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Show Family Weekly/ March 19, 1967 How to Keep from Having a Nervou This noted writer reveals a secret of tranquility that Joan Crawford and Paulette Goddard also discovered—but which Marilyn Monroe ‘didn’t WORKED for many years in the nerve-racking atmosphere of Hollywood and, lateron, in the eqially frantic environs of Broadway. But I have yet to visit a psychoanalyst or even take myfirst tranquilizingpill. This is due, I’m sure, to having stumbledacross a treatmentfor unstrung nerves a long time ago. The treatment costs much less than a single session with an analyst and is a quicker tranquilizer than any of the so-called miracle drugs. This medical discovery- of mine took place one summer when my husband John and I were in Europe. I had remained in Paris while he had gone to London on business. He planned to take a plane back on a certain day. Those were the early years of plane travel when anyflight was a hazard. The plane was due at 5 p.m at an airport about an hour from our hotel. So 6 o'clock found me in our suite waiting for John. But he didn’t come. Never mind —possibly traffic from the airport was heavy. Six-thirty came; still no John. Beginning to be apprehen- sive, I called the reception desk and asked whether it was usual for the flights from London to belate. | was assured that, as a rule, the planes arrived on schedule. It may only have been imagination, but I sensed that the reception clerk shared my alarm. At any rate, he said he would phonetheairline. While waiting for his report, I began to visualize any number of catastrophies. I could almost hear John’s airplane smacking the wa- ters of the Channel. Finally 1 called the reception desk again. The receptionist said that he had been trying to get the. airport but the lines were jammed —possibly flooded with other calls of the same nature as mine. His line of reasoning only in- creased |my fears. I now began rap- The flight carrying her husband was late— no one knew why. Only her needle point kept Anita Loos’ nerves steady. 6 Family Weekly, March 19, 1967 2 . idly to disintegrate, to feel I'd never see my husband again. Had | been a smoker, I would have spent the following hour lighting onecigarette after another. But | don't smoke. Also, I don’t drink—else I'd have ordered up a double. martini or two, I was alone in Paris; there ILLUSTRATION BY ETHEL GOLD |