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The Brussels Post, 1953-7-8, Page 2LANNE. ISN P s`t" "Dear Aline Hirst; Seven years ago T had a brief affair with a girl from my office. At the time, I thought I had good reason .. I soon realized, however, I loved my wife, and wanted only her. We were reconciled, promising to forget the past. Though the affair was definitely ended, my wife leas never ceased to nag me about it. She made such scenes that the girl quit her job. "Since then, my wife has ac- cused me of having an affair with every new girl that joins the staff, She will not believe my denials, If I'm a few minutes late getting home, she is furious; I never know what mood Pll find her in. When we discuss any fam- ily problems, she eventually blames all our troubles on my running around! I only leave the house at night without my family to escape her scenes. CHILDREN INVOLVED "We've been married 16 years, and have two lovely children, Now my wife makes it a point to start arguments before them, tells them I'm a no-good father and husband, and she screams her accusations loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Heaven knows I've been faithful to her, and a good parent, in spite of her tantrums. When I have threat- ened to leave (which she has asked me to do) she says she will take the children to another Bouquet for Brides ty cautt,a Spring garden of flowers to beautify bedroom linens and guest towels. Easy to embroider --fsnd so pretty in white or pas- tel colors. Remember, too — hardmade gifts mean, so much more. Pattern 603: transfer six mo- tifs about 4,x 13 inches each. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS in coins (stamps cannot be ac- cepted) for this pattern to Box 1. 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. Print plainly PATTERN NUMBER, your NAME and AD- DRESS. EXCITING VALUE' Ten. yes T EN popular, n e w designs to crochet, sew, embroider, knit — printed in the new 1953 Laura Wheeler Needlecraft Book. Pius many more patterns to send for —ideas for gifts, bazaar money- makers, fashions' Send 25 rents for your copy! city and 1'll never: see them again. That thought I cannot stand. I love them, and . in spite of her belittling me, they do love me. "I've thought of quitting my job; but I have a long service record, and anyhow, I don't be- lieve it would help ... I am tired of living this sort of life. The children and I are upset nearly all the time. I am at my wits' end. Can you suggest any solu- tion? C. H. J." * If you want to stay with * your children, I'm afraid you * will have to put up with your * wife's unjustified accusations, * It will require all the restraint * and endurance you can muster, a but it will be worth it. * She is cruel and unfair, to " carry these accusations from * year to year. She knows why * the affair began (and she was * not blameless) and she must * know it has ended. This was * your one offence. She must re- * member you are not a prom- * iscuous man, and particularly * because of your children, you * would never repeat it. Evident- * ly you are living' an upright * life, and receive no credit for * it. She keeps you on the de- * Pensive, and shamefully mis- * uses her power. Her suspicions * have become an obsession. I * agree that a psychiatrist might * be helpful, but she refuses the * idea indignantly. * Whatever the provocation, * you were, of course, wrong to * break your marriage vows. * Now you are paying, and pay- * ing high, for it. But your chit- * dren are paying, too, suffering * their mother's continual tirades. * This is another reason you must * stay with them, using your in- * fluence to counteract hers. * I do suggest that you employ * all possible tact to avoid these * scenes. Get home every day * 'when you are expected. If you * are delayed. telephone, and *' name the hour you will arrive. * Give her no possible excuse to * question your fidelity. When * she does raise her voice in re- * criminations, leave the house * and, if you possibly can, take * the children with you. Make * this a habit; it is a gesture * that (who knows?t may dis- * courage her. * When the youngsters are * grown and on :their own. you * can, if you desire, be free of * this miserable existence. Many a hone is held together I only for the children's sake. One's personal happiness is sur- rendered for their welfare . Anne Hirst weighs each situa- tion thoughtfully, and will ad- vise you accordingly. Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto. MOUNTAIN BO.ATY.?RDS The Dutch island of Saba, in the Caribbean, presents some- thing of a problem to boatbuilders as the island rises steeply from the sea. and possesses nn har- bours. Nothing daunted, the ship- wrights build their boats on the top of a mountain and then low- er them skilfully into the water. NATURALLY LOWS Two workmen sat down to eat their lunch, and one began un- wrapping a narrow parcel about half a yard long. "What'; that?' asked h is friend. "Well. niy wife awdy, ::o I made a pie tor myself." "A bit long, isn't it?" "Of course' it's long—it's rhu- bard pie." Baskieg,' In a Basket—Two claims are made' for this device. H can be used as a chair, as the young lady is doing, or it can be used as a basket, handy_'f0rcarrying garden produce, The chair was exhibited at the International Garden Show ,in Ham- burg, Germany. Strange Happenings Atop High Building If you're m a nervous condi- tion, you would be well advised not to go to the top of New York's Empire State Building .»- even if you had the chance. When you step out of one of the 72 eleva- tors (they operate in seven miles of shaftway) at the 102nd floor, you'll see things that will make you doubt yourself. Standing in the observatory on top of the tallest building in, the world (1,472 feet to the top of the TV tower) you'll see the snow falling up, because of the per- verse air currents. Coloured Rain Sometimes red rain falls thick- ly on the huge glass windows. It's attributed to the red clay . sucked up by winds outside the city. Occasionally, lust to be per- verse, unaccountable showers of white rain hit the towers, stain- ing the stonework. The strictest teetotaller may recoil in terror from "snakes" which seem to appear under cer- tain atmospheric conditions. In fact, theseare due to a strong wind which produces a mirage (in appearance exactly tike a huge python) crawling out of the air towards the observer. So high is the tower that there is frequently a temperature vari- ance between the base 'and the top. This is often in the region of nine degrees, and the record variation is twenty-four degrees. A giant, four -engined bomber once crashed into the building at the seventy-eighth floor. One of the engines passed clean through the structure, while another fell down an elevator shaft. Bursting fuel tanks caused a fierce fire, yet people working seven floors above the accident didn't know anything had hap- pened. A tribute to the great stability of the structure The effects of St. Elmo's fire to dramatic form of static electri- city) are startling at this height. When a storm is brewing one can lean over the parapet of the observatory and pluck a handful of cold, blue flame out of the air. A visitor to the- skyscraper can charge himself with static electricity if he is insulated with rubber -soled shoes. Try this if you want. to give your girt friend a shock, Provided the day is dry enough, s h e.' 11 remember the electric thrill of that embrace. 4 -Way W/r"rsder • 1411 eirce, -41C.44 Sew—obis s twee dress, daughter has FOUR different outfits to wear! Start off with the jiffy sun- dres::--thn button on the bolero, scalloped capelet or dress -up cel- lar for Monday -to -Sunday vari- ety. Use remnants, save fabric, money, time. Send now'. Sew this now' Pattern 4666: Children's Sizes 2, 4, 6, 8, 10. Size 8 sundress 1% yards 35 -inch; bolero sg yard. This pattern easy to use, sim- ple to sew, is tested for fit. Has complete illustrated instructions. Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (35f) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUM131:It,. Send order to Box 1, 123 Eigh- teenth St., New Toronto, Ont, USEFUL KNOWLEDGE "George is marrying one o! those all-round girls. She scrim* drivest..a ear, -golfs, and is an aiir pilot." "Lucky for George he oast nook, isn't its" Every Day is Ladies' Ddy-"Just a boy and, a girl '1 was all the family Angela and James Willson. wanted when they were married in 1934. But Mother Nature had other ideas and now they hove six girls, two of them twins, 'and na boys. At top are the Willsons with Judy, 13. Next 'below' are Marcia and Marlene; twins, .9, left and right, with'Nancy, 10, in between. Bottom are Susan Jane, 4, and Cindy, 2'=. e HROAD!CL S CINDERQndottns DCLarke 1 G'» Glory be, the sun is shining! May it so continue, then perhaps it will not be necessary for me to light the furnace today—as I did yesterday. After all,- it is the middle of June so that is not exactly an unreasonable hope. Quite apart from the necessity of fine, warm weather for haying —which has not yet started at Ginger Farm—we shall welcome sunny days so that one in par,-- ticular, of our present visitors can sit out in the garden. You see we have niece Betty here, re- cuperating after a shoulder oper- ation, which means she has a cast from her neck to her waist, immobilising one shoulder and arm