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Zurich Herald, 1953-10-15, Page 6M. k• R i s, 04. R r • 4.. , "WVRAE `; EING MARRIED — RtT ,► ON'T LIKE THE SAME THINGS!" "Dear Anne Hirst: My fiancee Bays s3}.wili follow your advice, too matter what . . We have been engaged for a year, and hope to marry in the fall, I am at eny wits' end how to keep her happy afterward— "For we do not enjoy the same recreations. Sports, the theater and dancing are her pet indul- gences, These all bore me stili. ve never cultivated any one of them. An old beau of hers has leeen taking her. I like him, and trust them both. But do you think this is fair? "In every other way, we are like one person.—Belong to the same church, love concerts and good books, and are popular with many friends. We get along swell with each other's families, too. What I want to know is, how will it be after we get married? "Don't you . think she should give up these recreations which mean nothing to me? "I too, however, promise to do what you advise. Confused fiance" COMPROMISES IN ORDER * Compromise is the most en- * during basis of any companion- * ship when two people like to * be together, whether they are * married or not I urge you to * weigh the idea thoughtfully, * chiefly for this reason: * It is not likely that this girl ' * you love will surrender with- ' * out regret the three recreations she enjoys most. Once the novelty of keeping house wears off (and believe me, in a couple of years that is natural) she will still yearn to dance, attend sports, and go to the theatre. As her husband, it is your place to escort her, and in good humor. You two can still find mutual pleasure in music and reading, but I'm Sunrap:! Easiest embroidery simplest swing—prettiest dress! Mom, it opens fiat—iron it in a jiffy! Use gay remnants, make one with em- broidery—another without! Pattern 583: Children's Sizes, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10. Tissue pattern; em•• broidery transfer. State size. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS in coins (stamps cannot be ac- ltepted) for this pattern to Box 1, [23 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. Print plainly PATTERN idUMBER and SIZE; your NAME and ADDRESS. EXCITING VALUE! Ten, yes !'BN popular, new designs to cro- thet, sew, embroider, knit --- printed right in the Laura Wheeler Needlecraft Book. Plus many more patterns to send for —ideas for gifts, bazaar money- makers, fashions! Send 25 cents !or your copy! * afraid they alone will not sui- t' five to keep her contented. * Perhaps this illustration of a * similar situation (a true stogy) * will help you both: " Several years ago a friend of * mine, who loved to dance and * hated sports, married a man * 'who hated dancing and loved * every kind of game. They loved * each other enough to want to * spend every leisure hour to- * gether. So before they married, * they made an agreement to * please the other. " He (much against his inclin- * ation), went to dancing classes * until he mastered the art, She * accompanied him to games he * wanted to watch, and for a * while she took along a maga- * zine to read, Within a few * months she found the contests * irresistible; and, as he explain- * ed the rules, she became almost * as enthusiastic as he. He never * did enjoy dancing — but the * point is, he took her when she " wanted to go. * The result? They never had * to be apart unless they chose * to. Their marriage has lasted * 10 years, and is still an inspire- * tion to their friends. * It is true that these two * were older than you and your * fiancee. But I sense you both * are more mature than your ages, or you would not be wor- e- rying about the future, which * she is thinking about, too. Why * shouldn't you adopt this idea? * Later on, you may find you * can enjoy a concert or a good * book alone at home, while * your wife goes dancing or to * other places with a group of * friends. These things work * themselves out — if both are * equally determined to make * their marriage last, * Think it over, and talk it * over. * 4:,:. � -* People who fall in love often discover, to their chagrin, that they have dissimilar tastes... If there is love enough, things can work out . . . Tell Anne Hirst your problems, and know you can trust her sympathy and her judgment. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont, lame ° 'elle isi stn Not Harry Tr .' lean We know what has happened to handicrafts as modern mass= production industry roller over them. They have disappeared except as hobbies and outlets for artistic creativeness. But what happens to the arts in the face of electronic gadgetry? A general impression seems to be that the radio, phonograph, television, and sound movies have sent the amateur performer down the same road as the home weaver and the cabinetmaker. What actually appears to occur, however, is a brief hiatus during which people are satisfied to lis- ten (or watch) a few top profes- sionals rather than to "get in the act." Then comes the urge to do. Little Egbert and Clarissa, so it seems, are not awed by the sight of a piano virtuoso on their television. (Perhaps it is tittle Egbert's and Clarissa's parents who are not awed.) Anyhow, more hopefuls, young and old, are taking piano lessons today than ever before in history. At least, so says the National Association of Piano Tuners in convention assembled. And it credits not the influence of one Harry S. Truman, now free to circulate among his fellow citi- zens, but television—flatly. Are piano tuners themselves joining the throng? Apparently not. After you've been tuning a half-dozen pianos a day, says one of them, you've had all the bong - bong -bong you can stand, We know what he means. From: The Christian Science Monitor: "I find television very educat- ing. Every time somebody turns it on, I go into the other room and read a book."