The Brussels Post, 1958-09-10, Page 4PLAYING FOOTSIE — Right at home in the Never-Never Land
of Hollywood, Brian, the 21-inch-tall king of the Leprechauns
ducks between a pair of normal-sized legs. Brian is actually
normal-sized actor Jimmy O'Dea in some trick photography
during the filming of Walt Disney's "Darby 0 /Gill and the Little
People," a comedy-fantasy about Ireland's leprechauns.
ONICLE
GERI'
..,„,ndolin.e, P. Clarke
you can't always have happy
`endings to love stories, especially
Bachelors must have blinked
and then re-read with special,
interest a revealing "agony" ad-
irynea rprteeirsaeltInvie:tilect: in,a London news-
"A young gentleman who is
on giri
the
w hPo°Inist odfevpfl°ispholsyi"prteottya
ho
nfboluerte ttwi hn er na wnhleeae rkrbsi ae is sodn manelys r o0uf
known
of ex-
perience who will dissuade him
from such. a foolish step.
Ever since these "personals"
began, some unscrupulous people
have occasionally tried to use
them to cloak illicit intrigues.
Police nowadays keep a sharp
eye on the personal columns of
all newspapers in case there are
crooks still trying tO communi-
cate messages in code which ap-
pear sentimental on the surface
but contain hidden meanings.
The personal column ha al-
ways been a source of hope to
people with rich aunts or half-
forgotten uncles abroad, "Some
day," they think, "we may hear
of something to our advantage
if we keep watching these ad-
vertisements."
Practical jokers have occa-
sionally been known to try to
insert "leg - pulling" advertise-
ments in the personal columns.
One that nearly OA into a fam-
ous national newspaper read:
"Stuart, Died on August 1st, at
Kensington, Anne, daughter of
James Stuart, aged 49."
Only at the last moment did
somebody notice that whoever
sent in the advertisement was
trying to get the newspaper to
publish the fact that Queen Anne
is dead!
A bright young woman was
asked to attend a public func-
tion. She was given a place be-
tween a bishop and a rabbi. It
was her chance to break into
high company, and she meant to
use it.
"I feel as if I were a leaf be-
tween the Old and New Testi-
ments," she said with a giggle.
"That page, madam," said the
rabbi, "is usually a blank." i
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My mother-in-laW was so op-
posed to our marriage that she
kept Us apart for six years, I
did not want to marry until she
approved, so my husband finally
put his foot down and she gave
her consent, But her opposition
is still bitter, and I have suffer-
ed from it ever since.
"She has harped on the theme
that I was never good enough a
for her son, not fit to, raise his
children. (She still accuses me
of stealing her son from het 1)
She has even called my mother
and- complained of things I do,
My husband admits she has
caused the only trouble we ever
have, and he gets upset at her
meanness but says NOTHING to
her. During my first pregnancy
she made so much trouble that
I nearly lost the baby. Now that
I'm expecting another, it's the
same thing again.
"I have tried to talk to her
woman to woman, but she re-
fuses to listen. I've overlooked
her insults, I've stayed away
from her house. I've tried every-
thing but telling her off — and.
I can't bring myself to do that.
She is hysterical neurotic and
throws crying spells whenever
she doesn't get her way.
"For the five years we've been
been married I have taken her
nasty tongue silently , . I do
love my husband, but how can
I keep my respect for him when
he won't stop her nonsense?
What can I do to get along with
her?
DISTRESSED."
Why waste your strength
trying to get along with a
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and deaf to reason or kind-
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despise him for it. He is so
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• you cannot fare any more:
* hysterical outbursts. Then
don't allow it to be mentioned
again.
• Keep your home life serene
* and affectionate, fix your mind
• on the coming baby, and try
* to relax,
HUSBAND ATTRACTS GIRLS
"Dear Anne Hirst:
My young husband is manager
of a small nearby theater, and
is exposed to all sorts of avid
adoring females. He is a hand-
some scamp, and I expect feels
he has to play up to the younger
audiences. But last night he
confessed he told one girl that
he loves her! He admitted he'd
had a couple of drinks, but her
afraid she believes him,
"He begs me to understand,
and forget it, I do understand.
end. I love him dearly—but how
can I prevent such a thing
happening again?
WONDERING"
Your husband was very
lucky that the theater owner
was not around; he could have
lost his job. Remind him of
this, and ask him to promise
that if he wants a drink here-
after he'll wait until he comes
home.
