The Brussels Post, 1961-03-30, Page 2CHASE AWAY THE BLUES IN THE NIGHT — Suzane Vayda, 19,
is the only all-night disc jockey in Toronto, Canada, and her
soothing husky voice is much appreciated, While on the air, she
gets many phone calls from night workers, who just want to
talk, Of course, some callers try to arrange dates but most
are content to talk. HAONIC
INGERFARAI 4 Owlet-tad-true k42.41ue
Last week the CBC program
"Close-Up" certainly gave view-
ers plenty to talk about. 1A7d
thought it was somewhat repeti-
tious but we sat it through to the
end. As we watched neither of
us was too happy about it. For
one thing we knew it must have
been rehearsed and that made
the tears and emotion seem some-
what unreal. As a. show it was
excellent but as a news story
I don't know, But still I don't
see how anyone could. really
blame Mr. Exelby. He probably
thought of it as just a job and
a means of making a few dol-
lars, so why not take it? I don't
suppose he anticipated any ad-
verse publicity. Apparently most
of the criticism against him was
because he resigned from a $6000
a year job last fall, because it
showed "little' promise for the
future". Well, what's, wrong
with being ambitious—even if it
WEDDING BELLS WILL RING IN JUNE — Edward Duke of Kent,
25-year-old cousin of Queen Elizabeth and eighth in line of SUC-
cession to the throne, and his fiancee, Kathleen Worsley, 28,
daughter of Sir William and Lady Worsley, stroll in the garden
at Kensington Ealace, Miss Worsley and, the Duke will be mar-
ried June 8 in the 950-year-old St. Peter's Cathedral in York.
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ANYONE FOR TENNI5? — Ten-
nis player Model, Nyda Ma.
thin, of London, ...shows off a
newly styled coat of long hair-
ed Acrilan. The gartnent is for
spriing wear.
Was A Lesend „..„
to His -Lifetime,
"There are only three or.fout
of us titans left." Sir Thorna;
Beecham boasted ns his tlOkit
birthday nearly twat Years ago.
"One by oee they depart —
Strewn, but twangler, Toseenini.
Bahia. I feel like IlohiosOn
Crusoe on a desert islandsbut.
where's my man Friday?"
With Sir Themes's death last
month in London (nr a cerebral
thrombosial, one more titan de-
parted, ere outrageously outpok-
en and irreverent titan, to he
sure, but a. true Olympian m
spirit and need, Hi •Jevian fire
was witlivring to all who felt the
burning lash cf his tongue and
pen. but the climate cf British
music today owes • trueh of its
healthy vigor to the little battl-.
ing baronet With .the goateed.
chin and the gimlet • eYe. •
With a. fortune which came
from Beecharrns laxative pills.
the peppery enadueter oraanized
orchestras and opera companies
and brought music not only to
London but to all of the pro-
' +Ames. He ehainpicited Handel,
Haydn, Mczart, Berlioz, and
Straus e when those cemposers
were novelties in the orchestral
renertoire, net staples a they
are today.
As a conductdr, Sit Thomas's
me'nor" was phennmenal—and
variable. At a perferreance
Marahester.ene .roornorible night
years ago, he walked in at the
last moment, picked up his baton
and whispered to the concert-
master; "lav the way. what opera
are we doinef tontent?" On an-
other occasien„ after performing
a symphony he did not admire,
he turned again to the first .vio-
lirist and said, rather audibly:
"Why don't you play?" "It's
over," muttered the uncomfort-
able fiddler. ."Thank God!" sigh-
ed Beecham.
Sir Thomas's contempt for
singers was as monumental as
his dislike for modern music
("Not only dead, but thrice
damned"). When accused once
of drowning out the great La-
uritz Melchior and Frieda Leider
in a performance of "Tristan and
Isolde," he retorted: "I was per-
forming a public service."
"The ghost of Bizet no less
than of Mozart must surely stir
at the thought of his demise,"
wrote The .Manchester Guardian.
"But if he was a genius he was
also a licensed jester, a prodigy,
a prodigal . . . and was at all
times to be watched with awe as
well as affection, like a volcano.
Like Toscanini, he became a leg-
end in his lifetime."