--Groucho Marx. Mama's Little Anther patty Lou, Dalmatian mascot of Engine: Company No. 2, won't be answering alarms for a while. The reason: Eleven new pups, Catchy Catch—It looks like some fisherman made a lucky catch, but don't be footed. That's dariin' Kathy Darlyn adorning the sands with an attractive beach robe of shimmering fishnet made of metallic thread. •:'err, .� n RONICLES { F;INGERFAinkl Oreeetetioleree P. Clarke The long-awaited armistice: in Korea has finally become an ac- complished fact—and I am sure we are all giving a sigh of re- lief. The on -again, off -again ne- gotiations that have prevailed during the last few months have been sufficiently discouraging : to make us wonder whether there would ever be peace in this world again. Peace ... isn't it a wonderful word?—and if there is anything tired nations need right now,. more than anything else, it tis peace. Peace . . . not only from: war but from every kind of con- flict. Peace within families; pease within industry; peace in agrl- culture; in politics; peace amoxg the warring elements of Nature, and, most of all, peace in 'i it hearts—a "peace that passeth ill understanding." Taken by and large peace its a far deeper meaning than .c sation of hostilities. Canada, instance, may not now'be,N ively engaged in war on a ba, field but as long as there is e flict between labour and man- agement; or between produciyrs and consumers, or disagreements within families, there can . never be actual peace—peace that is defined as harmonious relations among people. I know peace +of mind is what I crave for. • now more than anything else in life —and I imagine many other per- sons feel the same way. But that kind of peace is only possible,, if everyone is working to accoi- plish it. How many are doing just that I wonder? Last night we had another dis- turber of the peace — a sharp thunderstorm. When we heard the rain pelting down we hardly knew whether to be glad or sorry. Glad for the sun -baked gardens and fields, or sorry be- cause of the baled hay "till out in the field. We had a big field of hay baled last Friday and we expected to get a lot of it on Saturday but for various reasons the help we had expected didn't show up so there was only Part- ner and a neighbour to deal with over 700 bales of hay. The boy who usually drives the tractor was sick so I volunteered to take his place. Not because I wanted to but because I couldn't sit quietly by watching the man in the field hopping on and off the tractor and handling bales as well, The men always say driv- ing a Model M. is just like driv- ing a car. To them maybe it is—but not to tae! The noise of the tractor bothers me and I' am always afraid of doing something wrong or unexpected that might cause an accident. My trouble is not ignorance of danger but of being too aware of it. Besides that I don't possess a pair, of slacks or overalls. Skirts on a tractor, especialy in a wind, are somewhat of a menace --and cer- tainly an embarrassment! Maybe I had better invest in a pair of slacks—just in case. Better to be safe than sorry. Remember the time- when the farm was a nice, safe place., for children to spend a holiday? Where they could even help with the chores or the haying— just so long as they kept away from the bull -pen, or the horse's hind feet, or didn't try walking the high beams in the barn, It isn't a safe place any more, Chil- dren have a natural love of irna- chinety, boys and girls alike. Nothing pleases theme better than than to ride on the tractor with Daddy --• if Daddy is foolleb enough to allow it. Children are quick to pick up the mechanic* 5– of driving but they naturally haven't the foresight to appre- ciate its potential danger. Many mothers, through lack of know- ledge, are also sadly la":king in this respect. A mother, who would be horrified if Johnny climbed the gate of the bull- pen, will watch without protest as Johnny climbs aboard the tractor, or rides the tongue draw- ing the hay -wagon. Too many little boys are also allowed to drive farm tractors—"He can handle the tractor as well ak his Dad" is a phrase• one hears all too often. One father, just re- cently, had to make a trip to town and came home to find his .seven-year-old son driving their high-powered tractor up and down the back lanes, with two neighbour -children, four and five years old, riding with him. Too sharp a turn of the wheel and one hates to think what might have happened to all three chil- dren. There is a law to prevent young people driving cars on the road, but there is no law to prevent a child from operating a tractor on the farm. That is entirely up ' to the parents. It is their res- ponsibility, and theirs alone, to keep young children away from tractors and other mechanized than machinery. Accidents can happen so easily and a young • life snuffed out, or a little body crippled for life, just because someone failed to appreciate the danger. Erish Tinkers The Wwvy Out Ireland's colorful tinkers — those knights of the road whose multihued carts and caravans have lent a touch of romance to the contryside for centuries — are threatened by progress. It is estimated there are about 5,500 tinkers in Ireland and half of them are women. Wandering and carefree by nature, many lose patience with their ways, but there also are many in the world outside their own who defend them. Sometimes the tinkers are called gypsies. Such a careless reference however, can lead to a real feud. Tinkers — always ready for a drink or a fight — have differ- ent meanings to different people. Farmers denounce the tinkers, who live off the countryside, and keep a close watch on their crops and cattle when they swarm near. Poets and songsters see these lean men and women of the road as romantics. Playwright Justice Donagh MacDonagh once described them as "God's gen- try;" Bryan MacMahon as "chil- dren of the