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"Dear Anne Hirst: I am on the
horns of a dilemma, and come to
you because I am impressed with
your sincerity and your common
sense. I am a widower of 65, in
good health and financially re-
sponsible. Some months ago I
met a widow, the mother of a
12 -year-old girl. We have a mu-
tually strong admiration, and
have talked of marriage. She is
24 years younger than I.
"I have told her that a man
my age should not marry a much
younger woman; she contends
the difference is not important. 1
fear that it may eventually lead
to an unhappy union. Though I
do not `feel my years', one can-
not deny them. Will you be so
good as to give me your opinion?
GRAVE DECISION L
* Though I usually feel that
* the temperaments of the two
* concerned, and their congeni-
* ality, are more important than 1
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* any intervening years, one
* cannot dismiss a 24 -year span
* lightly. In a decade this wo-
* man will still be in her prime,
* while you will be nearly 80,
* enjoying life, I hope, but pre-
ferably by your fireside.
* If there were no children
* involved the situation would
* still be grave. The presence of
* a youngster entering her teens
* can be highly disturbing to a
* man unaccustomed to children.
* Her mother will soon be en-
* couraging the customary so-
* tial activities and expect her
*° new home to be their center.
* Picture the ensuing confusion!
* Your own reluctance to en-
tertain the prospect of near-
* riage is the most vital argu-
* ment against it. You could not
* properly adjust yourself, I'm
* afraid, and would be likely to
* anticipate emotional differ-
* ences which 20 years ago
* would not occur to you. How
could you relax completely in
* such a situation, haunted by
* unknown fear of each coming
* year?
* All in all, I agree with you.
IN LOVE WITH BOTH?
"Dear Anne Hirst; I am over
17, and think I am in love with
two boys. The one in service
writes regularly, but shows no
sign that he still loves me; when
I read his letters I miss the
spark that I felt when we were
together. The. other boy is his
good friend, and he's so nice to
me that I can't bear to hurt him.
"I have worried so over this
that my health is affected. Shall
I try to forget the soldier, or
wait till he comes home before
I choose?
MIXED VP"
* Why worry yourself sick try-
* ing to decide now? The soldier
* may still love you but be awk-
* ward putting it into words.
* Months of service can also con-
* fuse a lad's mind so he isn't
* sure he feels the same toward
* the girl waiting back home.
' Wait by all means until you
* two meet again; then you will
* know your own heart, and his.
* Enjoy the attentions of his
* friend, but be careful not to
encourage him to think you
* are in love; you may be, you
* may not. Since you need not
* hasten making your choice, it
* is kinder to keep the friend-
* ship on a casual basis so neith-
* er of you will get hurt.
* Absence plays tricks with
* the human heart, A girl is apt
* to idealize a man in uniform,
* remembering only his finest
* qualities. It is best for both of
* them that she withhold any
* decision until she sees him.
* again.
As years descend upon us, the
prospect of living alone can
drive one into a regrettable mar-
riage. Then is when one's com-
mon sense is needed keenly.
Anne Hirst's practical counsel
has been of inestfmnable value to
many a troubled reader. Write
her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St.,
New Toronto, Ont.
There is a place where love
begins and a place where love
ends—and love asks nothing.
--Carl Sandburg.
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ROOF OVER HIS HEAD—An 11 -inch snowcap covers the roof
that covers this little fellow during a recent snowstorm. The
bird feeding station not only provided the winged creature
with shelter, but also with food.
HRONICLES
L iNVERFARM
GAkindoitne Q Clarke
Where, of where, are the geese
and robins now? Why 'didn't
their natural instinct warn them
to stay in the sunny south until
winter had had its final fling in ,
Ontario. Or could it be that mi-
gratory birds have an unduly op-
timistic spirit like certain road
supervisors of the Department of
Highways? What else could
cause them — the supervisors —
to have snowfences removed be--
• fore the end of 1Vfarch? So often
we have a storm from the east
in late March or early April. Not
once all. winter have snowfences
been needed around here but,
oh boy, are they needed now!
