The Brussels Post, 1956-06-27, Page 2'1411RST
Yamily 414#140,44.
Our girls nave greater social,
freedoms than any others in
the world. If you do not abuse
yours, your parents will trust
your judgment. If you are at
odds with them, tell Anne Hirst
about it; she understands you,
and them, and has helped thou-
sands of youngsters toward a
harmonious family life. Ad-
dress her at Box 1, 123 Eight-
eenth St., New Toronto, Ont.
The eyes of a whale are set
far back and look in opposite
directions. They cannot be
moved to look straight ahead
or behind. If Mr. Heapbigfish
wants to see what's on the horn-
ion, he must stand up in the
water and slowly turn around.
"Dear— Anne Hirst: Just be-
fore Christmas, a man I'd known
nearly a year asked me to mar-
ry him. I had several qualms,
however, and asked him to
wait. He grew tired of that,
and left town . . Then I knew
I loved. him , . .
"I have tried vainly to be
friendly since; and let him see
that I feel differently now; but
he is bitter, and besides, he's
going with another girl. I'm
sure she is not right for him,
and I'm afraid he will marry
her.
"Must I lose him again? Or
is there anything I can do? I
am .25 and I take marriage
seriously, and now I know
where I want it.
WISHING,"
* I am afraid this man does
* not love you as he once de-
* dared, or he would jump at
4' the chance you offer. If I am
* mistaken in this, then he is
* being spiteful --and who
* would marry a man that
* could hurt you so? To my
* mind, what has happened is
* for the best.
* You cannot do more than
* you have done, so 'face the
* truth and plan your future
* differently. I am sorry.
* mall you do not love. I. am
* net unsympathetic, but I urge
• you to calm down. Parents
* aren't like that today. Yours
* aren't jailers who insist yOU
• marry someone you do not
* love, or else. They love you
* dearly, and only want to in-
* sure your married happiness.
* Your father and mother will
4. not hate you when yon re-
* fuse,
* Why didn't you. say "no"
* when the man proposed, and
write your boy friend the
* truth? They had their reasons
* to forbid you to date him;
for one thing, they could not
* rely on him to bring you
* home at a proper hour
* (which ‘Vas partly your fault),
-4, end X am sure they complain-
* ed more than once about this
* and other objections they had.
* If your beau had taken them
* seriously and mended his
* ways, this need never have
* happened. They were within
* their rights; any sensible par-
* eats would have done the
* same.
* You have built this situa-
* tion into a dramatic crisis.
* How many romantic novels
* have you been reading late-
* ly? How many silly movies
* based on forgotten Victorian
* discipline?
All you have to do is to
* say you don't want to marry
* your brother's friend. It is
* as simple as that.
* *
LOVE IS LATE
QUEER EYES
* * *
CHOLLY CHARLENE AND HER CHIMP — Opera and concert
soprano Charlene Chapman finds it a ticklish situation as her
pet monkey, Porfirio, clambers about her neck. The singer's
small zoo of pets at her home includes a kinkajou, macaw,
cheetah, boxer dog and an ocelot.
itaaIt-fOURSELF NUN Sitter 4loyalUi of Edinburgh,teofidekti
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oDear Anne. Hirst: What goes
an with parents, anyhow? X
love mine dear/3', therVA.
ways given me everything I
want, until now. I'm 17, and
they have tossed out the only
boy I love because of the hours
we've been keeping, and lots of
Other complaints they've thought
up, They have decided. another
man will make me a better hus-
band, and they told my sweet-
heart I'm going to marry him,
(I. didn't have a chance to
plain), That was four weeks
ago, and now when my beau
Passes me on the street he
doesn't even stop. I am disgust-
ed!
"The man they've chosen is
a friend 04 my brother's, but
older; I've always liked him,
but not as a prospective hus-
band . . I am afraid to dis-
obey my parents for fear they
will hate me arid disown me if.
I refuse. Can you rescue me
from this future they have set
their hearts on?
JENNIFER,"
* Most of us are romantic
* when we are 17, in love with
* one boy or another and plan-
* ring a thrilling future when
* we marry. You are seeing
* yourself, I expect, as a love-
* ly young heroine imprisoned
• by cruel parents, only to be
• freed if you will marry a
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We Hitch4rIlked
Te Belle Isle
Go, a golden day In August, we
dug out" Wee, despondently into, OW
Sand beach at,Seven islands, Que.
bee, and contemplated the ltarbOtig-
the long, raltisn: ere .heata waiting;
their turn, at the,already:-.occupied
ore (1Q01p.„..4, few small fishing
bouts riding at anchor,-„ tite little
pleasure cruisers of tlie come-lately
townspeople in this boom twin We
Were completely depressed,.