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Making' A Purchase
— Persian Style
A pleasant refuge from the
dark political concerns of Teher-
oan is the cluttered antique shop
of Solaiman Rabbi, the Jew, The
window of Solaiman Rabbi's
shop is as dusty and jumbled as
the interior of the store itself,
but just intriguing enough in its
array of tribal bric-a-brac, silver
daggers, and fly-speckled Persi-
an miniatures to catch the strol-
ler's eye.
Once caught, and once linger-
ing, the passer-by sees rising
slowly from the dim interior of
the shop a short figure muffled
in overcoat and fedora hat, be-
neath which horn-rimmed spec-
tacles protrude. Spielman Rabbi
himself is coming to the door to
invite you in,
You edge warily into the shop,
ready for prompt escape, But he
says nothing and you turn to his
cases of trinkets and baubles,
peer as best the poor light will
allow at stacks of copper trays
turned green with age. There is
nothing . , and at that moment
Solaiman Rabbi comes forward
again,
"You are interested in old
Persian miniatures?" he asks,
peering up from beneath his hat.
'You are willing to look at them,
you reply, and he shuffles to-
ward a back rcom,
A woman huddled by an oil-
burning heater—for the winter
is eold in Teheran watches
your movement from front to
back, The back room is worse
than the front in its clutter, fall-
ing just short of being a flea
market of junk. Switching on a
naked light bulb, Solaiman Rabbi
takes down a battered portfolio
and clears a space on the "rack-
ed top of a glass case.
"Here are pages from old
books of Persian poetry," he ex-
plains, "made 140 to 150 years
ago, during the Qajar dynasty."
He scrubs a dry and dirty hand
across the surface of one page.
"You see? Mineral colors .
they will never change."
Each page he extracts from the
portfolio is yellowed with age
and crumbling at the edges, but
in the center of each page, glow-
ing in soft colors like a jewel, is
a painted Persian scene, illustrat-
ing the lines of poetry hand-
" painted on the page above and
below the miniature, writes
Harry B. Ellis in. the Christian
Science Monitor.
The colors, when held to the
light, give off a dull sheen of
quality, mai gaudy or bright,
Horsemen with drawn swords
charga'at each other across fields
of flowers. Other horsemen in
flowing robes play pelt) on a
green field, There are quieter
scenes—men and women picnic
beneath a floWering tree, each
blossom clelineed.gri with care,
each fold of Cloth, each tuft of
grass, TO Persian painting there
is nc 'Vacuum; space itself doea
act suggest, as in Sarariese and
Chinese art. Instead, the painter
of Persian miniatures, his deli-
cate brush tipped with gold, or
orange, bide, green. or pink,
touches glowing collar to the very
limits of his picture,.
Page after page Solaiman. Hob-
hi turns over, A beggar in 'an
orange robe and white turban
importunes a passer-by, who
hesitates beneath the pink blos-
som's of a graceful tree. A noble-
/ham cress-legged on a golden
divan set in a ineadoW of flow-
ees, converses With two follow-
ers, sealed on lesser and lower
chairs of gold.
You know, as you gaze at
theseunctuous pictures, that you
will not go away empty-handed.
"If I buy two," you say to
Solaiman Rabbi, "what kind of
price will you give me?"
He fixes you behind his
glasses.
"This is your first time in my
shop, I have given you a bro-
ther's price. Every six months
I may find such a boOk in some
village. They do not make them
any more „ . There is only one
price."
An Iranian enters and speaks
to Solaitnan, Rabbi in Persian,
The latter fetches a dozen pieces
of oddly shaped green tile and
the customer sorts them though,
What Solaiman Rabbi said about
price may or may not be true,
but by the time he comes back
you have agreed within yourself
to pay what he asks.
He rolls up your treasure in a,
hit of paper and you place it
under your coat against the rain
which has started to fall outside
in the Persian dusk. You start
back to your hotel room, some-
how fortified to face the com-
plexities of modern Iran.
Modern Etiquette
By Anne Ashley
Q, When you have received a
business letter signed by a wom-
an, and you are uncertain as td
whether she is "Miss" or "Mrs.,"
how do you address your reply?
A, When in doubt, always use
"Miss."
Q. Is it all right for a man to
use only his initials when sign-
ing social correspondence?