But the Friday before the storm
was such 'a lovely •day it was
enough to deceive anyone. Just
in case it might be a weather -
breaker I had two weeks' wash-
ing done •before breakfast that
day. No regular Monday wash-
ing for me— I work •according
to the weather. So on that day
I was trying to get about three
days work done in one. But in
the afternoon along came visi-
tors. Their visit put a crimp in
my activities so I didn't get my
shopping done. Not that I was
worrying — I thought I would
slip down town Saturday morn-
ing and get what I needed. Came
Saturday morning . , . snow,
wind and blowing • snow — and
a windshield wiper that was out
of commission. I stayed put .. .
emergency rations would have
to keep us fed until the storm
was over. And then about three
o'clock Bob and Joy literally
blew in. I soon had Bob blowing
out again—down town to get me
a few supplies,
Partner is having a grand
time down at the barn during
this storm -•=- carrying water to
the cows. He can go out in the
storm but the cows have to be
taken care of! At the same time
we are both very busy counting
our blessings. We find we have
quite a lot of them.
During the first part of last
week we had everything around
here —. wind, rai, snow and a
thunderstorm. There was quite
a bit of lightning and wind dam-
age in the district but the only
causally here was the kitchen
clock. The little motor in it was
burnt out. Then, on the first
comparatively calm day a heifer,
running loose in the barnyard,
firstproduced her
any untoward incident., indent. Partner
said the heifer and calf were
fine but he didn't know how he
was going to get them into the
stable. (My help is no longer
appreciated.) Then on that won-
derful spring-like Friday along
came Johnny. He got the heifer
tied up and also brought in a
two -week's supply of chop, And
yesterdathe mi
tuck got through morning
e lane with
Out any trouble—our snow fence
is still up—so why shouldn't we
count our blessings? The heifer
might' have calved' on one o!~
those terrible rough days; we
could have been left high and
dry without chopfor the cows,
and the lane might have be-
come impassable. Not that we
are enjoying the storm — it is
a trifle drafty around hare, even
the cats find it warmer down
in the cellar — and we won't
like the look of our coal -bin.
But we are banking on the
theory that eventually all things
come to an end — even storms.
Unfortunately that also applies
to the coal. The question is
which willlast the longer—the
coal or the storm.
Actually, we are more con-
cerned about what is taking
place at Niagara. The forces of
nature can be so devasting upon
occasion — even more so than
atomic power—and -the occasions
seem to be getting more frequent
all the time. Sometimes I wonder
if floods, storms, cyclones and
earthquakes are signs of Divine
displeasure for atomic experi-
ments, especially when phenom-
enaldisturbances are world-
widein character.
So many changes — every- ,
where and in every walk of
life. Even in the farmers' barns.
I remember`; years ago, when
Partner was milking ten or
twelve cows by hand I used to
worry because after the' field
work was done he had so much
to do. at the barn. But he used
to say - "Well, what are you
worrying about —' that's my
recreation!" The children and I
would be down at the barn,
feeding the calves and helping
here and there. It was generally
quite quiet and peaceful and . we
we could • talk back and forth
among ourselves. Now on the
rare occasions when I go to the
barn I notice quite a difference.
There is the noise of the motor
on the milking machine; the
swish, swish of air as Partner
'puts the milkers on the cows.
And a much louder swish as, suc-
tion is released when Partner
takes the milkers off. This, of
course, is repeated with each
cow that is milked. . . . Then
as the . milker is being rinsed
with cold water there is a loud
sucking noise as the cups drain
the last, bit of water from the
pail. And to cap it all there is
the radio going. Fine when Part-
ner is alone but not so good
when we have to shout to make
each other hear. The barn isn't
a peaceful place any more and
I never hear Partner say now
that to milk cows is just recrea-
tion.
Really Windy
Weather men ` all •over the
world are interested . in new
experiments now taking place
in the United States to find out
just how high ' and fast winds
can blow.
A weather balloon 20,000 feet
over Philadelphia recently . re-
corded a 392 m.p.h. wind. In
Great Britain winds of more
than 200 rd:p.h. have been found
four miles up. Such high winds
are common four or, five miles
tap in the stratosphere.
