The Brussels Post, 1956-05-30, Page 6t. Ten Years in Love
With. Dick Powell ..„F IRST
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RONIEttlES
4, 1NGEREARM
the ball' who: is to, blame? Theo..
are surely classes etteeigh to suit
everyone—for knitting, sewing,:
embroidery, baking, rugs, guilts.
and all kinds of arts and eivts
It has beer), ,S.a.m that we all
have some special talent, that
everyone is good at doing some,
thing, So. the person who can
hake. an extra
person
.cake,, or
ha4 the artistic ability to de fine
eneciMene of shell work, or is
skilled in any other way, dell,
nitely has something to eontri,
••bute to her local fail fair—and.
possibly to the .C,N,F,. Perhaps
you will win a prize—perhaps.
you • won't--but in any case you
will have done your pert 'and
contributed something towards
the success of the fair. It takee
time, and a, very special. effort,
to. fix up a piece of work for
the fair. But. if we all followed,
the line of least resistance and.
didn't bother tee exhibit any,
thing at all, what would happen
to our Fairs? If we den't
do our part what tight have we.
to say "There wasn't much to
look at in the Hall this year."
You will find a variety of
classes..for your own local Fall
Fair and 'there will, be over two.
hundred classes waiting for your
work at the Women's Division of
the C.N.E. The Teat is up to
you and me. Entry forms for the
C.N.E. are available now. En- •
tries for handicraft close July
O. For further information write
to, Director of 'Worhen's Activi-
ties, Women's. Building,
Exhibition Park, Toronto 2B.
"Pear Anne Hirst, Ghee Yon
printed the story of an aged
pother neglected by all her
children, and you implied they
Would Stiffer aecordingl ys
through the law of retribution.
What 40 you think will happen
to, this woman I write you about?
She never visited her ill mother
for years, and never cared how
the old lady was getting along.
Yet she still enjoys the best
there is in life, Her husband's
income has more than doubled
during .the last few years, her
two children still love her dear-
ly. I'm not saying they shouldn't,
but why does she have, every-
thing when she cheated her own
mother of any filial affection?
"That mother was my mother's
best friend, Left a widow, she
went to work to send this girl
through college, and deprived
herself of genteel living that her
daughter might have the best
and meet the nicest people. Lit-
erally, she died a year ago of a
broken heart, because her only
girl was too busy (and consider-
ed herself too superior) to bother
with an old and failing parent.
Will this daughter, too, get her
come-uppance? You must know
many such situations. Maybe I'm
not a good Christian, but it
would cheer me up if I thought
she would be punished in her
lifetime,
•
MATILDA"
For Boys and Girls
FASHIONS FROM PARIS — In the newest hat styles from Paris,
France, we see milady, right, wearing •the latest in lighteItm--
repellent "finery" fashioned• from a folded newspaper. The
Garde Republicaine, at left, is less comfortable in his heavy
brass helmet and "pony tail."
FOR HE WHO KICKS
Audley C. 'Hawkins, of Lin-
coln, Illinois, was so disgusted
when he' reeled in a pair of old ,
trousers that he gave the pants
a scornful kick. He got a stab in
the foot. A ten-inch catfish was
inside the pants!
ful this period is, but call on your
pride and go your way. M.
CORRECT
"Dear Anne Hirst: I am 15 and
I'm 'going to the Prep senior
prom. The boys are wearing
tuxedos. I have a gown I wore
to a wedding last year which• I
can have cut down to ballerina
length.
YVETTE"
The gown you have, with the
alternations you suggest, is en-
tirely correct. * *
Are your parents still living?
Anne Hirst urges you to cherish
them while you can. Their time
is short, and this can be the hap-
piest period of their lives IF
their children make it so. Write
your problems to Anne Hirst, at
Box 1, 123 Eighteenth' St., New
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RtTRIBUTION
-1‘ Mail), letters have mile to me
* that suggest a son or daughter
* who forgets his or her mother
* pays for it in the• end, In my
personal. experience, I have
* known two instances compar-
* able to the one you. quote. One
s
* c
eo zat s est aarnr ide dh and
he ne ver
m ov esdo t met itchhe
* as. opened the letters his moth-
* er wrote him every week. If
* it had not been for his wife,
• the mother would never have
* heard anything of him as long
* as she lived. For some years
"' he prospered, but recently he
• was stricken With an incurable
retribution?