A. No; he should sign his 'full
name.
Q. Just what is the correct
way to eat peas?
A, With the fork. Correctly,
push the ends of the tines of
your fork under the peas and
lift a not-too-big mouthful onto
the fork,
Q. Would it be fitting for a
father an announce the engage-
ment of his daughter to a gather-
lug of relatives and friends in
his home in the form Of a toast
and, if so, what would be an
appropriate toast?
A. This is quite proper. Uatt-
ally, champagne is brought out
and when everyone has been,
served, the father raises his glass
and says something like this:
"To my daughter, Margaret, and
my future on-in-law, Bob. Shall
we drink to their happiness?"
Q. I am separated frotn my
husband. When writing my
name, should I use my littsband's
full name, or should I use my
first name in conjunction with
his last tonne?
A, Although separated, you are
still "Mrs. John. Smith." Should
you beeome divorced, you will
become "Mrs. Mary Burton
Smith," combining your maiden
name With, your married cane,
401111440 Stitt have to
An idyllic toicp.
Among ,Islotonto.:m
Lake Myvatn had no definable
I edge, Many little yvot:rs, streams
and islets warned of the lanes
proximity. l had already seen
SAM hunting, and now as we
ran alongside a subsidiary lake I
saw my first great northern
diver. We stopped, tli'e jeep, The
Icelander knew a himbrimt wlfen
he saw one. We watched the
majestic bird;, quite as big as a
goose, moving purposefully about
his fishing. The delver could tell
me much about him, as many, of
they local wadoen
Now the interlude of rent
aweetne4s in the valley .came
gently to an end. We sow an
amphitheatre of distant :peaks,
and under them, though near to
us, a large sheet. cf. water —
Lake Myvatn. Skirting another
lesser run of water, we stopped
again, where myriad trout ran
under the green twilight of
willow banksOHere nil the ducks
of an .ornithOlogist's dreamland
came to display their .weird and
lovely courtship in season teal,
widgeon, mallard, shoveller,
gadwall, gccsander, red-
breasted merganser. scoter, long,
tailed and - tufted duck and
scaup, Among. the fringing waters
of Myvatn, 1\*"; a timeless. Eden,.
that keeps Barrow's .goldeneye
from other shores, -.a fabulous
bird not unlike our own visitor,
except the eyepatch,ls crescent-
shaped on a glossed purple.
As we skirted Myvatn, its vast
extent became evident. Island;
too numerous to count • lay on it
— islands made from the tips
of long-dead volcanoes just keep-
ing their heads above water —
islands constructed of lava in
arches and steaping stones, pil-
lars and monumental images, all
sired by the belching fires of a
quaking - earth. Contorted most •
fantastically by . violence and
destruction ages ago, Myvatn
had mellowed into one of Ice-
land's most idyllic places.
Without the mountains, the
lake would be just a lake, but
because of its setting, the whole
area became a ,magical place pre-
eminently silent while the spell's
wore worked. Some" of its hills
were old volcanoes, now no-more
than slag-heaps of mournful but
lovely grays. Others were ranges
of blackest basalt, gilded by
touches of yellow pumice. But
better than arise:were the rhyo-
lites, rising-lei the sun with their
own. burning colour, like the
glistening midday Ara b i a n
deserts, the shifting unearthly
mystery of the noon Sahara, The
heat of the creative fissure-
ovens seemed to be still burning
in • a white swelter, As Myvatins
sun pierced through the cloud's
and rode over the coarser lava,
and touching the rhyolite hills,
struck them like tinder, I thought
that the place was well-named
a desert. — From "Summer
Saga: A Journey in Iceland," by.
Robin Bryans.
Drowning . Rescue
Restores Sight
To cheat death by a hairs-•
breadth seems a fantastic way
of restoring one's eyesight, Yet
Robert Kenyon, an eight-year-
old Australian schoolboy owes
his new vision to an escape from
deownieg..
Practically blind all his life;
Robert was in danger of losing
his sight completely, says his
mother. Then, recently, while
swimming in Apollo Bay, Vic-
toria, he got into difficulties
Lifesavers dashed in to his
rescue, and hauled him out, un-
conscious.