They have been likened to "a
j e t stream, an atmospheric
'Mountain torrent of wind rush-
ing down a steep declivity freerii
a high barometric pressure to
a low one."
Why don't these amazing
W nds'mnaintain the same speeds
when they reach ground level?
Because .the friction of the
earth's surface slows them up.
Greatest ground speed of wind
ever recorded was that at Wall.
ingford, tY.S..A , during a cy-
elene on Niarcln 22nd, '1892. It
eras just under 250miles an
hour, At Vc s'•+iegton a few
years ago 220 .rm,1).114 was roped-
ed.
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Proposed Marriage
r4n Interpreter
Spring in Budapest in the
dreamlike years before World
War I! A brilliant audience had
been drawn to the opera house
by the first performance there
of the Imperial Russsian Ballet.
In her mother's box, Romola
de Pulszky leant forward eager-
ly. As figures drawn from the
fantasy of carnival fitted and
leapt across the stage, the young
daughter of Hungary's leading
actress watched with parted lips.
Harlequin, she remembered,
had been announced in her pro-
gramme as being played by Vas -
lav Nijinsky.• Nijinsky, son,
grandson and great-grandson of
a dancer, the greatest living
genius of the ballet.
When the audience rose to
their feet and showered the
stage with flowers, Romola clap-
ped like one in a dream. In that
moment her studies,for the
theatre yielded to heleaping
desire to be trained as a dan-
cer..
After the ballet company had
left Budapest, she worked ac-
tively at this new ideal. When
thecompany returned, she was
permitted to attend their re-
hearsals,
At first she did not meet the
pale and youthful Nijinsky.
When she was at last introduced
to him, he gave her a sweeping
bow because he had misheard
the introduction and imagined
her to be Budapest's prima bal- `'
lerma!
But from that first meeting,
Romola adored Nijinsky. Once
she dared to ask for his auto-
graph and he gave it, mechani-
cally, not appearing to realize
he had seen her before:- Diag-
hilev, the maestro of the com-
pany read her heart and whis-
pered, "Beware, Nijinsky is like
a sun that pours forth light but
never warmth."
They were words of menace.
Romola ignored his warning.
In the certainty that Nijinsky
was the one man who mattered
to her, she joined the Imperial
company as a special, private
pupil.
Then one day, asthe company
was travelling from Paris to
London, • she found herself next
' to him in the train corridor.
She lowered her eyes at the
Arm scrutiny from his own soft
brown ones, and stared foolishly
at his feet. "Have you ever been
to London?" he asked politely.
And Romola burst into an em-
barrassed • torrent of words —
her school years, the charm of
England. Too late -- she real-
ized that he could not under-
stand a word of the language
she spoke.
A few weeks later the entire
balletcompany left for . South
America,
How Dare They!
The day before their arrival
in Rio de Janero, a fellow mem-
ber of the company came to
Romola. With a ridiculously for-
mal face, he said, "Romola, as
Nijinsky cannot speak to you
himself, he has requested me to
ask your hand in marriage."
"No, really," cried Romola,
"it's awful. How can you you?
And with flushed face, half -
crying, she locked herself in her
cabin. They were making fun
of her! How dare they! But
presently a -note was pushed un-
der the door. "Please let me
know •your answer," it said. "I
must say something to Nijinsky.
I can't keep him waiting •like
this."
So it was true! Romola's tears
dried. It seemed like a miracle.
She put on an evening dress and
went up to the deck. From the
shadows Nijinsky emerged and
said, in his broken French,
Mademoiselle, will you — you
and I?" He pantomined, indi-
cating a ring on her third finger.
Romola nodded and, waving
both hands, cried "Oui, oui,
oui!"
They were strange lovers, un-
able to sneak one another's lan-
guage. ' Friends had to be em-
ployed as translators when any -
.thing passed beyond the lan-
guage of love.
When they were married - in
Rio,the mayor: asked questions
in Spanish; Nijinsky snwered in
Russian, and Romola in Hun-
garian and French.
