Evening star., 1944-01-29
This and That
By Charles Z. Truce1DeH.

Mrs. Yolanda Bonifant, blond and
eficient, had her mind busy on some
thing she was going to buy.
She thought about it all the way down.
town, on the crowded bus, and as she
crossed the street later.
On the bus beautiful child by the
name OF Iris amused herself and the
other passengers by rubbing her lips
up and down, for the space of a foot,
on one of the metal uprights to which
people wildly cling.
Her mother said, Iris stop that" but
Iris didn't stop, as no one, least of all
her mother, expected she would.
Mrs. Bonifant was secretly on the
hunt for facial cleansing tissues
These fragile sheets of paper perhaps
represent the height of something or
other, and now no more of them were
to be had. -.
1t was the war, of course.
Thousands of ladies and hundreds OF
men were on the hunt for them, too
Grocery stores. drugstores-none had
any cleansing tissues, which are good
for many purposes, including impromptu
handkerchiefs, especially when one has
q cold.
to get any tissues struck Yolanda as
absurdly unnecessary.
The next person might feel that same
way about some other product, but to
her the idea OF going without these
precious bits Of paper seemed mildly
absurd, war or no war.
II am as willing to sacrifice as any
one" she claimed, "but I can see no
reason for there being no tissues
Scores Of other beautiful ladies evi-
IDENTIFY felt the same way. At her
grocery, sort of modern wartime wom-
ems club, Mrs. Bonifant discussed the
latest lack with many.
All agreed that no cleansing tissues
were to be had, anywhere.
Yolanda Bonifant, striding forth with
determination on most capable legs,
tried store after store.
mo tissues" was the unvarying an
swer.
The thing seemed absurd, but it was
a fact, nonetheless. There were no
tissues. Finally it became race against
time. Determined, she went on and
on-with exactly the same result.
And then it happened.
AS she was going by store she had
never patronized, there right before her
eyes in the window were boxes upon
boxes of a very good brand of cleansing
tissues.
1t was not black market stuff, either.
The price was right, and on the boxes
in big figures.
Inside the place there were more boxes
of tissues. Mrs. Yolanda Bonifant drew
forth her purse, and bought one big
box. She didn't want to be a pig.
1t was amazing, the thrill of satistac-
ton shegot out of so simple purchase.
The man made no offer to wrap H. up,
and it made no difference because it was
very nice looking box, all pink and
white, with small angels draped around
the rim.
Mrs. Bonifant was in merry pur-
chasing mood.
On her way home she stopped at her
favorite grocery.
When she got her goods, and put it
down on the counter, she suddenly no.
ticed the clerk looking at the big box
OF tissues.
"Heavensp she thought. "It isn't
wrapped! Suppose they should happen
to have the same brand here today, for
the first time In weeks. I'll have to pay
for it twice, maybe
But the man had different idea.
Where did you get those tissues?"
he asked, somewhat grimly, she thought.
Downtown" she explained, quickly.
'Where?" he asked.
Mrs Bonifant told the exact location.
The man smiled, as he wrapped up
her purchases.
Il am going down right away" he
grinned, "and get my wife q package
She has been after me for days"