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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1956-07-18, Page 2CHOLLY CHARLENE AND HER CHIMP — Opera and concert soprano Charlene Chapman finds it a ticklish situation as her pet monkey, Porfirio, 'clambers about her neck. The singer's small zoo of pets at her home includes a kinkajou, macaw, cheetah, boxer dog and an ocelot. 4- For these moccasins — cross my heart! — were lined.. with mink I • The mink- lined Indian moccasins were behind us. So were many miles of • the Quebec Cole Nord that .day, as we stood on a high, windy hill- top above the English - speaking. village of enaerington„ it Below, in a Lilliputian harbour, We could just see our last "home", the •Grenfell Ship, _Northern Mess senger, tugging at its anchor. The good doctor on board had been one of our good Samaritans on this hitch - hiking route along the coast. So had an X-ray clinic on the Maris Stella. So had an affable and a1- together charming Frenchman, crui- sing the coast that summer on a government land survey. Now. below i ns to the left, the little 3e-foot mall boat waited to take us on the final lap of our .journey to the Straits of Belle Isle. Our arrangements were made with "Uncle Norm" Jones, who promised to take us with him—along with the mail and a crate full of husky pups bound for Bale St. Paul. But the weather for two days had refused us the co-operation that the coastal people had given us so willingly. The south-east wind has' been whooping and hollering across the sulky Gulf of St. Lawrence. spitting with rain and ill temper. Looking down on those sea- wash- ed rocks ,below us, we knew this MIS no coast tcs'ensise in a storm! Caching our breath against the wind, we remembered the whim. sical description of the origin of this land,. related that morning by our North Shore hostess in }leering- ton. — By Adelaide Leitch in The Canadian Girl. "Geicid morning, doctor," said the young man. "I, just dropped in to tell you how much I bene- fitted from your treatments." "But you're not a patient of mine," the doctor said, "No. It was my uncle. I'm his heir," A.1,0 4r1 RONICLES 7,61146ERFARI4 1 ''Dear Anne Hirst: What goes On 'with parents, anyhow? I love mine dearly, they've al- ways given me everything, I want, until now, Inn 17,, and they have tossed out the only boy I Imre because of the hours We've, been keeping, •and lets of other complaints they've thought up, They have decided another man will make me a better bus- band, and they told my sweets heart I'm going to marry him. (I didn't have a chance to ex- plain). That, was four weeks ago, and now when my beau passes me on the street he doesn't even stop, I am disgust- ed! "The man they've chosen is a friend, of my brother's, but older; I've always liked him, but not as a prospective hus- band , s . I am afraid to dis- obey my parents for fear they will hate me and disown me if I refuse. Can you rescue me from this future they have set their hearts on? JENNIFER." Most of us are romantic * when we are 17, in love with * one boy or another and plan- * ning a thrilling future when * we marry. You are seeing * yourself, I expect, as a love- * ly young heroine imprisoned * by cruel parents, only to be * freed if you will marry a Easy- to Make! 520 61/ K440%. Miele EASY to build your own wooden lawn or patio chairs! 'You'll have the nun of doing— sev,es money, tool -WOOdcraftWattern 520: Simple diregions, ,tor making lawn, poeele, or patio chairs. Actual- sties paper pattern pieces are in- cluded, with easy,'.- to - fellows ntiiriber guide. eiSeecn TWE,t1TY-1,IyE CENTS, nere, &stet 'note for •safety, stainips cannot be acne/steel); for' this` 'pattern to Laura Wheeler; 123 Eighteenth St., New Tot- onto, (lit. =' Print= PAT; TERN NUMBER, your NAME tlescLeADDRESSe e One gift to You tevo Orion- clerttit s patteens :for youreelfi • y9ur hOrne Piiiete& Our bate Wheeler ''Ne'fsdiecraft , boOk for 1956! 