• aiseaseaa e h e rages at his fate,
Perhaps,
* The daughters of another
* wonderful mother not only no-
* glected her parents, but was
* actually cruel to th,em. She lost
* her only child a year ago, and
* she wonders why,
• In thp case, you cite, this
* daughter may indeed be enjoy-
* ing all the good things of life
" —but who can predict how her
* children wiaereat her when she
* grows old and troublesome?
They may turn their backs —
or they may not. Often one
* does not live long enough to
* know what punishments awaits
* such a'heartless person.
• In contrast to these examples
* the parents of five married chil-
* dren I know came east recently
to visit them; the mother is
* frail, and felt it might be the
last time she could see them,
* for they were scattered across
• the land. Every child visited
* her, bringing their children and
grandchildren, and I know that
one couple borrowed money for
* the trip. She was the beloved
* centre of attention; they pour-
* ed out their love and gratitude
* as only good children can.
* Their visit was a continuous
* triumph for her, and they left
* her with a heart full of thanks-
* giving and peace.
• Next time such righteous in-
* dignation gets you down, think
* of the cherished parents you
* know whose old age is made
* beautiful by the reverence of
* their families — and multiply
* their number by the thousands
* like them. It' is a more cheer-
* ing thought tp live with.
* *
BRIEF ANSWERS
To "Discouraged": Show all the
letters the soldier wrote you to
your mother, and promise her
that from now on she will see
each one as it arrives. I think she
will relent. * * *
To "undecided": I cannot agree
with your attitude. You took ex-
ception to a natural incident that
involved your 2husband, instead of
understanding it for the innocent
one it was. I suggest you get
this straightened out with him
before he loses all patience with
you. *. *
To "Worried. Now": It is pos-
sible to overdo apologies. This
boy is annoyed that you keep
bringing up the matter, though
I understand why you insist
Later, he will realize he has been
unreasonable. Until he does,
keep silent. *
To "Perplexed": Instead of be-
ing heartbroken that your sol-
dier's letters come seldom now,
remind yourself that many situ-
.- ations which do not involve you
can prevent his frequent writing.
Being understanding now is your
'role, so play it well.
*
To "Sad Bob"e" If you persist
in your attentions to this girl,
she will lose all respect for you.
She has been frank to say that
she prefers the other man, and
that is that. I know how, pain-
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version of the ad man's famous,
attire, the gray flannel suit.
Joyce has been named "The Girt
in the Gray Flannel Suit" by the
National Industrial Advertisers'
Association.
HIS APPROACH
Tide magazine gets into the
act by this story of Jim Hack,
veteran agent of the New York
Life Insurance Company, and
how he sold his first big policy
years ago in Peoria, Illinois.
`Hack approached the prospect
and asked in a faint, uncertain
tone: "You don't want to buy
any life insurance, do you?"
The prospect, a big, bluff bas-
so with an enviable reputation as
a Sales Manager, roared that he
certainly • did not. Hack then
mumbled: "I thought you didn't,"
and shuffled around looking at
his feet making for the door but
not quite getting there.
The Sales Manager called him
back. "Look here," he said, "my
job is to hire and train salesmen
and you're just about the Worst
specimen I've ever seen. You'll
never sell peeple anything by
asking if they' don't want it."
And so on and se on. At the
end of the lecture the Sales Man-
ager had another idea and said:
"Apparently you're fest stetting
but and need a break if burette
Ever did, so I'll sign for a $10,000
Polley right now. Where's the
blank?"
Hack prod,uced it and soon the
deal Was closed. But the Salee
Manager wasn't through. "One
last Weird of advice, young man,"
he •said. "Learn a few etanderd,
organized sales talks."
"Ole I've' already done that,"
Said Hack. "I've got a staridatel
ready-rnede talk for every type
of prospect. What you just heard
is my organized approach-. td
Sales Mahagers."
'Win worried," said Partner as.
Ile came into dinner one day
last week.
"Oh, and what's the matter
now?" (I was prepared for any-
thing—a sick cow, a dead calf,
contrary hens, bridge washed
away or a flooded stable.) So
I was quite surprised at the
answer I got, "I'm worried," re-
peated Partner, "because I hav-
en't heard the frogs yet, and. I
can't remember a spring with-
out them,"
"You're right. Come to think
of it I haven't heard them either
—not here anyway." So now we
are wondering . . is the ab-
sence of frogs peculiar to this
district, or is it the same else-
where? If so what is the reason?
