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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1956-01-05, Page 6AN E 1411PS r *wt. Faimay atuot6izeot "Dear Anne Hirst: 1 am 32 and should know my own mind, but an awful lot depends on your answer . . . 1 married young, and now 1 have a son of eight, of whom I am proud. and a husband with whom 1 thought it was my duty to stay, He is wonderful to me, and 1 know he loves me . . Two years ago, what with his small wages and prices so high, I felt I should get a job so we might have a home of our own. This is how I met the man I am in love with, "He is married and has three children. He says he worships me and will never let me go. no matter what. We've been out together often, and no one knows but his wife. Six months ago she refused to give him up; now, seeing how miserable he is when he doesn't see me, she has changed her mind. (I have never spoken to her.) "He is planning to transfer to another province and wants me to go along. ,We will get sep- arate apartments until our di- vOrces are granted and then get married. I quit my job some time ago thinking it would help. My flame calls me sometimes or writes, or stops and talks a min- ute if we meet. He declares at last he knows what love is! What should I do, Anne Hirst? REALLY DESPERATE" NO: EIGHT REASONS * There are eight reasons why * you should not have: * One little son of whom you " are so proud; * One husband who is won- • derful to you; * One faithless man: * One wife who loves him * enough to free him; * His three little children. * And you, a wife who would * desert her husband and her * son to run off with a .man, * wreck her good name before * he marries her (if he does), * and calls it love. * You really are mixed up, * aren't you? How ashamed SOUTHERN BELL-E—"Miss Hos- pitality" of 1955 is Jo Anne. Bell, recently titled by the Pan American Hotel and Restaur- ant Association. * your little son would be, how heartbrok- his father! What * must this other wife think oi * you who would steal a men * from one who loves him * enough to let him go, though * it leaves her children father- * less? And what of these chil- * dren? Have you thought of * their fate? * The only fault you can find * with your husband is that he * doesn't bring you birthday * gifts (though he remembers * the date) and this man show- ers you with presents on * every holiday. Your next sen- • tence tells me that for 11 * years every cent your hus- * band could spare has gone * into the bank toward the * home he hopes to buy for you! * With the bare facts stated * clearly, turn you,. back on * such sinning and pray 'for for- • giveness that you veer con- * teinplated it. Apart from the * difficulty of getting' either di- vorce on trumped-up charges, * if you think you will ever * find happiness you were never * more wrong. A man who * would double-cross a wife so * fine could not stay true to an- * other woman who deserted a * good man and a small son to * be his partner in sin. Such * partners come to despise each * other. * QUESTIONS FIDELITY "Dear Anne Hirst: For over a year I've been going with a fine young man, and in many ways he has proven his love. He is leaving for college soon. and we are botb miserable at the idea of being separated. But he feels he needs this special course to round out his preparation for a career. "How can I know he will stay true? Or will he forget me once he is gone? 0 WONDERING" • Don't insult your young * man by doubtinghis fidelity. * If his love depends on seeing * you regularly, it is a poor * emotion indeed. * You will learn to know each * other better through the let-. * ters you will exchange. He * will reveal aspirations he has * not yet confided, you will en- * courage him and assure him * of your continued affettion. * As he concentrates more and * more on his studies he may. * not write as often as you'd * like, but don't be alarmed. * Keep up your end of the cor- * respondence and remind him * of your faith in his future * and your joy in sharing it. * Get out with other lads. too, * for it will keep your mind * alert and help make you un- * derstand him better. While he * is away he will be growing * mentally and spiritually, so * you will not want to let your- * self get far behind. * * * However deep the passion, there can be no peace when two people cannot respect each other. To live with one who has dispensed with mo- rality is to court disaster. In time of stress, ask Anne Hirst's opinion. Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. FOR THE HOLLY DAYS — Lovely and luxurious red velvet is the Christmas cloth for Yulticie occasions, These mistletoe fashions were shown recently. Model, standing, wears a 'sophisticated, slim -lined tunic with high neckline set off with large satin bow. Dainty and demure are the words for the holiday dress worn by seated model, The short -sleeved, buttonrnt frock is topped with a collar of Brussels late. ONE TOUCH OF VENUS — Beautiful Veronique Zuber seems to be enacting the mythologist:11.story of Venus, god.dess.of beauty and love, materializing from the foam of the sea. But actually, Veronique, dubbed "Miss Paris," is demonstrating a new synthe- tic -fiber wool in the French capital.. CHRONICLES iNGERFARM Gsve.i%ciolt.ts.e P Cto,tivz A week ago I wentto Toronto to see how Dave was, getting along after his throat Operation. He was home but had lost quite a lot of weight and although he seemed in fairly good 'spirits he was still quite croupy.. On