Our car we had left In Buie Coil.
eau, the ead or the 4it,,,..4w4y along
the north shore of tbte St, bewrenee
River, some 110 miles west, We had
taken the regular ferry to Seven
Ielentle and were now starting wist-
fullyel
d, possibly
toward, tee, Straits of Belle
Isle ee. wondering new the blue-
eyed world we eettlOSSIbLe get
t
We felt a little like the famous
mountaineer who, when asked why
he wanted to climb a certain mouot-
ain, replied 1l utter surprise, "Well,
it's tneee, Isn't it?"
We felt the same way. We wain-
ed to travel the Cote Nord, that
550-mile fringe at Quebec's Labra.
doe that borders the Gulf of St.
Lawrence. It was there, wasn't it?
True, a lone freighter from Quebec
ntede the trip at irregular intervals,
anchoring for out in rocky harbours
and cutting calls es -ehort es pos.
Sible, Tbat, definitely, was not for
us! •
"Try the goclettes, If you want to
see the coast," they had suggested
in. Quebec City. But, alas, the pen
ettes were under strict regulations
that said "no passengers on small
coastal freighters:, Besides that,
Seven Islands was time turn-about
place for most of them. We still
yearned — hopelessly — for the
Straits of Belle Isle.
So we wiggled our toes and stared
wistfully o7ii past Big Bonle, the
biggest of the seven islands and a,
one tithe Indian look-out, We sigh-
ed, deeply. Wild never, never make
it unless we hitch- hiked —
"H t c h- biked !" said John
thoughfully.
"I-Etch-hiked !" sent I entImeias7
tiea it y.
Am\d so we did,
We did — thanks to the hoseit-
able people of the coast who let us
ride with them, stay with them
and evert delighted that a couple
of countrymen thought it worth
while actually to came clown this
remote coast because they really.
truly, wanted to see it.
Our first boat Was time Maris
Stella, our first benefactor the-blue-
eyed, enthusiastic doctor who was
taking a T. B. clinic down the Cote •
Nord.
"Certainly -- mine along!" Dr.
Billet generously told us. "We're
going as far as elingan and Havre
St. Pierre I his time —fl n d from there
you can probably make arrange-
ments better than in Seven Is-
lands.
We steamed out of i7",even Is-
lands as sunset stained the sky,
A long ore boat was just coming 'In-
to the harbour to collect its cargo:
and our last glimpse of the ore
port: was of the little pilot boat,
lit up like a Christmas tree, chug-
ging across that perfect harbour to
escort it in.
We slept to a gentle rocking, mind
the intuenur of water along a ship a
side. We woke next morning to an
ominously familiar sound.
Beeeeeee obbithhhhhhehlihn !"
muttered n fog hormi outside the
porthole,
"Oh it's always foggy off Min-,
gnu." the captain assured us cheer-
ily as we climbed on deck into a
white cotton fog, hilt ii will (leer."
Tie went off whistling,
"Lovely day, isn't it?" inquired
the X - ray teehnienn, and he too
was wreathed in smiles— anti was
blissfully fishieg over the Side of
the becalmed Merle Stella!
Bet time captain was right, and lime
fog cleared after breakfast, We
steamed out of a"mist-and-sunshine
mixture andup' to the big dock ef
elingan — incoegronsly big dock
to front an Indian village!
Here had been a wartime base,
end the dock, ft s well as an excell-
ent air strip beck in the bush, were
the useful peacetime left- overs. e
It wasn't the dock, however, kit the
Village that interested na and a
glimpse of the Motitagnais Indians
who had lx'tn living along this
roast since the time of Cartier.
As we .1.; trOl ied along the tents and
grey homes, the little church, the
tethered dogs and the lielf-finiebed
canoes, we didn't; go unobserved.
Motitnenais ladies, in aekle-length
1)10 id skirts and traditional top
limey Meet:noels limits, eyed es
feota a distance. When we midi-
misty moved around, to take ti .
pieture, they just eautiotisi'y
moved too, so that a tent, as box or
a canna comisit:taly foiled es,
Wieniever We approached an fit-
tliatt canoe Maker; he &thee stopped
work, nssetned a PaiddittO Ike al;.
titude or contemplation, or Tied ni•
together, Only one 801fili pUp
seCitletl eimoneeetiea.
