruit of the season during the first week), a box of Kleenex, 2 wash cloths, 2 large bath towels, and of course a new toothbrush, a tube of my favorite brand of toothpaste, and a cake of my favorite toilet soap. As for the wardrobe, I suggest the following: Nightgowns. Six will do though •it is safer to have around ten, if you can afford them. But, at the same time, if you have someone at home who can launder tnem as fast as you send them back each day somebody in the family drops in to visit you, you can even man age with just three or four. Of course they give you a sponge bath daily and you will need a fresh one each day. The trick, if you have to econo mize, is to buy thin cotton ma terial like opal for instance, or remnants of parachute silk, if you want to look more luxurious, and to have them made in the simplest style—sleeveless and wide from shoulders to ankles. You can mane them yourself. Or you might buy printed cottons and make them with short puffed sleeves. Print ed nightgowns are stylish, too. Only be sure to choose tiny flowery prints and pastel shades. DRESSMAKING • HAIR SCIENCE-TAILORING-COOKING EACH COURSE UNDER FAMOUS . PHILIPPINE INSTRUCTORS. EQUIPPED SCHOOL 8S9 OROQUIETA OPPO SITE WEST WALL OF Bl LIBID PRISON - MANILA F HOSPITALIZATION from page 15) I know someone who, on her second confinement, had an ins piration. Instead of having nightgowns made, she had twopiece, short sleeved pajamas, made of printed seersucker. When she went to the hospital, she left be hind the trousers of her pajamas, bringing along only the “uppers”. These pajama tops are as short as the regular hospital gowns are, most convenient to wear in bed. Another conveniehce is the way they open down front: she could easily nurse her baby just by unbottoning and buttoning again. Also, she did not need to wear bed-jackets, as the pajama tops really resemble one already! And when this clever woman went home, she wore the entire pajama en^lmble around the house, as house slacks! Bed-jackets. This item is, para doxically enough, both frivolous and practical. You will need at least a couple of them and you will understand their practicability when you find that, by putting on one over the very plainest and cheapest of nightgowns, you sud denly acquire a glamorous look. Let your bed-jacket be frilly, lacy, or be-ribboned. This is a time of your life when you can be fri volous-looking and fancy with im punity. You will also need one neg ligee or a housecoat for the time when you are well enough to be wheeled around the hospital cor ridors, perhaps one day before going home. If you wear your hair short, postpone your next permanent until about a month prior to your expected “time”, so that it will be just the right length and “pretti ness” by then. Have it done short er than usual, as it is more con venient than a long one when you lie down most of the time. Bring along with you a piece of gross grained narrow ribbon, long enough to wear around your head Alice-in-Wonderland fashion, which is the most convenient way to fix your hair when lying down. If, on the other hand, your hair is long and you ordinarily wear it in a knot, part it in the middle and braid it into two pigtails, using ribbons to tie up the ends. iuu will also need a ni-.udnunur and your comb and brusn. -mu ail tne other various things a woman uses as part oi her tuiiet: tne more frivolous and dainty sne is, the more various and complicated. Manicure set, jars ot cream, skin tonic, lipstick, rouge, powder, powder pufr, etc. i-ui an tnese "vanity items" together in a separate box or kit and, while at the hospital, have tnem handy. You may not be a vain creature, normally, and may not go in for elaborate beauty rituals as a rule, but, once con fined, you will have plenty of time to devote to some long-neglected beauty routine as a pastime. Keep yourself dainty-looking and pretty all the time. Most of the time, you will have an audience to do it for, even if it be just the atten dant who takes your temperature regularly, the “boy” who wakes you up (whether you like it or not) to clean up your room in the early morning, or your own hus band who, despite his absorption in his baby, will nevertheless have enough sense not to overlook you completely. fiend fa,. £R££ PROSPECTUS NAMK?..-. | ADDRESS. DECEMBER 15, J946 PAGE 33 r HOLLYWOOD BEAUTY SECRETS THE CHILDREN’S VILLAGE (Continued from page 30) When you come some cakes and That is, if our see that lovely annex? donation from the Far Command. That’s goour new Mess Hall acThat is a ity or after their release from here. That watch tower is the en trance to our P.T.S.B. The whole building was constructed by the boys before the war. Seems to be of malayan architecture. Here we have boys ranging from seven to eighteen years. The case history of each one of them would fill a whole chapter in a book of life. There are homicides, murderers, hold-up-artists, pick pockets, kidnappers among them. A nasty group although there are pretty good fellows among them too. Life here at its worst is a lark compared to what they have known outside. Except those few who come from well-to-do homes. Each boy is given a definite assignment for the day. They go to school also, besides getting free board, free clothes and housing. Our food here may not be the best available, but at least they get three regular meals a day compared to the haphazard un certain meals they can get out side. This is true of those who come from the slums, the hot bed of criminals. There are occasional jail-breaks, but that is to be ex pected especially when these adolescent boys want to go for a lark or are bored by their confine ment. The boys are classified into Honor boys, regular, new comers, etc. They are taught various vocations by direct teaching method in the classrooms or by apprenticeship. Some of the boys are assigned to the farm—some are assigned to the laundry. Some of the boys work in the printing shop. Some boys work with the plumber, electrician, iron works, carpenters, painter, laundry, bar ber, Kitchen and Mess Hall. Before you go let’s pass through our Mess Hall and Kit chen. You have seen all there is to see in the children’s village. The schoolhouse is over there and that building nearer here is our Social