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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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Continued from page 50
Now I gire it to her a new way
. . . and she loves it!
I'    Y LITTLE GIRL was under-
weight and I had the hardest
time getting her to take proper nourish-
ment. She hated milk, and I had to
threaten to send her to bed before
she'd touch it.
"My husband's sister suggested that
I mix Cocomalt with her milk. I took
her advice-and how glad I am! Helen
loves it-drinks all she can get. The
extra nourishmenthas put eightpounds
on her already. She's filling out like a
little kewpie!"
What every child needs
for sturdy development
Thousands of mothers have the same
thrilling story to tell of Cocomal-
for there never was a food drink like it.
Cocomalt provides extra proteins,
carbohydrates and minerals so essen-
tial to the active, growing young body.
Every glass a child drinks is equal to
almost two glasses of plain milk. For
Cocomalt adds 70% more nourihment i,
milk. And it transforms milk into such
a delicious chocolate flavor food drink,
that all youngsters love it!
Give them as much as they want-
it's easily digested. In fact, Cocomalt
contains malt enzymes which help to
digest the starches in other foods.
Contains Vitamin D
Any physician will tell you that
strong, sound bodies in children are
impossible without Vitamin D. This
vitamin, produced by summer sun-
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substantially to prevent rickets and to
build strong bones and teeth.
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Cocomalt comes in powder form,
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keep them all in the ice-box-cool as ginger ale.
For really oily skins that just will not look
fresh and clean as dawn with not one trace of
perspiration-here's a treatment. Cleanse
with liquid cleanser or soap and water.
Apply a pore lotion and let it dIry; then an
astringent lotion-a powder base with astrin-
gent qualitv-let that dry. Rub off what-
ever powdery residue is left on the skin.
Then your rouge, then your powder. This
is a severe treatment and is not to be used
all the year round-just summer and now
and then in winter when you go kind of low
and your oil glands won't behave. It's dry-
ing but it leaves the skin without harshness.
THE summer make-up differs from the rest
of the year because it must be lighter in tex-
ture or you will look smeary and all those
ther disagreeable *words that mean messi-
ness, pastiness (heavens!) This goes for all
women-town or country.
When the skin has become tanned, a light
rouge is more becoming than a dark shade.
There are some that look orange in the box,
but change on the skin; delightful with a
sun-tan make-up. For this type of make-up
-sun, wind and sea make-up-a powder
should be used that is dark as the skin and
blends with the skin tones, and a lipstick that
is clear red or has an orange cast. Where the
cheek rouge is orange and the powder tawny
never use a lipstick with a bluish cast-
there will be dissonance-a clash like the
blare of horns a little out of tune.
In this season of elbows, use a depilatory
wax to take off the grubby, hard look. Bend
the arm and apply it warm. As soon as the
edge is firm enough to take hold of, roll it off
-it doesn't hurt. Be sure the skin is dry be-
fore you apply the wax-dust powder over
it and then wipe it off-the wax won't hold
if the skin is damp.
Freckles, bless their old hearts, can be
made less freckly by using a sun tan lotion
and powder over them. I know they are
generally unpopular. Too bad! Titian and
coppery-haired ladies can  seldom  avoid
them entirely, but protective foundations
will keel) them from becoming too conspicu-
ous. Never try to hide them with a light
make-up-the freckles will be sure to pop
right through. I think they're sweet!
Depilatories and deodorants are as nec-
essary to the midsummer lady as glamour
is to love (romantic love-the other kind
wags right along when it's the real thing-
glamour or no glamour; though it's more
grateful than one could believe if a little
glamour is thrown in!). Well, anyway, depila-
tories-wax, cream, powder, paste; deodor-
ants-liquid, powder. All necessary and
perfectly harmless if you buy the reputable
ones. I told you last month all about those
and how to use them. Since then, however,
a new liquid deodorant and non-perspirant
has arrived on the scene. It has a sanitary
sponge applicator which makes it very easy
to use and it is also quick-drying, so that you
can use it at a moment's notice.
And in summer, light perfumes-nothing
heavy and upsetting to one's sense of light,
gay, cool well-being. And the lovely toilet
waters that are so chic these days.
