The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1939-09-02

80 Jean at once set about following
this recipe for a Glamour Girl to tha
letter, with visions of inspiring awe
and admiration from Dick when he
viewed her new personality.
MRS. Lewis was uptown doing the
weeks marketing so Jean selected her
mothers bOudoir as the appropriate
spot for her transformation. Jean al
least had one characteristic of the
glamour girl as she already wore her
hair shoulder length in a modified
page boy bob; but she couldn't resist
applying some of her mothers bril-
Iiantine to her hair and then she
brushed and brushed it until it Oils
tened.
First Jean found a nail file and with
few deft strokes her moon-shaped
tingernails were converted into the
desired mandarin claws. Then she
applied some of her mothers bright
est nail polish "a bit guiltily for she
knew Dicks distaste for vivid nails)
Mrs. Lewis did not have any white
powder in her well-stocked make-unI
cabinet but Jean found a small box of
flesh tone powder and proceeded to
transform her lovely schoolgirl com
pleXion into a clark-pint mask. Then
a heavy application of liquid lipstick
gave her lips the appearance of shell
lacked rosebuds. Her puffy eyelids
were obtained via some dark green
shadow on her upper and lower lids.
All this procedure, unfamiliar to
Jean, took quite some time as she
applied the make up as carefully as
an actress making her stage debut.
She went into her bedroom and after
looking through her wardrobe finally
selected a simple black princesse frock
that became glamorous with the re-
moval of the demure white collar. Re-
turning to her mothers room she
found jeweled clip that she fastened
to the neckline of her dress.
AS she was generously spraying on
some "Mos Amours" perfume, the
doorbell rang-Dick's familiar stacat-
to ring. She started to run down the
stairs to answer it, but remembering
her new personality, she descended
the stairs leisurely land with gla-
mourn. She was so engrossed in
practicing her mysterious myoptic
squint she did not see Dick until she
reached the bottom step. Then she
opened her eyes slightly and said, in
what she assumed were husky glamor-
Gus tones, "Do come in, Dick"
Dicks first glance at this strange
new Jean startled him, to say the
least, but he soon regained his COM
posture and spoke menacingly, "Say
| told you we were going to the NOV
les tonight didn't invite you to any
masquerade party, y'know" Jean
ignored the subtle slur and answered
in her glamour-girl voice, "I'm quite
aware we are going to the movies. IT.
was too divine of you to ask me,
Dick"
"Say, if you think Pm going to take
you to the movies looking like-like
-THAT-well, you're nuts, absolu-
tely nuts" Dick exclaimed. "And
what's wrong with the way l look p"
Jane demanded, resuming her natural
schoOlgirlish voice in the excitement.
eff you take a look in the mirror,
won't have to answer that question"
Dick answered sarcastically. ooh, you
YOU Oh, is that 500" Jean cried
shrilly. "Well, Richard Parker, if
you're so dumb, you don't know gla-
mour when you see it-well, I wouldn't
think of going to the movies with such
dumb persona
ooh, so that's what glamour looks
like" Ny! My!" Dick simpered. But
when Dick saw the supreme look on
jeans face, he decided it was due time
to assert his seventeen-year-ol mas
culinity.-"If you don't get all that
goo off your face and hands in ex-
actly ten minutes" Dick commanded,
glancing at his wrist-watch, "our date
is off. I'll go over and take Peggy
Dexter" Jean, realizing the serious
ness of his command, as we'll as his
added threat, dashed up the stairs to
the bath.
There she washed and scrubbed her
face until all trace of the pasty pink
powder was removed. Then she re
moved her gay nail polish and applied
Dicks favorite rose shade. She took
off her black dress and donned a blue
cotton frock, she tucked a blue bow in
her hair, and took off her high-heeled
pumps and slipped on her favorite
summer sandels. The perfume was
guaranteed to last an entire evening