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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1955-05-05, Page 2"Dear Anne Hirst • 1 w» torn two ways—between love gar my present husband and a rosier fu- ture for my little girl who wants to live with her father. After I divorced him, I was restless and lonely until I met this man I married. I love him dearly, he is so good and kind and loyal. But he has no ambition! He 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 litle girl. Also, these two are both jealous, each wanting my 'whole love and at- tention. I sympathize with the girl, she seems so neglected in important ways. "Her own father is ambitious, a good provider, really a fine and gentle man. I just never really cared for him. My daughter vis- its him regularly and loves him dearly. "Last fall we both visited him. 1 haven't been happy since. He can give her all the things which are rightfully hers. I feel so t,,, Just TWO main pattern parts to this gay, cool fraternity top! Could anything be EASTER — or prettier? Sew two smut ver- sions — trim with colorful em- broidery. Pattern 882: Maternity Misses' Sizes 12, 14, 16. 18. 20 Tissue pat- tern, transfers State size. Send TWENTY - FIVE CENTS in coins (stamps cannot he ac- cepted) for this pattern to Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St, New Toronto, Ont Print plainly PATTERN NUMBER and SIZE: your NAME and ADDRESS. INSPIRED IDEAS --pages and pages of novel designs in our , NEW Laura Wheeler Needlecraft Catalog for 1955! Completely different and so thrilling! Send 25 cents for your copy now! You'll want to order many of the patterns shown selfish staying here with the husband 1 love so much, while she begs to go back to her fathzr. We could return to him any time, 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 man 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'm afraid 1 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 decision 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 * strain of your husband's and * daughter's jealousy. If this * feeling could be overcome, * your little girl might 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 1' your personal happiness for * her sake? If you do, what will * your future be? ' You do not actively dislike your child's father; living with * hint could be agreeable and * rewarding, for you both are * devoted to your little girl. * Knowing she has the material * advantages which mean a * great deal, and the devotion * of her father, would console * you somewhat for the sacrifice " you make. • * It is a problem for a present- * day Solomon. ONE WIFE'S WAY "Dear Anne Hirst: The wife who signed herself 'Desperate' has my sympathy. I, too, lived with a jealous husband for near- ly a year before I learned how to handle him. Arguments, tears, nothing helped—until finally 1 tried not talking at all, some- times for two or three days. "I 'believe men are more im- pressed by such treatment than any other. At least it worked for me. COLLEGE WIFE" * Few attitudes baffle a be- * wildered man like complete * silence. He cannot bear to be * ignored, and he finds no satin- * faction in tirades addressed to * deaf ears. He talks himself * out, and then if he is smart * he starts thinking. * I am sure "Desperate" will * appreciate the hint. If Anne Hirst 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, Ont. Beauty is .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 CURTAIN RAISES U REDS' SPINE FASHION SIO ashions pictured above erre being modeled in Moscow this springfor those with enough rubles to pay for them. At left, tradltlottal Russian folk pattern is motif for blouse of two -sale . silk summer ensemble. At right, two -lege suit features, ocelot '*limn 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 on official Soviet source.. HB HAS A CRUST—Chipmunks being one of the most timid and elusive of the fores,ucreatures, 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. IfiRONICLES !NG 1,;;F':i G'yend.oltn.e l Cto,rlee The week -end just past was one of the nicest we have en- joyed for a long time. Not only was it wonderful but at Ginger Farm 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 on four legs as a playmate. We visited for awhile at another farm where there were` more four -footed creatures than we have—dogs, puppies, cats, horses, goats, calves and cattle, and there wasn't a thing that Davey was afraid of. For a little fellow eighteen months old he did so much walking it was a wonder his legs continued to carry him. However, he has his own meth- od of dealing with tiring situ- ations. He doesn't whimper or ask to be carried; he just stops wherever he happens to be— and 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 on the go for quite awhile, interested in everything he saw. But the time came . when he considered enough was enough so, in the middle of Yonge Street, with- out any warning, our Davey suddenly sat down on the side- walk! His mother picked hint up and set him down on his feet. But Davey wasn't having any. He immediately sat down again. • So Daughter had to carry thirty pounds of solid weight around e for awhile. It wasn't long before , she felt. like sitting on 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 tools things • very calmly except that she thoroughly enjoyed a swim in the creek. At night whetl she saw Dee and Art getting their coats on she stood at the front door waiting to go tieit:h them. But when they opened the door. she looked up at 'nee, saying just as plainly as her big brown eyes could .say it — "Is it all right if i go?" As soon as I said - "Off' you go!" .she was away. Once in the. car she stretched herself ' out on the back seat and jirepared to sleep So it looks as if we have, lost our Honey for good.. So lng as she is contented we are glad. On a faun a dog needs to be more than a pet. For •a city home Honey: is ideal. While Dave is in his playpen outside Honey 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 61 contest — each looking at the other. Of eburse, although he didn't peak, 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 came along with Grand- pa''s rubber boots, waved his hand, said "Bye" to his grand- father, and then returned to his own important business, such es opening doors and cupboards and investigating the cat's dish. `Well, after that little write-up I aim sure those readers who wahted to hear more about our grandson will be quite satisfied. Maybe others less so! 'Prior to the week -end it was quite an eventful week, as everyone knows. The resigna- tion as prime minister 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 other, unless they happen to want to buy a new car. Of course there had to be a few atom bombs let off to dis- turb our peace of mind. But I suppose we have to accept these bey •fireworks now. Another farmer, a few miles from here, sold his farm last week and is moving to town. Last Wednesday I went to a neighbour's farm -furniture and antique sale. It was the best 'buying' crowd I ever saw. In fact there were times when the bidders 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; apine cradle, $13; a converted oil lamp with a bowl -shape shade and reservoir, $21; a milk -glass vase with a fined edge $19; a conical 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 turkey! SFrhctrt 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 gaine to, relieve his teammate. "What's .the . set-up?" relief pitcher 'Kyle Graham asked as .lie started across the outfield to the box, "Bases loaded,' with nobody out and Cochrane, Simmons and Jimmy Foxx comingup to bat." "Nobody touch that sandwich I was eatin'," Kyle Graham warned. "I'll be back .in a min- ute," ,physical beauty is the sign of an interior beauty, a spiritual and moral beauty which is the bests, the principle,, and. the. . unity of the beautiful. -w-Schiller, Snatched 'riend Fri'm Tiger's J ws Soma folk spend their lives saving others—men like Jacques Fosse; a staid business man of Beaucaire. He taught himself to swim and made his first sea rescue at the age of ten, and from 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 saved alto- gether 882 people from drown- ing. Yet he would allow none to praise him. 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 scalding water. He stagger- ed back over the footplate. He 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, he replied simply. "It was my job." Every year folk win medals for gallantry given by bodies like the Royal Humane Society and the Carnegie Hero Fund. In war- time their deeds would com- mand glowing headlines, but in times of peace they are usually dismissed in a 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 obstruc- 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 my 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 lower 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 Tashmoo settled gently on the bottom. Another 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 infant. With a rope tied to his waist he cliinbed down the jagged crev- ice, badly cutting himself on the way. He made the rescue, but his 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 ah 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 His unarm- 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, out him on a horse and took him 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- quired witnesses on such an oc- casion! OPENED BANK: IN WALKED FISH Unlocking the front door of 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 was. 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 door and floor. It was still alive when found, SP'INE'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. i p a A (UGH!) HRE, TO S.p'ring , isn't treating this 'brown bear any too well, .Gloomy- looking and listless os can be, he's even too lazy la play with his. metal ring at the. Paris, Prance,.%o'.% .