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Contents
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highlights of this issue
Fiction
Vision or Love by Sybil Burr
Going, Going, Gone by Muriel Roy Bolton
A Cinderella Called Dinah by Angela Russell
The Grafton Girls (serial) by Mary Howard
Waiting For You by Sheila Frazer
Special Series
Plus
Woman
189 HIGH HOLBORN LONDON, W.C.1
Telephone TEMPLE BAR 2468 (100 LINES)
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JULY 7, 1956 VOLUME 39, NUMBER 995
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Perfumes And Places
DRIVING in London, I discovered that the smells of petrol, melted tar and dry dust made a sort of scent which might have been called "Essence of Summer City."
Along the by-pass, the air was clearer as it flowed, through the windows, but there was still a prevailing aroma of automobile. A compound of warm leather upholstery, faint oiliness and furniture polish held sway, for my escort's car is very well groomed.
But when we eventually arrived in the cool green country, and drove up to the cottage where we were to be guests, the scent changed. Thick and sweet as honey, buzzing with bees, golden as butter, the lime-tree perfume hovered all around us.
I wonder, will it be as lovely this year?
THE EDITOR
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We hope wit Mayflower upon this page in a bright and scintillating guinea-winning letter
Woman to Woman
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Designing male
When I was a teenager, about twenty years ago, I belonged to a youth club which was struggling to establish itself.
The warden insisted on our doing something useful besides dancing to the gramophone and haunting the canteen, so, unwillingly, we joined a needlework class.
A very tall young man in a brightly coloured shirt came to teach us; his large hands sewed deftly and we soon settled down to class routine.
He taught us how to cut out and make blouses and dresses (out of our meagre pocket money), though we were by no means an easy class. We resented his accent, so much clearer than ours and were very fond of "taking the mickey."
Thanks to him I have always been able to dress my little girl on very little money, and in hard times I have made dresses for neighbours.
So a very big thank you to that teacher. He is Teddy Tinling, now world famous as a designer of tennis clothes.-Mrs. K. D. (London, ·E4).
IT was Mr. Tinling who designed the 'WOMAN special offer pattern for a tennis dress which appeared in our April 7 issue.
Judging by the hundreds of orders which came pouring in to us for this pattern. we think that you aren't the only reader grateful to him, Mrs. K. D.
Repeat performance
My husband threw down my magazine in disgust. "Such silly rubbish," he cried.
"What's silly about it?" I asked.
"Those sloppy love stories," he replied loftily.
But I got my own back. I produced his old love letters and read them aloud. You should have seen his face !-Mrs. P. M. (Dublin).
WE feel that there has been a shocking intrusion of privacy here, but are too muddled to think whose.
But we do think you have let yourself in for some dull letters if your husband ever has to be away for some time.
Better to point out to him that he needn’t read love stories. He can always stick to space-ships.
Mixed fruit fritters
A last-minute idea that proved really delicious :
Mix together a breakfast cup stewed apples, a heaped tablespoon flour, half a teaspoon baking powder, and a beaten egg. Add chopped glace cherries and walnuts, and fry a tablespoon at a time, in deep fat.
Sprinkle with caster sugar and nutmeg.-Miss T. T. (Oxted, Surrey).
Patch work
We had a handsome Aylesbury drake who waddled proudly among the ducks until the day of his disgrace. This came when, wishing to be able to distinguish him from a younger drake, we put a tiny patch of tar on the top of his proud head.
He quacked his dismay all round the pond.
We thought no more about it until the next nest of eggs hatched. There, among the fluffy yellow heads was one duckling with a patch of black down on his head.
It was old drake's revenge.- Miss J. B. (Old Newton, Suffolk).
Our new kitten was white, with three small black patches on its back.
My two-year-old daughter was most upset when she saw it.
"Mummy," she wept. "Poor pussy's got holes in his cardigan Mrs. B. W. (Dinnington, Yorks)
In . . . out
At the Seaside, my mother and I came upon a row of small cafes, and decided we'd like a cup of tea.
We were about to enter one shop, when the sight of an apparition in a dirty black suit and grubby apron made us draw back.
My mother grasped my arm and marched me into the cafe next door. To our horror, the very same man glided through a connecting door and stood waiting to serve us.
Apparently the two places were under the same management.- Mrs. C. M. (Houghton, Huntingdon).
BUT you haven't told us what you did, Mrs. C. Moo.!. . . suddenly found you had no money. . . spotted a ship you just had to catch . . . or swallowed your pride and the tea?