Of course, he has to be
courteous to every patron of
the theater, so never listen to
gossip about him, He made one
mistake, and I am sure he will
be more careful.
If this girl oversteps; he will
know how to handle her So
trust him, and let him know
you do. That assurance is his
best armor against temptation.
*
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to those you read in this column?
Let other readers benefit by your
experience. Anne Hirst will pub-
lish such letters here whenever
she can. Address her at Box 1,
123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto.
Ontario.
Absent-Minded
As an electric train rattled into
Chadwell Heath station some
time ago the driver saw to his
horror a woman walking straight
off the platform. He jammed on
the brakes but the cab and seven
carriages passed over her before
the train shuddered to a stop.
Officials rushed to the train
and peered underneath it. She
was still alive! They hauled her
out and rushed her to hospital.
and when the shock had worn
off she was asked why she had
tried to commit suicide. "I
didn't," was the reply.
"I just walked absent-minded-
ly off the platform.
Forgetfulness does not imply
a bad memory, for some of the
world's most learned men are
absent-minded.
Professor Arnold Toynbee,
whose "Study of History" took
30 years to write, has a brain
so full of information that there's
no room in it for trivial things.
Recently, when invited to an im-
portant luncheon he turned up
wearing the jacket of one suit
and the trousers of another.
Some years ago, Professor
IChushall Shah, a. legal expert
from India, came over to unravel
the tangles at a round table con-
ference, On the morning of his
departure he forgot to turn his
bath tap off, and went back to
India leaving the water still
running. The tenant in the flat
below was furious when some of
his carpets and decorations were
ruined. His absent-mindedness
cost Professor Shah $300
If a problem or subject ab-
sorbs you completely, everything
else leaves your brain. That's
why people in love are so
"moony", But Thomas Edison,
the famous inventor, couldn't
lay the blame on love for his
worst bloomer.
On Christmas Day, 1871, he
married a Miss Mary Stillwell.
After the wedding breakfast he
excused himself from the sub-
seduent festivities by saying:
"I have some work to do for
a few minutes."
He then dived round the cor-
ner to his laboratory. It was
midnight before his best man
came looking for him. "You'd
better come home. Torn," advise
ad his. friend.' "Have you for-
gotten that you were married
title' morning and Mary's waiting
for vou?"
Edison's bee lit tin. "That's
right," he said, "I did get mar-
tied this morning!"
AbsentsminclededriesS can be
ruinous, While talking to
friend, author J. M.13arrie reach=
ed out to the triantelpieed, picked
up a piece Of paper, and dipped
it in the fire to light his pipe.
"Good Heavens!" ,exclairried the
friend, "that's a cheque!"
It Wee --a for $300.
ALREADY GONE
"The recession doesn't weary
Me," Says Ioe E Leis — "Iest
all Toy onotiey tit the' 1i6btrit"
Norway, .Land.
Wind And. -Waters .„.
whether it is .from the sea
that you first experince the
purple mountains of the west
coast or the ,wooded slopes and
islands of the .Osio. Fjord* or
whether from a plane you wit-
ness the spectacular plateaux
and peaks of the Hardanger
the effect will be one of
magnificent expanses of water
and land, 'Expanses so wide and,
so sparsely populated that even
the major cities appear quite
incidental to their natural stir-
reunclings.
With only 31/4 million people
to occupy some 125,000 square.
miles of territory, Norway can
offer an average of one square
mile to each 26 of her inhabi-
tants, By way of camper son,
42 persons must shave the aver-
age square mile in the U.S,A„
while 499 human beings elbow
one another in the same space
in Great Britain. However,
there is a simple explanation
for the thinness of population
in Norway—her topography,
You take a bus, but this time
consistently northward riding
through Amot and on to, Lake
Totak and Rauland Village on
its far shore. Here, 2,260 feet
above sea level, is the highland
center of Telemark culture, and
if you were intrigued by the
outdoor displays at the Folk
Museum on Bygdoy, this is your
chance to see farmhouses, barns
and. stables.
Be sure to climb that modest,
but well-above-treeline, hill
across the road from the hotel
and help yourself to an eyeful
of spectacular panorama. South-
I SWAN — Fluffy as a baby
chick, this fuzzy-wuzzy creation
is a cocktail dress by Emilio
Schuberth of Rome, done in
"blackboard blue" swan'sdown.