"It's you," jobb decided.
"They don't know mviitit you ate —
Men ; WObian or 'WW1 hi
slacks!" Ile Clitiellied, mind another
Monttignais took flight into a tent,
one Lin slacks before,"
"They're titobriblY never Seen
"Humph!" I retorted, tut, silent.
ly, I Wished at least r hadn't
Chosen to weaf plaid slacks that
day!
The ship's Crew Were Mere
fill, "Keep wandering atoned, 4 they
advised Its. get used to
yob,"
We wandered around. tp and
"C/-;:;•acsE H-BOMB" — Taking
a break from her filming, Chin-
ese movie actress Helen Asia
relaxes in a western-style bath-
ing suite in Hongkong. Helen
has" been named "The Chinese
H-Bomb" by t h e Formosan
troops.
down, back, and forth, with com-
plete aimlesenese, as if we saw a
efontagnn is village every day of our
lives and were bored by such mon-
otony. By the time we returned to
the Maids Stella, we reported coll..'
siderable success.
"How'd you make out?"
"Just fine," we said pridefully.
"They ignore us!"
We liked the Montagnais of the
Cote Nord. They are a shy, quiet,
rather good- looking people, and
Canada's most primitive Indians,
In Sevens Islands,. they have hovered
to progress, moved into houses and
even taken to riding the ore trains
to their hunting grounds. But in
Megan — and farther east at Rom-
aine and St. Augustin — they are
less touched" by the white people.
They pitch their tents and Make
their Canoes and go, as theit an-
cestors did, to the ancestral Mint-
ing grounds in the Labrador inter-
ior.
We watched an old man putting
the Hoek boaeds into his canoe with
brown, gnarled fingers; and Mar-
Veiled. Each plede of a Montagnais
canoe is hand- made, and so neatly
fitted that nails are used only for
tacking the canvas to the gun=
wales. And, although the canvas
today is from "The a.y", the skill
is a very, tery ancient
Just once along timat coast did We
meet a Montagnaia men WhO seemed
to have adopted the barter system of
Indians who Bee farther west in
Canada and keep an eye on the
tourist treele,
That tall, leen Indian invited us
into his tent, filled With the fresh-
smelling spruce shavings. Prom un-
`der a packing Citsei he drew his of-
ferings of the tourist - Whiting In-
(Ilene; it Was typietil. A Ole of weft-
made, lightly-beaded Mellen Mod-
eaeltis.
Rut there the resemblance:
MERRY MENAGERIE
' teal the Christmas
'
spirit all
roundi4
For these moccasins -,..croas my
heart! — were lined with mink!.
The mink- lined Indian moccasins.
were behind us. So were many miles
of the Quebec Cote Nord that day,
as we stood on a high,. windy hill-
top above the English - speaking
village of Harrington.
Below, in a Lilliputian harbour,
we could, just see our last "home",
the Grenfell Ship, Northern Mes-
senger, tugging at Its anchor. The
good doctor on board had been one
of our good Samaritans on this
hitch - hiking route along the coast.
So `had•en X-ray clinic on the Marts •
Stella. So had an affable and al-
together charming Frenchman, crui-
sing_ the coast timat 'summer on a
government land survey.
Now. below us to the left e the
little 5.'-foot mail boat Nimited to
take us on the final lap, of Our
• journey to time Straits of Belle Isle.
Our arrangements were made with.
"lincle•Norm" Jones, who promised
to' take us with him--along with
the mail and a crate full of husky
pups bound -for Bale St. Paul,
But the weather for two clays had
refused us the co-operation that
the coastal people had given us so
willingly. The south-east wind has
been whooping and hollering across
the sulky Clef of St. Lawrence.
spitting with rain and ill temper.
' Looking down on those sea- wash-
ed rocks .below us, we. knew this
was no coast to cruise in a storml
Catching our breath against the
wind, we remembered the whim-
sical description of the origin of
this' land, related than morning by
our North Shore hostess, in Harring-
ton. — By Adelaide Leitch in The
Canadian Clel,
"Good morning,, doctor," said
the young man. "I just dropped
in to tell you how much I bene-
fitted from your treatments."
