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THF C0L20RNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT. JAN. 31, .91 (AN St HIRST "DEAR ANNE HIRST: "How can I find out if my husband is unfaithful?" cries a distressed wife. "In all our nine years together, I never before have doubted him. But now uncertainty is tearing me apart! "There is a woman in this, town who is notorious; she has broken up two homes, and I am afraid for mine. A friend told me she has seen my husband with her downtown, but how can I prove it? He denies he even knows her. "I admit that when I am upset, I accuse him of having an affair, but it is his own fault -- 'where there's smoke there's fire,' etc. He has not changed toward me, he is as loving and attentive as ever, and our marriage has been beautiful. But I cannot forget what I heard. We have a young son whom we dearly love, but even with him I am not myself, and he senses it. "My husband has a fine reputation, and is very popular with everybody. His family have lived here for generations, and I can't believe he would be guilty of sin -- and with such a public character! If it were a friend of mine he were interested in, I would be hurt but not so ashamed. Don't you think I should do something about it?" WHY DOUBT HIM? * I suppose it is of little use * to remind you that few men * stray from home if they find * love there, and the compan- * ionship they need. In nine * years your husband has never * sought anyone else, nor ne- * glected you in any way. Your * only basis for these doubts is * hearsay; don't you know that * jealous "friends" sometimes * cannot resist sowing seeds of * suspicion in the mind of a * wife who is happier than * they? * Sit down quietly and com- * pose yourself. Look at your * marriage as it has existed for * nine years. Can you find any * fault in it? Your husband is * a man of integrity; he is de- * voted, attentive, proud of you * and his son. What reason * would he have to seek his NEW PRINTED PATTERN EASIER-FASTER MORE ACCURATE PRINTED PATTERN PRINTED PATTERN in Sizes from 36 through 48! For ease of sewing, lovely slimming lines -- there's nothing more idea] than this graceful frock. Choose casual and dressy fabrics -- you'll want several, it's so flat-Printed Pattern 4643: Women's S;zes 36, 38, 40, 4-g, 44, 46, 48. Size 36 takes 4% yards 39-inch fabric. Directions printed on each tissue pattern part. Easy-to-use, accui-ote, assures perfect fit. Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (stamps cannot be accepted, use postal now ior safety) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, 123 Eighteenth St. New Toronto, Ont. ISSUE 5 -- 1957 * pleasure elsewhere? You say * that if he were interested in * a friend of your, you could * understand; if that were true, * you might well worry, for * she could be a formidable * rival. But what joy could he, * a man of refinement, find with * a disreputable woman? You * have been, you are his be- * loved wife, you are closer * than any couple you know. * What must your husband * be thinking of your accusa- * tion? He undoubtedly is re- * volted and can find no words * to reply to you. * Cast fears from you. Be- * lieve your husband still is the * fine person he has always * been, and resolve that from * this day on you will trust him * with all your heart. Cease * your nagging, and you be * very sure that the hours he * spends at home are relaxed, * made content by your love * and, more important, by your * complete faith. * Whether or not you can do * this, I do not know. But I * urge you not to pursue the * matter further. WANTS A WIFE "Dear Anne Hirst: I am a man in my early 40's, with two unhappy memories behind me: I loved two girls (successively) and both turned me down -- the first because I owned no property and was making only a small salary. The other, who pretended to care, left me flat and married somebody else. "I always have attended church regularly and usually took up some activities there. I'm not hard to get along with, my family are O.K., and now I have an excellent position with every hope of security. I am ready to get married, build a home, and appreciate a good wife. "Won't you give me the*name and address Of that young woman of 25 who is lonesome in this town that is strange to me, too? I haven't met a single girl that attracts me here. JIM." * You probably .are a new * reader of this column, or you * would know that I never can * My customary suggestion to * men in your situation is to * cultivate the men you know * and like, and tell them your * problem. Happily married * ones will see that their wives * introduce you to eligible * young women. Let your new * minister and other leaders in * the community know your * hopes, too, and soon you * should find yourself pleasant- * ly occupied. * If you can take an early * vacation this spring, visit a * resort, make yourself known * to the social director, and go * on from there. Or take a * cruise -- on it, you are apt * to meet unattached women in * the mood for romance, which * develops rapidly aboard ships. * New places and faces will * give you a lift and new hope * for the future. Good hunting! Anne Hirst stands by to guide you through any kind of trouble.; Write her frankly, and receive her understanding and her sympathy. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St. New Toronto, Ont. BLEAK HOUSE - Shown despoiling the handiwork of Jack Frost is this disgruntled little girl in Frankfurt, Germany. After clearing a space on the icy pane and flattening her nose for a better look, she has apparently decided that little girls stay indoors on days like this. ". . . NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT . . ."