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Zurich Herald, 1956-06-14, Page 6ANNf' WPST) yw.n. ra�n:Qv �.�«ae9os "'Dear Anne Hirst: Once you printed the story of an aged mother neglected by all her children, and you implied they would suffer accordingly, through the law of retribution. What do you think will happen to this woman I write you about? She never visited her ill mother for years, and never cared how the old lady was getting along. Yet she, still enjoys the best there is in life. Her husband's income has more than doubled during the last few years, her two children still love her dear- ly. I'm notsaying they shouldn't, but why does she have every- thing when she cheated her own mother of any filial affection? "That mother was my mother's best friend. Left a widow, she went to work to send this girl through college, and deprived herself of genteel living that her daughter might have the best and meet the nicest people. Lit- erally, she died a year ago of a broken heart, because her only girl was too busy (and consider- ed herself too superior) to bother with an old and failing parent. Will this daughter, too, get her come-uppance? You must know many such situations. Maybe I'm not a good Christian, but it would cheer me up if I thought she would be punished in her lifetime. MATILDA" For Boys and Girls Nothing prettier for play than these adorable little baby sets! Sewing a cinch — " embroidery too! Flower embroidery for girls; teddy bears for boys! Pattern 760; To fit 6 -month, 1 -year, 18 - month babies. Tissue pattern, transfers, directions included. State size. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS (stamps cannot be accepted, use postal note for safety) for this pattern to Laura Wheeler, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto. Print plainly PATTERN NUM- BER and SIZE; your NAME and ADDRESS. Our gift to you—two wonder- ful patterns for yourself, your home—printed in cur Laura Wheeler Needlecraft book for 1956! Dozens of other new de- signs to order—crochet, knit- ting, embroidery, iron -ons, nov- elties. Send 25 cents for your copy of this book NOW—with gift patterns printed in it! a RETRIBUTION * Many letters have come to me * that suggest a son or daughter * who forgets his or her mother * pays for it in the end. In my * personal experience, I have * known two instances compar- * able to the one you quote. One. * son married and moved to the * coast, and he never so much * as opened the letters his moth- * er wrote him every week. If * it had not been for his wife, * the mother would never have * heard anything of him as long * as she lived, For some years * he prospered, but recently he * was stricken with an incurable * disease, and he rages at his fate. * retributioe? Perhaps, * The daughters of another * wonderful mother not only ne- * glected her parents, but was * actually cruel to them. She lost * her only child a year ago, and * she wonders why. • In the case you cite, this daughter may indeed be enjoy- * ing all the good things of life * —but who can predict how her * children will treat her when she * grows old and troublesome? * They may turn their backs — * or they may not. Often one * does not live long enough to * know what punishments awaits * such a heartless person. * In contrast to these examples * the parents of five married chil- * dren I know came east recently "' to visit them; the mother is * frail, and felt it might be the • last • time she could see them, * for they were scattered across * the land. Every child visited * her, bringing their children and * grandchildren, and I know that * one couple borrowed money for * the trip. She was the beloved * centre of attention; they pour- * ed out their love and gratitude * as only good children can. * Their visit was a continuous * triumph for her, and they left • her with a heart full of thanks- * giving and peace. * Next time such righteous in- * dignation gets you down, think * of the cherished parents you t know whose old age is made * beautiful by the reverence of * their families — and multiply ' their number by the thousands * like them. It is a more cheer- * ing thought to live with. BRIEF ANSWERS To "Discouraged": Show all the letters the soldier wrote you to your mother, and promise her that from now nn she will see each one as it arrives. I think she will relent. 4, * * To "undecided": I cannot agree with your attitede. You took ex- ception to a natural incident that involved your husband, instead of understanding it for the innocent one it was. I suggest you get this straightened out with him before he loses all patience with you. * * * To "Worried Now": It is pos- sible to overdo apologies. This boy is annoyed that you keep bringing up the matter, though I understand why you insist Later, he will realize he has been unreasonable. Until he does, keep silent. * * * To "Perplexed": Instead of be- ing heartbroken that your sol- dier's letters come seldom now, remind yourself that many situ- ations which do not involve you can prevent his frequent writing. Being understanding now is your role, so play it well. * * * To "Sad Bob": If you persist in your attentions to this girl, she will lose all respect for you. She has been frank to say that she prefers the other man, and that is that. I know how pain - HEAVY ARTILLERY -- Big gun in the war against cancer is this six-million,•volt linear