A wide 'sash, trimmed with
three buckles, wraps the waist
of the strapless dress, which is,
worn with a matching, wiglike
hat.
east you'll see the geological
jumble of Telemark; southwest,
and far beyond the waters of
Totak, a long, even line of high-
land summits guarding one flank
of NordWay's most secluded val-
ley: Setesdal. However, terrain
of more immediate interest to us
stretches out ,north and north-
west — the lakes, hollows, levels
and snow-flecked heights of one
corner of the great Hardanger
Vidda or Plateau... .
Soon it's Rjukan where, for a
change frdm bussing, you should
take an elevator-tide on the
mountain cable care which
Rjukan-ites use to 'get from the
canyon-bottom up into the sun-
shine and open spaces of the
Hardinger Vidda.
Dangling in an enclosed bas-
ket which rises 1,600 feet in five
minutes, you'll have excellent
views of this two-block wide
town where both the tnain
works of Norsk Kydro and
workers' dwellings are squeezed
between river and cliffs, as well
ac of 6;000-foot Mount Gatista
rising sheer on the other side of
the canyon,
Frosts Rjukan a narrow-gauge
train (which was blown Off its
rails one windy winter's day in
1017) Will take you to Mae! on
Lake Tintisjo. Prom "How to
Feel at Hotrie in Norway," by
Phillip Beard/nazi,
Three women were diSetitsint
their husbands. The first woman
decieted: "in all the years we've
been married My husband and t
have never had a Cross Word."
The second' Woman sighed: "I
wish f could say that,"
Then the third Wornart said:
"Why don't you? She did."
The starlings are perched
along the hydro wires as if it
were fall. But they have certain-
: ly made a bad guess for surely
doesn't look, or feel much like
fall to us. It is still very hot
and dry. The grass is brown
and crisp; shrubs wilted and
vegetables drying up for lack
of moisture. The flowers don't
look too bad hut it's a question
how long they will last. We can't
do too Much watering because
we know the well is getting low.
Last 'week I was away for a
couple of days and as I drove
along the roads I noticed the
same •conditions in every district
that I passed.
This time my trip took me to
end around the Newmarket dist-
rict, visiting a friend in that
area. We had a great time to-
gether as we share the same
interests—writing, antique shops
and a love of historical sites. At
one antique shop we saw the
most wonderful collection of
paperweights that I have seen
since I left England. It Was kept
in a glass cabinet under lock
and key and we 'were told its
value was around $3,000. In an-
other cabinet we were shown a
beautiful collection of Stafford-
shire figurines, Of course there
were hundreds of other items,
miscellaneous and in sets —
pewter, glass, china, silver and
antique furniture. My friend and
I made a ,few purchases from
each place with which we were
well satisfied. By that I don't
mean we lost our heads and in-
dulged in a wild buying spree.
Another trip took us 'to the
well -. known Sharon Temple,
built by the Children of Peace
in a seven year period from 1025
to 1832. David Willson was the
,architect and• Ebenezer Doan the
master builder. The Temple it-
self is an odd, fascinating. build-
ing, the story in connection with
it so well known I hardly need
repeat it here. But I will ,say
if you ate ever in the Sharon
district you will find it is well
worth a visit, I first saw it
about twenty-five years ago—but
only the outaide—this was my
first opportunity to' see it front
the inside. It is hi a remarkable
state Of preserv- and the
relics displayed 'Vesting as
one would find here, The
original Organ St4 , possesses a
marvellous tone—it was demon=
strated for Out benefit. It 'is play,
ed by means of a crank, after
the style of a barrel Organ.. There
Was also a picturesque phaeton
there which I AM stilt could be
taken out on the read today
without fear of it falling apart,
NO. less interesting Was a Small
CoMpletely Separate
from the Temple,,which was
David' Willson's", study, ft.is kept
lioaked but through the windoWs
dt, each wall one can see the
furnishings, jiitt as he used then
e desk and Chair, candle and
earidlestieks, quill pen, hand-
Written manuscript', a tiny bOx-,
Stove and 0 roeitete Also on the
property there IS a genuine log.
ftirriie4 4 after' the style
of the Scadding cabin at the Ex-
hibition grounds.
Another interesting place we
saw, but of quite a different
character, was a house by the
highway, on the lawn of which
were all kinds of bird houses and
garden ornaments cut out of
wood—figures of ducks, geese,
storks, -Dutch boy and girl and
almost every conceivable type of
birdhouse. An elderly man told
us he had made them all
whittled :them out with a pen-
knife. He fills' orders for people
all over Ontario and many parts
of the United States, Quite a
profitable hobby for a man, with
skill .and imagination and cer-
tainly not too tlifficult. Obvious-
ly the hobby is now a corn-
mercial undertaking.
