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“To swim or not
to swim”—that
is the question
Whether to "sit out" some sun
ny days in a beach chair when
that time-of-the-month arrives
Since your moth
er’s day, there
has been quite a
change of heart
by authorities on
this subject.
Great numbers of
normal, healthy
women now take
their usual swims
any day of the
month. An im
portant factor
has been the
growing use of Tampax as an internal
method for monthly sanitary pro
tection. In a swim suit, you obvi
ously need a form of Drotectinn
«hi<*«••*&£&*&’ *
cotton ^^res no belts, P«*
applicators- yjck to change
“ ?iSa «‘taS InV*- *«»
in 3 “bf0'^nSonth'»
Torment \
Smarting, irritation l* 1
-.-, , y n r U
cased, and nature's
healing pleasantly
quickened with oily,
medicated Resinol
An invaluable aid to
summertime comfort.
Enjoy its many uses.
Resinol Soap is ideally refreshing
KLUTCH holds then tighter
KLUTCH farms a comfort cushion:
holds dental plates to much firmer and
snugger that one can eat and talk with
greater comfort and security; In many
cases almost as well as with natural
teeth. Klutch lessens the constant fear
of a dropping, rocking, chafing plate.
35c and SOc at druggists. . . If your
druggist hasn’t It, don't waste aaanav
on substitutes, hot sand an like and m
will mall yon a ganarana Mai ban.
—THTTTT i In ilMT R dsk^irf
Continued from pci* tight
into the clean air. A stone had
slipped from its own weight. The
laws of nature had not been de
A little farther on, she passed by
the undemolished villas on the out
skirts of town in which the soldiers
of the Occupation Army lived. Steve
was lying on the grass inside the gar
den of a small white house, and he
recognised her from afar and got up.
A few near-by soldiers rose also,
walked to the garden fence, and
looked at the girl who was slowly
coming toward them.
Since his serious talk with Johanna
in the moonlight, Steve had been
too depressed and tom by mixed
cmuiiuns to go near ner. dui wnen
she approached closely enough for
him to see the expression on her face,
he went out to meet heir. The ambi
tion which he had once felt but felt
no longer — to be seen by his friends
with a pretty girl — was now ful
filled. The other soldiers were all
watching Johanna, and a short,
stocky sergeant whistled.
Lost in thought. Johanna did not
look up until Steve spoke. She
smiled faintly as he fell into step
beside her.
He said: "I hope you haven’t lit
a fire in the stove yet. The clay must
dry out. and the first fire should be
only a little one. I’d like to be there
when you light it.”
She only nodded, and they walked^
on quietly together. Johanna deep
in her thoughts.
In Steve there was rising the feel
ing that she was an innocent being
who did not belong to those bearing
the guilt of blood. But he could find
no words to tell her. It was as if she
knew what he was thinking, though,
for she shook her bowed head, and
looked up into his eyes, distressed.
From her expression, Steve read
her mind. He said, with the direct
ness of simple people: “Ncyisense!
You are not responsible. You’re be
ing unfair to yourself.”
By now they had arrived at the
willows. The realization that Steve
cared for her, that there was no
longer any conflict in his mind about
her, made Johanna’s heart light.
CL. L.J iL. 1 _ e _ _• i
who had kept herself for the one
man she’d some day love, and it
would have been impossible for her
hl* love as an undeserved
gift. She looked at him and said
from the fullness of her heart' “Let’s
light the first fire in the stove riritt
now. Would you like to?”
Steve took her hand. She was
happy, and let it rest in his as they
walked along. Sometimes, making
their way over the rough ground,
their paths were separated by root
stocks nearly two feet high; but like
two children playing a game, they
continued to hold hands.
Then suddenly, balanced on her
toes on a small hummock, Johanna
lost her balance and fell into his
arms. He drew her closer and kissed
her. She began to tremble, and re
turned his kiss... For the last hun
dred steps they no longer walked
hand in hand. Johanna’s head was
bowed, but she was not embarrassed.
Instead, she was sure of herself,
poised and serious. It seemed to her
that the had just passed through
one of life’s doorways, and on the
ocher side had come the revelation
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Melons return! Chill, cut, serve
"in the raw” are directions
enough for using any fragrant ripe
melon sweet tasting of sun. But use
them, too, in a fruit cup, eat them
in salads, in combination with sum
mer fruits, sprinkled lightly with
sugar, doused with lime juice.