completely. Fresh air and sunshine during the day will naturally kelp her to sleep better at night. Joy is also here so the one helps to look after the other —which is fortunate as I may be away for a day or two next week —if we are not too involved with haying. Last Saturday good fortune came my way. For the first time in months I went to an auction sale where I knew most of the stuff to be offered was really good and in excellent condition. I looked it over the night before and came away wishing I could afford to buy two oil paintings that were included in the sale. Saturday came—and a big crowd, and a good buying crowd — as there were many collectors' items among the china and glass. I shut my eyes and ears to most of the bargains that were going under the hammer but I wished the auctioneer would get around to selling the pictures because I felt I couldn't drag myself away un- til I knew what happened to them. But the pictures were in the living -room along with the piano and walnut furniture, and the contents of that room were the last to be sold. At last the table was sold, the chesterfield suite, the piano and a beautiful what -not. But the pictures were on the floor, leaning up against a wall, People stood in front of them and the auctioneer was moving away, the pictures being out of his sight, Someone said, "the pictures—you haven't sold the pictures!" So the pictures were brought forward . bid- ding started unbelievably low. The auctioneer caught my eye and I nodded. Another bid, and then another. I nodded Again. The bidding stopped. I waited breath- lessly , was no one going to raise my last bid? As I waited I suddenly realized shat, however much theywere admired—and they were admired ..not every- one would want these' pictures, they were entirely too big and unsuitable foe the average mod. ern home, That, also, was tine reason the etceeutera were let- ting the pictures be sold—no room 1 for them anywhere, even as ! tautllha',looms, They are 16" by 40" and were painted by an artist in the family years ago. Once more the auctioneer look- ed around,... "ladies and gentle- man, this is a crime .. . these beautiful oil paintings . , . but they've got to be sold." and fin- ally those unbelievable words— "Sold here to -Mrs. Clarke!" The pictures were mine. Actually! I brought them home and Partner liked them as much as I did. Then came the job of hang- ing them—a very ticklish matter indeed, Even a good picture can be ruined by being unsuitably hung, especially one in oils. We tried them here and we tried them there; separately and in pairs. Finally we decided they looked their best either side of the door facing the west windows, There they catch the light and change every hour as the sun moves from east to west. But I am forgetting — I haven't des- cribed the pictures to you. One is a sunset scene in early winter, the ground lightly covered with snow. A young buck -deer stands in the foreground, head to wind, seeking, questioning, with a new awareness of life. The other pic- ture, probably late fall. A. moun- tain veiled in mist against a sombre dull -yellow sky, The rocky foreground, dark with bracken, and on the lonely trail, stands one stalwart stag—a shag- gy old warrior, obviously alert to every danger that threatens creatures of the wild. I don't pretend to any knowl- edge of art but I know what I like and the sort of pictures I want to live with. I only hope they are not offensive to any critics of art who happen to visit Ginger Farm. Last Saturday I saw yet an- other picture—but of a very dif- ferent kind—a picture of real life. It was the picture of an el- derly lady, going home from hos- pital, her faded eyes bright with excitement, She sat on the back seat of the family car; a nurse was tucking her in with pillows and blankets for greater comfort. The hospital is often the best place to be when illness strikes but oh, that wonderful day when the doctor smiles and says — "Well, I think tomorrow we can send you home!" Home . , , castle or cottage—it hasone universal meaning. 