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The Brussels Post, 1960-02-25, Page 2BARDOT IS BACK—Brigitte Bardot swaps stage kisses with actor Jean-Paul Belmonao in Paris during her first studio session since the birth of her son, Nicolas, last month. even.doline P. Clarke Hope-Chest Luxury 620 A Real .Shockert Lad month a little dog beloved by a Toronto woman, h e c a m e suddenly .111 and died, Tito. own- er had no plaCe to give it a de- cent hurial so a .friend said "Bring it over to my garden," The grieved one started off car, eying it in rt large shopping bag, On the way she stopped in one of the big department stores and. set the bag down while she made. A quick purchase, When she turned' bock it was gone. The •clerk told her that the usual Tow- tine among shoplifter's is to go to the• nearest washroom, take out the contents end throw away .the container, Off went the owner of the little dog, opened the near- est 'washroom door and there on. the floor lay a woman in a faint, — the dog in the open, bag be- side her. With supreme presence of mind our friend p uehed through the curious customers surrounding the woman, picked. up the hag and walked out. From Gossip. KNOW THY SELF What a man believes may be ascertained, not from his creed, but from the assumptions on which he habitually acts, — George Bernard Shaw, To Size 48 PRINTED PATTERN 4963 SIZES 36-41 The two-piece dress — ideal under a coat now or as a suit 'when spring arrives. Longer collar is so smart, and slimming above curved - peplum jacket. Choose faille, cotton, wool. Printed. Pattern 4963: Wom- en's Sizes 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48. Size 36 takes 4 yards 39-inch Printed directions on each pat- tern part. Easier, accurate. Send FORTY CENTS (stamps cannot' be accepted, use •postal note for safety) for this pattern. Please print plain ly S 17. E, NAME, ADDRESS, ..S TELE NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., NeW Toronto, Ont. ILET WELIGKIN RING Lawrence Welk is cheek-to-cheek with ono of his favorites. Meet 7-monffit-eld Robbie, his lartindSbri. the child Of Welk's eldest daughter; Shirley. bOLLSVILLE Unusual beatnik dolls, called surround their creator, tadci Drailawic,. In keine: the dolls are dreSsed leeSe-fitting' tiaidaitert., toreador pahte 'end Sandals, Their Str6aglyi. wO.Olen heir is thine' tit bright and green. ► ► ► ► ► ► ► ► • ► ► • ► ► ► les. Scots. Town Of Ayr `"Look. at. the crocusesr' We ;peak the words with gay .alban- don, as we greet one another these days, For crocuses' are a tgature of our Ayrshire gardens where they thrive in our light, aandy soil, blooming, in time for Valentine's Day in 'in i d- Tehruary. The first of the fiewers. appear in my own garden in a .string-straight line of bright yellow, in .shape not unlike fat .exelarnation marks. But an exe. olamation mark should • mark an end, while the crocus starts- the flowering of spring bulbs. As happens every year, my tame blackbird makes me aware of the blooms. There he sits on a low bough of my cherry tree calling "Come out:" Off he flies down on the lawn, creeks his glossy head, and then leeks. in at the kitchen window with bright, orange-ringed eyes. It is the signal for .me to stop. work — the blackbird's utter lack of reaponaibility is infec- tious and I go out into the garden to find the crocuses growing under the Oherry tree as they have grown for longer than I can remernber. • • I contrast the yellow of the flovsers with the blackbird's orange bill and find the two warming the air with their :ftaznes of light. .Startled by this discovery, I run to the open win- dow, shouting to the Inmates of gif fmotetWkeilf. Add a flowery touch to towels, scarves, pillowcases with grace- ful, springtime motifs. Applique or embroider these 'true - to - nature sprays 01 roses and pansies. Pattern 620: pat- tern.of patches; transfer 4 motifs 6Ye x 12 inches; colour sehemes. Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (stamps cannot he accepted, use postal note for safety) for this pattern to Laura Wheeler, Box 4, 123 Eighteenth St, New Tor- onto, Ont. Print plainly PAT- TERN NUMBER, your NAME end ADDRESS. New l New i New I Our 1900 V ready NOW. I Crammedwith. ura Wheeler Needlecraft Book exciting, unusual, popular de- gns to crochet, knit, sew, ern- older, quilt, weave -- fashione, me furnishings, I oy s, gifts, eau hits, In the bdok 'EPEE quilt patterns. Hurry, send 5 cents !tor your copy. ISSUE 9— 1960 the house: "Conee and look at the crocuses!" Arid the birds cry shrilly to opt another, as though startled by the same feel of spring, Beer,Qre the yellow bloom is spent, crocuses in blue, purple, and white show in the paths and borders. The petals open into chalices when the sun shines, and ingeatieting scents steal up from the crocus cups, coaxing the bees to visit. The flowers are worth growing for the bees alone. We are proud of our erect* lawns in the town of Ayr, and since the removal of tall, iron garden railings these floral car- pets of blue and yellow are seen to advantage by pedes- trians, One garden I. used to know had its crocus carpet em- bellished with ftoral letters forming the words, "Flowers that bloom in spring,'" Another garden in the same town still has its outstanding lawn planted with crocuses, The flowers are packed as closely as daisies in a meadow, increasing cry year The owner informs me: "Nobody knows who first planted them, but we do know they have been there for one and a half centuries. No new ones have been added, nor large clumps divided." By March crocuses are at the peak of their bloom in my home town, And that is the time when our letting season begins, with everyone galvanized into sudden preparation for those who will be our house tenants for sev- eral months of the year, Fresh curtains are, hung on the win- dows, fresh paint put on front doors and garden gates. But more attractive than the paint or curtains, to those in search of a house to let, is the sight of thousands of crocuses in the lit- tle front gardens. They are irre- sistible to people who live in the city, writes Marion Hender- son in the Christian Science Monitor. While they are common to almost every British garden and grow in most parts of the world, the history of the crocus re- mains obscure. It is thought, that a pilgrim of the 12th century introduced the- plant to, Eng- land, secretary in the hollow of his staff a few corms picked up in Syria. Those corms took to British soil and were known as those of Crocus sativus, the autumn crocus, which proved a valuable source of saffron for more than 500 years in Britain. The flower of the autumn cro- cus blooms in September, rising out of the ground bare of leaves. From the strong, yellow stigma was derived the saffron that gave its name to the small Sussex town of Saffron-Walden where the industry prospered until the introduction of synthetic dyes over a century past. One of the most remarkable aspects of this industry was the fact that it took no fewer than 4,000 crocus stigmas to produce a single ounce of saffron, The price of the product was always high, for saffron was thought to be a valuable medicine as well as being used to color cakes and meat in England. Up, to the end of the last cen- tury the Irish used saffron to dye their linen, and in the Scot- tish Highlands it dyed the cur- tains of large and small houses until Victoria's reign ended. The autumn crocus, though no longer used for manufacture of any kind, appears as an orna- mental graden plant, seeming to bring back the spring when it blooms in September. It lacks the joyous look of the spring crocus and has nothing like its prodigal bloom. Spring's hap- piwt flower "children" are the first en:Vases. They recall the advice a Chinese writer gave his people: "Take time to Took your fill on the Spring flowers the sight of them renews the spirit of man and woman." Tragic •.Finish For .Bewildered Lady Lady She knew her father, Jack Barrymore, only as the madcap who took her oightelnbbing at age of 13, Her mother, ,poetess. Michael Strange, left her to the unloving Inattention of doormen and maids. By the time she was 16, despite :her. mother's 00- rielis Ian-illy wealth, sixteen foah- ionabae schools had, sent her packing. She was the "personal- ity debutante" of the season at 17, won critical .aeciairn ("sure priaingly accomplished," said. New York Times critic Brooks Atkinson) for her first appear- ance on Broadway at the age of 19, and a year Later was tapped by a Hollywood studio for 1,0e0e a-week stardom, That was Diana Barrymore, whose heart — wearied. of alco- hol and harbituates — stopped in her steep lest month in a small East Side New York apartment. She Was only 38, Undoubtedly, as she entitled a best-selling auto- blogra-Phy three years Ago,: it had all been "Too Much, Too