Wednesday he was taken, back to the Hospital for Sick Child- ren for further treatment. The doctors said his chest condition had not completely . cleared and could not be dealt with satis- factorily at home. So now 1 suppose Dave will remain un- der medical care until he has completely recovered. The poor little chap did not take very kindly to the idea of going ino hospial again but before his mother left the building he was sitting up in his cot playing quite happily. I suppose oncehe settled clown he would be all right especially as there are plenty of other children for him to play with. Of course his pa- rents are quite worried 'about him — and so are we. But we know he is having the best of care and at the moment there Is no more that any of us can do for him. We still seem to be having all kinds of queer weather, don't we? Last week sunshine one day out of seven. And this evening a thunderstorm. Compared with some places we do well if we get away with minor incon- veniences. The day I went to Toronto I was really caught napping.. Got a ride down 'and wore a light -weight top coat over my suit — and I nearly froze after leaving the car. I stayed overnight at Dee's place and next morning she lent the a heavy coat for the rest of my :visit, and to come home in. So there was I walking around Toronto in borrowed clothes. A bright green coat, vivid red and blue silk scarf and a black hat was a choice colour combina- tion, believe me. But it was better than being cold anyway. Partner hasn't been liking the wet weather at al]. He has been putting up a new fence in the back lane and of course he would get one or two postholes dug and then it would rain again. However, I believe he finally finished the job and has since started digging the gard- en. Hardly a day passes but what I see him somewhere around with his rubber-tyred alumintnn wheel - barrow. Shortly before we sold the cows the old barrow — steel pan on a wooden frame — fell to pieces. Which was just as well as Partner had reached the stage where he found it too heavy to push around. So the new one had to be aluminum, just as big but much lighter in weight. It was the best buy we ever made. That barrow is used in dozens of ways: All my wastepaper and magazines were carted from the house to the car in the barrow. When I pot- ted my geranium slips along came Partner with a load of good soil. Collections of rub- bish from the house and wood- shed ready for a bonfire are transported the same way. And in the hot weather when the garden needed moisture Partner :filled the barrow with 'water to let ft get stm-warrned before being used On the garden at tight. A very versatile piece ot equipment, that barrOW. And easily washed when necessaty. The reason I have told you about it is this: The other day I was on a farm where the owner is a man past seventy. He was cleaning out the hen - pen and using a heavy steel -pan barrow. It took all his strength, I am sure, to push that barrow. What needless waste of energy! So, if there is an elderly man doing the chores on your farm wouldn't it be a good idea if the . women of the family paid a little attention to the equipment he is using for the job?' Christ- mas is coming — Father might be over-joyed withan alumi- num wheel -barrow from Santa Claus! One thing is certain — as 'long as the old one hangs together he will never buy one for himself. He has become so used to pushing a heavy barrow he doesn't realize how much strength and energy goes' into that ordinary everyday chore. Bob fixed up our old bar- row and took it down to hil place. He has plenty of use for it as half his garden lot is a conglomeration. of rocks and stones. The remainder of the • garden must be marvelous soil as it grows the most wonderful flowers, fruits and vegetables. Joy has been bringing me an armful of beautiful 'mums for the last four weeks. They had one sunflower — self -sown — that was so immense it toppled over with its own. weight. -Help, please! We have another casualty in our animal kingdom. .1VIitchie-White has some kind of eruption on 'the back of hit. neck. Of course he scratches and makes it bleed. So I have bound up his foot as I did once before. What to do to cure the condition is another matter. A friend whom I visited in Toron- to has a cat with just the same trouble. Another friend says give a teaspoonful .01. either olive or mineraloil every day. It is good for their fur. If my friend's cats are any indication it most be. She ' has about a dozen cats with fur as sleek, soft and shiney as a mink coat. I have now started feeding our two cats mineral oil. Man - Hunt For a King Three centuries ago, a tremen. dolls destiny ran with a fugitive pringe. Escaping after the battle of Worcester, fought on September 3rd, 1051, two years aftet his father wasexecuted, gay; lady - killing Prince Charles Stuart survived to restore the crown after Cromwell's gloomy auster- ities. As Charles 11 he became the Merry Monarch who was also a shrewd king, and a patron of• science and the arts. But for his successful escap- ade, England might have fin- ished for ever with her kings and queens. Narrow' in1eed was Charle's margin of safety. He ran more risks as a fugitive prince than most escaping P.O.W.s in the second world war. "Where's that rogue, Charles Stuart? X1,000 for anyone who discovers him!" Such cries cir- culated far and wide among Cromwell's .sternly drilled troops after Charles, with his hastily rallied Scottish supporters. had suffered an awful