The Seaforth News, 1955-05-05, Page 6ANN€ ` 1. c S
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"Deer Anne Hirst' I ate torn
two ways—between lave tor my
present"liusband and a rosier fu-
ture for rely little girl who wants
to live With her father. After 1
divorced him, 1 was restless and
lonely until I met this man I
married, 1 love him dearly, he is
so good and kind and loyal. But
he has no ambition! }Ie does not
mind the three of us living in a
furnished two -room apartment
surrounded by most undesirable.
neighbors; this makes things dif-
ficult for my title girl. Also,
these two are both jealous, each
wanting my whole love and at-
tention. 1 sympathize with the
girl, she seems so neglected in
important ways.
"Her owIl father is ambitious,
a good provider, really a fine and
gentle Ivan. I just never really
cared for hint. My daughter vis-
its hint regularly and loves him
dearly,
"Last fall we both visited him.
I haven't been happy since. IIe
can give her all the things which
are rightfully hers. I feel so
y
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selfish staying here with the
husband 1 love so much, while
she begs to go back to her
father. We could return to him
any tittle, his door is always
Open; but to close my present
door behind me seems like giv-
ing up part of my life.
"Must I give up the pian I love
for the sake of my little girl's
happiness? Or watch her grow
up here—and perhaps 'come to
hate me later? I'ni afraid I
haven't the intelligence to do
what is right. I shall appreciate
your help.
WONDERING"
Doing what you think is
* right does not necessarily de-
* pend upon intelligence. Moral'
* courage is the quality one
* needs, and to make this pain-
' ful docision will take all you
have. If you acknowledge it is
* the right thing to do, however,
you will find the strength.
You- all suffer under the
t' strain of your husband's and
* daughter's jealousy. If this
* feeling could be overcome,
* Soni little girl night accustom
* herself to staying where she
* is. with regular visits to her
* father; as she grows older, it
* can readily happen, The pres-
• ent situation which causes you
* such distress •will, I am afraid,
• deepen as the days pass. Shall
* you and your husband give up
= your personal happiness for
* her sake? If you do, what will
your future be?
You do not actively dislike
(nut Yhild lather; living with
him could be agreeable and
* rewarding,. for jou both are
devoted to your little girl.
* Knowing site has the material
* advantages which mean a
•'? great deal, and the devotion
4 of her father•, would console
0 you somewhat for the sacrifice
* you make. -
* It is a problem for a present-
" day Solomon,
ONE WIFE'S WAY
"Dear Anne Ilirst: The wife
who signed herself 'Desperate'
' has my sympathy. I, too. lived
with a jealous husband for near-
ly o year •before I learned how
to handle him. Arguments, tears,
nothing helped --until finally I
tried not talking at ail, some-
times for Iwo or three days.
"I believe men are more im-
pressed by such treatment than
am other. At least it worked for
roe.
('OLLEGE WIFE"
Few. id:eludes baffle a he-
wildered man like complete
silence. Ho cannot bear to be
'' ignored, and he fends no sails-
* recline in tirade.s addressed to
c deaf ears. He talks himself
,rut and then if he is smart
s he sleets til nlciug,
1 am sure Desperate" will
appreciate the hint.
If Anne Ilirst has no solution
for your situation, she will stress
the advantages of either decision
and so simplify your problem in
your own mind. Write her at
Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New
Toronto, (int.
Leanly iv something wonder-
ful and strange that the artist
'fashions out of the chaos of the
world in the torment of his soul.
--W. Somerset Maugham.
IRON CU13 TAIFI RAISES UPON
REDS' Sayer TNG FASHION SHOW
Fashions pictured above are being modeled in Moscow -.this
%pring for those with enough rubles to pay for them. ttt left,
traditional Russian folk pattern is motif for blouse of two -torte
*ilk summer ensemble. At right, two-ece suit features ocelot
trim and lining for the jacket, which has tuxedo front, wide fur
cuffs. Matching skirt and turtleneck jersey complete the outfit.
Style information and pictures are from an official Soviet source.
HEHAS A CRUST—Chipmunks being one of the most timid and
elusive of the forest creatures, Askel Nohr, photographer, was
pretty well stymied in his attempts to get a close-up photo. But
ingenuity paid off when he got the idea of baiting his foot with
a piece of bread. Greed won over fear. The little fellow ap-
proached and Nohr, holding camera at arm's length, snapped
this picture.
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The week -end just past was
one of the nicest we have en-
joyed fox' a long time. Not only
was it wonderful but at Ginger
Farni it was also the occasion
of a family birthday, an anni-
versary and a week -end of glor-
ious sunshine. Snowdrops bloom-
ing, daffodils peeking through
the ground, swamp frogs sing-
ing and buds a-borning, Bob
and Joy were here on Saturday
and the rest of the family, in-
cluding Honey, arrived on Sun-
day. Dave was the happiest
thing on two feet. Except for an
hour's sleep he was hardly still
a minute. His great joy was to
get outside and he was ready to
greet anything 00 four .legs as
a playmate. We visited for
awhile at another farm where
there were more Mur -footed
creatures than we have --dogs,
puppies, cats, horses. goats.
cal°us and (atria, and there
wasn't a thing that Davey v.as
afraid of. Far a little fellow
eighteen months old he did so
much walking it was a wonder
his kgs continued to carry him.