Soon," Dark-eyed Diana never fulfill-. ed the bright early promise. Her husky voice was only a faint echo of the commanding baritone of her famous aunt, Ethel Barry- more, She lacked the theatrical virtuosity of her ferneus uncle, Lionel Barrymore, The beauty of her face,. similar some said, to the Great Profile of her father, faded with repeated failure as an artist. Whether these professional failures brought on drinking or vice versa, both became spec- tacularly apparent, as co-author Gerold Frank heted Diana AS USUAL — A young salesgirl in Algiers pushes aside shelter- ing grillwork from her place of employ. In front of the store remains the rubble of uprooted cobblestones whioh French in- surgenes made into street bar- ricades during their rebellion against the Parts government. chronicle in the autobiography. Along the dreary course; re- corded in tabloid headlines and police blotters, she ran through three marriages — to actor Bram- well Fletcher, tennis pro John Howard, and finally actor Robert Wilcox, vvho died in 1955. Wilcox's unexpected death at the age of 44, apparently shock- ed her into making a new fight' to fill a Barryntore'e role in the theatre, She struggled also to get off what a physician had call- ed "a dreadful merry-go-round (of) alcohol, barbiturates, stimu- lants." For a time, she seemed to be winning. Apparently Diana began on Christmas Eve to lose ground in ter battle. By one report, she had accepted somebody's challenge to have a drink, In any case, she was escorted out of a Broadway theatre on a recent evening as drunk and noisy. Her 'final party, however, seemed to have been a quiet gathering in her apartment. But, when a maid found her lifeless body, there on the floor stood the mute evidence of Di- ana Berrymore'e defeat: Three empty bottles. Gerold Frank read her fun- eral eulogy: "Good night, roy sweet, -my bewildered, my lost Diana." From NEWSWEElt EPITAPH? --- A conceited novelist Was walk- ing With a friend when they passed a house On which a tab- let had recently been fixed to commemorate a poet who had lived there. "I Wender what they'll, put Over my door when I die?"' said the novelist. "House to let," replied the &fetid. Another week gone by . . . a pleasant week, weather-wise. That is, until Saturday. Then we had a combination of rain, fog, ice, snow and flood-water. But thank goodness the basement re- mained dry. We went down in the middle of the night to make sure, Good weather during the past week made it easy getting around, and that was fortunate. Tuesday more quilting — quilt done and out and I brought it home to bind. For some un- known, reason no one ever seems anxious to bind the finished quilt. No 'one except me and I rather like the job. It gives me a nice feeling to cover the raw edges with a neat binding and to know that one more job is really fiinished and the quilt ready to be sent on its way — to bring comfort and warmth to someone who really needs it. I often wish I could follow — un- seen — some of our quilts to their destinations; to see and know something of the families to which they go; maybe to some outpost in northern Saskatche- wan where winters are long and ,the comforts of home dependent upon the strength and ingenuity of the people. This week we are setting up two more, quilts. Yes, we are going to punish our fingers all over again just as they are get- ting nicely healed following- the inevitable jabs and pricks with- out which no person can quilt successfully. Every time you hear an "Ouch" or a "Darn" you know someone has done it again and you pass over the adhesive or suggest a dab of nail-polish — some prefer ohe, some the other. Another highlight last week was our Institute meeting — topic,Historical Research. Four of te older members were ask- ed to give brief histories along specific lines. (1) Street names in the village and how they ori- ginated. Also history of the two churches. (2) Life of Dr. Dixie, pioneer medical man of the dis- trict. (3) History of "Cherry Hill Farm," also that of "Glenerin" now Used, as a convalescent home for Robert Simpson employees. (4) Indian history of the diatrict previous to pioneer settlement All this material will later be incorporated in our TWeedsmuir Scrapbook. The story of "Cherry Hill" al- Most made Me weep. Once the Meg beautiful house in the, dis- triet it is now almost falling apart, Not only that at one tired it was furnished