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Now -a bandage that in YIT1 1 mm ww fh scab iff New CURAD with non-sticking Telfa pad won't hurt when you take it off... won't reopen healing wounds Vv 1 1 . 2z .n f Not this! Bandage with ordinary gauze pad sometimes pulls off scab, reopens wound, causes bleeding. Now this! CURAD Band age with Telfa pad, free of scab, peels off without sticking to wound, doesn't hurt. Here's why: The pad in the Curad adhesive bandage is the exclu sive new Telfa. Telfa is "the mercy dressing" that the nation's leading hospi tals are using to prevent damage to healing skin tissue . . . speed wound recovery. It has a plastic surface with scores of tiny holes in it that does the trick allows wound to drain, but doesn't stick to the scab. So when you take it off, it won't re open the cut. Don't take a chance on hurting your children. Get a new Curad (the waterproof plastic bandage with germ-fighting medication right in the pad, too). BAUER & BLACK Division of The Kendoll Company ill CURAD bandages for tmall wovndt. TilFA sterile pod for larg.r wounds. f s 1 There Isn't a Nail I Can't Bend by Dick Emmons Art by Ken Kenniston A NYBODY IN FOND DU LAC, Boise, Or Chattanooga want to swap houses with me? I don't much care whom I swap with as long as I get out of my present neighborhood. The street is overrun with fellows who are clever with tools, and in their midst I stand out like a sore thumb. In fact, I usually have a sore thumb, thanks to my vain efforts to keep up with them. Other people get evening phone calls from their neighbors asking them to drop over and play bridge or look at their vacation pictures. Not we. When we get a surprise evening phone call, it is Charlotte Gerlach or somebody. "Grab your jacket, dear," my wife trills, hanging up the receiver, "Char lotte wants us to run over and see the recreation room Fred just finished." "Recreation room, smeacreation room," I growl. "Charlotte says Fred has built the cutest French doors to hide the washer and drier!" "French doors, smench doors," I re spond dully. "Why doesn't he read War and Peace or something in the eve nings instead of building things? You know what my motto is? Leave the cabinetmaking to cabinetmakers, the upholstering to up" "C'mon!" she calls, gripping my arm. Fred, of course, is all smiles when we arrive. Charlotte is pirouetting ner vously about. She proudly leads my wife ' to the basement door as if we were about to get our first look at new born triplets. "Now, don't expect too much," Fred chortles with false modesty. "I really don't know one end of a hammer from the other!" -"There's a difference?" I ask, but no one answers. They are all tiptoeing down the stairs. "Ready?" breathes Charlotte. "All set," my wife says excitedly. Fred flips on the light switch. "Ooh!" my wife squeals. "It's beeootiful!" What we have before us is a rectan gular room whose floor Fred has cov ered with asphalt tile, including shuffle board triangles. He has built a false ceiling of soundproofing materials and painted the walls a ghastly magenta. A television set is recessed into a large cupboard (fashioned by Fred) at one end of the room, and at the other stand the French doors, concealing the auto matic washer and drier. "Of course, I'm not quite finished," Fred is burbling. "I want to build stor age cabinets along that wall and mount a hi-fi speaker over there and " I congratulate Fred wearily. He has done a fine job but it is just another recreation room in a series of recreation rooms up and down the street. Still, as always, the experience gives me new hope and energy. "If Fred can do it, I can do it!" I murmur and dash down to my basement. "I'll start with a cabinet to house the TV and record player and if that turns out, I'll order acoustical tile and do the ceiling." The cabinet, it develops, is trickier to construct than I had figured, so I decide to concentrate first on a long modem bench for use by guests wait ing their turn at the Ping-pong table. It soon is obvious that I don't have boards long enough for the bench and must settle for a lesser project. Unable to think of one that would be a useful first step in building a recreation room, I decide instead to fashion a bread board for my wife. When I'm finished, I take it upstairs behind my back. "Now don't expect too much," I warn her in the approved style of do-it-yourselfers. "I don't," she smiles thinly. "I expect a new bread board. Why, it is a new bread board. That's the fifth in three months. Thank you, dear." Come on, you fellows in Fond du Lac and Chattanooga! Make me an offer! TfT l7'N- Michigan Ave., Chicago I. III. Leonard S. Davidow, President and Publisher. Walter C Dreyfus, Vice-President: Ben Kartman. Editorial Director; Patrick O'Rourke, Advertising Director; Melanie De Proft Food Editor; Vilham A. Fetter, Art Director; Robert Fitigibbon. Managing Editor- Associate Editors: Kevin V. Brown. Jack Ryan, Thomat Gorman. Honore Singer, Jerry Klein, New York rmttr J. DnntnliAimar Mnlluwnn ' ' ' Address all communication! about editorial features to Family Weekly. 179 N. Michiaan Send all advertising communications to Family Weekly, 155 N. Michigan Ave., Chi Copyright 1958 by Family Weekly Magaiine. Inc.. 179 N. Michiaan Ave. Chlno I II an Ave., Chicago I, HI. cago 1, III. vonienn II. All rights reserved.
