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Zurich Herald, 1953-07-02, Page 2".Dear Anne Hirst: Seven years age I 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 has 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 minuteg late getting home, she is furious; . I never know what mood I'll 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 Spring garden of flowers to beautify bedroom linens and guest towels. Easy to embroider —and so pretty in white or pas- tel colors. Remember, too — handmade 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 E N popular, n e w designs to crochet, sew, embroider, knit — printed in the new 1953 Laura Wheeler Needlecraft Book. Plus many more patterns to send for —ideas for gifts, bazaar money- makers, fashions! Send 25 cents for your copy! city and 1'11 never sue theta again. "That thought I cannot stand. I love them, and in spite of her belittling me, they do love nae, "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." It 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 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 .tor * it, She keeps you on the de- * fensive, and shamefully rats- * uses her power. Her suspicions * have become an obsession. 1 " agree that a psychiatrist might * be helpful, but she refuse; 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 muse * stay with them, using your in- * fluence to counteract hers * I do suggest tnat you employ * all possible tact to avoid these * scenes. Get home every day * when you are expected, It 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 lcn:)a•s:') In,t1" di;;• • courage her. * .When the youngsters are * grown and on their own, you * can, if you desire, be :free of * this miserable existence. Many a hoarse is held together only for the children's sake. One's personal Happiness is sur- rendered for their welfare . , . Anne Hirst weighs eaeh situa- tion thoughtfully, and will ad- vise you accordingly. Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St„ New Toronto, MOUNTAIN 17iOATYAkf3;r, The Dutch island of Saba, in the Caribbean, presents some- thing of a problem to boatbuildeis as the island rises steeply from the sea, and possessee no har- bours. Nothing daunted, the ship- wrights build their boats on the top of a mountain and then tow- er them skilfully into the we ter. NATURALLY LONG Two workmen sat. down to yet their lunch, and one began un- wrapping a narrow parcel about half a yard long, "What's that:'" ass;.»d h i friend. "Well, my wife's aw" y, .,,o 1 made a pie for myself," "A bit long, isn't it?" "Of course it's long; ---it'. rhu- bard pie." Bashing In a Basket—Two claims are made for this device. It can be used as a chair, as the young lady is doing, or it can be used as a basket, handy for carrying garden produce. The chair was exhibited at the International Garden Show in Ham- burg, Germany. IEarery gray is Ladies' Day—"Just a boy and a girl," was all the family Angela and James Willson wanted when they were married in 1934. But Mother Nature had other ideas and now they have six girls, two of them twins, and no boys. At top are the Willsons with Judy, 13. Next below are Marcia and 9vlarl•er e, twins, 9, left and right, with Nancy, 10, in between. Bottom are Susan Jane„4, and Cindy, 2'2. s,�� Y , 3 t 'II't )47r.-1.o1S.n.rz 0 C: tea rf;.a Glory he, the sun is shininet May it so continue, then perhaps it will not' be necessary for nia to light the furnace today—as I did yestetday. After all; it the middle of June so that is not exactly an Unreasonable - hos e Quite apart from tier necessity o:t fine, warm weather for haying —which has not yet started at Ginger Farm—we shall welcome sunny days so that one m par- ticular, al our present visitors can,sit out in the garden. You see we hat'. niece Betty heee, re- cuperating' after a shoulder ceeee- eition, which means she has a cast from her neck to heir waist, in mobilisii g one shoulder and arm completely. Fresh air and sunshine during the day will naturally Melfi her to sleep better at nirin. Joy is also here so the one hetes to look after the ottite —,chick a fortunate as 1 may be away for a day or Iwo next week —if we are not too invnl'.'cd v.'ith haying. Last Settie,la r g,oL,d torture? came -)t'. we:Y. l''u: the first time. in tnoitil,:s I•,vre t to an auct:')-•t safe 'here .1 knew moat of t!;c sttr:f to be offered was r.`::ly good tvd in excelleet coed:.on. I looked ''t over the night tense and carne away wishing I c.,e:d afford to buy two oil paintings that were included in the sale. Saturday came—and a big crowd, and a good buying (Treed --- as there were. many collector':: items among the china and glass. I shut my en es and ears to most of the bargains that were going under the ha.nnx)r btu I wished the auctioneer would get around to :el1in'4 th.e pictures bemuse f felt I couldn't deal niysalt away un- til I keine what happened to them, But the pictures leer-, in the living -roods along with the piano and walnut furniture, and the content: of that room r - the let to I.r sold. At last tee table was sold, the cheetertield 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 wa 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 :C suddenly realized that, however much they were adn'ired--and they were admired ---not every- one would want those pictures, they were entirely too big and unsuitable for the average mod- ern home. That, also, was the reason the eaeecutors were kit- ting the pictures be sold ---no room for then anywhere, even as family heirlooms. They are 18" be- 40" and were painted, by an artist in the family years ago. Once mere the auctioneer look- ed around ... "ladies and gentle- man:, this is a crime . . . these beauii'tul 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 - W them e,a very ticklish matter x,id .ed. -Even a good picture can be iuiued by being unsuitably hums• especially one ie oils. We trieet them here and we tried tneri 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 ani forgetting — I haven't des- _cril:'ed the pictures to you, One is 11 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, rind 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 1 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 — "Weli, I think tomorrow we can send you home!" Horne .. , castle or cottage—it has one universal meaning. It is th.e place where we belong. BOY GROWS "HORNS" Doctors in the Protectorate of Somaliland had a strange patient a short time ago—a bey who grew "horns" on his fingers. Aged fourteen, he was taken to hospital with horns nearly as long as the fingers on which they had grown. On the end of each horn was what looked like a fingernail, The boy's fingers were mas- saged regularly, and one morning the horns were seen to fall off. Thein it was found that his fingers - were normal, except that the itp were unusual* pointed. The horsy win go to a isaedkal museum. Found A Live Lion In Her Dressing Room Hollywood marriages ca(t be chancy.. ,ffairs; ate Markey first married Joan Bennett, They had a beautiful daughter, then di- vorced, Next, he married Hedy Lantern They adopted a child, then divorced, A third try was the Perfect Wife, Myrna Loy, but after a while they divorced, too. One day Hedda Ilopper, 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 keep on trying," he replied, smiling faintly, "some- where in this world there must be a woman in whom are com- 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." "It Is So Silty!" 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 re- marked to Miss Hopper later. "Just as we were about to start the ceremony a little man came up front behind and pushed thein into my hand. When it was over, I learned he was the town under - And That's That—Shirley Such- 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 recd McCoy. The gigantic can -can girl is one of several on display in the Mar- di Gras area of the show. Toothless Tyke — Admiring his perfect teeth from a distance, three-year-old Billy Siglasky is one baby w.thout 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 Feed At one time there was a feud between Gloria Swanson, who loved cats, and Pola Negri, who hated then so much that she ordered every one to be banished from the studio. Her cohorts ran around snatching them up and dispatching them in bags, while Gloria's scoured back alleys, rounding up strays to let loose, putting out cans of milk and liver tit -bits to woo then. 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 cff." 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 Niblo's lawn, and in no time the garden didn't have a living flower! Nliss Hopper got a scare once when she was working till mid- night with Norma Shearer in the studio Louis Mayer took 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 hint 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 bite you, missy. He ain't got no teeth to bite with. . , ." ".He's got claws, though." "They're clipped. Don't go bele)." 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 run 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 unsuspecting lobster, pretty Trudy Golden made him stand on his head, She did it by placing him in position and gently stroking his: back.