On my way home I called for
the first time on some friends
near Richmond Hill. About seven
years ago they bought an acre
and a half of land along the
highway. Here, practically with
their own hands, they built a
nice little house and a small
barn. The work they do amazes
me. They both have jobs in To-
" ronto, keep one boarder, 300
chickens and have a huge, gar-
- den, the produce from which
'they sell at a roadside stand.
went out to see the ingenious
fixings in the :henhouse to en-
able the birds to look after
themselves. Self -feeders for
mash and water; roll away nest
boxes; shavings and sawdust for
bedding which the owner claims
s gore satisfactory than straw.
Between us we picked up about
12 dozen eggs from Leghorn-
pullets that are only about five
months old. Of course I was not
allowed to leave without eating
—and the meal would have been
a credit to a far less busy house-
wife.
It was 8.30 when I got home
and Partner was just beginning
tO get excited thinking it was
late for me to be out, on the
road — it being Friday night.
The traffic was heaVy all right.
In fact I went four miles out of
my way because I missed the
turning I should have taken to
No. 7 Highway. Dee and Pamily
rate in soon after I got horne—
t() pick up week-end supplies
froni our garden, which, because
of their freshness, they seem to
enjoy.
Romnce Lurks Uri
Persanal Columns
As he strolled along London's
Bond. Street, towards his office,
the spruce young man in the
lavender waistcoat and dove-
colored trousers caught his
breath, Vol', standing just ahead
of him, selling flags' for eharitY.
was 'the inh'St beautiful girl he
had ever seen,
She was tall and black-haired
and was wearing a figure-reveal.
ing green costume. But what he
noticed most about her was hex
bewitching smile.
"Will you buy a flag, sir?" she
asked demurely. "ft's for a good
cause."
"I'll buy a flag on one con-
dition," he replied. "You must
come out to dinner with me
tonight." ef
"I don't sell flags on conditions
like that," the girl retorted. "I'm
not doing this job to get dinner
dates!" And she flounced off to
sell her flags to a woman who
was beckoning from a car.
The young man was astound-
ed: he was used to easy rca
mantic conquests. "Am I slip-
ping?" he asked himself as he
hurried on to his office.
But the girl's, rebuff was a
challenge to his power of con-
quest, so he decided to try to
contact her again.
The only way he could think
of doing so was by inserting this
advertisement in the personal
column of a daily newspaper:
"Will the Girl in Green who
was selling flags in Bond Street,
London, on Tuesday accept the
apologies of the man who was
so tactless when he spoke to her?
His only excuse is that he was,
carted away by her loveliness
and very charming personality,"
Next day camesthe reply: "Girl
in Green will accept apology
same place Tuesday, 11 a.m,"
So he got his "date" after all.
Romance often lurks in the
personal or "agony" columns of
newspapers all over the wo'rlcl.
Some of thbm absolutely throb
with romance; some suggest hid-
den drama and mystery; others
are eccentric or comic.
Here's one that was published
some time ago in an American
small-town newspaper:
"Beautiful, provocative but
broke young redhead earn-
ing $40 weekly as clerk seeks
young, rich and 'romantic hus-
band who will pamper her and
enable her to live in luxury for
rest of her life. She is temper-
amental, intelligent, but bone
lazy and rather selfish. Write
stating age, income and enclosing
recent photograph -to Box---,"
She Was deluged with .replies
from wealthy young bachelors.
After scores of interviews she
met a shipping magnate and it
was love at first sight
Sentimental women readers of
a' French newspaper sighed ro-
mantically when they read this
advertisement in its personal
column:
"Pink Rose. I still love you
desperately in spite of all that's
happened. Dearest one, tell me
you still love me and that the
heavenly week in Paris is not
forgotten. Please meet me in the
usual corner of the garden at
nine on the night of the next full
moon. Dovotedly, Pierre."
Readers imaginatively visualiz-
ed the probable, sequel — a
rendezvous 'between the loves
lorn Pierre and his beloved ,in
a flower-scented garden under a
brilliant moon and the exchange
of tender kisses: They were
wrong. Did Pierre ever meet
the girl again? He did not.
'Two days later the girl's reply
appeared in the same personal
column: "Pierre. No, no, no. All
is over. Pink Rose's love will
never "bloom again and is for
ever dead. Good-bye." Well,
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