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If I am n* mistaken in this, then he is * b• eing spiteful — and who * would marry a man that 4' could hurt you so? To my e mind, what has happened is 4' for the best, You cannot do more than * you have done, so face the * truth and plan your future * 'differently. I am sorry. * Our girls have greater social freedoms than any others in the 2 wortd. If ,you do not abuse yours, your Parents will trust 5rOtir judgmeitt. you are at odds with „them, tell Anne Hirst 'about it; she understands you, andttliens„andpes helped thou- eands of yeung.Sters toward a ItAnnenfolis life. Ad- dress her at Box .1,'123 Eight- eenth St., New Toronto, Ont. s QUEER EYES, s ; The eyes of e lvhald a& set far back a look in oosite directions. s They cannot", be moved to look straight ahead dr bellihds Mr. iHdapisigfish wants to see what's on tip,. hori- zon, he must slaricridnintri the water and slowly turn around, We Flitch,Hiked, To. Belle isle A Olt ,t golden dAy is August, we dug our toes despondently into tli' sand beach at Seven Islands, Quin bee, anti contemplated the lied/our, the long, ore boats welting their turn.at the ettdp.PeCtlinilN ore deelcS,„a„ few SOW fishill; heats ridhig et enenor,„ the little pleasure cruisers of the gome-lately townspeople in this boom town. We, were completely depressed, Our car we had left in 'Bate Coln. eau, the end of the biehwaY alone the north shore of thte St, Lawrence River, EOM 110 miles wests We had taken the regales* ferry to Seven ttellssallleiryee_elste40,41..1.10.erteh n7trsatialionfg nWeilsit; eyed: world we. could possthis get wondering how in the Woe- We felt a little like the famous mountaineer who, when asked why he wanted to climb a certain mount- ain, replied In utter surprise, "Well, it's there, leen it?" We felt the same way. We want- ed to travel the Cote Nord, that 550-mile fringe of Quebec's Labra- dor that borders the Gulf of St. Lawrence. It was there, wasn't It? True, a Mee freighter from Quebec made the trip at irregular integrals, anchoring for out in rocky harbours and cutting calls as short as pos. sible. That, definitely, was not for us! "Try the goelettes, if you want to see the coast," they had suggested in Quebec City, But, alas, the goel- ettes were under strict rognlatious that said "no passengers on small (emend freighters." Besides teat, Seven Islands was the turn-about place for most of them, We still yearned — hopelessly — for the Straits of Belle Isle, So we wiggled our toes and stared wistfully out past Big Bottle, the biggest of the seven islands and a one-time Indian look-out. We sigh- ed, deeply. We'dd never, never make it unless we hitch- hiked — "II t n- hike !" said John thoughfully. niiitch-hikod!" said I entbusins-- And so we did. We did — thanks to the hospit- able people of the coast who let cas ride with them, stay with them -- and were delighted that a couple of countrymen thought it worth while actually to came down this remote coast bacause they really, truly, wanted to see it. Our first boat was the Maris. Stella, our first benefactor the blue- eyed, enthusiastic doctor who was taking a T. Is. clime down the Coie Nord. "Certainly — conic along!" Or. Binet °generously, told us. "We're going as far as elingan and Havre et. Pierre this Roue—and from there you ran probably make arrange; meats better than in eevee We steamed out or seven Is- lands as semen stained the sky, A long Ore boat was just coming in- to the harbour to collect its ea re°. and Our last glimpse Of the ore port was of the little pilot boat, lit up like a Christmas tree, chug- ging aeroes that perfect harbour to escort it in, We Slept to a gentle rocking. eta the mermur of water along n ship e side. We woke next •tnorning to an ominously familiar sound, lie.,ovece Ohlihhhhhhhhhhhh !" muttered a fog horn outside the porthole. "Oh it .s always foggy off Mile gan." the captain assured us cheer- ily as we climbed on (leek into a, white cotton fog, but it will deer," He went off whistling. "Lovely day, isn't it?" inquired the X - ray technican, raid he too-, was wreathed in smiles — and was blissfully fishing over the side of the becalmed Maris Stella! But the captain was right, and the fog cleared after breakfast. we steamed out of a mist-and-sunshine mixture and up to the big dock of — incongtottsly big dock to front an Indian village! Bete had been a wartiMe baSe, and the dotes, as well, as an excell- ent alt strip back in the bush, were the nsofill peacetime left= levers. It wasn't the dock, however, but the MO interested its — and a glinifise of the Montammis Indians who 111141 been living along Rag coast since tic time of Cartier. we strolled along tile tents and -;_et4,' homes, the little elierels