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The Seaforth News, 1955-08-18, Page 6H ST * "it might have been" are * sad words to live with, and sometimes only the end of a romance brings them hone. A • wayward girl plays with love, * and only when the young man * vanishes does she know what * a treasure she has lost. Such a * despondent girl today finally * admits that she laughed at a * love that was worth cherish- * ing. "We argued so much in the year we dated," she writes, 'that sometimes he wouldn't call me for a week. But whether I was wrong or right, he always came back ... Now a month has pass- ed since I last saw him, and not a word! I let him think I didn't love him, but oh, Anne Hirst, now I know how much I do. "He talked repeatedly of mar. riage, for even though I was so hard to get along with, he wanted me. He was so in love that I thought l could say what I pleas- ed, and today I realize how he must have missed the under- standing I never gave him. "I do want him back; I feel that life stretches empty and bleak without him. He had few faults, but he was always affec- tionate and forgiving. Shall I swallow my pride and call him? I never did that before." * How many heartaches would * be avoided, how many ro- * mances still be flourishing, if • the one -at fault had only said, * "I'm sorry." One soft word * from this girl and the boy's * anger would have vanished. * But no. Hugging a false pride, * she was too vain to be fair and * only now does she admit that * this time she is not getting away with it. • What price humility? When two people love each other, * pride has no place. * In any fine friendship it is • wise now and then to evaluate * love, to ask one's self, "What * would I do without him?" Tf * this girl had voiced that quer- * tion, she would not be alone * today and one nice young man ,: world not be disillusioned;. • Tf) "SORRY NOR": Don't * cheapen your apology by a * telephone call. Write the lad • a warm and lnvir.* letter. Tell * him how ashamed you are to * hare treate4 his indulgent * love so ea -ninny; say that you * anpreciete now all he means * to you and if he will be gen- SWEET POTATO . — Mary Ann 'Kuhns, 20, has been chosen Po- tato Queen of Potato City, Pa. crous, you will prove it beyond * doubt. * I expect he will wine straight to you. If he is too * hurt to act quickly, at least * you will have shown a humil- * ity he does not believe you * capable of feeling, and we * both can hope that later on he . * will relent. 4. 0 * LOVE AT FIFTEEN? "Dear Anne Hirst: You will say I'm too young to know what love is, but 1'11 be 16 next spring and I am sure what I feel is IT. The boy is a junior in our high school, and we're supposed to be going steady; but this week two friends told me he has been seeing another girl What shall I do? "He vows he loves me and that there isn't anyone else I do love him, so dearly I can't find words to express it. I am terribly afraid I'll lose him, BETTY" * So-called friends have been * known to try to break up a * couple through sheer envy; * with few dates of their own, * they cannot bear to see an- * other girl with a nice yourg * man to beau her around Oc- * casionally, though, such re- * ports prove true. Why don't * you ask the lad himself? If * he admits it, say you intend * seeing other boys fromnow on * and shan't be dating him so * regularly. If he denies it, this * is a good opportunity to slow * down a bit and encourage other * available males. * At your age, this is much * wiser, As we grow up, love * assumes new interpretations * and richer qualities, so that * even you (as- much in love as * you may be) cannot predict * how long you will care so deep. * ly for your present friend. * Our tastes and demands * change so rapidly in the teens * that even a year from now this * boy may bore you, and you will * wonder why you worried so * about him, * Going with others will ma- * ture you in more ways than * one, You will have tots more * fun, and it will do this young * man no harm to see how popu- * lar you are. * * * Why do so many of us quail before the prospect of apologiz- ing? We all have faults, and vain pride is a common one. 1f you have wronged a friend. ask Anne Hirst bow to stralehten things out. Address her at Box I, 133 Eighteenth St., New Toronto,, Ont. Young Capitalist A front page story in Bell News, house organ of the Bell Telephone Company of Canada, tells of Normand du Berger of Montreal, a handsome five-year- old boy, who is one of the own- ers of the company. Narmand has been investing his baby bonus cheques in Bell stock since he was nine months old and now is the owner of five shares. Normand is to be congratulat- ed on his financial acumen, al- though advocates of the baby bonus would be unlikely to maintain that his investment programme is in accordance with the basic idea of the monthly handout. If he continues invest- ing in Bell stock during the years he is eligible for the bonus, and if the company is still paying dividends at the current rate, he will find, when he becomes a direct taxpayer, that his Bell dividends will then pay a sub- stantial fraction of his contribu- tion towards baby bonuses and old -age pensions for other peo- ple, From "The Printed Word." BE SO "STUFFY" — "Or so heavy on my feet." That's the word that Micheal Angelo Grandell, four months old, has for his hu- playtay as he arrives in New York aboard the SS Indepen- •der:.1. Mike and his family are en route to Fort Knox, Kentucky, fror•1 Salzburg, Germany, w- a daddy was stationed for three years. MARGARET GROWS UP Pictures above show the before and during of Margaret O'Brien's first kiss In an adult movie, RKO's "Glory." Back in Hollywood after a five-year absence, she's been transformed from the child star who charmed millions to a mature movie queen. Kissing her is her leading man in the movie, John Lupton. Govt. "Needs" Printers and, publishers who wonder why the Queen's Printer in Ottawa has to tie up so much of the printing craft help at high rates, making it hard to hire and hold compositors, type- setters and other craftsmen, might take a look at some of the governments "needs", The an- nual report of the office service division of the Department of Transport for the year ended March 31, 1953, for example, on the subject of printed forms in use, ruins a perfectly good note of cheer (29 forms were cancel- led) by saying that 202 new forms were instituted. "Leav- ing in use" it adds casaully, 3,652 forms. For one division of one department!— From the Printed Word." Queen of Britain's Loniiest isle They call her the Queen of Gugh . . . the fishermen and seafarers who sometimes meet smiling Gwendoline Bond, the woman who lives alone on Bri- tain's loneliest island. More than twenty years ago Gwen came to Gugh as a young girl and fell in love with this tiny outpost of the Scillies. Now she tends her 100 chickens, grows flowers to sell on the mainland and never wants to return to roaring civilization. The sea pounds the shores of Gugh Island with a terrifying noise, but Gwen finds it peace- ful, Myxomatosis has not reached the rabbits of Gugh. She shoots them for the pot to keep down their numbers, but finds them good company. For amusement Gwen has her battery radio, her books and a woodworking bench. These Robinson Cruso types have been increasingly in the news of late. Only the other day a New Zealand rescue 'plane took off from Rarotonga, in the Cook Islands, to drop food and supplies to a yachtsman cast- away stranded among the coco- nut 'palms of little Palmerston Island. Victor Clark set out from Eng- land two years ago to sail his nine -ton ketch round the world. Longing for the adventure, he was in his mid -forties and he told his friends: "If I don't do it now, I never shall." All went well for a year. Then his twenty -five-year-old ship, the Solace, was wrecked in a storm on the reefs of Palmer- ston. For four months Clark and his bosun lived happily on wild bananas, fish and their remain- ing provisions until their Man Friday, a native from another island, was able to get a mes- sage to Rarotonga. But their ordeal was tough compared with the luxurious life that another Pacific Ocean "Crusoe" found on the unin- habited isle of Palmyra. During the war the Americans used this as a military base, and when hostilities ceased it was cheaper. to leave their equipment be- hind than move it away. So twenty -four-year-old Ni- kita Astafieff found tons of tin- ned food, including chicken and fruit salad, and there were plenty of tin openers. There were stacks of dehydrated vege- tables, sackfuls of tobacco — and he even found gramophones and records to give him entertain- ment. He lived in a luxuriously fur- nished bungalow and slept be- tween linen sheets. The laundry was a problem—until Nikita found a dump of modern wash- ing machines. All he had to do was plug one into a diesel power plant. To help explore his paradise there were hundreds of jeeps and other vehicles with free petrol for the taking. He found that with a little repair work he could even switch on all the island lights and drive happily at night along the illuminated roads. But maybe Nikita found his one-man life lonely. After four- teen months he radioed for a rescue ship—and stepped ashore happily at Wellington, New Zea- land. Sew -Thrifty HALF -SIZERS! Sinch to sew, jiffy to iron this cool summer dress — make it right away; It has the scallop touches you love - the smooth, slimming lines that do such wonders for shorter, fuller figures! Proportioned to fit perfectly no alteration wor- ries! Pattern 4566: Half Sizes 141/2, 16/, 18%, 201/2, 221/2, 241/x, Size 161/e takes 4 yards 35 -inch fab- ric. This pattern easy to use, sim- ple to sew, is tested for fit. Has complete illustrated instructions. Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (350 in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS and STYLE NUMBER. Send order to Box 1, 123 Eigh- teenth St., New Toronto, Ont. RONICLES LG1NG re' 14 pwev4ottrse P Ctarbr.,e Although I have been back in Canada for nearly three weeks I find there are many questions to which people would like the answers. So I am referring to my notes taken along the way for that information. First comes the question . "how about flying . . . were you nervous?" Well, as a rapid means of transit flying is excellent. On a long distance tourist flight it is also tiring. The seats are com- fortable and adjustable but sitting up for approximately eighteen hours with nothing to look at except a floor of billowy white clouds naturally becomes a little wearisome. This should be expected. Everything is done to make the flight as little tiring as possible; the meals and serv- ice couldn't be better. "Nervous?" you ask. Not in the least. I be- lieve most people, once they set foot on a plane are possessed with a sense of security. And why not? I haven't gone into statistics but I would imagine the proportion, of air accidents is far less than those on the road. Naturally hitting an air - pocket once in awhile gives you, a bit of a jolt and some people experience a feeling Of ear dis- comfort when coming in for a landing. Then, too, a lot depends on the weather. If the weather is rough the going is liable to be a bit choppy. One thing I would like to mention . . our flight 'from Montreal to Prestwick was — at least to me — quite a unique experience. We practically es- caped the night! We took to the air at Val Dor just about sun- set. Sunset was followed by dim light until we touched down at Gandar. From Gander the sky gradually took on a pinkish glow which, after several hours, was succeeded by the actual sunrise. No real darkness at all. Coming back the trip from London to Montreal was very different. A clear, s till night but quite dark. I thought the night would never end. One of the navigators told me it, was because the plane back had followed a different route — from London to Shannon Air- port and thence to Gander and Montreal. It is only on the northern route travellers escape the hours of darkness. The next question generally concerns differences between England and Canada. Commer- cially I found little difference. Very often I hardly knew whether I was in London or Toronto. The same type of stores --- although stores and merchan- dise often go under a different name. In England a shortie coat becomes a "jigger"; a hard- ware store is an "ironmonger's"; order coffee and you are asked if you prefer "black or white". White is half coffee and half hot milk. In most towns all the stores close for the lunch hour — from one to two -fifteen — and at six o'clock every night. None of the places where I visited had a late shopping night. On Saturdays most stores remain open until six except in the larger centres where they close at noon. If you were visiting in Eng- land you would soon notice that drugstores are known as„ chem- ists' shops” and sell only patent medicines, toilet preparations and cosmetics . — and of course there is always a dispensary where prescriptions are filled. But you definitely cannot buy notepaper, books, magazines or ice cream from a chemist's shop. Unless you visit one of the larger stores owned by "Boots' Cash Chemists" which varies little from our Canadian drug stores. Except for Boots 11 you want anything from a postcard to a magazine you go to a "sta- tioner's shop". Tobacco you buy from a tobacconists. Of course, every Canadian and American visitor thinks the British motorist drives on the wrong side of the road — over there the left side is the right side. This custom dates back to medieval times when the chief means of getting around was on horseback, often through for- ests where unwary travellers were liable to be set upon by robbers and vandals. For this reason the rider always carried weapons of defence and rode en the left side of the road leav- ing his sword -arm free — him right arm — in case of attack. Some of the present day cus- toms are quaint but practical. For instance a mother with a baby wants to go to the nearest town to shop. She takes baby in his pram to the local railway station. Here mother, with the baby in his pram, makes the short journey in the guard's van of the train. At station I saw three mothers travelling this way. Racing pigeons do a lot of travelling by train. They are banded, shipped in crates to a given destination, where they are let loose to wing their way home. Spealcing of railway s, the schedule is excellent and so far as I could judge during a short visit, invariably on time. How- ever, I must admit the train* could certainly do with a little housecleaning. And then we come to restau- rants. It is surprising the num- ber of milk bars and restaurants that close early in the evening and all day Sunday. To find a place to eat after six you have to know your way around. Of course hotels always serve meals at regular hours so there is no need for visitors to go hungry — or to walk a long distance, as I did, to find a place to eat shortly after eight o'clock at night! TRANSPLANTED PEACH — On y "peach" in this Greenville, S.C., orchard is Barbara Belcher,' "Miss Greenville of 1955." Les4 you wonder what there's to complain about, the south's dis- astrous spring frosts killed the entire natural crop of the 10,- 000 -tree planting. THANKS ENOUGH?—This boy's smile should warm the hes is of those who have donated to the CARE Fcod Crusade. The eight-year-old Vietnamese refugee is enjoying the contents of one of the 1,600,000 food parcels w'.' -h CARE has distributed. throughout the world.