However, he has his own meth-
od of dealing with tiring situ-
ations, Ile doesn't whimper or
ask to be carried; he just stops
wherever he happens to bo—
und sits! This he decided to do
yesterday in the middle of a
pasture field. The other day
Daughter had Dave with her on
a downtown shopping jaunt.
Dave had been an the go for
quite awhile, interested in
everything be saw. But the time
came when bo (onside ed
enough was enough so, in the
middle of Yonge Street, w ith-
out any warning, our Davey
suddenly sat down on the side-
walk! His mother picked him up
and set him down on his feet.
But Davey wasn't having any.
He immediately sat down again.
So Daughter hod to carry thirty
pounds of solid weight around
for awhile. It wasn't long before
she felt like sitting en the side-
walk herself
Honey's reaction on her first
visit to her old home was quite
surprising, We expected she
would race around and be very
excited. But she took things
very calmly except that she
thoroughly enjoyed a swim in
the creek. At night when she
spew Dee and Art getting their
coats on she stood at the front
door waiting to go with them.
But when they opened the door
she looked up at -me, saying just
as plainly at her big brown eyes
could say it — "Is it all right
if 1 go?" As soon as I said —
"Off ,you go!" she was away.
Once in the car she stretched
herself out an the back seat
and prepared to sleep Se it
looks as if we have lost our
Honey for good.. So long as she
is contented we are glad. On a
farm a dog needs to- be more
than a pet. For a city home
Honey is ideal. While Dave is
in bis playpen outside- Roney
sits on the veranda and never
offers to go on the street unless
she is taken,
It has been said in our family
that Dave and his grandpa are
two of a kind. Upon occasion
they both look at a person and
never say a word. Yesterday
they, had a sort of contest —
each looking at the other. Of
course, although he didn't
speak, Partner couldn't stop the
twinkle in his eyes, and pre-
sently Dave s solemn little face
was all smiles, When Partner
was ready to go to the barn
Dave carne along with Grand-
pa's rubber boots, waved his
hand, said Bye' to his grand-
father, and then returned to his
owls important business, such
as opening doors and cupboards
and investigating the cat's dish.
Well, after that little write-up
I am sure those readers who
wanted to bear more about our
grandson will he quite satisfied.
Maybe others less so!
Prior to the week -end it was
quite an eventful week. es
everyone knows. The resigna-
tion es prime mi.sister of that
great leader, S i r Winston
Churchill; the appointment of
Sir Anthony Eden as his succes-
sor; the bringing down of the
Federal Budget which makes
little difference to farmers one
way or the others unless they
happen to want to buy a new
car. Of course there had to he
a few aloin bombs let off to die
turn o'er iteace of mind. But I
suppose we have to accept these
big fireworks now.
Another fanner, a few miles
front here, sold his farm last
weep and is. moving to totem.
Last Wednesday I went to a
neighbour's farm -furniture and
antique sale. It was the best
'buying; crowd I ever saw. Hl
fact there were tinges when the
bi d d e r s couldn't bid fast
enough so anxious were they
to gain possession of some pre-
cious antique. A china duck
with red eyes sold for $42; a
homespun bedspread, $45; a pine
cradle, $13; a converted oil lamp
with a bowl -shape shade and
reservoir, $21; a milkgless vase
with a glued edge $19; a cortical
candle lantern, $9; a buggy
lamp, $8. Some of these things
were rescued from the attic and
cellar. Remember that, friends,
if the time ever comes when
you decide to have an auction
sale, You may have a small
fortune in your attic. What did
I buy? A roasting pan for $1.25.
I knew it was just the size for
my oven as I borrowed it last
Christmas to cook the turkeys
Short Visit
Some years ago the Detroit
Tigers had a pitcher named Kyle
Graham. He was a ballplayer
with a big appetite. Nothing
could spoil his hearty appetite.
One afternoon, with the Tigers
fighting a powerful Philadelphia
Athletics team, Kyle Graham
sat out in the Tiger bull pen,
contentedly munching an after-
noon snack. The game was going
badly for Detroit,' and the Ath-
letics, then at their pennant -
championship best, were giving
the Tigers' starting pitcher a
fancy shellacking. He seemed
doomed to be hammered out of
the box, in a hurry. Kyle
Graham began to warm up for
emergency duty, but he also con-
tinued to eat. Suddenly he re-
ceived the signal to go into the
game to relieve his teammate.
"What's the set-up?" relief
pitcher Kyle Graham asked as
he started across the outfield to
the box.
