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New Wash -N-Wear Bras
can't ever gap or slide
by Ruth Stone, PermaJift Foundation Stylist
Today I have some wonderfully exciting news for you
about two new spring bras by "Perma-lift"
that have absolutely everything we ever wanted
in a brassiere.
First of all, they're both styled of fine, soft, wash-'n'-wear
cotton and you know what that means. No
wrinkles, no ironing. These bras can even be laundered
in your own washer and dryer.
Secondly each bra has a special "Neveride" Band
that prevents sliding and slipping, and a wonderful "no
gap" elastic top that hugs you firmly, yet gently. The
shoulder straps are different, too smooth, flat, dainty,
and won't ever roll, wrinkle or pull apart.
Both "Perma4ift" Bras have Magic Insets in the
cups that guarantee firm, lasting uplift, no matter
how often the bras are washed.
Style 132, at right, is a new circular stitched cup
design that gives you a round, natural look for Spring's
new casual look. Style 109, left, is a regular style
with pretty embroidery.
The price is a real surprise too only $2.50 for either
bra. I'd suggest you buy both for your new Spring
finery.
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by Dick Emmons "yy
"Ann was teetering on the
brink, aiming herself at
our mattress for a target."
Every so often my wife Helen comes
down with a malady known unscien
tifically as the Wifely Weeps, an eerie sort
of ailment which leaves its victims sitting
in corners tearing up old dollar bills.
"What's it like outside?" she'll ask
wistfully during one of these attacks.
"I mean in the world of real people?"
"I wouldn't call Mr. Elliott people ex
actly," I'll reply defensively. "A day taking
orders from him and you'd be glad to get
back to the graham-cracker gang."
"Try me!" Helen will whinny. "Trade
places with me for just one day!"
I'll shake my head.
J'Half a day?" the girl will plead.
"I don't like to sound superior," I'll say
slowly at this point, "but the kids get you
down because your approach is not posi
tive enough. Friendliness is all right if it
wears a toga of firmness."
She'll smile frostily and I'll know my
advice has been sadly wasted.
I came home the other night to find her
idly swallowing lighted kitchen matches, a
glazed look in her eyes.
"Where are our pretty, little golden
haired twins?" I asked gently, knowing L
symptoms. 6
"The last I saw of them they were trying
to force your typewriter down the laundry
chute," she mumbled vacantly V
I sucked in my breath. "Weli, we'll put
a stop to that! Where's Ann'"
off Planning 8,PUlic Pa,acute leap
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AnnSret
the brink, aiming herself at our matfp
on
ess
which was laid out below as a target.
"Young lady," I said in my drill-field
tone, "climb down here this instant!"
"Step back, Daddy!" Ann warned. "I've
got 27 cents riding on this one!"
"Did you hear what I" I started. Then
I broke for cover as the girl plummeted
toward me. I moved just far enough to
get the full impact. There was a roaring in
my head and somewhere Hawaiian guitars
were strumming crazily.
At that instant the twins whooped out
of the house. "Grizzly!" Davey cried. "Pot
him, Dickie!"
"Now just a moment, you two" I or
dered, struggling upright. My command
was cut off as Dickie, firing at point-blank
range, caught me full in, the face with a
squirt of green ink.
I reeled toward the house, gasping and
shaken. "I see you tried the positive ap
proach," Helen said dully.
"Do you go through this sort of thing
every day?" I choked.
"Sometimes it's worse," she said. "You
should be here when it rains all day and
the children have to stay indoors."
I shuddered at the thought.
"Let's look at the bright side of ,
though," I offered.
"Bright side?"
"Sure. By 1970 the kids'll be awayat
college or married or someplace and
The girl broke into uncontrollable sob
bing, but for the life of me I couldn't tell
whether it was because she felt she was
about to lose her young ones or because
it was going to be so long until she did.
"There, there," I said, unable to thin
of anything more heartening.
family Weekly, April 19, mg