Santa Claus Caught Short
On Dolls, Is Latest Report
By DOROTHY ROE
AP Features Writer
-‘Dear Santa Claus:
“Please bring me a doll. Just
any kind of doll will do. She
needn’t have real hair or eyes
that go to sleep. She doesn’t have
to say ‘Mama.’ If she’s just a
cuddly rag doll I’ll love her just
the same. That’s all I want, dear
Santa. Please don’t let me down.
“Yours truly,
MARY JONES.1’
Well, Mary, you’ve got to be
a big, brave girl, and get set for
a shock—Old Santa may not be
able to bring that doll this year.
He’s doing his best but what with
shortages and priorities and froz
en stocks, the jolly saint is not
so jolly these days.
There never has been a time
before—at least not since you can
remember, Mary—when Santa
Claus couldn’t dig down in his
pack and come up with a Christ
mas doll for a very good little
girl.
This year things are different.
There’s a war going on. you
know, and Santa’s helpers, known
as the Toy Manufacturers of the
U. S. A., are practically at their
wits’ end trying to piece together
enough toys to go around.
When Uncle Sam said no more
rubber dolls, that was all right.
When they had to stop using
metal for movable eyes in sleep- I
ing dolls, nobody got too upset. ;
There were still rag dolls and
composition dolls and plastic
dolls, weren’t there
But now' it seems even these
substitute dolls arc going to be
hard to get. because there’s a
shortage of all kinds of yarn for
hair, a shortage of the glue that 1
is needed for composition dolls, i
a shortage of fabric for rag dolls.
There are still some r'Vls
around, of course on the shelves
of retail stores—even a few pre
war models w'ith real hair and
movable eyes, but these are few
and far between.
Santa’s helpers, the toy manu
facturers. say that if they could
just be allowed to use the frozen
socks of partially fabricated ma
terials now' on hand in their fac
tories—materials that couldn-t be
used for any other purpose—they
might be able to produce that
Christmas doll for you, even
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But the order wmuld have to
come fast, and the toy manufne
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Let’s Face It!
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Mother-Daugt her Act: Beauty lessons.
Unless the principles and man-1
ipulations of a facial massage are
absolutely understood and care
fully followed more harm than
good can be done to your face.
If a liensed beauty operator
isn’t available or can’t be af
forded, there are a few tips on
facial stimulation that are safe:
After creaming your face, let
the tips of the fingers slide from
the center of the forehead, down
the bridge of the nose, around
the eyes and back. Then slide
them down the sides of the nose,
circling out to the cheeks and
back to the forehead. Finally
slide the fingers down, the sides
of the nose, around the corners
of the mouth to the chin, circling
out over the jawbone and back
to a point below the ear lobes.
Done gently, this procedure
will aid in stimulating circula
tion and will not tear down tis
sues.
Pat a skin freshener on your
face. Blot with tissue.
When your face is unusually
taut or parched a complexion
milk will prove a soothing fluid.
It is also a good makeup base
and will help rouge and powder
blend in a natural, glowing look.
This cosmetic is as safe for
daughter’s skin as for mother’s
Santa's doing his best, but it i
may not be good enough . . .
turers know that Uncle Sam has
a lot of other things on his mind
right now.
Maybe Santa Claus will just
have to fix up your old doll this
Christmas. With a new dress and
a new hairdo, she'd look nice
under the Christmas tree. And
if Old Santa can’t bring that new
doll you ordered, you'll under
stand, won’t you, Mary, that this
is w'ar.
LITERARY
GIIDEPOST
By JOHN SELBY
“HERE IS YOUR WAR,” by Er
nie Pyle (Holt, S3)
Ernie Pyle, the man who used
to write a glorified See America
first column, has been to Africa.
Almost everybody knows that,
because his column suddenly took
on national interest, and attract
ed attention in quarters that for
merly had ignored it. And now
these African columns have been
collected into a book whose pub
lication was preceded by an odd
publicity campaign. For weeks
reviewers kept receiving new ti
tles—I think there were four of
these in all. The book is pub.
lished as ‘‘Here Is Your War,”
although even this could be
changed in mid-flight.
It is a good book. It contains
the well known human side of
the news—nothing about grand
strategy, and everything about
the boys who carry it out. It
embraces the material by means
of which the structure of history
can be chinked up: the little Arab
boy who crawled, horribly cr.o
! pled, on lus stomach until our
fellows made a wheeled platform
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for him; snakes in the fox-holes;
the bomber which literally dis
appeared in mid-air; the ser.
geant who bailed out with an
orange in his right hand, and ,
cursed because he had to drop it :
while pulEng the ripcord; the
Phi Gam who ate one night in a
strange fliers' mesa and found
five fraternity brothers, the ex
jockey who told Pyle that doctor -
ing men and horses was adwt
the same thin?, except that you
gave a horse twelve times as
much. Things like that,, on am#
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This sort of thing can ether be
fascinating, or it can be a blister
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not offend the author to explain
that thu is because of his nai
vete. Hu is not the sort of ir.no„
cence that makes a man seetp a
fool, but a continuing wonder in
the face of humanity and its ser
iousness
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