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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT. MARCH 28, 1957 fANN£ HIRST 1 "Dear Anne Hirst: If more wives would keep on practicing half the charm and wit they used to land their man. I prob-phesy the divorce courts would be only half as popular. "Where is the vow 'for better or for worse' today? Women seem to see masriage as a trial affair, something to send back if it doesn't suit them. It is often a shock for a bride to learn how little she knows the man she married; after the honeymoon he sheds his cloak of self-righteousness and destroys the very dreams he created. That need not be, if he would use his common sense; practicing kindness, courtesy and unselfishness, and using his imagination, can perpetuate the illusion of happiness. "My husband was an only son and as spoiled as usual. I started catering to him, too, and I've never stopped. If I hadn't loved him so, I couldn't have done it; but he proved worth the trouble. "I am an outgoing person, he Is not. I played on his vanity and his ego, and soon h* began getting a kick out of his success with friends. Today he's a grand host. USED TACT "When our children came along, he was violently jealous until I built him up so fast in his own estimation that jealousy died a natural death; he has never doubted since that he is monarch in his own home. I set the younsters the example of respecting him, and it worked. As a result, we are a happy family and each one has sturdy Character, yet is considerate and appreciative of all the others. "My husband is really grandest person I ever knew. When we married, I was a widow of 24 and had a wayward youngster of five who was a handful.The man came to love us both, and he straightened out my boy through understanding and discipline well spiced with love. How grateful I've always been! "What a pity a girl doesn't know the power she holds over the man who loves her! It involves forgetting herself, devoting energy and wit to keep- Heirloom Treasure 111 Treasure of a filet crochet design -- one you'll be proud to display as an heirloom beauty! Make the lovely scarf to decorate buffet; small matching place mats. Pattern 525: Chart, crochet directions for scarf in 3 different lengths, matching place Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (stamps cannot be accepted, use postal not for safety) for this pattern to Laura Wheeler, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. Print plainly PATTERN NUMBER, your NAME and ADDRESS. Our gift to you -- two wonderful patterns for yourself, your home -- printed in our Laura Wheeler Ne-edlecraft Book . . . Plus dozens of other new designs to order -- crochet, knitting, embroidery, iron-Ons, novelties. Send 25 cents for your copy of this book NOW -- with gift patterns printed in it! ISSUE 13 -- 1957 ing him physically and emotionally satisfied, and centering her own life within the walls of ••her home. Any girl with a head on her shoulders can use the talents the Lord gave her -- if she wants to. "I have always liked your column, and your counsel is sane. You know human weaknesses, and you don't advise tha impossible. I get a real kick out of it regularly, perhaps because you so often agree with me. CONTENTED WIFE." * I wish I might have printed * your letter in full; it has in- * sight and much wisdom. Yes. * the wife is largely respons- * ible for the success of any * marriage, and as long as she * realizes her power, she can * keep her man at home and * liking to be there. I salute a reader who has practiced what I have tried for nearly 30 years WANTS DATING PRIVILEGES "Dear Anne Hirst: How can I get my mother to let me go out with boys? I've been asked out enough, but she thinks 16 is too young to date. I'm so unhappy I don't want to live! "I've no more privileges that if I were 12. I am allowed to visit girl friends in the afternoon, but have to get home before six o'clock or there is a scene, and scenes make me so sick I can't eat supper . . . Can't you help me, Anne Hirst? MISERABLE." * If I were your age, I would * turn over a new leaf and de- * velop what older people call * asense of responsibility; that * would impress my mother so * much, she soon would trust * me entirely and anywhere. * This means acting your age. * Many a 16-year-old is mature; * she shows her parents that * she has good judgment and is * worth confidence placed in * her. You can, too. * You are old enough now to * learn to do the marketing, for * instance, take care of your * own room and your clothes. * Ask your mother to give you * some household duties, and * let her see how well you han- * die them. Soon she will be * seeing you not as a child to * be watched and dsciplined, * but as young woman who uses * her head, contributes pleas- * antly to the family's life, and * stands shpulder - to - shoulder * with her parents in everything * affecting the whole family. * This system works! * Remember, a girl doesn't * "date" boys. They date you when they see you have * grown up enough to be in- * teresting. You'll be amazed * how soon you will grow up * once you assume responsibil- * ity and learn to be helpful to * your parents and sisters. Try There is no wisdom like that born of experience. If you have solved a difficult situation, tell Anne Hirst how you did, and help other troubled folk who faces the same situation. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. HAND LAUNDRY - Yep, the drought's caused a lot of headaches out in Kansas. Liana Constantides, above, of Nicosia, Cyprus, is just one of 72 coed victims at the College of Emporia. Since mid-October, the girls have had to resort to old-fashioned washtubs and scrubbing boards. The dormitory's two modern automatic washers are shut down for the duration of the water shortage. NEW IDEAS IN BRITISH BAGS - Here is handbag news for the male fashion world. At left is a "travel sling," designed especially for men. on vacation or a weekend in the country. Whether this item will replace the worn wallet is debatable, but men will have to admit, that its capacious interior is a practical solution to storing their many accessories. For years women have been jamming incredible amounts into their purses and now there is a bag, right, which will hold practicaHy anything. For proof, English film star Susan Esaumont smiles prettily from her position inside the six-by-two-and-one-half-foot leather purse. But her companion might not look so gay if h« had to carry it a distance. The items were shown recently at the Leather Goods Industries' Fair in London. k<3 HRONICLES ^INGERpABM 6wrvdolit\e P. Cte^ke Things are happening again in the Clarke family! Yes, indeed. Last week we were presented with another grandson -- this time by Joy and Bob. Third grandson for us but the first addition for them. We thought a little girl might have been a good idea but somehow when the baby arrived, boy or girl, it didn't seem to matter. How can anyone be other than happy and thankful if both the mother and baby are all right? The baby weighed 7*/4 pounds, has fuzzy fair hair, a nice head and looks like his father. His everyday name will be "Ross" -- what his full name will be has not yet been decided. Last Sunday we were looking for them to come in. When they didn't appear I phoned Oakville about 8 p.m. and received the news that Joy had gone to hospital that morning. Bob, naturally, was very much at home, tinkering over his television set which had given up the ghost that very day. "Wouldn't you know it!"* said Bob. Anyway it gave him something to do -- and plenty of time to do it in -- as Ross did not arrive until 2 a.m. Monday. By that time the, TV had also come to life. Partner and I stayed up until 12.30 hoping to get a phone call. We didn't get it so we went to bed -- uneasy but quite certain that Bob would phone about six. It wasn't six but 3 o'clock when he phoned. And apparently he woke or neighbours but not us! We must have been dead to the world. We shall be a long while living that one down. Neither of us will ever dare to say again we can't sleep at night. At six o'clock the phone did ring and I was out of bed and at the phone before I realised it was a neighbour's ring, not ours at ali. Our call came through about half an hour later. So that's that. Another squirming little bit of humanity to lay claim to the odds and ends of knitting and needlework that grandma has been working at during the last two months. You know, it is a great privilege being a grandmother. At the hospital when we were permitted to look at the babies through i,lass windows another grandmother said to the nurse on duty -- "Is it all right for grandfather to come along too?" "No, I'm sorry, only the grandmothers are allowed near the nursery." Poor grandpa -- looks like you just don't count in the baby kingdom. But your turn will come. For instance I know Partner had great time last Sunday taking David and his toboggan to all the test slides on the farm. That, of course, was a week ago, now a grandfather would have to be a magician to find a snowslide at all. No white stuff left anywhere -- just bare ground and a few patches of ice. Such drastic changes in the weather. Well, our old farm is dying a little more every week. Yester- day hydro men came along and felled the willow tree at the gate. Quite a landmark. True, there wasn't much of it left as Hurricane Hazel took a whack at it when she was on the rampage. But Partner did not want the remains taken down then as willows have a way of growing again very quickly. It would have been a nice looking tree this spring, new growth hiding the old scars. But apparently the hydro and department of highways thought otherwise and so the tree has gone. There must have been quite a lot of willows when this place was home-steaded by the pioneer McNabb family as they called the farm "Willowbrae". Incidentally the Crown deed bears the date 1825, and that was several years after the McNabbs settled here. No doubt the first home was a log house but the house in which we are now living was built in 1854, of hand-pressed brick, the walls i being four bricks deep. Left to itself I suppose this old house would still be standing long after sub-division houses have given up the ghost. The polished pine flooring is one and a half inches thick and there is an oak beam in the kitchen 14 by 8 inches in width and depth. The two chimneys are six feet wide. One has an open hearth with the original crane still there- on which the cooking cauldron used to hang. And of course many of the original trees