Category: Vintage Magazines

Good Grooming for Busy Women, by Mary Stuyvesant–The Woman Magazine, 1949

I stumbled across this post after I’d posted yesterday’s long read on Facials. Let’s call this a companion post.

Good Grooming for Busy Women
There’s a happy medium between full time glamour and total neglect 

Mary Stuyvesant
Good Grooming Consultant for Pond’s

Whenever beauty treatments are discussed, the average woman’s reaction is, “If I only had the time and money!” She wonders how anyone but a lady of leisure can fit twenty minutes of exercise, a facial and half an hour’s rest before dinner into the day’s routine, to say nothing of manicures, pedicures and setting the hair.

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The average woman’s twenty-four-hour schedule is about as elastic as last year’s girdle. The homemaker has breakfast to get, dishes to wash, beds to make and the other well-known household chores–all on top of an early start for the sake of a commuting male. For the career girl, breakfast and a hasty tidying-up job are combined with a mad scramble to check in at the office at nine sharp, looking her smart and efficient best.

Is either of these ladies apt to rise a half an hour ahead of time to bump and bend in the chilly dawn? Will they shut themselves up in the evening after a long hard day and go through a dreary series of “Left, right, down, up?”

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My Home Town, by Barbara Black — Coronet Magazine, September 1952

I’m glad I live in a small town. This is where I work and eat and sleep and pursue my trivial small-town hobbies.

This is my town, nestled in a great bend in the river, its narrow streets lined with trees, its uptown buildings gray with the snow, rain and fog of almost 150 years. A tall old brick mansion houses the public library, and the schools are gray with wear except for a new addition here and there.

The marquee of our one movie is big enough and bright enough to attract the attention of our townsfolk, and inexpensive enough to match our small-town purses at least once a week. We even have a place called “Mortgage Hill.” That is what the lesser folk call the street the “moneyed” people live on. And yes, we have our wrong side of the tracks, too.

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If one cared to look long enough, I suppose one could find a lot of things wrong with our town, but to me it’s the place that houses all those familiar faces that I see on the street, and all those familiar places I like to visit. To me, it’s carefree because in the back of my head lies the secret thought that I can walk a mile in any direction and find myself in a cornfield or along some shaded brook.

I sometimes think that this face is what brings a sense of happiness to small-town folk It’s all familiar to me, including the thought that I can get away from it if I want to. But I suppose the most important thing about our town is the fact that here is where my loved ones live. Here is the side street, the tiny house and the yard I call home.

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Do you love your neighbor?

I believe that we should love our fellow man, both next door and beyond. This is a really great read–I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Do You Love–Your Neighbor?
by Adele de Leeuw

Now when the air is full of talk of peace, and a better future world, and plans for a brotherhood of nations, it may seem like quibbling to go about asking, “Do you love your neighbor?” “What has that got to do with it?” more than one person might retort, indignantly. “I’m thinking of vast problems, of world concepts…”

But it has a great deal to do with it. The world is right next door.

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