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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE. ONT. JULY 25, 1957 | ANN€ HIRST I "Dear Anne Hirst: Nursing my ill mother brought on a breakdown six years ago, and when I recovereed I moved to my married brother's home, * where I improved. I would have stayed but his wife made it intolerable -- to get rid of me, she confessed later. I wanted her to like me, so the worse she became the kinder I was. I worked part-time, paid my board, helped with the housework and the chldren, and did my own cooking and laundry, but I was so miserable my mother made me consult a psychiatrist, which made me more despondent. "Now I am back just where I started, physically, emotionally and spiritually ill. My faith in everybody is failing; I see others, selfish and cruel, who are healthy and contented. I've done my best to be good and kind, and all I've got is poor health and misery and an abnormal life. "I know you cannot have any solution but I've got to tell somebody, and I'll certainly appreciate any comment you may print. DESPONDENT" FAITH HELPS * It is hard to believe that * you, an intelligent young wo- * man pursued by trouble and * confusion, will let yourself be * defeated by circumstances you * cannot change. Where is your + self-respect? Everything de- * pends on your will to over- * come these supersensitive * tendencies that plague you. * First, in my opinion, you need * a guiding hand to point the * first few steps ahead, and it * is likely that is all you re- * quire just now. * I urge you to talk this over * frankly with your minister. * He will show you how to re- * gain self-confidence, and give * you positive assurance that * we are not goven burdens we * are too weak to carry. Regu- * lar church attendance and a * firm belief in the power of * prayer have brought peace to * many a troubled soul and re- * newed their faith in them-P selves and all mankind. With * your minister's help, it. should * do the same for you. •* He can suggest activities * within the church that will P lift you out of your sea of * troubles and open your eyes P to the importance of being a * friend. You will meet some -r? people worse, off than you; in * helping them you will forget your own difficulties and taste * the joy of service and the * satisfaction of feeling needed. Cool for Summer PRINTED PATTERN I eta 1 m 4500 SIZES •>' ~_ 10-20 With PRINTED directions on each pattern part -- this sewing just couldn't be easier! Make a cool, smart sundress with scoop neck, wide-flaring skirt. Use the pattern again next season--for a jumper with companion blouse! Printed pattern 4500: Misses' Sizes 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20. Size 16 takes 4% yards 35-inch fabric. Printed directions on each pattern part. Easier, faster accurate. Send FORTY CENTS (stamps cannot be accepted, use postal note for safety) for this pattern. Please print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont * As to your sister-in-law, she * is as she is. Certain tempera- * ments can never assimilate * with opposites, and it is the * victim who makes allowances * and suffers without bitterness. * You have made encouraging * progress toward that goal and * if you build an armor about * yourself her slurs will lose * their sting. * Perhaps your mother (or * your minister) knows some * nearby family who will wel- * come you as a paying guest; * there you could know a nor- * mal, perhaps affectionate, * family life and should make * long strides toward a happier * outlook on the world you live * in. The idea may repel you * at the moment, but it is worth * considering. * Meantime, seek help through * faith. Cultivate an interest in * other people. If you will your-' * self to, you can dig yourself * out of this self-pitying slough * into a useful and richer life. * My earnest good wishes. WISE MOTHER "Dear Anne Hirst: I am 16, and going with a boy my age. Rumors have been going around high school just before it closed that he and some others have been visiting the house of a girl who everybody talks about. "I asked him about it and he denied it. He has never told me anything but the truth. His family are nice people and he has always behaved himself with me. "Mother wants me to break up immediately and I can't bring myself to do it because I like him too much. What do you say? CONFUSED" * Unless the rumors have * been proved false, you should * stop seeing the boy promptly. * Where smoke is seen there's * usually a fire nearby, and no * nice girl can continue to as- * sociate with a lad implicated * with a girl of no repitition. * with a girl of no reputation. * if she does, her own good * name suffers. * If your friend is innocent he * should find a way to reassure * your mother. Until he does, * I agree with her. * I understand why you be- * lieve in him, but you are too * inexperienced in the ways of * the world to realize that the * lad may be the perfect gentle- * man with you, yet sow his * wild oats with a cheap girl. * Your mother knows this, and * would protect you from gos- * sip. * It is always shocking to * learn that someone we like * erred but if the boy is not * guilty, why was his name included? When life and love have let you down, turn for comfort to that understanding unseen friend, Anne Hirst. Her sympathy and wisdom will throw their light on your darkened path and help guide you toward peace. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto. One Year Of Life Spent On 'Phone When you make a 'phone call you're REALLY moving . . . around 186,000 miles per second in fact, at least, that's the speed your voice is travelling. And furthermore, you're probably going to spend a whole year out of your life on that telephone . . . about 8,760 hours. Staggering? Not when you think how many hours it saves you. You can be an armchair shopper . . . call the folks miles away . . . chat with friends the other side of town .. reach the doctor, police, fire department ... all through the magic of your telephone. Dental bills in Canada run over 70 million dollars a year. There is only one dentist to every 3,000 Canadians. Fluoridation of communal water supplies has reduced tooth decay by as much as. 69 per cent in some areas. Fluoridation has been recommended by leading authorities, but has been blocked by misinformed people. French High Fashion Creator Really Puts On Le Chien HE WON'T SURRENDER - Bill "Patchy" Cook, 73, comes to the door of an abandoned Army pillbox at Thetford, England, to receive a gift of milk from neighbors. The old gentleman keeps the home fires burning in his unique diggings rather than give up independence for security of an old folks' home. hronicles °%ingerFarm Gwrtdolltve P. Clcvrke Locally, the big news this week is centred around centennials-Centennials at Milton and at Oakville--in both of which we are slightly involved. We didn't get to the official opening of either but on Saturday we went to Milton and saw the big parade. The rest of our family was there including our three grandsons. It was really a wonderful parade with floats and antique vehicles, bands, Indians from the Brantford Reserve, war veterans, guides, scouts, fire brigade, town council, 4-H Clubs, and'of course, the inevitable Beauty Queen. Usually one parade is much like another but there seemed to be something a little different about this one -- it showed more imagination and ingenuity than most. For instance, there was an oid democrat drawn by a team of mules. Where they got them from 1 don't know for mules these days are few and far between--that is, the four-footed variety; the two-legged type are not quite so scarce. Probably the young people had never seen a democrat but in the old days it was the favorite conveyance for taking the family to church. There was a genuine old stage coach that had already been touring various towns, cities and villages advertising the Milton Centennial. Its passengers were dressed in 19th century costumes and really looked the part. There was also a covered wagon, complete with pioneer seU-lers and their children jus I as they must have appeared a hundred years ago. Possibly a lew details were not quite perfect but the effect was the same. There were genuine old-type fire reels followed by others comparable to the changing years. It took about an hour for the entire parade to pass the spot where we were standing so that is surely an indication of its size and length. There were, of course, a number of clowns and I am beginning wonder if clowns are such a good idea. Some of our former neighbors were with us, among them a five-year-old girl. Mary is absolutely terrified of clowns. At one Santa Claus parade a clown came up and took her hand and she was almost petrified. This time directly she saw clowns on the road she started to scream and ran off and hid behind a car. There she stayed throughout the parade. She just wouldn't come near the road again. David wasn't too happy about the clowns either but he stood his ground. Plenty of other children I noticed were more or less scared too so I am wondering if something couldn't be done to change the situation. Couldn't they be required to stay in the middle of the road where their antics would probably amuse but not frighten the children. It is the close approach of the clowns that scares the little ones. I felt so sorry for Mary, missing all the fun because of her fear Of the clown*. Before we watched the parade we went up to Ginger Farm and found the house occupied by a young couple with four small children. They had moved in only the day before so of course they were only half unpacked. But, oh dear, the things that happen when a place is left unoccupied. Plants and shrubs had been lifted and taken away. And, in spite of the fact that the house had been boarded up, the motor and parts of the water pressure system had been taken away. And yet, in all the time we were living there, we could Color Beauty Queen of color -- the peacock displays all its vivid beauty in this embroidery design! Many different poses, each a lovely decoration for towels, scarfs, tloths. Pattern 622: Transfer of 8 peacocks 5x6% to 6x1 iy4 inches. Embroidery you'll be proud to 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. Two FREE Patterns as a gift to our readers--printed right in our NEW Laura Wheeler Needle-craft Book for 1957! Dozens of other new designs you'll want to order -- easy, fascinating handwork for yourself, your home. Be sure to send 25 cents for your copy of this book now -- don't miss it! PARIS--(NEA)--Twenty years ago a 40-year-old Spaniard, Cristobal Balenciaga, put up his shingle in the swanky Avenue George V and went into the High Fashion business. Today Balenciaga is considered by most people in the business as the greatest creator of women's fashions in history. He has also been called the "designers' designer" for the very good reason that most of the silhouettes and trends he has launched have influenced the world of fashion. This he has accomplished with practically no publicity. He happens not to believe in its power. Last year he decided that fashion writers would not be allowed to see his collection until four