the tethered dogs and the half-finished fe comes., we didn't go Unobserved. Montag-lune lattice, in Atilde-terigth pieid skirts and traditional top- * heavy Montag/Ws hats, eyed us -- from a distance. When we mute 011Sly. moved around to take a picture, they just as cantiolislY moved too, so that a tent, it box ot pa. (-epee eompletele foiled us. ' Win -um-or we approached dine ca n oe maker, be either stopped work, asetined n Boddhanike at- titude of contemplation, or fled-nt. together. Only one small. Imp seemed tu ,obvprood. "It's you," ,royal tinnily decided,- *.They don't know what you are — man, warm h or what in slime slack's!" He cluiekhed, anti :another elontegnals took flight into a tent. "They've probably never Seen any. one in slacks Before:' "Iitimph!" I retorted. ten eilent. le, I wished, et least I' hadn't s PIK/Sell to wear Wind sleeks Chet day! The ships crese, Weed More help, fut. "Ineen weedeehig ermine" they Advised 1M "They% get eetel to, eon." We. wendered aroma, .1)- a ad s "Cl-il'i\ncsE H-BOMB" -- Taking a break from her filming, Chin- ese movie actress Helen Asia „relaxes in a western-style bath- ing suite in HOngkong. Helen has been named "The Chinese H-Bomb" by t h e Formosan troops. down, back said forth, with com- plete aimlessness, as if we saw a Montegnais village every day of our lives and were bored by such mon- otony. By lice time we returned to the Maris Stella, we reported con- siderable success. "Homo(' you make out?" "Test fine," we said pridefully, "They ignore us!" We liked file Montagnais of the Cole Nord. They are a shy, (Met, rather good- looking people, and Canada's most primitive Indians. In Seven Islands, *they have bowed to progress, moved into houses ,and even taken to riding the ore trains to their hunting groUnds. But in Mingan — and farther east at Rom- aine and St. Augustin — they are less touched by the white people. They pitch their Write and: make their canoes' and go; as their an- cestors did, to the ancestral hunt- ing grounds in the Labtador inter- ior. We watched an old Men putting thefloor boatels into his can With brown, gnarled fibgers, and Mar, yelled. Each piece of a Montagneie canoe is timid- made; and so neatly fitted that nails are used only for tacking the canvas to the gun- wales. And, although the Otinvas today is from "The Bay", the skill is a Yety, very ancient one. Just once along that coast did we meet a Montttgnaisman who seemed to have adopted the barter system of Indians who live farther west in Canada and keep un eye on the tourist trade. That lean Indian invited us into his tent, filled With the fresh- smelling spruce shavings. From en- der a packing case, he drew hies of ferings of the tourist - hunting Ins diaes, tenefe typical. A pair of well, made, Tightly-beaded Indien /floe. But thete the resemblance ended. feel the Christmas syilrit itli essai",ectundt” • At long last the --countryside is looking very green and very beautiful. And there is blossom everywhere—cherry and apple trees, flowering almond and ja- • Ponica, all in full bloom. This in spite of several anxious nights when frost threatened to black- en flowers, fruit blossoms and vegetables. From present indi- cations lilacs and lilies Of tne valley should goon be , out in bloom, shedding their fragrance into the air. About a month late, of course, but. better late than never, don't yoU think? And now that we can get around in the garden without rubber boots isn't it fun finding out what plants have survived the winter? I Was delighted to find pansies hi biotin) , and ever so many seedlings of the Siberien flower one of hies readers gave me lest year. Also now shoots, Of iris and a few perennials. All L My geraniums are' now Outside -s-bilt Mill in their pots—it has been fat _too Wet tit) set there out in the, gatclen. But, oh dear, I was really afreici I *as going, hot to Itsse thein day that all, I carried a t wae that very all plarite Out to the garden. And What happened? You refiletriber, don't you—the temperature Ode deritY dropped and we had frog for, two nights. took a eliatiee and did not coi7or,the Nekt Morning I Wile almost afraid to look .at them. Finally I plucked up courage—and they • were all right. After caring for the plants all winter wouldn't it have been awful to lose them in June? Another thing we did on that first hot day