Be daring, try the cantaloupes
broiled as a dinner beginning. Halve
the small melons, sprinkle lightly
with salt, shower with lime juice,
drizzle with honey, dot well with
butter, lightly brown under broiler.
j i
— Clementine Paddleford
that everything has to be paid for
— even happiness.
Steve looked at Johanna, and sud
denly before his eyes came a vision
of the blooming lilac bush back on
the farm in Pennsylvania. Involun
tarily he said, “It stands behind the
stable.” Johanna looked at him
questioningly, and he was embar
rassed — because he couldn’t ex
plain, even to himself, what the
blooming lilac had to do with
There were plenty of withered
branches and small pieces of drift
bank and baked stone-gray by the
sun. With them Steve made a small
fire. Johanna listened with delight
to the crackling of the wood, but
the builder of the stove was more
interested in the barely audible sing
song of the clay as it received its
baptism of fire.
In the shed now hung the damp
odor of paint, lime and fresh clay,
as in a new building. But after a
little while the red brick cube exuded
a soft, odorless warmth. Johanna
had a stove.
Between the end of the pipe above
the roof and its pointed chimney
hat, the blue smoke curled out and
rose into the clear July air, home
like and comforting, as though Euro
pean civilization, which had de
voured and turned itself into rubble
and ashes, had taken the first step
toward a new beginning.
In the hope that Steve might re
turn, Johanna had tried to dress up
the goat shed. In front of the glass
less window frame now hung little
white curtains, gathered near the
bottom with a string in an elegant
sweep to each side; on the table
stood a bouquet of com flowers in a
preserve can covered with pale-blue
wrapping-paper scalloped around
the edge; in front of her bed she had
put a mat of light-green willow twigs
decorated with a little red ribbon
which ah# had braided in a circle
in the center.
They sat next to each other on the
edge of the bed. It was already grow
ing dark. Johanna had lit one of
Steve’s candles, and the glow fell
softly on her face. Stars shone in her
She watched Steve as he looked
several times at each one of her
housewifely embellishments, and
she grew embarrassed. Only this
made him suspect that she had done
it for him. He was sure of it when
she dropped her eyes.
He said softly, "Now you can
cook here.’’
The way he said it warmed her
heart. How tender life is! she thought*
But until now tenderness had passed
her by. Instinctively she edged a
little closer. It was so good to be
sitting beside him. No evil in the
world, she thought, can happen to
me now.
After a pause filled with meaning,
Steve hesitantly put his arm around
her. "I>o you like me, Johanna?” he
She only nodded. But suddenly
the tears, unwept for years, burst
forth. No sound came from her lips.
Steve kissed her on the cheek,
wanting at first only to comfort
her. Then he kissed her again and
again — finally on her mouth, which
arms, almost fainting.
Only when he asked her, in a
whisper, his lips against her cheek,
whether he could stay, did Johanna
free herself. Chastity was stronger
than her desire.
But when the immediate danger
had passed, she let herself be kissed
again, and returned his kisses, her
face glowing and still wet with tears.
Then he left.
As Steve walked through the gate
of the villa, he was surrounded by
the GI’s who had been lying on the
lawn with him in the afternoon. They
were drinking beer, and were beside
themselves with joy. They told him,
all talking at once, what they had
beard an hour ago: The company
had been alerted, and would depart
next morning, pernaps tor home.
The train would leave at seven.
Steve had been waiting from day
to day for this news. It was a big
ivent, after two years of misery and
ieath and bitter homesickness on a
strange continent. As though al
ready preparing for the journey, he
jnconsciously straightened his
4.S he did so, the picture of Johanna
suddenly cut into his elation. It
vas like heat lightning, bright for
s moment, then gone into memory.
When his comrades thrust a glass
>f beer in his hand, he put it down,
in tasted. Without a word, he went
nto the villa to pack.
The short, stocky sergeant looked
if ter him, and said plaintively, "I
render what's biting him."
Early the next morning, the com
any marched, through ruins, to
he ruined station. Tkt End

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