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About Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 8, 1959)
.S .if! -s trS&Ze .3-. Ot Q ISSrfl Fiction & a' o S, IX s o 5-i 3 3 2. ro c 3' w O r ' HOt srs- a) cr i t3 P n t cr w r a co 5 o co a Co P ro o u O. o m to Through the eyes of love by Barney Sabath IN her pink sup, Sally Parker stood before the bedroom mirror brushing her brown hair. She could hear Warren in the living room explaining to old Mrs. Krayle that six-week-old Warren, Jr., had never before been entrusted to a baby-sitter. Listening, Sally felt guilty. She knew she should want to escape from the small apartment for an evening. And since she'd worked in Warren's office before they were married, she ought to be look ing forward to seeing "the gang" again. Actually she did want to see them, but wished it could be through a one-way screen so they needn't stare politely at her once-perfect Size 10, now a dozen very apparent pounds heavier. She'd managed to lose 15 excess pounds, but these last 12 just refused to go. Warren appeared in the doorway, his handsome reflection smiling in the mir ror. "Come on, Pudge. Time for us to go." He handed her the new black dress which lay across the bed, and she pulled it over her head, wishing for a sudden headache, a dizziness any excuse to stay home. For even a black dress couldn't camouflage the pudginess that had earned her her nickname. She remembered the morning Warren had brought her and the baby home from the hospital. He'd kissed her lips and murmured, "Welcome home, Pudge." And though she'd kept the smile on her face, something inside had frozen and she'd silently resolved to lose the extra weight in a few weeks. She'd intended to exercise, to eat less to whittle herself down to the long lost Size 10. But the days flew by in a pattern of diaper-changing, formula making and house-cleaning, with no time to consider herself. Though he had frequently suggested they go out, she had felt shame for her heaviness and had offered excuses. But now they were starting out on an eve ning, and she must struggle to be gay. She put on her jacket, then tiptoed into the darkened dinette that doubled for a nursery. She planted a soft kiss on the round pink face, and with happy sur prise felt her husband's hand taking hers, and his lips against her ear. In the car she tried to keep her voice light. "Darling, I know I'm not exactly a sylph, but I'm going to slim down in jjj ' raw rtaiti Another fresh-dough miracle from Pillsbury Cookies you slice and bake Home-baked cookies were never this easy before. Not a mix. Not frozen." Pillsbury makes and shapes fresh, real cookie dough (as good as if you made it yourself). Pillsbury keeps it fresh for you in your grocer's dairy case. All you do is slice and bake. Each flavor makes 3 to 4 dozen cookies, depending on whether you slice 'em thick or slice 'em thin. - Four favorite flavors: Butterscotch Nut, Crunchy Peanut, Toasted Coconut, Sugar Cookies . . . all at your grocer's dairy ease. . in four rrrw XXtt O1 New way to fill the COOkle Jar. Your wonderful new way to bake . . . just slice 'em on a cookie sheet and pop 'em in the oven. Takes only 9 minutes to fill your cookie jar with crunchy-crisp Pillsbury Slice 'n Bake Cookies . . "Gimme one!" flavors. Now it's easy to serve your own home baked cookies. Try this fast way to your child's heart. Woindleirffy D inew way to bake . . . 7 " .J. Wonderful new way to bake biscuits. Ten unbaked bis cuits in each can pennies per can). Open the can . . . into the pan . . . into the oven. Fluffy, golden, perfect! Buttermilk and Country Style Sweetmilk flavors. 1 - V tt&ffXBr Look What you can bake. New Pillsbury Quick Caramel Nut Rolls . . . now with cinnamon-sugar Ailing rolled right into the ready-mixed dough. Just slice into 8 pinwheel rolls. Caramel nut topping right in the can. Hot, fresh, home-baked by you I Pillsbury Quick Cinnamon Rolls with Icing are eight sweet rolls of fresh dough already spread with sparkly sugar and rich cinnamon. Velvety icing is right in the can! the next month. Just watch and see." Warren said nothing, but reached for her hand and pressed it. She felt herself getting a trifle indignant "I mean it," she insisted; then her voice became a shade wistful. "Please at the party don't call me Pudge." Over the purr of the motor, Warren's laugh was indulgent, just a touch skeptical. In the Phelps' living room, Fran Phelps took Sally's jacket, and the girls gathered around and exclaimed how wonderful Sally looked and how lovely her dress was. Of course, she didn't be lieve a word of these compliments and changed the subject to young Warren. "I'm a doting mama," she said without apology, opening her purse to bring out a batch of snapshots. Soon the men moved off toward the game room for cards, and Sally became the center of the girls' chattering atten tion. She felt a sweet glow, realizing how much she'd missed seeing them lately, and how much she loved them. They told her of the recent movies they'd seen, and of the new bachelor who had joined the office sales staff. "Lunch-time shopping expeditions aren't the same without you," Kay told 16 Family Weekly, February (, 19S9 m. w rr n y ' - H ' n a- a