Stormy outlook
When my sister was married, the floods were at their height and all the women guests had to be carried into the local hall for the reception.
My younger sister was married exactly twelve months afterwards, and on that day the sun shone beautifully, so all the men guests joked that they were being, denied the chance of repeating their Sir Galahad act.
How wrong they were! We arrived at the reception to find the water main had burst; again the men had to discard shoes and socks to carry the ladies through.
There is another family wedding soon. Do you think we shoud mark the invitations: " Morning dress optional, waders essential?" -Mrs:- F. H. (Surbiton, Surrey).
WE think it would be safer if all guests were invited to attend in bathing costumes, wearing frog flippers and carrying deep sea diving equipment.
Timesaver (6)
Keep all the china you use every day arranged in separate piles, the highest at the back (this is important). No pile should be on top of another.
Taking them out is then a quick job; putting them away as easy as dealing out a pack of cards.
Items used. only occasionally should be stored in a separate place.- Mrs. J. N. (Billingshurst, Sussex).
Tense time
I inquired about an acquaintance who had suffered a nervous break-down, and was given this report on her health: "Oh, she's getting on quite well, except that she lives in the past, can’t remember a thing about the future."-Mrs. E. P. (Hertford)
WE must have broken down ages and ages ago!
What's he going to be?
My son, aged eight, has always had an inquiring mind, and simply has to know the ins and outs of everything going on.
One day, when he was about six: he was missing "for Some hours.
He had decided to visit the local police station, so he just walked in and asked if he could be shown everything. And he was, even the Black Maria.
The fire station knows him as a regular visitor.
But his latest exploit beats all. He came home, dirty and cold, and announced that he'd been helping the road-sweeper, his work having been rewarded with a cup of tea by the brazier in the man's hut.
We are wondering what he will be up to next. But we give heartfelt thanks that he is able to be so adventurous. You see, when a baby, he nearly died from polio,- Mrs, A. S. (Catford, London, S.E.6).
LET us hope your son goes on inquiring, Mrs. A. S. No danger of his becoming a " dead end kid" we think. Will he be a journalist, detective, archaeologist, or Arctic explorer, we wonder? All these things, perhaps.
Regal finger-plates
I wanted some new finger-plates for my doors, but didn't like the plain, clear plastic ones.
So I looked out the embroidery flower transfers commemorating the Queen's Commonwealth tour, obtained from WOMAN in 1954, and worked the designs on strips of linen:
These were then mounted on white card and set behind the plastic finger-plates.
My elegant doors have been very much admired by all my friends.- Mrs. M. K. (Spondon, Derbyshire).
Penny fancy
I keep a small sweet shop just near the local school so, of course, the children are always dropping in with their coppers to spend.
I have now equipped myself with a Penny Box in which I put a few items which cost about a penny. When small customers appear, I just hand over the box and leave them to make their own selection.
You would be surprised how long it takes to decide this vital matter, but at least I save time, and patience.- MrS. F. I. (York).
WE'RE delighted to know that there's still somewhere where penny purchases are going strong; we were afraid that everything was affected by the rising cost of living,
And what delightful memories your letter brings back, Mrs. F, I., of liquorice sticks and gobstoppers, and the gelatine lozenges an elderly relative used to keep in the dressing-table drawer along with' her scented handkerchiefs.
If ever we visit York we'll be calling in to see that Penny Box of yours.
Walking, talking shop
A door-to-door salesman called with shoe laces, cottons, etc.
My four-year-old daughter answered his knock, and called out excitedly: "Mummy, come and look, there's a shop at the door!" - Mrs. T. R. (Long Ashton, Som).
Suspended beauty
I have just been guilty of the most dreadful extravagance.
Although married several years, we have had a struggle to get our home together, and the only "furniture" our sitting-room contains is a carpet.
I had been saving hard to buy a conventional three-piece upholstered suite, but, passing an antique shop that was having a closing-down sale, was tempted to buy a lovely little crystal chandelier.
My visitors must wait a little longer for chairs to sit on, but they can, if they will, sit on the carpeted floor and gaze at the beauty above them. - Mrs. N. J. (Paignton, Devon).
WE'D love to see it, Mrs. N. J. Just a few plump cushions on the floor, comfy slippers on our feet, and tea (in a bowl, of course) and we'd be happy. You are, we presume, skilled in the art of massaging cricked necks?
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