"But you're not a patient of
mine," the doctor said,
"No, It was my uncle. I'm his
heir,"
RONItLES
:6114GEREARI4 42
At long last the countryside
is looking very green and very
beautiful. And there is blossom
everywhere-cherry and apple
trees, flowering almond and ja-
ponica, all in full bloom. This in
spite of several anxious nights
When frost threatened to black-
en flowers, fruit blossoms and
vegetables. From present indi-
cations lilacs and lilies of the
valley should soon be out in
bloom, shedding their fragrance
into the air. About a month late;
of course, but better late than
never, don't you think? And now
that we can get around in the
garden without rubber boots
isn't it fun 'finding out what
plants have survived the winter?
I was delighted ,tci find pansies
in blown and ever. so many
Seedlings, of the Siberian veall:'
flower one of my readers gave
Me last year. Also now ShOote. Of
iris and a feW perennials. All
my gerfirtitims are now outside
—but still in thoir tots—it has
been far to Wet to set them out
in the garden, But, oh, dear( I
Was really afraid I 'Was going
to lose them all. It was that very
hot day that I Carried all the
plantS out to the garddh, And
what happened? You rehierriber,
don't yott—the temperature Sild-
denlY dropped and We had frost
fdr two nights, I look a chance
and did hot CoVer, the geranitlita.,
Mkt hiething I was tattiest
afraid to look at them, Finally
I plucked up courage—,and they
were all right. After caring for
the plants all winter wouldn't
it have been awful to lose them
in June'(
Another thing we did on that
first hot day last week was take
the furnace pipes down.arid clean
thorn, At* least. Partner did, I
also thought summer had come
and put my coat in storage. Two
days later , . well, I didn't get
my coat home but we were only
too glad to have the furnace
going agein, Partner says we
shall soon have to make plans
each year for getting in our
"summer" coal supply, Was
there ever such a chilly first
week in June? However, it is
nice weather for housecleaning,
Among other things I managed
to get all our windows cleaned
.last week—at least on the inside.
Until then we were looking at
the world "through a glass dark-
ly." The outside I couldn't clean
as most of the windows still
have the storms on. Guess we
hadn't better take them off yet.
Just as well not to get too rash
all at once. Maybe I was even a
little premature in getting an
oil change in the car the other
day. Incidentally while that
little job was being done the
garage lent me a car to come
home with. When I got into it I
wondered if it would fall apart
before I got home. Then I no-
ticed it carried a "safety check"
sticker and that the motor
seemed to be running Well, so I
felt reassured—which confirms
an opinion expressed by some-
one a few days ago that safety
stickers may build up a false
sense of security, Anyway at the
red traffic light the car stalled
and I couldn't start it. I fussed
around with the ignition, turn-
ing it on and off, but nothing
happened. A truck driver came
to my assistance, pressed the
button, and away she went. I
had forgotten that some cars
have push-button starters! Even
my little Morris was automatic.
I'll be more observant next time
I drive a strange car—which
isn't likely to be often because
under ordinary circumstances I
refuse to drive, any car other
than my own.
Well, I imagine the first few
days of June, 1956, will be re-
membered for other things be-
sides the cool weather. ,There
was at least one hot spot—the
House of Commons at Ottawa.
If, and when, the gas gets mo-
ving one can imagine it might
be almost hot enough to warp
the pipes. It is to be hoped
there are not too many heart at-
tacks before the affair is settled.
Such terrific projects as there
are taking place from time to
time. I wonder how many peo-
ple saw "The St. Lawrence Sea-
way Story" on television? It
gave a very clear picture of
what is happening, but yet, the
overall picture is so immense
and with.' such far-reaching re-
sults, that -it staggers the ima-
gination. .What a marvellous age
we are living in! Don't you hate
to miss One single detail of all
the developrhents that are - in
progress, many of which ere he-.
yond our understanding? We
know some folk like to be a big
fish in' a -little -puddle. but I
think it.„ is. far _more. exciting--to
be a little fish in a great, big
puddle. There are exceptions, of
course. Poi.. instance, .here comes
an extra big fish ; . . our new
grandson is jtiat arriving for his.
first visit* to Ghigor Farm. He
doesn't knOw it; but Id the-mo-
ment he- is a very, very big fish. -
And the rest of us splash around
very happily in the little puddle
which we have created around
him. Well, there you are, that
contradicts my previous state-
ment, of course—but then, life
is full of paradoxes, isn't it?
Including the weather. For in-
stance—"What is so rare as a
day in June?" I wouldn1 know
for it's raining again.
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