pounding at Worcester. Their cavalry look. ed fine, but, as a historian well said, the battle was not so much a defeat for Charles as a deser- tion. Charles saw it would be fool- hardy to gallop off with his pan. icky followers back to Scotland Men who ran away when mounted in good order were unlikely, he reckoned, to stand by him m defeat. How right he was. For the bulk of his former army a few days later bumped into a single troop of Cromwel- lian horse and, though greatly outnumbering it, was ignomin- ously cut' to pieces. Meanwhile, Charles disguised himself as a country peasant. He cut short his aristocratic locks, the beautiful black hair that was one day to enrapture Nell Gwyn, and drew on a pair of grey cloth breeches, a leather doublet and green jerkin. Originally he planned to ride back to London, hoping. to rally a powerful loyalist faction there. But friends, fearing for their heads, quickly dissuaded him. Then with one companion only, he tried into flee to Wales. Some ship's master at Swansea could be bribed, he thought, to smug- gle him over to France. But the enemy pressed hard at his heels. The very next day after the battl e, Cromwell's scout s, searching for him, forced him to hide in a wood. Then he stayed, quivering in the underbrush, while a troop rode by. Fbrtunately, it rained consistently hard the whole day. Otherwise the roundheads must have searched that wood from covert to covert. Towards midnight he ap- proached a mill midway be- tween Bridgnorth and Shrews- bury. Suddenly, dogs began barking: The miller, poking out his head, yelled "Who goes there?" "Neighbours going h o m e," cried RiChard Penederell, one of Charle's escorts. "If ye be neigh- bours," shouted beak the miller, "stand your ground or I'll knock you flat." Charles and his companions, sensing that the mill held round- heads, bolted at once. "Rogues, rogues!" was the fierce cry be- hind them. Men poured out of the mill in pursuit. However, after half an hour's, running by hedges, through streams, in and out of copses and spinneys, they got clear Of their hunters. Next the Y called on a squire they knew to be trustworthy, a staunch Roman Catholic whose mansion was honeycombed with hiding holes for priests. '1 daren't put you there, Sire," he said trembling. "The local mili- tia knows each one of them anti may soon be here to search tile house." $o, victualled WO some cold meat, Charles passed the night in a barn, with corn, hay and rats for company. Wisely, he' did not become carelese, or assume a hunted Look, but kept his wits' with royal astuteness; Giving up hie Welsh escape route, chiefly be- cause bridges and ferries across the Severn were well guarded, he tramped to I3oscobel, near Wolverhaftpton. He meant to shelter in a friend's house, but was warned against it. e hid himself, instead, in es giant ')ak's foliage, Its boughs, lopped off three year's earlier, had sprouted into a thick green,. In it Charles lay up for a day, feeding on bread, cheese and small beer. Sometimes he peep- ed out to see roundhead pike. men, searching bushes below for royalist fugitives. Later on he took a woman es- cort, Mrs.' Lane, and, mounted with her, passed himself off as her serving man. On the way' to Bristol, his mare stumbled and threw a shoe. While a local smith refitted the shoe, the smith suddenly said, "It's good news those rogues the Scots were well beaten, but it will be better when that rogue, Charles Stu- art, is taken. Charles, his yokel face grim- acing, added, "True; and whets taken, he deserves to be hanged, having brought so much misery On the Scots." "You speak like an honest man!" exclaimed the smith. Several times during his flight, Charles was recognized but net betrayed. Superstition, rife is that age, pointed its threatening fingers against him unavailing.. ly. His fair-haired e s c or t brought him to a cousin of hens, a Mrs. Norton, who was expect- ing a baby. When Charles ar- rived, she lost her nerve com- pletely, crying out, "The King, the King — 1 daren't look on him." She. collapsed. Her baby was stillborn and she herself hovered close on death. Penple around her looked on the prince as1?sit:cinkigye.ed r of evil. He mov off14 szarher on, acting his role as valets Charles rode brazenly In tqintlres-courtyard of a Burport infitr"'-which was packed with Crinnwellian soldiers. He barged through t h e i r midst, bowed his lady in to the main entrance, and led the horses in to the best stable,. "Help me with their oats," he called out to an ostler, The fel- low assisted,' then remarked, 'X know your face." Fortunately he prattled on about his earlier services in Ex- eter. "Why yes," said Charles, "I served there for a year—with Mr. Potter." 'That would be it," murmured th6 ostler. 91 saw you there as a boy. Come, let's have a pot of beer te- ge ii October, after be- ing a month the mast t Finally, r .' r0' hunted man in Britain, Charles boarded a small sea collier et Brighton, or Brighthelmstone ass it then was, a tiny Sussex fish - port. The boat was primed with coal and bound for Poole. But, well bribed, the master safely dumped him at Fescansp, a day's gallop from ROU Shortly afterwards he joined his mother, Queen Henrietta Maria, in Paris, a free man and free to organize the Restoiltian " 111 ..-1\41 ins 064V-411`.---• --(dp--444(401:4* True happiness springs from. Moderation GOETHE (1719 - 1$32) f Seagrairt Men who think of tomorrow practice moderation' oday Ce»Arir-----'17"----4"1"--'-,e'''-'"?P----"Ttratu • 0331}) "tfq