Evening star., 1937-02-28

the mOllOn picture magazine dnu
reached for the handmirror that lay beside
her on the chaise lounge. A lock of her hair
had been pushed forward by the pillows at
her back and it tumbled in blonde curls on
her left temple, shading her eye.
Why-y-y - she snatched back the maya
zine and stared at full-page photograph,
then stared again into the mirror - why, she
sort of looked like Carole Lombard with her
hair like this Well. for heavens sake! She'd
certainly never thought she was the Lombard
type. She was too small and her nose wasn't
straight and she was, we'll - too sort of round
and dimply But with her hair like this and
if she could get that full soft look to her
mouth and make it quirk little at the
corner
She tried it, held the mirror at arms
length and tried it again. She raised her brows
and lowered her lids, relaxed her mouth until
her lips were full and quirking violently as
she spoke to her reflection, which showed
no possible resemblance to the lovely Miss
Lombard except for the lock of hair tousled
above her eye.
How do you do-o-o?" she said in a throaty
voice.
1t was wonderful. Isabelle had never
dreamed she could look so grown-up and ex-
citing. Immediately she decided to change her
type. She was going to give a surprise to
THE younger set." of whom she was the
admitted leader. She was going to stop being
so girlish and appealing and be more - we'll.
womanish and intelleckshual; sort of drawly
and wise about life and love and boys and -
and well, life and everything.
Airplanes evidently were not included in
everything, for as she heard the faint noise
of one in the distant sky, she sat up and
turned toward the window, as alert and in
terested as child of six instead Of sixteen
A moment later the plane swept low over the
house, filing the room with noise like the
savage snarl of great beast Then the plane
was gone and she fell back on her pillows,
wishing she could meet an aviator; tall
handsome aviator about twenty or twenty
one, who all his life had been searching for
a small blonde girl who looked kind of like
Carole Lombard.
Isabelle's mother came into the room and
said: did you hear that plane go over? 1t
was probably your Aunt Charlotte's nephew.
He's an aviator and she's expecting him in
today for visit
Aunt Charlotte, who wasn't an aunt at
all but only her mothers best friend, was
the overly fond parent of a boy, one Buster,
whom Isabelle considered the lowest form of
life that crawled the earth. Buster was
younger than Isabelle and he had once tried
to push into her crowd, using her as his card
of introduction. Isabelle had scared him off,
but the experience had left her with fright
ened distaste for all Dixons This aviator,
Isabelle was sure, couldn't help but be some
old ugly man of at least thirty.
His name," Rosalie Cummings told her,
'is Rex Thorton and your Aunt Charlotte
is very fond of him."
Who isn't Aunt Charlotte very fond of"
Isabelle surreptitiously peeked into the mir
ror to see if she were getting the Lombard
quirk to her lips. Aunt Charlotte drools
fondness from every pore. never saw any
body so full CT goo"
isabelle" Rosalie kept her face straight
and tried to look stern. After all, sentimental,
excitable Charlotte was her best friend. She
quickly shifted the subject to safer ground:
What on earth is the matter with your
mouth, Isabelle? Why are you twisting it
around like that"
MY MOUTH" Isabelle looked blank VIII
why it feels sort of like was getting fever