with Wonder- ful handmade furniture of wal- nut,.cherry arid bird'S-eye The old house for some years now has been lived in on a rent= ed Basis' arid at sand time the Solid walnut dining-table had heart used for ironing the fam- ily wash. Asa result the Marks• Of an (Overheated iron ate burnt right into the table-top Isn't it dreadful how little respect is otter' shown for old buildings, trees and pioneer relics of all kinds? In some districts hiateti- tal societ!es are doing their best to revive interest in, arid appre= 09- Ocandingl" Friday night, is a regular ritual — shoppinK and, then grandma's, liOwever, they :came out next day and all was well. The three boys Came in. with a lovely bouquet of no, carnations for our anniversary, Incidentally we had visitors to- day and I said "Don't you like. our beautiful carnations?" "Yesr• said Mrs, Bo , "they look almost real, don't th:ey?".:,""Xoeelt r exclaimed, *""ther ATtirrealr Now I .ask you, 'how can you win? 'Mrs, B. had to smell the carnations before she would be- lieve 1 wasn't kidding, Compact Cars Russian Style If someone in Moscow wants to bu y a Moskvitch, Russia's "economy" c' r, he coughs up 25,000 rubles ($6,500 at the offi- cial rate of exchange, $2,500 at the more realistic tourist rate) and puts his name on the wait- ing list. Two years later, if he's still around, he gets it. In less than 30 days, however, Joe Smith, American, will be able to get the same car for only $1,500 — and it's quite •possible he won't have to wait at all. The cliaference, apart from ideologies, is soft-spoken, persistent Robert Castle, 31, of Herkimer, N.Y. Castle, a prosperous auto deal- er (Ford, Renault, Fiat — about 2,500 sales a year) with real- estate and financing interests in Herkimer and nearby Syracuse, trekked to the Soviet Exhibition in New York one day last sum- mer along with some 40,000 tour- ists. Castle had heard of the Moskvitch (literally, "Moscow resident") — a four-seat, four- . door, four-cylinder car with 45 hip. engine -- and there he saw it. He liked it, wanted to sell it, and immediately opened negotiations with the Anitorg Trading Corp., official Soviet trading organization in the U.S. A 'few weeks ago in Moscow, Castle signed a contract giving him an exclusive franchise to distribute' 10,000 Moskvitch cars _in the U.S. in the next two years. Castle said the -first of the little Moskvitches would start arriv- ing around the end of April at the rate of 500-a-month (sedan and station-wagon models) with sufficient parts to service them. He added, that he had inspected Russia's Moskvitch production facilities, and had been assured 'the Soviets could 'ship him all the cars he could 'sell. Was Detroit quivering at the unexpected competition? Not at all. "Who'd buy them?" snorted one U.S. automan. "Just some crackpots who'd like to say they own a Russian car." Castle was undaunted. By the end of the week, he claimed he had already received more than 50 inquiries from aspiring Moskvitch dealers from coast to coast. 'X don't want,.to ,go, down, in htstory like you; ,I'd. be glad to go anywhere." ciation of, historical landmarks but alas, in many cases it is already too late. So much has been lost. In the Old Country everything possible is done to preserve historic sites but in Canada all too often trees and old buildings are doomed for destruction by powerful, relent- less bulldozeri. How does this wholesale des- truction come about? I know one way. For some years now property owners have been ap- proached by real estate brokers or representatives of a land- deal syndicate and a tempting price offered for farm or small holding. The business is done through -lawyers, the identity of the actual purchaser remains ob- scure, The owner feels he cannot afford to turn down a good offer so in due time the deal is closed. Later the former owner feels terribly upset to see his old house in ruins and his once carefully tended fields over-run with weeds, But he has burnt his bridges and no amount of regret can replace them. Finan- cially he has made a good deal and he has to face the fact that you can't eat your cake and have it too. Now for the 'latest on family news. The day after Eddie had his cast off Jerry went to the doctor's to have an abscess lanced on his neck, and then again on Friday. When he found Daddy was stopping the car out- side their'. own home there was 'trouble., "No — no,— not home.