Hall. I see that you have no time to go to the Nursery. Some other day, perhaps. I can give you only some calamansade before you go. Sorry we have no ice. Our refrigerator is out of order. There’s no chance of repairing it unless somebody do nates a new one. I wish I had some cakes and cookies for you or sandwiches, but I can’t have much on fifty cents a day per person. We have some students from the Elementary School and first year high’ school who come to us for cooking lessons, back I’ll have cookies ready. “jack of all trade” can finish the oven I have asked him to make for us. Do you This is a East Air ing to be cording to the Chief. God-sent gift truely. We needed a streamlinedf Kitchen in this modern age but unless someone donates the money, we must be As nearly BE GENTLE AND ARTISTIC ly be applied very heavily in the first place. Actually, it does no harm to first apply lipstick s<> heavily, if the resultant surplus is finally removed. However, this originally heavy application is not necessary, and is wasteful of the lip beautifying material being used. as you can, originally apply just the amount of lipstick you wish to be finally apparent, and thus reduce the amount of waste surDon’t be heavy-handed in your plus. And, above all other things, application of make-up. Such ap plication should be a delicately precise process, comparable to drawing or painting fine-line de signs. Nature is never heavyhanded in its supplying of femi nine beauty features, and this fact in itself should offer reason enough for a delicate approach to the make-up furthering of such beauty. altogether never apply an overly thick coat ing of lipstick and then allow it to remain that way. very often apparent in eye make up. The eyebrow pencil should never be applied so heavily that' the finished result immediately looks exactly like what it is—a Atta-girl! that’s a Our Director’s a SCREEN, STAGE chief. He is still unfortunate. Til Eye shadow and eyelash make up also require delicacy in appli cation, if they are to fully serve the glamour purpose for which they are designed. Face powder should be original ly applied rather heavily, simply because this is the only way to be sure that no complexion areas are left under-powdered. It is highly important, however, that this heavy first application be brushed smooth, with the surplus The glamour drawback inflicted being completely removed, contented with our old fashioned by heavy-handed application is wood furnace and vats. Pass the word will you? good P.A.U.W. P.A.U.W., too. Let’s see the out. That’s enjoy meeting him, but he is at the Central Office with the Director. You must see him some other day. Our children’s village is no Pied Piper’s dream, neither is it a Walt Disney village of pie houses and lollipop posts. If I had a fairy wand I’d build the houses of cakes and the windows will be curtained with icing. The fences will be heavy with grape vines while the garden will be verdant with ba nanas and lanzones tree^ over hanging with fruit. The swim ming pool would have hundreds of swings above it where nursery kids can play and gambole to their hearts content and leap into the water at will. Lifeguards will be hiding behind walls of peppermint candies, ready to run to theii* res cue. There would be roller coasters, skating rinks, and ferris wheel, petite carnival round, just another would be a picnic grove dren. But because our children’s village is for common folks who must live, labor and go out into this world of strife and envy, Walt Disney cannot have his way. In stead we have this prim, sedate, spinster creation of simple houses, for simple boys and girls who must work, study and play. Some women almost undoubtediwixo cAftvnj nn.c wiiau jo-- a darkly crayoned line which bears ha\e fallen vlctim to heavy‘ no resemblance whatever to a real handed techniclue of make-up apeyebrow. The object of eyebrow penciling should be to accentuate in color the apparency of the real brows, or to provide an attractive semblance of brow growth in some outer stretch of the brow arch served screen or stage make-up and erroneously concluded that these involved such a heaviness of touch. Then, having been advis ed of the excellence of screen and where none may exist. All of this requires a careful, delicate appli- ° v cation touch. A heavy-handed touch will provide none of the at tractive illusionary effects just mentioned. ladies once again erroneously con cluded that the secret of success in such make-up was contained in this form of application. Actually, while screen and stage make-up are heavier in their final form than any every day beautifying make-up should be, their actual application is still an exceptionally delicate process and one performed with painstak ing discretion. Even the new television make-up which was re cently perfected in my laborato ries requires a very light, deft an- touch in application, although the the finished result does appear heavy with the effect ROUGE DELICACY merry-go-rounds It would be a village all year School time would be play time. There lover’s lane, and a for the . older chilRouge applications offer other make-up field in which heavy touch is often apparent, when compared much to the detriment of good which should be apparent on your looks. Rouge can be applied face when you have completed rather decisively in the first place your own beautifying make-up efbut it definitely should not be forts, left that way. Always blend your rouge applications away into a So when creating your make-up, natural blush effect after apply- seek to command the artist’s ing it. touch, rather than that of the housepainter, and your glamour Many women make the mistake results will soon demonstrate how of assuming that a lipstick appli- worthwhile such delicacy in apcation, because it must be sharp- plication can be. ly and colorfully established in its final form, should consequent - By MAX FACTOR, Jr. PAGE .11 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL ... all EXCLUSIVE with you admire their soft, smooth, inviting red lips, this is the lipstick for you, too. Try it. Ask for the Color Harmony shade created expressly for your tvpe. TRU-COLOR LIPSTICK created by AT LEADING DRUG AND DEPARTMENT STORES 107-113 DASMARINAS-MANILA