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Graeve, Oscar (ed.) / Delineator
Vol. 119, No. 1 (July, 1931)

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 46-71 PDF (15.7 MB)

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-rcreams. They do give smoothness
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Continued from page 49
She turned it over, poked a hole in the paper,
peered in, sniffed at it.  He smiled at her
"Oh how charming! From Andrea. 'An
old guide book to Rome from an old Roman
guide.' Specially bound, feel the leather."
"Thoughtful of him . . . I suppose you'll
see a lot of him if I go to London." There
was suspicion in Timothy's voice.
"I hope so. He's the nicest person I have
met so farin Rome. Gentle, intelligent, don't
you think? You like him, don't you?" For
the first time in her life with Timothy she
was deceiving him about something that
mattered, and she did not like the sensa-
"Ye-e-es, but he might fall in love with
you. Had that occurred to you? Or you
with him? There's something about this
city- Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn human
relations! Up to now I have felt that you and
I controlled our lives pretty completely, but
suddenly I sense the control of others, or One
Other? . . . I'm still in love with you, but is
it the real you or my ideal of you? I wonder
if love doesn't make for misunderstanding
rather than understanding-if I loved you
less I'd be more tolerant . . . Don't you
think you'd better come to London with
me?" He moved restlessly about the bed-
room and swished off the bureau a protrud-
ing hand-mirror which smashed to the floor.
"Oh Tim, the one thing I am superstitious
about!   Look out, you'll cut yourself!"
He threw the fragments of glass into the
wastepaper-basket, and the door closed with
a bang. How abrupt he was. Ah well, she
sighed, he'd gone off to think it out.
Before she had finished dressing he was
back with a doll's mirror in his hand which he
presented with hanging head.
"My Tiny Tim," and she threw herself
into his arms and they sat close together on
the golden yellow sofa.
"I have seen the concierge and I am leaving
tomorrow for London-alone. You and
Roger get all you can out of Rome, use An-
drea shamelessly as a guide, and I'll work like
fury in the fog. Then spring and Devonshire
lanes-and cream! But, oh, my dolly," and
he took her head in his hands and kissed her
eyes and temples very softly, "I shall miss
my playmate."
THEY were standing outside his compart-
ment, his bags piled in a corner window
"Wire me several times en route, Timmy
dearest. Don't hang out of the window
while the train is moving, don't pinch de-
fenseless children, don't play rummy with
mysterious black-gloved strangers, and be
sure to pick up your little dresses when you
cross the streets. Oh, Timmy, I shall be so
lonely, with an ocean and all these customs
houses between us. It is much farther away
than from New York to San Francisco."
Then they both began to cry, and stood
close, holding each other's hands, and saying
nothing, just looking.
"Tim, the train is moving! Quick!" and
they snatched at each other's faces, and the
door was closed. As the train moved out she
turned away, wiping her eyes.
But he continued to hang out the window
and was able to discern, coming down the
platform toward Susan, the slightly limping
figure of Andrea Venzo.
In the next instalment: Susan's winter in Italy-and Andrea's;
her return to Timothy; America again-and a further amazing
analysis of married life, its conflicts and its inescapable loyalties
Continued from page 34
you from either tanning or burning; a cream
that will let you tan but protect you from
burning; and an oil that will protect you
from burning but will let you tan as deep as
a copper Indian or a golden African maid.
The first is best for oily skins-it's a bit
drying; the second is for any skin-a thin
cream that rubs in and is not oily. It can
be used under a finishing lotion which gives
further protection and added effect. These
finishing lotions come in lovely tones, and
each may be used with powder that blends
in tone and gives a velvety, finished look.
Between twelve and three the sun's rays
are hottest. Please don't expose your skin
without any care and think that you are
young enough, or strong enough, to have it
not matter very much. It does matter. At
least put on oil and save your texture a little.
And if you are one of those who dip and sun
and dip again and then more sun and so on,
keep your bottle of oil with you and apply it
each time after the dip. The protective
creams will stay on pretty well but they
come off a bit-so if you don't want to tan,
you'd better take one of them with you,
too, or else sun and dip and go straight up.
The cream that protects against both burn
and tan is difficult to get off; after using it, be
sure to cleanse with plenty of soap and water
or slathers of cleansing cream and tonic-
don't take any of it to bed with you!
And never-whether to mountains or the
sea-go away without one of those magical
tubes of ointment that take the burn out of
burning. They should be in every house,
winter or summer, because their integrity is
as the integrity of honor itself. I know a
woman who avoided a very bad scar on her
throat because she applied this healing oint-
ment instantly after a frightful scald. There
is also a cool cucumber preparation that
greatly lightens the pain of a burn.
So for the sea, protective creams and lo-
tions, nourishing creams and oils, cleansing
liquids or creams, and the ointment for burns.
All in your little kit. I'll tell you about make-
up later.
For the mountains, pretty much the same
kit-only possibly less need of strong pro-
tection, more need to guard against dryness.
And for campers out, there is something
about bathing in a pool with mountains
standing up all around it like patient, mys-
terious gods-something that takes you
back to the beginning of things. You feel like
Lilith or Eve-slipping into the clear depths
to lave yourself clean, bending over its edge
to stare at your pretty self, combing your
hair with a reed and staining your lips with
a berry. Only you have the edge on Lilith
and Eve a bit-you don't have to scrub clean
with sand, but can take a floating bar of soap
to bathe you softly clean and play tag with
you in the rosy dawn.
And now for the girl who stays in town and
instead of a soft wind laying her brow feels
that any moment the buildings will tumble
down on her and the pavements rise and
smite her with their hot wrath. She's the
girl who tugs at one's heart. And yet there
are compensations; while the rest of us are
off playing, she's earning her way through
life-and that's a fine thing to do; besides,
she'll have more in the exchequer in October
than we-and that's not so bad either! And,
too, a city in summer has a romance all its
own-gay, chiffony clothes fluttering through
the grim, hard-headed streets; tinkle of ice
and laughter on the roofs of restaurants;
charming little gardens in courts and back-
yards and beach umbrellas and deck chairs
and wicker tea-tables on the roofs and in
the gardens; a sort of camaraderie that isn't
there-in cities-in winter. Romance walks
her way in the midst of the heat and the
steaming pavements and the tall office build-
ings-romance hasn't left for the summer-
she's still in town!
And so the girl who stays in town prepares
to live up to her. Use rivers of lotions and
not so many creams. And (Turn to page 52)
Sal Hepatica
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