Sunk
By PERIODIC PAIN
Every month Deborah wis sunk hy
fmutkttal mtnstrtmi Jutrtu. Now she
lust tikes Midol and goes her way
in comfort because Midol ttblets
contain:
An exclusive inti-spasmodic due
Stow Champing ...
Medically-approved ingredients -that
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achi . . . Calm Jumpy Nbjlvbs
A special, mood-brightening med
ication that Chases "Blubs.
"WHAT WOMEN WANT TO KNOW"
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plaint womonhood'i nott common phydcol
problomt. Wrillnn by a phyiician. Writs
Depl.32, Sox 280, Now Yoifc 10. N.Y. (Snl
in plain wrappor J
Saved
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STOP PAIN
INSTANTLY
COMBAT INFECTION
PROMOTE HEALING
WITH 8007HINB
Campho
Phenique (moHouttceo CMf-M-mt-m)
USE IT FOR
FEVER BLISTERS
COLD SORES,
GUM BOILS
Not only ilo fever
bllaters heal faster,
but the name thing
happens when Cam-pho-Phenlquc
Is
used on cold acre,
sum bolla. Wonder
fully ooth In too, L'VM
poison Ivy, Itching;
of Insect bites. Anil Campho-
Phenlnue la a highly effective,
pa In -re lie vlnar antiseptic for
minor cuts and scratches from
jttarlng knives, can openers, tin
, cans, etc.
1 Vnetl on pimples, Campho-
Phenlque helps prevent their
spread and re-Infection.
Cordon Btoooyl
Cooking! an art, or supposed to be,
So I never go by a recipe.
Soup 'or salads or rakes or piess
I cook ad lib and I improvise.
A dab of thai, a Utile of thisi
I throw it together hit or mis.
For art' not art if you bind
and curb it.
So be it bean or banana sherbet,
I blithely ing, "A fig for the book!"
And, golly, am I a lousy cook!
Ceorgie Slarbuek GalbrmUk
Quips
t$M and
w Quotes
Like many husbands, he had a
hard time getting started for work
in the morning. This particular day
he sat bleary-eyed at the kitchen
table and after a long silence said:
"Make mine coffee and a roll no
butter, please."
The wife looked at him quizzically.
"Aren't you going to work today?"
"Good heavens!" he exclaimed,
looking at his watch. "I thought I
was at the office already!"
Giles H. Runyon
As part of a government project,
a group of Eskimos was sent on a
tour of U.S. cities. When one re
turned home, he proudly carried a
long piece of pipe, which he prompt
ly stuck through the roof of his
igloo.
"What's that?" asked his puzzled
wife.
"That's something I picked up on
my trip," the Eskimo said proudly.
"When you want heat, you just bang
on this pipe." Frances Benson
Supormarkotoors By Bob Gustafson
Words I Wn Sorely Tomptod
to Spoak to a Young Callor
Yes, dear, I love your picture,
I think it's perfectly fine.
I especially like that up-and-down,
Squiggly, Bix-foot line.
. Now why not take your crayon
And draw that whole design
For your Mommy on her fresh
painted wall.
Like you did for me on mine? .
Barbara Gardner
II-HI
IN the dark hours of my
life there were two dreams.
One was a book bearing my
name. One was a cottage with
roses around its door.
In the passage of years, the pres
sure of time, I had half -relinquished
both. In the velvet night I lay in my
alien bed and could not And the cot
tage lane, could not conjure the book.
The loss of them I reconciled in scorn
for my romanticism, rejection of a
childlike faith.
Today there is no way to put into
words the joy which is mine. Beside
me on this table are the key to my
cottage, the book filled with my
14 Family Weekly. January 20, IM1
thoughts. I need not be reminded
that these are tangible and not half
so great as the verities which can
neither be seen nor touched. I know
the cottage is weathered and has no
roses. I know the book is neither
bound in vellum nor inscribed in
gold. But I knew both dreams at
once from long association of hope
and yearning.
I sit in the light of my own hearth
and admire the skill of artists
who gave ftiy hesitant words a color
and appeal they never owned. Per
haps this little house will not last
me all the days of my life. Perhaps
this little book is only a wayside
toward the road's end. Yet both are
a culmination, though I played small
part in them, and I bask, therefore,
in gratitude, not in glory.
Yet all of you who have seen
dreams come true will understand
that life does not often give pure
delight rising like a fountain from
a well seemingly dry. When it hap
pens, its sweet waters fill the heart
to overflowing.
And so I am impelled to share
this with you, not so much for my
own sake as for all of you whose
dreams are dust.
Wait a little while. Never give up.
Dreams, blessed dreams, do come
true. I know! I know!
f ;, S i ava