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AUGUST 15, 1926 THE PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER MAGAZINE SECTION PAGE THREE Getting What One Wants All a uu; 1 1 If in! Willi 1LMS vlKs- JCM? ynr rrn I I 0 '4J 1 i ss I WW iliwmm UlJqW I Matter of the Right Colors, -xii 1 fy vvv i Names, Thoughts and Numbers According to xTf v-' i Miss Rexford 3 a. XX fctfiW. Who Proved to a miih Own Romantic Achievements i i v- I i XX 11 4-- XXis''X'Xf v' ff- Vx v--c' X- rf Miss Rexford demon-strating her theory about the deep significance of numbers and names and showing why Orcella Rexford is just the right name for her ny name you choose! "On the spot I rechris-tened him Gain Gregory, bs that, I found, is the name which, for him, means health, wealth, happiness and love. Then he asked me to choose his colors for him, and I selected him suits with grass green stripes and snuff colored waistcoats with a dash of orangQ piping all bright and striking and successful were the colors I chose for him. And he did not balk.

Thinks It by Her Mist Orcella Rexford. who claims to have found the man she loves by means of her menial broadcasting but who refused to marry him until he changed his name to one that suits her theories sciences of numerology and color and such, she never found her ideal man, though she was radioing for him frantically. If one man would consent to change his name, in accordance with the demands of numerology, he mulishly refused to wear an orange suit with brown polka dots. So, of course, the match was all off. And Miss Rexford was really getting in quite a bad way, for she as she explains, had made up her mind to be married only to the ideal man.

But let. her tell a littlo of her experiences, at this juncture, tell them in her own words. "I started in, feverishly, to radio. Of course, I made out my blue print first. Everybody must when they radio for a mate or money or health or what not, if i 'v Ax xf I 1 i--.

i X' Smiling happily over ulhat Miss RexforJ firmly believes she accomplished solely through what she calls her "mental radio" EALTH, wealth and love are undoubtedly three blessings almost universally desired. And since health, wealth and love have always been so poignantly coveted, men and women are ever seeking new secrets by which they may attain these precious prizes. And always also there has ever been a grist of solemn Jonahs and and long faced Aunt Fannies in every generation to stand about and lugubriously explain that there "ain't no royal road" to health or wealth or best young man or woman. Then the doctors they say health is hereditary, all depending on how your grandpa behaved himself, the naughty boy, As for wealth, each new million dollar realtor or stock broker or beauty surgeon or what not will solemnly describe the nervous indigestion or hay fever he got while getting his first million. He'll add that a man pays, by George, in his sweat and blood for every dollar he makes above, say, twenty a week.

And then love. Yes, indeed love. Well-Quite a few years ago a Roman gentleman, by name of Horace, remarked, that if Julia had a feeling for Brutus, Brutus was sure to reciprocate by having a very strong feeling for Chloe. And Chloe, to keep the painful ball rolling, would be sure to be head over heels in love with her boy friend, Agrippa, who didn't care a string for her at all. Yes, this love goal was harder than a man's first million, harder to attain than the firm anchorage of say a wildly floating kidney.

Everything was so all messed up in life, and men and women were all such stubborn folks. So for a long time the philosophers and the flappers have agreed. Nobody could be sure of getting anything, especially love. And then a lady who come from California ran her finger through her curly bobbed head. She smoothed out her sky blue pink gown she is a color psychologist, among other things.

And she spoke like a young person who knows it all. "Stuff and nonsense," says she. "It's easy to Be healthy. It's easy to have all the money you can spend. It's dead easy to gather in the kind of husband a girl dreams of.

I know for I've taken unto myself all three. How did I do it? Why, simple my dears. I just went out and called them in on my Mental Radio." Well, well, well, all rather perplexing! Especially when this young person, whose name by the way, is Orcella Rexford, concludes: "There's not a ribbon clerk alive but could be a millionaire if he chose. 'There's not a longing old maid heart but somewhere there's a longing old bachelor heart to match. "There's not a case of asthma or housemaid's knee or nervous digestion or hay fever but, somewhere, there's lso the cure on the mental radio.

I fuess I know. For I operate my mental radio every day in the week with marvelous results." So Miss Rexford very solemnly ex-Plains. And so, of course, we all must Most solemnly listen. Now, as a wise an said a Ions' time mm. the pronf of the pudding is in the eating.

Miss Rexford feels that the proof of the high power and no static of her radio lies in the results it has brought home, which Peak for themselves, out of her mouth. "I started life a cripple," she begins. "I was just out of college when I fell in love. I was a hero worshipper and he was my hero, until he did something which smashed my ideal of him. I told him I wouldn't marry him if he was the last man on earth.

