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Dorothy Schramm newspaper clippings, 1949-1955 (folder 1 of 2)

Women's Home Companion Article: "How Minneapolis Beat The Bigots" Page 4

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Was it cheating to put only her best foot forward with this rich, this gay young man....
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BY LAWRENCE TREAT
ILLUSTRATOR: ROBERT HARRIS
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WHEN Eloise was five she used to stop strangers on the street and asked them for candy in return for a kiss. But unerringly she always picked the right people.
The instinct stayed with her through life. It led her up from the poverty-stricken little house of her childhood, up through the sweatships and factories and designing rooms. All the way to marrying Flip and to the new black hat.
Flip was Richard Ryder Phillips II, public relations for a movie company, and the black hat lined with electric blue framed her face in dashing heart-shaped lines. She tilted it one eighth of an inch more and then she crossed the living-room and looked at herself in the glass of the long tinted mirror.
She was a striking brunette, with slender dreamy lips and jet-black eyes. They were vivid now in contrast to the piercing blue and she thought to herself, Eloise, you've come a long way.
Too far, perhaps, and sometimes she wondered what Flip would think of her parents. Dad, with a mailbag over his shoulder, trudging patiently through the streets of a small Pennsylvania town. And Mother, tired and grown bitter from struggle.
Eloise sent them money, of course, but that wasn't what
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[[Italics text]] Was it cheating to put only her best foot forward with this rich, this gay young man.... [[End italics]] BY LAWRENCE TREAT ILLUSTRATOR: ROBERT HARRIS [[Article text]] WHEN Eloise was five she used to stop strangers on the street and asked them for candy in return for a kiss. But unerringly she always picked the right people. The instinct stayed with her through life. It led her up from the poverty-stricken little house of her childhood, up through the sweatships and factories and designing rooms. All the way to marrying Flip and to the new black hat. Flip was Richard Ryder Phillips II, public relations for a movie company, and the black hat lined with electric blue framed her face in dashing heart-shaped lines. She tilted it one eighth of an inch more and then she crossed the living-room and looked at herself in the glass of the long tinted mirror. She was a striking brunette, with slender dreamy lips and jet-black eyes. They were vivid now in contrast to the piercing blue and she thought to herself, Eloise, you've come a long way. Too far, perhaps, and sometimes she wondered what Flip would think of her parents. Dad, with a mailbag over his shoulder, trudging patiently through the streets of a small Pennsylvania town. And Mother, tired and grown bitter from struggle. Eloise sent them money, of course, but that wasn't what [[Bottom of page]] 34 October 1951