1t is the place where we belong. BOY GROWS "HORNS" Doctors in the Protectorate of Somaliland had a strange patient a short time, ago --a boy who grew "horns" 'on 'his fingers. Aged fourteen, he Was taken to hospitkl with horns nearly as long as the' fingers on which they had r, grown. On the end of each horn was what looked like a fingerstall. The boy's fitigers Were mas- saged regularly, and one morning the horns were Seen 'to fail off, Then it Wes found that his fingers were normal, except that the tips were unusually pointed. The horns will go to a ntedirai museum, Found A Live Lion In Her Dress ng Roorn Hollywood marriages can be chancy affairs. Gene Markey first married Joan Bennett. They had a beautiful daughter, then di- vorced. Next, he married Hedy Lantarr. They adopted a child, then divor'eed. A third try was the Perfect Wife, Myrna Loy, but after a while they divorced, too, One day Hedda Hopper, famous Hollywood columnist and screen actress, said: "Gene, when what you really want is a wife, why do you keep on marrying picture stars?" "I just ]seep on trying,' lie replied, smiling faintly, "some. where In this world there must, be a woman in whom are eons bined all the qualities I'm looking for." "Beauty, wife, mistress, mother, star rating: Gene, you're looking for something not yet born on this planet." "Maybe so," he said with a twinkle,"" but I have a lot of fun looking, "lt. Is So Silly!" In her sparkling memoirs, "From Under My Hat," one of the most candid, amusing books ever written about Hollywood, Hedda Hopper says that John Gil- bert, who acted with Garbo, beg- ged her in vain to marry him, He even had a suite of rooms arranged in his house for the great Swedish star, and the black marble bathroom cost him15,000 dollars. When he showed it to her she put her slender hands over her eyes and murmured: "The marble—it is too shiny—" so. he got workmen to flute it and take the shine off. Hurt by her refusal, he next wooed stage star Ina Claire, then eloped with her to Las Vegas. In the wedding pictures Ina carried a bouquet of wilted flowers. "Weren't they awful?" she ee- marked to Miss Hopper later. "Just as we were about to start the ceremony a little man came up from behind and pushed them into my hand. When it was over, I learned he was the town under - And That's That—Shirley Buch- anan, queen of the 8th Annual Los Angeles Home Show, takes hold of the dress material on one of the 201foot-high displays to show that it's the real McCoy. The gigantic can -can girl is one of several on display in the Mar- di Gras area of the show. Tebihless 'tyke — Admiring his perfect' teeth from a distance, three,yeer-old Billy Siglasky is one baby without baby teeth. They were replaced at North- western University Dental School because of decay. He'll wear the false teeth until his permanent set grows in. taker and didn't think it proper for a bride to be married with- out flowers." When Garbo got news of the wedding she merely 'burst out laughing and said: "It is so sil-ly!" Cat Feud At one time there was a feud between Gloria Swanson, who loved cats, and Pola Negri, wlio heted them so -much that she ordered every one to be banished from the studio. Her cohorts ran around snatching them tip and dispatching them in bags, while Gloria's scoured back alleys, rounding up. Strays to let loose, putting put cans of milk and liver tit -bits to woo them. In' the night, Gloria's cats would be seized and cast out: In the morning two more . would appear for every one ejected. Then Gloria scored ,off Negri by riding from her dressing -room to the set in a wheel chair, fring- ed on top, pushed by a Negro boy. Everybody said: "She's just showing oft." But Miss Hopper says she swears to this day that her costumes were so cumber- some she couldn't walk that dis- tance to the stage. Frances Marion, the screen writer, owned a beautiful Scottie which was killed, by the vicious police dog of her neighbors, the Fred Niblo's. The blow was felt by everyone, but Frances and her *husband did nothing about it. Their twelve gardeners, however, taking things into their own hands, were busy for 'days on a mysterious activity. Then, in the night, they dropped' twelve bag- fuls of snails on the Niblos lawn, and in no time the garden didn't have a living flower'. Miss Hopper got a,seare once wheh she was working till mid- night with Norma Shearer in the studio Lotus Mayer tools over at the Selig Zoo. where wild animals are trained for pictures. Return- ing to her dressing -room. she found a lion sitting in the door- way! She let out a screech, ran back towards the set with Norma at her heels, found a night watch- man and tried to tell him about it, but her teeth were chattering so, she could hardly get out the words. He just gave her a big laugh. "He wouldn't bile you, missy. Ile ain't got no teeth to kite with,.. " "He's got claws, though." "They're clipped. Don't go bein' afraid, ladies. At night when all the picture people are gone and there's nothing for the animals to be scared of, we give them the nth of the place—they'd have the run of it all the time if you folks wasn't clutterin' it up." THIS WITCH BEWITCHES A,' LOBSTER Working her wizardry on an unsuspecling lobster, pretty Trudy Golden made him stand' on his head, She did it by placing him .in. ppsitjon and 'geritlyslroking his back.