He was thought to be dead, but
he started breathing again after
artificial respiration.
Following hiS recovery, Hubert
sees with a, clarity he's never
known before,. With the aid of
spectacles, he can now read
newspapers and, catch a .cricket
ball,
According to medical
ista .it's fairly common fOr adults
to regain their eyesight after
emotional or physical shocks.
But this is the first time that a,
Child has had such an experi-
ence,
backfires? Without ambition
few of us would get anywhere.
Ambitioe is the spark that makes
an ordinary job just a stepping
stone to better things, T know
of two fellows right now, both
in their thirties, who are resign-
ing from $6000 jobs in a few
months time, One of them is
going to England the other has
been promised a more lucrative
job in Ontario, Maybe things
won't work out for them either;
they might even be among the
unemployed before the year is
out, But at least they will have
shown a little initiative,
As for the unemployMent sit-
uation we are not in a position
bo know too much about it, Ex-
cept this. Judging from what we
have seen and heard the unem-
ployment problem is not nearly
so acute as it was in the
"Hungry Thirties". For one thing
men would take anything then
to earn a few dollars. Relief
payments were not sufficiently
attractive to keep men from hon-
est employment. Even white-
collar men learnt to handle
pick and shovel.
I remember one man we hired
by the day for farm work. We
paid him a dollar a day and
board — and he was glad to get
it. Actually it was a good wage
for unskilled labour at that time.
Some got less, This fellow had
no means of transportation--Lnor
had we, for that matter, except
a horse and. buggy. He walked
a mile and a half night and
morning to and from our place
and worked from seven in the
morning to six at night, bay
labourers had • a lot of "pride in
those days -- they were content
with what little they could earn
rather than accept relief.
Another matter very much in
the -news again now is margarine.
The battle still rages between
butter eaters and margarine buy=
era. And still another battle
about colouring or not colouring
margarine. You have all heard
the arguments— buy butter and
attpport the farmer: buy merge:
rine and cut down the cost of
living. It is an argument that
has been see-sawing - back and
forth for years. The Department,
of Agriculture can't -stop house-
wives from buying margarine so
they have tried to make it un-
attractive by prohibiting the use
of'colour. And it hasn't done
one bit of good; Housewives-who
Want it buy it regardless, Many
of them don't even ,bother to
work in bhe colour bud. So isn't
it time the government stopped
trying to brow-beat them into
buying butter. Women will buy
what they want .ertyway, Moth-
ers whb have to make a number
of lunches every day think they
are saving Money with marga-
rine and if another spread' ;Is
used on top pda,iut,-6altrion
uni
or eandiwich Meal -- you .4,411-
quite sure mother isn't wasting.
h er time and energy working
colour bud Imo the margarlue.
There is ;OA ;mother reason,
why people buy margaciaa,
has nothing to clo with the vost.
Some doctors veconmend it. to.
len:c1 the daily intake of animal
at, At ..the recent heart Founda-
tion Conference corn-oll marga-
vine was recommeeded as being
prefer uWe for patients .with WO.
blood pressure, So, trying to fallo
low good. advice, a housewife.
may buy a pound of margarine.
— doctor'e maim -- and then
raise bee blood pi.essure tryin
to wo rk -that dare colour be
into the mess! You don't believe
me? Well, just you try it, The
same goes for folks with arihri:,,
tie hands. It could mean hours
of pain afterwards.
Incidentally I have a sugges-
tion for colouring that is some-
what revolutionary. Why not
switch .the celouring .around?
Have margarine sold with a deep
dandelion colouring and butter a
pale primrose yellow. Most but-
ter i5. coloured anyway so it
'would only be' a matter of pot-
ting in less yellow. Years ago
in England the best butler was
always lightly coloured and with
very little salt, Cooking butter,.
or salt butter, tvas as yellow 'as
a canary,
By preference am a butler
eater, Fresh buttered toast —
that's 'for me! But my doctor
says no butter marga-
rine. Wouldn't you know it? 5o
that's why I'm raising my void
against the ban on coloured
merge:111rue. One thing I forgot to ,
point out butter as a spread
goes farther than margarine-
have- proved it.
"Hundreds of women in Cana-
da have taken up law," states rx
judge. There are also thousands
who lay it down.
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