electron accelerator, recently unveiled at Stanford University. Model sits in adjustable, revolving chair which positions a patient in front of gun's muzzle Generation nand projection of high energy X-rays for treatment of deep seat - id cancer is controlled from outside the lead-Iined room. saes: :,. FASHIONS FROM PARIS — In France, we see milady, right repellent "finery" fashioned Garde Republicaine, at left, brass helmet and "pony tail. the newest hat styles from .Paris, , wearing the latest in light, sun- from a folded newspaper. The is Tess comfortable in his heavy lI ful this period is, but call on your pride and go your way. * * CORRECT "Dear Anne Hirst: I am 15 and I'm going to the Prep senior prom. The boys are wearing tuxedos. I have a gown I wore to a wedding last year which I can have cut down to ballerina length. YVETTE" The gow:,n you have, with the alternations you suggest, is en- tirely correct. * * Are your parents still living? Arnie Hirst urges you to cherish them while you can..Their time is short, and this can be the hap- piest period of their lives IF their children make it so. Write your problems to Anne Hirst, at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto. Ipling Treasure in !Nast 'gasket So many years ago that I have quite lost count, I had an open bookshop across the street from Wanamaker's. A woman I knew slightly came in one day, and asked if I had ever heard of Rudyard Kipling. "Who is Rudyard Kipling?" I asked, or words to that affect. She gave me a copy of John Lovell's edition of Barrack Room Ballads. I read it. Of course you know how youngsters (I was in niy 20's). are carried away by enthusiasm for a book. I was carried away by that one, and the odd thing is I have never changed my mind. I thought then, and I think now, that Rudyard Kipling was the greatest writer of my generation. . I have always had the run of Frank Doubleday's publishing offices; I worked for him once, and my brother was his partner. Doubleday was noted for his enormous wastebasket, which stood up higher than his desk. One day I was in his office, and noticed some galley proofs just within my reach in his waste- basket. "What are those, Effendi?" I asked. "Oh, those are the galleys of Kim. We've gone into pages, and we don't need the galleys." I fished the proofs out. There seemed to be two or three hun- dred corrections in Kipling's hand. "Look here, Effendi," I said, "fifty-fifty on what I get for these." The great Kipling collector of that time was a man named Wil- liamson. He got a bargain when he paid me $750 for the galleys. As Kipling became better known, copyright protection on his works grew important. Until recently it was necessary in such cases, under American copyright .law, to make separate printings.. . I remember as if it were yesterday the time when Double- day, my brother Sam, and Kip- ling stood by the press while the special copyright printing of The White Man's Burden came off. The edition was ten copies, and then the type was destroyed. --- From "The Adventures of . a Treasurer Hunter," by Charles P. Everitt. Drive With C "GIRL IN THE" . . . Joyce Mc- Guire wears a slightly altered version of the ad man's famous attire, the gray flannel suit. Joyce has been names! "The Girl in the Gray Flannel Suit" by the National Industrial Advertisers' Association. .HIS APPROACH Tide magazine gets into the act by this story of Jim Hack, veteran agent of the New York Life Insurance Company, and how he sold his first big policy years ago in Peoria, Illinois. Hack approached the prospect and asked in a faint, uncertain tone: "You don't want to buy any life insurance, do you?" The prospect, a big, bluff bas- ' so with an enviable reputation as a Sales Manager, roared that he certainly did not. Hack then mumbled: "I thought you didn't," and shuffled • around looking at his feet making for the door but not quite getting there. The Sales Manager called him back. "Look here," he said, "my job isto hire and train salesmen and you're just about the .worst specimen I've ever seen. You'll never sell people anything by asking if they don't Want it" And so on and so on. At the end of the lecture the Sales Man- ager had another idea and said: "Apparently you're just starting out and need a break if anyone ever did, so I'll sign for a $10,000 policy right now. Where's the blank?" Hack produced it and soon the deal was closed. But the Sales Tanager wasn't through. "One last word of advice, young man," he said. "Learn a few standard, organized sales talks." "Oh, I've already done that," said Hack. "I've got a standard ready -mode talk far every type of prospect. What you just heard is my organized approach to Sales Manners." W HRONItCES 1NGERFARM. -te Give.sesioLttast Clearksz "I'm worried," said Partner as he came into dinner one day last week. "Ole and what's the matter now?" (I was prepared for any thing—a §ick cow, a dead calf, contrary hens, bridge washed away or a flooded stable.) So I was quite surprised at the answer I got. "I'm worried," re- peated Partner, "because I hav- en't heard the frogs yet, and I can't remember a spring with- out 'them." "You're right. Come to think of it I haven't heard them either —not here anyway." So now we are wondering , . . is the ab- sence of frogs peculiar to this district, or is it the same else- where? If so what is the rdason? Yes, I know it has been cold but we have . had other cold springs and on sunny days we would hear the frogs. Could it be the songsters of the swamp have succumbed to some kind of disease? I hope not. Wouldn't it be strange on warm, summer evenings not to hear the frogs? Perhaps they just got tired of waiting for the spring and de- cided to try a period of hiber- nation. Come to think of it that isn't such a bad idea. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep through the bad weather and wake up some morning to find spring definitely here? But since that isn't pos- sible we just have to do the best we have with what we've got. Like the sparrows. Did you know the sparrows recently held a council and decided they couldn't wait until the shrubs were in leaf—they were going to raise a family anyway. So now they are building nests among the bare branches—and that is something I haven't seen before. Flowering bulbs have also decided to defy the weather and are bravely forcing their growth through the soil. That I was glad to see because last spring I planted a number of bulbs among the trees bordering a nearby field. And then Part- ner let the calves out to pasture and I was quite sure they would gobble up the green shoots and root out my bulbs. But they evidently didn't as there are shoots coming up in exactly the right places. So maybe this year the calves will have daffodils and narcissi to feed on. I was really anxious about those bulbs as they were more or less of an experiment. Fall bulbs planted in the spring I am sure I spoke of it in this column last year . about finding a basket of forgotten bulbs in the woodshed, matted and grown together just as if they were in the ground. And I separated and planted them. And now here they are, having survived pasturing calves and the cold spring. Speaking again of the unsea- sonable weather it just occurred to me if we can't get on with the spring work we might as well, prepare for the fall. And I mean that quite seriously. Yes, indeed, because• do you know the advance fall fair prize lists are already out including that of the Canadian National Exhi- bition. Now is the time to look over them and decide on the various classes in which we can compete. During the months to come there will be many hours that could be put to good advan- tage—by those who have time to spare, and for convalescents. Hours when it will be too hot, or too strenuous an undertaking, to do gardening or baking, but just right for working on em- broidered pillow cases or knit- ting a baby set. After all the success of any fall fair depends on the exhibitors. Haven't you sometimes attended a country fair and passed the remark— "Well, there wasn't much to look at in the Hall this year!" So , whose fault was it? If there is a dearth of exhibits in the hall who is to blame? There are surely classes enough to suit everyone—for knitting, sewing, embroidery, baking, rugs, quilts and all kinds of arts and crafts. It has been said that we all have some special talent, that everyone is good at doing some- thing. So the person who can bake an extra special cake, or has the artistic ability to da fine specimens of shell work, or is skilled in any other way, defi- nitely has something to contri- bute to her local fall fair --and possibly to the C.N.E. Perhaps you will wina prize—perp cps you won't—but in any case you will have clone your part and contributed something towards the success of the fair. It takes time, and a very special effort, to fix up a piece of work for the fair. But if we all followed the line of least resistance and didn't bother to exhibit any- thing at all, what would happen to our Fall Fairs? If we don't do our part what right have we to say "There wasn't much to Took at in the Hall this year." You will find a variety of classes for your own local Fall Fair and there will be over two hundred classes waiting for your work at the Women's Division of the C.N.E. The rest is up to you and me. Entry forms for the C.N.E. are available now En-. tries for handicraft close July 6. For further information write to, Director of Women's Activi- ties, Women's Building, C.N.E., Exhibition Park, Toronto 2B. FOR HE WHO HICKS Audley C. Hawkins, of Lin- coln, Illinois, was so disgusted when he reeled in a pair of -old trousers that he gave the pants a scornful kick. He got a stab in the ,foot. A ten -inch catfish was inside the pants! Weeks Sew -Thrifty gy-Apte. -44$14 Sew -thrifty wardrobe for the toddler set! A cool, cute, play- suit (that opens fiat for easy ironing too)—dainty dress and matching petticoat! Jiffy -sew several in gay cottons—keep her, neat and pretty all summer long! Pattern 4754: Toddler Sizes 1, 2, 3, 4. Sizes 2 dress, 1% yards 35 -inch fabric; slip, 1 yard; play- suit, 7/s yard. This pattern easy to use, sim- ple to sew, is tested for fit. Haa complete illustrated instructions. Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (35t) (stamps cannot be accep- ted, use postal note for safety) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS and STYLE NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, 123 Eighteenth St., New Tor- onto, Ont. THAT'S OUR MOM! -- Mrs. Earl Warren, wife of the Chief Jut* flee of the United States, receives congratulatory hugs front daughter Virginia, left, and daughter-in-law Mrs. Earl Warren, Jr., right. The occasion; Mrs. Warren was named "Mother of the Year" by the Variety Club.