are still here. The hydro men wanted to know if they should take down the ancient poplar in front of the house. Cut it down, imagine that! A wonderful old shade tree that has sheltered four generations of McNabbs, even before we came along. "It isn't coming down while I'm here," said Partner. To us a house without trees is like a picture without a frame. And where there are trees there are birds. Since the snow went all kinds of birds have been flitting around. Yesterday Partner saw a crow. This morning he actually saw, and heard, three geese -- flying low and making a terrific noise, evidently lost. No robins yet but our baker reports having seen quite a few. Early spring? I hope so. Plenty of sunshine, dry winds, plus road graders, and the back concessions will soon be better for travelling. When the day dawns bright and clear as it has today don't you feel like singing -- "Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a beautiful day". Perhaps we can also add--"Everything's going my way". It helps to think so -- even jf it isn't! ■ Wayne was asked how he budgeted his income. "Well," he said, "I spend about 40 per cent on food, 30 per cent on rent, 30 per cent on clothing, and 20 per cent on amuser.ents, etc." "But that m 'tes 120 per cent," replied his friend. "Don't I know it!" replied Wayne. Odd Happenings At Auction Sales "Going!" warned an auctioneer, for the second time. Then with a final, "Gone!" he brought down his hammer. The result was amazing -- a violent explosion which flung the auctioneer back against the wall as flames licked up it, and the terrified onlookers tried to struggle out of the building. Eventually thirty-three were taken to hospital, and treated for cuts, burns, shock and minor injuries. But it wasn't the auctioneer's hammer that detonated the ex-prosion. A man had thrown away a lighted cigarette end which landed in some inflammable paint -- with explosive re- That took place in a Worcestershire village. In Dungannon, Ireland, there was an occurrence almost as remarkable. The auctioneer was busily shouting "Going . . . going . . ." when his assistant suddenly disappeared. So did practically "the whole crowd of bidders. The floor had given way and they all tumbled into the cellar beneath, screaming and shouting. Luckily, although a hundredweight of nails and a pig-feed boiler dropped on top of them only one was badly Amazing things certainly happen at sales. "Once," an auctioneer reports, "two men were bidding against each other for a bureau. It was a nice piece of work, but the price went up and up, far beyond its value. I found out the reason later. Each bidder had been told 'confidentially' that the bureau was genuine Queen Anne and not a reproduction. My client did well out of that!" Humour is found at auctions, too. "I remember putting up a cage of tame rats," said one auctioneer. "A man accidentally DYiD FOR AST - Here's D thy Malone, back in Hollyw after ysai abse blonde this time. Dorothy's career as a brunette skidded to a halt, but the same girl, this time with golden tresses, has won naughty girls parts in "Battle Cry," and "Written on the Wind." She has been nominated for.an Oscar as the year's best supporting actress for the latter film. Dorothy seems to have proved her contention that Hollywood prefers blondes. opened the door. The rats sprang out -- and there was pandemonium. Men were shouting and yelling, women shrieking and clambering on to chairs. And a mongrel dog which had strolled in added to the din and the excitement!" Then there was the donkey which an auctioneer was puffing under the hammer. "My man started to walk it up and down to show its points," he told me ruefully. "Then suddenly the animal gave him a sharp nip-on the arm. With a curse he dropped the head-rope -- and the donkey went berserk. He charg-e dthrough the crowd, scattered bidders in all directions. They caught him later. But I flatly le-fused to have him in my sale Rather different was the story of a rabbit. When the fortunate purchaser came to take the animal away he found there were seven more rabbits in the hutch! Not a bad bargain. But there have been others far better. In Ipswich three houses went for £25. Then there's the case of Mrs. Hodges, of Worcester. She went to an auction, saw a piano, bit a shilling -- and got it! "This is an all-time low," commented the auctioneer sadly. Week's Sew Thrifty 4688 l4'/i--24Vi ty^lnc "fill* SEW-EASY! Look at the dia- • gram -- you can whip this up in jiffy time! Proportioned to fit the shorter, fuller figure -- no alteration worries. It's a flattering 'round-the-house dress; or summer sundress! No frills to fuss over -- launders in a wink, looks so pretty! Pattern 4688: Half Sizes 14%, 16%, 18%, 20%, 22%. 24%. Size 16% takes 3% yards 35-inch. This pattern easy lo use, sim-. pie to sew, is tested for fit. Has complete illustrated instruc- Send FORTY CENTS' (stamps cannot be accepted, ijse postal note for safety) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER. Send order to Ann Adams Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St. New Toronto, Ont. HANDY ART-Artist Paolo Weiss shows his painting at the first Italian exhibition of native surrealist art in Rome. The work displays a bush of female hands rising from snaky roots.