"Bases loaded, with nobody
out and Cochrane, Simmons and
Jimmy Foxx coming up to bat:"
"Nobody touch that sandwich
X was eatin'," Kyle Graham
warned. "I'11 be back in a min-
ute,"
Physical beauty is the sign of
an interior beauty, a spiritual
and moral beauty which is the
basis, the principle, and the
unity of the beautiful,
-Schiller,
Snatched Friend
From Tiger's Jaws
Some folk spend their lives
saving others—men like Jacques
Fosse, a staid business roan Of
Beaucaire, Ile taught himself to
swim and made his ;first sea
rescue at the age of ten, and
froom that moment he seemed to
be on the spot whenever anyone
in France was in danger of
drowning.
At twenty he saved two circus
performers and their bear, While
doing military service he saved
five artillerymen and two horses
that fell overboard During a ter-
rible flood on the Mediterranean
coast he worked for eight days
and nights without sleep and,
unaided, saved 860 drowning per-
sons.
During his life he saver alto-
gether 882 people from drown-
ing. Yet he would allow none
to praise hirer He looked upon
it as just a job of work well
done—the way so many other
unsung heroes do,
Twenty years ago Sam Brook
was driving his railway engine
near Mirfield, Yorks, when a
steam pipe burst, spraying him
with seeking water. He stagger-
ed back over the footplate, IIe
could have jumped clear of the
train, but his first thought was
for the passengers in his care.
So he dashed back into the blis-
tering spray, applied the brakes
and saved their lives, burning
himself severely. When asked
how he forced himself to do so,
be replied simply, "It was my
job,"
Every year folk Twin medals
for gallantry given by bodies like
the Royal Humane Society and
the Carnegie Hero Fund. In war-
time their deeds would corm
mand glowing headlines, but in
times of peace they are usually
dismissed in s few lines in an
insignificant paragraph.
In June, 1936, the excursion
steamer Tashmoo was making
her return journey down the
Hudson when she hit an obstrues
tion that sliced a gaping hole in
her side. The water poured in.
"We must take to the boats,"
said the engineer.
"Boats?" spluttered the cap-
tain. "We haven't enough.
There'll be a mad scramble and
most of niy 1,400 passengers will
drown in the panic. Send every
man below to patch up the hole
—and pump like the devil."
The passengers danced on the
moonlit deck and the band play-
ed on as if nothing had happen-
ed. Every hand who could be
'spared was ordered below.
They went although they
knew that if the ship went down
they would be trapped.
Eventually, sinking Tower and
lower, the vessel drew alongside
.the dock ,and every passenger
went safely ashore. Only then
did the crew emerge, half dead
with fatigue, and the Test -mime
settled gently on the bottom.
Anothor .hero was a tiny Ne-
gro lad named Plato who lived
in the Deep South of the U.S.A.
When a child fell down an
eighty -foot well, he volunteered
to go down after the infantt.
With a rope tied to his waist he
climbed down the jagged crew•
ice, badly cutting himself on the
way.
He made the rescue, but hie
clothes were in tatters and- his
body was covered in blood.
Sharp pieces of rock nearly put
out his eyes,
He was recommended to the
Carnegie hero Fund who sent a
commission to investigate his
case. They told him he would get
a medal, He grinned broadly and
shook his head,
"All ab wants." he said, "is a
pair of shoes." Needless to say
he got them ---and a lot more be-
sides.
The acts of many heroes go
unrewarded. Jim Corbett, fam-
ous big -game hunter of North
India, tells the story of two In-
dians who ventured into the jun-
gle to gather wood.
A tiger leapt suddenly on one
and carried him off Itis unarms
ed friend pursued the snarling
tiger and dragged his friend
from -its jaws. Then, with the
'tiger growling behind him, he
carried the maimed man miles to
the nearest village, nut him on a
horse and took trim to hospital.
He received neither reward
nor recognition, for the govern-
ment official to whom the case
was reported said, "There must
be at least two unbiased witness-
es before a reward can be
made."
It would have been a trifle
difficult to whistle up the re-
quircd witnesses an such an Otr•
easian!
OPENED BANK:
IN WALKED FISH
Unlocking the front door 01
his bank in Klerksdorp, South
Africa, the manager discovered
that his first customer for the
day was --an eleven -pound bar -
bel fish. The fish is a type of
amphibian which can "crawl"
overland for distances up to a
mile, and the' bank where it wax
found it three-quarters of a mile
from the nearest stream.
The fish had not been caught
with a hook, but had obviously
come "overland" and crawled
through between the rioor and
floor. It was still alive when
found.
SPRING'S HERE . . -
Spring is in the air and so is this black buck antelope at the St.
Louis zoo. Balmy temperatures seem to affect his more sedate
friend with feet on the ground.
AND (UGH!) HERE, TOO
Spring isn't treating this brown bear any too well. Gloomy -
looking and listless as can be, he's even too lazy to play wil.h his
metal ring at the Paris, France, zoo. -