last week was take the furnace pipes clown and clean them, At least Partner did, also thought summer had come and Put my coat in storage, Two days later , , well, I clidra get my coat home but we were only too glad to have the sfornace going again. Partner says we shall soon have to make plans each year for getting in our "summer" coal supply, Was there ever such a chilly first week in June? However, it is nice weather for housecleaning. Among other things I managed to get all our windows cleaned last week—at least on the Inside, Until then we were looking at the world "through a glass dark- ly," The outside I couldn't clean as most of the windows still have the storms on. •Guess we hadn't better take them off yet. Just as well not to get to rash all at once. Maybe I was even a little premature in getting an oil change in the car the other day. Incidentally while that little job was being done the garage lent me a c'ar to come home with. When I got into it I wondered if it would fall apart before I got home. Then I no- ticed it carried a "safety check" sticker and that the motor seemed to be running well, so I felt reassured—which confirms an opinion expressed by some- one a few days ago that safety stickers may build up a false sense of security. Anyway at the red traffic light the car stalled and I couldn't start it. I fussed around with the ignition, turn- ing it on and off, but nothing happened. A truck driver came to my assistawee, pressed the button, and ,away she went. I had forgotten that some cars have push-button starters! Even my little Morris was automatic. I'll be more observant next time I drive a strange car—which isn't likely to be often because under ordinary circumstances, I refuse to drive any car other than my own. Well, e imagine the first few days of June, 1956, will be re- membered for other things be- sides the cool weather. There was at least one hot spot—the House of Commons at Ottawa. If, and when, the gas gets mo- ving one can imagine it might be almost hot enough to warp the . pipes. It is to be hoped there are not too many heart at- tacks before the' affair is settled. Such tereific projects as there, are taking place from time to time. I wonder how many peo- ple saw "The. St. Lawrence Sea- way Story" on television? It gave a very clear picture of what is happening, but yet, the overall picture is so immense and with such far-reaching re- sults, that it staggers the ima- gination. What a marvellous age we are living in! Don't you hate to miss one single detail of all the developments that are in progress, many of which are be- yond our understanding? We know some folk like to .be a big , fish in a little puddle but I think it is far more exciting to be a little fish in, a great, big puddle. There are exceptions, of course. For instance, here comes an extra big fish . . . our!new grandson is just arriving for his first visit to Ginger Farm. He doesn't know it, but at the mo- ment he is a very, very big' fish. And the rest of us splash around, very happily in the little puddle which we have created around him. Well, there you are, that contradicts my previous state- ment, of course—but then, life is full of paradOxes, isn't it? Including the weather. For in- stance—"What is so rare as a day in June?" I wouldn't know for it's raining again. TOVVERS.• Norman paid, who titinkS (itt I be, puraute gags melee this es one of b glItiryb-114:;tt n sohis. o, two ness was, describing the celebrities at the miming of the opera. in iS.011 Y(1`1.1.4;.1(1)' iNg11/1 ,Recut', "wore a diamond tiara 10 her hatri Mrs, Vanderldlt a ruby (tarn, bui all eyes were on .nie," "Wliftt did you have on yoat head?" asked Pon Ameehe, gu'y'POipncOtrter,"' ii;learcflotep()i, ly lvkci ae "ISeoatticies Burnsi:'441 aTuidemA)11111egi') NSV11110, o "'s'rnlitdea the Ihelr beet laugh, maker never got on tho air. 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I am sure they complain- * ed more than once about this • and other objections they had. * If your beau had taken them ▪ seriously and mended his * ways, this need never have * happened. They were within their eights; any sensible par- * eats would have done the * same. * You have built this situa- tion into a dramatic crisis. How many romantic novels * have you been reading late- * ly? 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