On and on I could wander in and out of the
ways to keel) cool and sparkling, light and
fresh, serene and dreamy, in these our July
days, only it seems that there are other peo-
ple who think it important that they should
write something in this magazine.
Anyway, keel) thy mind secure with faith
that there is Purpose behind all the ways of
life-even in dog days; thy heart open as
the pores of thy skin and light as a non-
resisting petal blowing in the wind; thy spirit
still as a waiting god.
And then thou wilt be secure and happy
wherever thou art-sun, sea, or city streets.
Continued from page 15
did in moments of great emotional stress.
"Yes, what is it, Binks?" asked the cool
blonde lady.
"IDo you-you don't believe that Eddie
Jones got drowned because he went swim-
ming on Sunday, do you?"
"Who told you that, Binks?"
"Lilian Anne did."
"Oh, did she, indeed?" said Mrs. Olmsted,
eyeing her daughter with a smile and a little
frown of perplexity.
"Well, I heard Mrs. Bassett tell our Mary
so," asserted Lilian Anne with dignity, "and
Mrs. Bassett's a pillow in her church, isn't
she? I guess she ought to know, oughtn't
"And Lilian Anne said," Binks hastened
on, "that mark-her-words God is like that.
She said-"
"Binks," said Mrs. Olmsted, speaking very
slowly as if feeling for words, "whatever any-
one tells you, when you are wondering what
God is like, think of the kindest, bravest,
finest, wisest gentleman you know, and-try
to remember that he is made in His image."
She stepped on the accelerator and drove
away, still with that little frown of perplexity
between her brows.
"Well, anyhow," Lilian Anne returned to
the original issue, "there aren't any (logs in
Heaven. God doesn't-"
But at this point Pat O'Reilly, who had
been lying with his nose on his paws, and his
bright, wise little eyes turning anxiously from
one of the disputants to the other, gave a
protesting yelp. It was as if he said, "Oh,
for Pete's sake, snap out of it! These theo-
logical wrangles never get you anywhere."
Binks cackled in delighted pride at this new
evidence of his buddy's intelligence. Lilian
Anne turned an offended shoulder upon the
ribald pair and feigned sleep, whereupon Pat
O'Reilly, sensing that what he had meant as
a mild pleasantry had proved offensive, stood
up before her, head on one side, whining and
flapping his forepaws in an apology so abject
and so altogether ridiculous that even that
stern doctrinarian, Lilian Anne, relented and
laughed. Binks fell upon Pat O'Reilly with
passiopate caresses. . . No, the idea of
Heaven without him wasn't to be borne.
Yet after all, though Mrs. Olmsted's words
had been immensely cheering, had anything
definite been established about Pat O'Reilly's
status in eternity? Of course, Binks felt that
he really knew much more about Heaven
than Lilian Anne. He'd had much better
opportunities. Lilian Anne went only to Saint
Philip's in Bedford, while he also went some-
times with Mrs. Bassett to the chapel she
attended, and sometimes to the cathedral
with Jenny, the downstairs maid, who was a
Catholic. He had even studied with great
interest an old book of prints he had found
in his father's library, full of pictures of
Heaven and-and-the other place, besides
numerous portraits of saints. On second
thought, however, he couldn't recall any
pictures of dog saints. Well, if Pat O'Reilly
couldn't go to Heaven, neither would Bink-
shop Vaille Tennant, Third. But of course
there were dogs in Heaven. Why, there was
the dog star!
BINKS was just about to put this conclusive
bit of evidence before Lilian Anne, who was
assembling her various possessions in leisurely
preparation for starting home, when Pat
O'Reilly, excited by these symptoms of
action, began racing around, barking furi-
ously and pulling at his master's coveralls.
"Aw, c'mon," Binks knew he meant.
"There's time for one more coast. C'mon,
old top! Be a sport!"
A little guiltily Binks decided to be a sport
to the extent of one more coast.
The promontory of grassy bank on which
the children had been sitting cut off all view
of the highway from the side road until, after
the mad dash down the hill, you came ab-
ruptly upon the intersection itself. It was
Pat O'Reilly's responsibility (TurntopageS4)
Helen disliked the
very sight of milk

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