He told me likewise he would never marry a woman who had such a temper as I had. "We separated. I went home to nurse a broken heart. And rapidly developed a tubercular bone, and the doctors came and put me in a plaster cast and I lay down to call in on my mental radio all the inferiority complexes and gloomy thoughts and weary musings any young woman invalid with an imagination can call in" Miss Rexford tells about some of her thoughts, just then. One, particularly, kept running through her head.

"You'll never be married! You'll never be married! You'll just be a cripple for life! You're done! You've thrown your chance away!" Then, she says, though she didn't at the time realize, she first discovered her mental radio. Nobody, then, had heard of any kind of a radio, but it existed just the same and she discovered it. "One night, when I was visiting relatives in Eastport, Maine, I lay on my bed, saying to myself, 'There's plenty of health and plenty of wealth and plenty of love in the world. All I've got to do is to send out and call them At last, in a flash of second sight and youthful rebellion, I got up out of that bed and cut my plaster cast quite away. The next morning I walked down to breakfast, while all my relatives started to scream.

And from that day I was never a cripple again. I'd radioed for health, and got it, though how I didn't yet realize. "But consider my plight. I had no money, as my small inheritance had been swept away, going from doctor to doctor, hunting for health. But I started to study colors and numerology.

That's the science of names and numbers and their interrelated vibrations. Finally I'd mastered the secrets some of them of color psychology, and I wanted to start out and tell the world. I had no money at all. I just sat down and imagined money would come to me. And it did in the form of a $'0 legacy left me by an old relative I didn't even know existed.

"I took $15, bought a hat and a ticket for Portland, Maine, and gave my first lecture and made $75. From that day to this, I've never been troubled about money. My own has come to me. Why not? There's plenty of money in the world and if we think prosperity thoughts instead of mean, poverty thoughts, we get what we think. As a man thinketh yes, that's the explanation." Health and a decent amount of wealth.

Miss Rexford attained quite early, but men lingered. She wondered why. Finally she decided. They lingered, the brutes, because Miss Rexford had a high ideal for her prospective mate. And she didn't just flatter and feed and pamper the rascals when they came courting.

So, with seriouB, scientific intent, Miss Rexford examined all desirous swains who came courting, as she explains herself. One other thing she also explains, with a bit of scientific puzzlement. That was that of the Boston gallants Miss Rexford was preaching color and numerology of the Bostonians then aeemed to appreciate her little pre-matrimcnial quiz at all. However, despite Miss Rexford's stern (r xxy- xx dry ifr "Then I read to him from one of my books hard words, sarcastic words, to test hi in. You see, I was weary of these low living men who had heretofore proposed, and I wanted to see how he would pick the falso from the true." This is what Miss Rexford read "Eat as much as possible.

Al-dnnk plenty of ice water. Don't of what you eat, nobody knows ways think anything about diet anyway. Scorn all information about calories, vitaminca and such nonsense. Eat plenty of candy and drink quantities of soda water, gin-gorale, liquor and such, as these will give you diabetes and cirrhosis of tho liver, besides helping you to get rid of your teeth. Read gloom literature and don't forget that anybody who is cheerful is probably a hypocrite Miss Rexford had read thus far, when the newly christened Gain Gregory held up his hand.

"Stop, stop!" ho said. "You can't jest with me that way. You're just testing me! Useless. For long I have been the Hygienic Man, ever since I first read your works. My dear lady, I do not smoke, I do not drink strong liquor, I do not chew or use profane language.

And I adore you. I'm going to marry you just as soon as we can arrange the details. I Know you had come the moment I saw you. For I have been radioing for you these last two years." So he spoke. Miss Rexford had met her ideal.

The smokeless, drinkless, lan-guageless at least strong languageless man. And her advice to every one is to wear the right colors and be guided by the numerals. (Copyright 102) write all the requirements down." This is what Miss Rexford wrote: "He must be kind. "He must be obedient. "If his name doesn't vibrate by numerology, he must change it.

"He mustn't smoke, drink, chew or use bad language. "He must eat, bathe, live, breathe according to my hygiene, worked out by me." "I would never agree that he not exist. mprelv Vent Mvin to mvlf. 'Somewhere he is waiting for me, my mate, my perfect And then, like a flash in the sky, I knew. He was only six weeks away.

So it was broadcast to me on my menVal radio. About then friends had invited me to take a trip with them to Alaska, and I listened in on my radio and heard him calling me. I would meet him up north! So I went to "work. I bought myself a complete trousseau, my wedding gown of white tulle, with all the colors of northern lights fluttering from the bodice in tulle draperies. I took along yards and yards and yards of pink and blue and yellow and violet China silks to decorate the church where we would be married, my ideal man and I.

At last we had reached Dawson City. He ramc to me to consult me ahont numeroloirv and his vibrations. He sat down opposite me, across the table in my improvised studio. And I told him "Your name is all wrong! You must change it." 'I always hated it," he said. Tick me Is A.

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