Yes, I know it has been cold
but we have had other cold
springs and on sunny days we
would hear the frogs. Could it
be the songsters of the swamp
have succumbed to some kind
of disease? I hope not. Wouldn't
It be strange on warm, summer
evenings not to hear the frogs?
Perhaps they just got tired of
waiting for the spring and de-
cided to try a period of hiber-
nation. Come to think of it that
isn't such a bad idea, Wouldn't
it be nice to sleep through the
'bad weather and wake up some
morning, to find, spring definitely
here? But since that isn't pos-
sible we just have to do the
best we have with what we've
got. Like the sparrows. Did you
know the sparrows recently held
a council and decided they
couldn't wait until the shrubs
were in leaf—they were going
to raise a family anyway. So
now they are building nests
among the bare branches—and
that is something I haven't seen
before. Flowering bulbs have
also decided to defy the weather
and are bravely forcing their
growth through the soil. That I
was glad to see because last
spring I planted a number of
bulbs among the trees bordering
a nearby field. And then Part-
ner let the calves out to pasture
and I was quite sure they would
gobble up the green shoots and
root out my bulbs. But they
evidently didn't as there are
shoots coming up in exactly the,
right places. So maybe this year
the calves will have daffodils
and narcissi to feed on. I was
really anxious about those bulbs
as they were more or less of an
experiment. Fall bulbs planted
in the spring I am sure I spoke
Of it in. this column last year
• . . about finding a ,basket of
forgotten bulbs in the woodshed,
matted and grown together just
as if they were in the ground.
And I separated and planted
them. And now here they are,
having survived pasturing calves
and the cold spring.
Speaking again of the unsea-
sonable weather it just occurred
to me if we can't get on. with
the spring work we might as
well prepare for the fall. And I'
mean that quite seriously. Yes,
indeed, because do you know
the advance fall fair prize lists
are already out including that
of the Canadian National Exhi-
bition, Now is the time to look
over them and decide on the
various classes in which we can
compete. During the months to
come there will be many hours '
that could be put to good advan-
tage—by those who have time
to spare, and for convalescents.
Hours when it will be too hot,
or too strenuous an undertaking,
to do gardening or baking, but
just 'right for working on em-
broidered pillow cases or knit-
ting a baby set. After all the
success of any fall fair depends
on the exhibitors. Haven't you
sometimes attended a country
fair and passed the remark—
"Well, there wasn't much to
look at in the Hall this year!"
So . . whose fault was it? If
there is a dearth of exhibits• in ,
I'd like to let yOu in on some.
Of my secrets, I'd, like to tell
you about my 10 years of tette
With peek Powell. I'd like to
explain why Richard (I hate the
name, Dick) and I are one of
Hollywood's most happily-Mare
tied movie couples.
Yes, I can truthfully say we're
happy. That is, despite the malt-
Pious gossip—falsely informing
the world our marriage, is near
collapse—which has often ap-
peared in newspaper columns
and fan magazines.
At 51, Richard and 1, 32, will
this year gross nearly $1,000,000
from our movie-making. One of
our projects is It Happened
One Night, a remake of the
famous Clark Gable-Claudette
Colbert film, in which I star for
Columbia with Jack Lemmon.
Richard produced and directed
it.
I owe my husband a lot. One
of the reasons can now con-
vincingly play adult roles, like
my part in, The Shrike, is that
Richard has helped me mature
as a personality, both on and off
screen..
Still, it would take me only
30 seconds to quit acting, if my
career threatened to come ahead
of my husband or children —
Pamela, seven; and Ricky, four.
Now I'm freelancing, I can
limit my movies to about one
a year, and make sure even
those don't interfere with any-
thing Richard and I have plan-
ned to do together, I used to
earn "$150;000 a picture; now I
earn a percentage of my pic-
tures' profits.
Being independent profes-
sionally, I can choose my parts
—and fall flat on my face—if
I wish. I actually do a lot of
leaning on Richard's experi-
ence, and count on him for con-
tinuous advice about my career.
It pays.
Sometimes, a near-tragedy
does more to knit two people
together than any amount of
happiness. I know, because I
almost lost Richard on the op-
erating table. I happened just
before I started work in The
Glenn Miller Story, with the
script calling for me 'to lose my
movie husband, Jimmy Stewart.