-Playing postman polio-crippled children do their bit for the 1957 March of Dimes. The youngsters mailed the first of two million contribution envelopes being sent out by the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis. Left to right, children are: Gail Labita, 6; Gerard Boyle, 4; and Jill Searing, 3. hronicles °%ingerCarm Gwrvdolirve P. Clevrke Somewhere in my column last week I voiced the hope of a return to normal living. So what happened? Canada started the New Year with a railway strike. As you know it actually started as scheduled. My sister and nephew were here at the time and they had to return to Oshawa a day earlier than planned. In a way we were glad because the weather was desperately cold and we were so afraid they might not be warm enough. Stoke as you like, these big country houses amid the wide open spaces are exposed to every wind that blows which makes it hard to keep an even temperature. Next day, that is the second coaling ls'uW-WS#5$£ morning paper. Now we are getting it again but always a day late. That doesn't suit Partner too well because no matter what we hear by radio or television he still wants his paper. More so than I do. I like to listen to the news of the day, condensed and delivered in tabloid form. That way I can keep on with my work and still keep up with the times. But that doesn't apply to local weekly papers. They must be read, marked and inwardly digested without benefit of radio and TV. They are the papers we read from end to end and back again. We read the advertising, the council reports, social affairs, coming events, personal items and the highlights of the week's news. This applies--only more so--to readers who are quite a distance from home. We got a bundle of English local papers last week and to us they contained a goldmine of informa- We are glad the strike doesn't hold up the mail completely because the new year mail is always interesting to us especially as we received a number of very welcome letters from readers of this column which have been much appreciated -- even though some of the letter-writers preferred to remain anonymous. Then there are the short, very short intimate letters . . . "just a not to let you know we are still alive but very busy-so much illness in the family and so many changes--but we are going to write you a really long letter very soon." Didn't you get a few letters like that? Well, another upset that prevented "a return to normal living" was the sudden illness of a friend in town--an old lady of eighty-three, living alone. Fortunately she has many good friends so between us all she had someone with her all the time, night and day. My stint was to go down after dinner and stay until about seven o'clock. The lady is now recovering very nicely and no doubt will soon be 'up and around again. The 'comeback' of some of our aged citizens is truly amazing. Partner, of course, has been doing a bit of batching but as long as there is food in the refrigerator he dosn't mind as he doesn't have too many chores outside these days. Our one cow is going dry so we shall soon be buying milk until such time as Bossie comes in again. Partner is also getting the barnyard cleaned out the easy way--by selling the fertilizer. This practice is against all good farming principles, but not in our case. As all the farm is down in grasp and will eventually be taken over by the Department of Highways, it is naturally more profitable for us to sell whatever fertilizer has accumulated during the last year or so. The buyer and trucker also do things the easy way. No picks and forks these days. They come along with a mechanical loader which fills the truck in about a quarter of the time. What an age we live in! The automobile has eliminated a good deal of our walking and now automation is considerably substituting the use of our hands. But not entirely, we can be quite sure of that. It will be a long time before we stop using person is too fond of eating for that to happen. And most of us eat too much anyway. In some cases the more leisure a person has the more he eats--for the simple reason he has more time to enjoy his meals. But alas, that way danger lies and the trouble creeps on in such an insidious way. Soon after Partner disposed of his milking cows he began to put on v/eight--and that he cannot afford to do. So we reviewed his food intake for an average day .discovered he was too generous with starches and liquids and acted accordingly. Now, although he isn't on a diet he has cut down on bulk foods and increased those which supply vitamins and proteins. When we buy milk we shall get skim milk for drinking and a bottle of cream for our coffee. That creaw will be our one concession because we do •enjoy our breakfast coffee! We hope by exercising a. little common sense to avoid trouble. Sometime the Great Reaper will catch up with us but we don't intend to go half-way to meet him! Perhaps some other folk may stop, think and eat according to their needs rather than their fancy. Going to School In Shakespeare's Day Now for the school in Shakespeare's day. Shakespeare was allowed to join the school when he had reached the age of seven years . . . Shakespeare's classroom was long and narrow and timbered. There would be a desk for the schoolmaster and smaller desks, benches and forms for the scholars. For lessons, Shakespeare would learn Latin, some arithmetic and a little Greek. English was not a school subject, but it is interesting to record that it was a schoolmaster who was alive when Shakespeare lived who first pleaded that the English language should be taught in school. We get a description of school life written in 1612 by John Brinsley. Brinsley was Headmaster of Ashby-de-la-Zouch Grammar School from 1601-1617. He wrote: Of school times, intermissions and recreations, the school time should begin at six; all who write Latin to make their exercises which were given overnight, in that hour before seven. Thus they are to continue until nine . . . Then at nine, to let them have a quarter of an hour at least, or more, for intermission, either for breakfast ... for honest recreation, or to prepare their exercises against the master's coming in. After, each of them to be in his place in an instance, upon the knocking of the door, or some other sign; . . . and so continue until eleven of the clock, or somewhat after, to countervail the time of the intermission at nine. In the afternoon: To being again all ready and in their places at one, in an instance: to continue until three, or half an hour after; then to have another quarter of an hour or more, as at nine, . . . so to continue till half an hour after five; thereby in that half hour to countervail the time at three; then to end with reading a piece of a chapter, and with sinsing two staves of a Psalm; lastly with prayer to be used by the master ... It was Roger Aschan, who taught Queen Elizabeth, who pleaded that children could oe better taught, and learn better, if controlled by love and not by violence. 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Mohammed, who still has remarkable strength, works in his garden and walks to the local mosque for his daily prayers. He would probably say "just a kid" if he could meet Mrs. Mary Arnold, right, who lives in the Methodist Sunset Home in Quincy, III. She has just celebrated her 104th birthday. Although confined to a wheel chair by a hip broken a few years ago, lier health is good and she keeps busy crocheting.