They
bad
their honeymoon hardly neymoon befo •e t finished first
knell of the dark future sound-
ed. Nijinsky was dismissed' the
Russian .Ballet.
This was Diaghilev's revenge.
No one ever understood Diag-
hilive. Dedicated .to the ballet
himself, he semed to ekert an
almost hypnotic power otrerhie
company, As soon as he heard
of `Nijinsky's wedding, his anger
knew no bounds. "As high as
Nijinsky stands now, as low am.
1 going to thrust hien!"' he vow-
ed.
Nijinsky founded his own
• con)pany, Straightway Diaghi-
lev brought a lawsuit, attetnpt-
ing to restrain Nijnnslty from
perforinitig his own dances, The
• dancer fell ill under the strain
and had to forsake his handsome
contracts.
A baby was born, a green-
eyed, black -haired baby,
began dancing almost in ' her
cradle. Nijinsky's worship of hid
little daughter had scarcely be-
gun when World War I broke
The Nijinskys and Kyra had
moved to Budapest to fulfil an
engagement, and found no way
of leaving Hungary In the
midst of discussing plans they
were arrested.
Russia was at war with Hun-
gary — and the Nijinskys were
Russian. He had friends at
court, however. Soon • . kings,
queens and governments were
working on his behalf.
At last, Vegas and Romola
were allowed to leave for Ame-
rica on parc,le to fulfil ballet
contracts. On beaches and in lit-
tle villages of the New World,
the Nijinskys once again found
a short spell of happiness. But,
if they had escaped the war,
they had not escaped the en-
mity of Diaghilev.
He pursued them incessantly
with troublesome lawsuits and
malicious rumour. He surround-
ed Vaslav with artful acquain-
tances who attempted to instil
strange theories of the simple
life into his head and tried to
induce 'aim to forsake dancing
and the world.
'Strange things began to hap-
pen in the theatre, Vaslov step-
ped on a rusty nail.
"How did it happen to be on
the stage?" Romola asked.
"By accident."
One evening a heavy iron
weight fell from the bridge.
Only Nijinsky's quickness saved
his life. Only his speed saved
him, too, when another mysteri-
ous accident occurred, and a tur-
ret on which he was standing
high on the stage began to sway
and fall from beneath him.
Romola noticed a curious
change that seemed to be creep-
ing over her husband.
Immersed in ideas for ballet
as he was, she seemed to draw
"faraway," as Romola phrased
it. Once, while she was : quick-
ly preparing to take Kyra for a
walk, he came out of his room
with his face thunderous, de-
manding why she should be
snaking such a noise. When she
apologized, he pushed her down
the stairs,
Romola - became afraid and
consulted a specialist. • Not long
before, her husband had fright-
ened her by pretending to be
mad. His behaviour, too, had
been queer of late. The great
Professor Bleuler talked gently
• to Nijinsky under pretence of
discussing his wife's health.
In the ante -room Romola
calmly waited. It would be all
right. The hard times they had
had, the fight with Diaghilev.
the disillusion — it would all .
end soon.
The doctor ushered Vaslav out
and said: "All right, Splendid!
Mme. Nijinsky, won't you step
in for a second?"
Romola followed him, with a •
smile to her Vaslay. As the pro- '
fessor closed the door "behind
him, he said very firmly: "Now,
my dear, be brave. • Your hus-
band is incurably insane."
Romola looked above h i
head and saw dust heavily float-
ing in the sunlight. Then the
room was going round and
round her in a wild circle,
Somewhere, back through the
years came the voice of a minis-
ter: "In sickness and health, for
ever."
For ever! For over twenty
years Romola Nijinsky watched
over her husband. Sometimes
he danced. Sometimes he could
watch others dance and correct
• thein faults. But in the mental
twilight of, the insane he died
— in 1950 — one of the greatest
figures ever known in ballet.
WISE GUY, Ell?
Wife -- Joe, get out of bed this
minute. I heard a mouse squeals.
Joe — Well what am I sup-
posed to do, oil it?
Yv caflt go
A[LIIOP
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ISSU1t' 1 1953