weeks after he had shown to the buyers. People held their breath and wondered whether the man was big enough to be so independent. Balenciaga is still in business as Paris prepares for another opening. He was born in a fishing village called Guetaria, near San Sebastian. His f&ther was a sea captain, his mother a dressmaker. She worked for some of the ladies of the Spanish court who spent the summer in the then fashinable resort. At 10 he created his first model -- a coat for his dog, complete with set-in sleeves. He learned his first lesson in the "architecture" of dress when the pup ran off and the garment burst at all the seams. But both papa and mama sgreed their son was a born dressmaker and at 14 they sent him to Barcelona as apprentice, to a fashionable tailor. Two years later he had managed to save the third-class fare to Paris. He decided then that one day he would have a fashion house of his own in Paris. He be away all uay, leaving the place unlocked and nothing was ever touched or stolen. We were glad to find someone in the house because they have already adopted Joe. Poor Black Joe was a problem. He was such a nervous cat we knew he would never settle down in new surroundings so we left him to his eld haunts but went up once a week to take him food, which, incidentally, he never seemed to want. He was fat and in good condition but we thought it would finally be necessary to have him mercifully put to sleep before the cold weather came around again. Now we don't need to worry. The family has a cat and Joe has a family. On Sunday we went to Oakville for the day and Bob and family took us to see the unveiling of an addition to the Cenotaph and the ceremonial parade of seven bands, headed by the Lome Scots with their kilts and bagpipes, with the usual following of veterans and others. That is something we really enjoy, although it makes one's heart ache to see the brave showing the "vets" put on, particularly the "old sweats" of World War I, some of them limping and shuii-ling and doing their best to hide it, trying to keep step with the military music -- still defenders of the Commonwealth at heart, brave testimony to the fact that "old soldiers never die." Today I take my part as grandmother on a float representing our Scotch Block Women's Institute. I feel quite qualified to take that part! From the day of its opening (he Paris house flourished, even through the war years. Today he employs some 350 workgirls, 20 saleswomen and 6 mannequins. The world's best-dressed women and the most important American and European buyers have passed through his salons where the decorations have scarcely changed in 20 years. It has been said that a woman does not go to the house of Balenciaga just to buy clothes. She is likened to a priestess who takes part in a sacred rite. And those who come to see his collection out of curiosity are soon discouraged by the indifferent, to say distant attitude of his staff. Balenciaga creates primarily for the carriage trade, ignores current trends. Every year silhouettes are launched which liken women to insects, plants, flowers or letters of the alpha-tricks so popular with Christian to emphasize their personality. Dior. His aim is to clothe women bet. Balenciaga disdains these This is probably one of the reasons why he chooses mannequins who, when not frankly ugly, are definitely impersonal. They stalk through the long, narrow salon* almost "at the double" and make one think of Amazons who must have parked their javelins just behind the silk curtain through which they appear. This season like every season it is anybody's guess what he will do with waistlines and hem-set the former where it normally lines for fall and winter. As a matter of record, he has never should be--but always a tew inches above or below. As for hemlines, he plays with them like a cat with a mouse. Last season he startled observers by showing several skirts which just barely covered the knees. "Fashion should never bt static," declares Balenciaga. "T* create you must be something of an architect--for proportions--a painter--for color range--with • little of the poet and th* musician to visualize a woman when she walks, moves Or dances." Who are the women who buy Balenciaga? Not necessarily only millionaires' wives. Many fashion-conscious women consider it a sound investment to buy one suit or one evening dress, knowing that it will be in fashion for at least two. if not three years. Besides the timeless quailty there is also the assurance of perfect execution. The apostle of simplicity--although he says that a simple dress can look positively vulgar on a woman if it is not her style --lets his imagination run riot in some of his evening gowns. It is here that the Spanish background emerges in dramatic "infanta" gowns or dresses that might have stepped down from a Goya painting. Balenciaga is the one man who can impart a sort of glow to a dead-black dress. Only Balenciaga can afford to show the extravagant, often "ridiculous and defintely unbecoming hats which accompany hi* models and which he seems to have created with his tongue in his chek. But here again, the probability is that the towering flower pots, lampshades, space helmets or "circus" headpiece* with waving feathers or abstract bits of nonsense will be found the following season to have influenced the thinking of Parisian modistes. TYPICAL BALENCIAGA MAGIC Is a $30,000 necklace to hold the drape of this flesh-pink flecked organza bodice of a short •vening dress. His best trick, however, is showing styles I* buyers four weeks before the press gets a look.