At first, Richard thought he
had indigestion. Then the doc-
tor figured it was just a virus.
Three days later, he was rushed
to the hospital for an emergency
Operation. His appendix had
burst. Because he's allergic to
penicillin, it couldn't be used
to prevent the spread of infec-
tion. A second operation was
necessary, and he was given
blood transfusions and fed in-
travenously.
I felt he was going to die. I
knew I had to do something, I
don't remember what I said, but
I talked to him for what seem-
ed hours, telling him, "You
have to live." After a while, he
slowly opened his eyes. His
words told me the crisis was
past.
"Junie," he mumbled, "isn't
.this a helluva way to give up
smoking?"
I guess my American Girl
Look keeps coming through, no
matter what. It's been called a
well - scrubbed look, and it
should be. I take at least two
baths a day, mainly bedatise I
have memories ' of having to
bathe in a washtub. I used to•
hope my low-down voice (Van
Johnson calls it "The
Dollar Laryngitis") would make
people think. I was at least as
old as was actually the case. It
never has.
I was born Ella Geisman in
the Bronx. When. I Went into
show business, I changed my
name to June Allyson. My par-
ents were divorced when I was
young. Mother used to work,
leaving me with my grandpar-
ents, or alone et home. My
childhood was lonely; I used to
escape reality by going to mov-
ies often. Ginger Rogers and
Fred Astaire were my dancing
teachers. I copied their routines
by sitting through their pic-
tures, memorizing every move-
ment. I entered amateur con-
tests, and finally got a break on
Broadway. ,
I think I chose an entertain-
ment career, because I felt an
urge to be "somebody", I took
up dancing after I recovered'
from a serious accident-6 tree
fell on me—at the age of eight.,
My motion picture activities"
are now in high gear; Richard's
are running in over-drive. The
only bad thing about success in
show business is: the More stic-
cesse singled
ott are, the More y ou
ate
y
out as a 'target, target, I
never read gOssip, stories and
nasty column items — except
When someone points out some-
thing about me be Richard.
They Used to bother' the, but
we've Werked but a Way 'of
handling them, too.
We don't believe in, ignoring
them; nor do eve ever thitik Of
dignifying them With a lawsuit.
Ineteed, we've "made copies of
some, which we're going to send
to the editors of the pliblicatione
conee toted.
We won't bother'even to
*Hid addbinnellyihe letters. Vat
tee, we Atilt Mail then n On Our
teeeritiefii atiniVersety, ty
''tine' Allyson in "Liberty",
So many years ago that I have
quite lost count, I had an open
bookshop across the •street froM
Wan amaker's. A woman I knew
slightly came in one day, . and
asked if I had ever heard of
Rudyard
"Who is Rudyard Kipling?" I
asked, or words to that affect.
She gave me a copy of John
Lovell's edition of Barrack Room
Ballads, I read it.
Of course you know how
youngsters (I was in my 20's)
are carried away by enthusiasm
for a book. I was carried away
by that one, and the odd thing
is I have never changed my
mind. I thought then, and I
think now, that Rudyard Kipling
was the greatest writer of my
generation. . . .
I have always had the run of
Frank Doubleday's publishing
offices; I worked for him once,
and my brother was his partner.
Doubleday was noted for his
enormous wastebasket, which
stood up higher than his desk.
One day I was in his office, and
noticed some galley proofs just
within my reach in his -waste-
basket,
"What are those, Effendi?" I
asked.
"Oh, those are the galleys of
Kim, We've gone into pages, and
we don't need the galleys."
I fished the proofs out. There
seemed to be two or three hun-
dred corrections in Kipling's
hand.
"Look here, Effendi," I said,
"fifty-fifty on what I get for
these,"
The great Kipling collector of
that time was a rrian named Wil-
liamson. He got a bargain when
he paid me $750 for the galleys.
As Kipling became better
known, copyright protection On
his works grew iniportent, Until
recently it was necessary in such
cases, under American copyright
lain, to make separate printings.
. . .
remember ,as if it were
yesterday the time when bptible-
day, my bkother Same and Kin=
ling stood by the press while the
special copytightptiriting of The
White Mati'S Btircleti cattle off.
The editiOn was tell copies, and
then the type was deettoyed. eee
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Treasurer Hunter," by Charles
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