Judge — March 1937 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Trie DARLINGS Py the poor widow—neep for the near of sight—let the pretty actress have her whim. THE POOR THING! She was a wid. ow and very lonely. Of course her husband had died years before his time but he had left her well off. She mourned him daily. The only way she could for- get her loss was to spend his money lav- ishly, poor thing. “You see,” she would say to one of the salesladies— (or anyone else who would listen) —"‘it isn’t that I need this coat, but I know my dear hus- band would have insisted that I have it. No, you mustn't tempt me. I don't want to see it. An original? Well, maybe. Oh, dear, wasn’t that awful about that mother with all those starving children? Really, it’s dreadful. I must do something about it. If that isn’t the most adorable gown! It never would look as gorgeous on me. You do think so? Well, I shouldn't, really, but my dear, dear husband would have wanted me to have it. Why it fits perfectly! Yes, I can’t resist it. I do wish my darling husband could see me now. What did you say? Nonsense. Certainly not. What a fool I'd be. Of course, one never knows what Fate has in store for one. Yes, I know. But that’s what you told me about the last outfit I bought. And the kind of men who were attracted by it! Well, I'd rather remain—you do think the right man will come along? He'd better hurry—my money is run. ning low—" You see, she was a widow, poor thing. Her husband had died years before his time. They always explained that she didn’t mean to ignore you, just that she was nearsighted. Only the other night at dinner she started to tell us about it. “Of course,” she said, “I really should wear glasses because so many people are sensitive if you don’t recognize them. But honestly, I can’t see from here to the door and we couldn't have a better table to see who's arriving, could we? At the theater? No, I don’t have any trouble watching a play. Lorgnettes? That's an idea. Good gracious! Look who's coming in! It's Robert Taylor! I can't believe it! Why he's a mere child! I think he's much better looking off the screen than he is on. His eyes are beau- tiful! I could swear I met him before! Isn't it amazing? Now where? Why of course! In his own home town. I do wish he wouldn't wear that dark tie. He should have something gayer. What divine features! I'd say he’s about six feet tall. What a beautiful body—in an ethereal sense, of course. Brains or no brains, I think he’s wonderful. Heavens, March 1937 I do wish that fool standing there would move away, so that I could nod to him if he glances over. Oh, I do hope he for- gives me for staring, but he’s such a re. freshing sight. Why, hello! I'm very well, thank you. Yes, do ring me up! Now who in the world was that? He almost squeezed my hand off. I'm sorry I didn’t introduce you, but I really could- n't tell who it was. Isn't it dreadful to be so nearsighted?” Everyone said she wasn’t a bit like an actress. She was so modest, so retiring. The other day we met her at a party and a lovelier sight these eyes never before gazed upon. She was sitting on a divan fingering a magazine. She seemed so demure. Ever so many people wanted to have a word with her and they did. She was so charmingly responsive. “No thank you. No drink. Isn't this an interesting magazine? A picture of me in it? Why so there is! You think it's lovely! How sweet of you. They have learned how to use color in photographs, haven't they? I was in a good mood when it was taken. Oh, but we really mustn't look at me any longer. A drink? No, not for me. But you'll find one over there. Hello! Yes, do sit down. Just glancing at a magazine I found here. Of me? Are you sure? I didn’t know it. You do think so! But I'm not really that beautiful. You think I am. You're trying to make me happy. Well, you've succeeded. No, no drink, thank you. Why of course I'll ex- cuse you. You'll find the drinks over there. Why you sweet thing, hello! Of course you may sit down here. No, no drink and please don’t urge me. Isn't this an amusing magazine? Why: here's a picture of me! How sweet of them! Why what's the matter? Don't you like it? You're acting so strangely. Oh, you know about it! You've seen it before! I did! When did I show it to you? Oh, yester- day! Yes, I think I'll have a drink, too.” She wasn't a bit like an actress. —MOLLy RIcarDEL. "Two drinks va my parband will argue with anybody about the Supreme Coutt.” comicbooks.com