In my last post I shared the advice from my 1946 Woman's Day about a "new" twist on giving frangrance as a gift: DON'T follow her type--cross it!
In this post you will find:
The Sporty Type
"If she swings a mean racket it's not indication she's one of the boys. And more than likely she'd swap her soft-ball batting average any day for a date-rating. Feminine and dependent--that's her dish, so why not Marie Earle's Weekender Kit (the creams won't hurt "outdoor" skin either)...or if you really want to impress her, a Dermetics Traveler, an overnight bag, kit inside. This is in the high-price bracket, but if she doesn't mean that much to you there's the small Dermetics dressing case."
Above all don't give the Intellectual a gift with an I.Q. make it pulse-raising. She has her moments when being known as "the brain" doesn't pay off. See how she'll react to Innuendo by Roger and Gallet...Then, too, My Alibi (Renoir) is real whistle-bait, and Sinner by Adrian might be worth thinking about.
The Out-and-Out Siren
Never give the out-and-out siren something luring. It scares the men away. To be really devastating she needs the innocent, wide-eyed variety--Friendship's Garden by Shulton, the talc-like freshness of Helena Rubinstein's Heaven Sent. Saint by Adrian may be going a bit too far, but you might consider it.
(Part 3: What to give the men)