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Show 8 S S 1 e? I fa Horn's New . Colf-- f uror at a prom, I awaited my dear one views The kids cried, "What's for dinner, Mom?" And my epouse exclaimed, "What's new?" Betty Billipp As shy as a girl is a a S use a , 1 ' U t and 'Que'ttes Qoips is a I1 IS II aa ?i The pretty secretary to the corporation president told her boss that she was to be married the following week' and would be quitting her job. "Oh, no' the executive cried. "Not now we're right in the middle of all that merger correspondence, and I need you. Couldn't you ask your boy friend to postpone the wedding for a month or so?" "Oh, I couldn't do that," the girl said quickly. "I don't Don Bennett feel I know him that well!" . Si i g S 5 5 sa i a a i What's in a s f i aa ss a ; I 1 s s ' ISa . I'd add, so are their bills! J bet" "Because," the mother answered, "that's when the new Jim Henry baby. Name-?-Th- With elegant labels thus to brand And dignify their skills, They're all far more impressive and, a a 4,But how can that father carries the druggist is now a "pharmacist"; The doctor's a "physician." The hairdresser's made the status list By being a "beautician." " The young wife had just learned the was expecting her first baby. Her joy was mixed with a great deal of anxiety, so she immediately went to see her mother. The older woman put her fears to rest, but there was still one nagging doubt. "What month wiU be the most difficult for me?" the anxious girl asked. "I'm sure' it'll be the 10th month," the mother replied. Georgie Starbuck Galbraith A distraught woman entered a shop and frantically looked at samplesLmwtndjnateriaLwith a metallic sheen and transparent enough to glow when a red bulb is lighted under it" she told the manager. The manager went through his entire stock, then admitted: "It's something I'll have to order. But if I may material transask, just why do you want a metallic-shee- n parent enough to glow when a red bulb is under it?" J"Well,"- - the woman explained, "my son is in the school play oh, if they only hadn't castTiim as a nose cone!" dry-goo- Herm Albright 4 fM aa F I a 0 , is 4 You move like a girl... walk like a girl-dan- ce j a why not be comforlatle even on ami cuit (lavs use lamp ax internal i sanitary protection. You aren't even aware you're wearing TAMPAX it! "J 0 vJuu&Z home, and it is of you to be so beautiful on this last were ONLY a temporary morning. It is as if you sensed the tentative claim on you and replied, "See, you have underestimated me. all these like a girl... play like a girl... YOU I months." So you. clothe yourself in crystal and the jewels of winter's end. You give yourself a spring blue sky and an : April sun to sparkle on the polished earth. Never was my Minnesota lake more exquisite than on the morning of departure with the mist lifting from the awakening waves. The Gulf coast was never more alluring than from far below a plane window in a lush dawn. But you, which I have tolerated with the carelessness of impermanence, have outdone all the rest You have taken the shabby circumference of yourself and covered it with snowy Stardust You have created a frosted still life of every pine tree, every iimid shrub. And against this last daybreak, you fling a shower of hoarfrost and defy me not to raise my eyes in wonder at your genius. I have lived with you . impatiently, a bird who rests it ds Family Weekly, April 21. 1963 briefly on a bough he would not claim and then finds suddenly the sparse twigs glowing in glory when he lifts his wings to fly. You scatter diamonds of delight on this landscape with carefree abandon. You touch this corner of the world with majesty, daring me to forget you. Living rootlessly in a sterile world, marking time for I saw you with a limited vision. In this my Shangri-Llast dawn, you have opened like a flower. And now iTegret thTwasteTNow I know I will miss you more than I cjould believe possible. And you teach me what I should have learned. Every horizon toward which I hurry is only a promise. How great is the sacrifice of what I leave behind? a, The Dest off Patty Jchnson d essays of Patty Johnson are Sixty of the available in an attractive book. For copies, please send SI. 50 each, postpaid, to Family Weekly Books, 153 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 1, 111. best-love- |