rainbow." Historians are not quite sure where the tinkers came from. Some say they are the descen- dants of the arinorers of the ancient Kings of Eiroland who took a wandering when the king- ly system broke down; others think of them as descendants of Raparees, the Robin Roods of Ireland who waged war on for- eign soldiery, These nomads are versatile mystics and card sharks, healers, all-around odd -job men; and net beyond begging for a cup of "ray." Among themselves they have have their own secret language that's never been decoded by an outsider. They marry young and live by a strict moral code. They have their overt courts to deal with any breaches oft the law that is 'their own law for they don't recognise any other. My attempt to bring the tink- ers into normal society islure to meet opp oeltion, howevei, chem *ON wird regard the L as the last of roneantie Ireland, Joan of Bur T ,ath? Everyone knows that Joan of Are was burnt to death at the stake. But was she? Ancient do- cuments brought to light cen- turies after her supposed execu- tion have raised doubts in the minds of some antiquaries. Is it possible that a common criminal was put to death in Joan's place? Did she regain her liberty after the death of her old enemy, the Duke of Bedford, in 1435? If not, how can one explain the young woman, who, dressed as a man, presented herself in 1436 before the magistrates of Metz, and calmly announced that she was Joan of Arc? She certainly looked and s oke like' the Maid. But, of yours rio- body could credit such a' epos- terous claim. The girl was de- tained while the justices sent for Joan's brothers, Pierre, and Jean, who hurried to the city to expose this "impudent impostor," Impossible to Fake Instead (relates a contempor- ary record by a Father Rigeur) they recognized her immediately as their sister and embraced her joyfully. Apart from facial cha- acteristics, there was that curi- ous little birthmark, impossible to fake, behind her left ear. Documents produced by the girl were subjected to the closest scrutiny, but no forgery could be detected, Convinced at last that Joan of Arc stood before them, the pity authorities tried in every way' to make amends for their early sus- picions. Various noblemen pre- sented h e r. with new clothing, while one gave her a magnificent horse, and she was entertained like a princess. Received With Honours Cheering crowds acclaimed her everywhere as she rode through Lorraine. She always seemed to be quite at ease as, talking in her mystical way, she conversed with people who had known Joan best in the old days. All were certain of her identity. She was received with honours wherever she appeared. Visiting Germany, she was even con- sulted officially in a difficult prob- lem concerning two rivals for the Archbishopric of Treves. Ul- rich, Count of Wurttemberg, him- self escorted her tq,,Cologne. Back ir. French she received a handsome money present from King Charles VII (the former Dauphin, who owed his corona- tion to the Maid), and he ennobl- ed Joan's family with the stately .appellation of "de Lys." Madly In Love About this time, the girl met t h e handsome young Chevalier Robert des Armoise, one of the wealthiest men in Lorraine, who soon fell madly in love with her. Eventually, amid great popular: rejoicing, they were married, and a copy of the marriage contract, describes the bride as "Jeanne d'Arc, la Pucelle d'Orleans" (Jean of Arc, the Maid of Or- leans) Among the archives of the city of Metz is a list of guests at the ceremony and another of the nu- merous wedding presents. It was only natural, of course, that the people of Orleans should want to see their heroine again, and the young married couple accepted a pressing invitation to spend a few days there in 1439. A series of great banquets was given by the civic power in their honour, and nobody ;wh:o remembered the Maid appearie to have doubted for a moment the . • identity of the chief ,gtiest. The council, says a record, vot- ed that a sum of 210 livres (the equivalent of about A.Q00 today) be presented to her "in return for benefits she conferred upon the city during the' siege," awl this was duly presented to M. dame des Armoise at a sumptit- ous farewell dinner, If this young woman was an impostor, she must have been si consummate actress, well primed with many details of Joan's pct. vate life, and gifted with unlimit- ed self-confidence. Discussed Oid Tunes One day she halted on her way through Anjou to call upon the Baron Gilles de Reis, who fought side by side with Joan in many a hard battle. He welcomed her with open arms. After discussing old times together, they parted on the friendliest terms, with no suspicion on the Baron's part. By degrees the sensation caused by the story of Joan's reappear- ance died down, and it May be that Madame des Armoise subse- quently settled to a life of oxdin• ary mediaeval domesticity. It h on record that she presented het husband with two sons-, but afte>i that little is known ot her. There is - story, somewhat ob- scure as to its origin, which re- lates that she was subsequently 'convicted before pariiainent of imposture. If true, -it is' astonish, ing that details are lacking; Pos- sibly this extraordinary tale owet something to the unwillingness,oi people to believe that historian: could be mist*en on a point of such magnitude as Joan's . fate. It only remains to be said that competent archivists who exam- ined the records satisfied thein - selves that the young woman's claim to be Joan of Arc was fully substantiated, while others could only say they did not. know What to think. Some quiet evening when your girl has stayed ;home to, `,wast► her hair and there is nothing • at the movies you haven't seen, 'why don't you sit home; and figure out how many different bridge hands can be dealt to four -play- ers. 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