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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE. ONT. OCT. 24, 1957 | ANN£ HIRST I "Dear Anne Hirst: For five years I have been a widow, and now I have the chance to marry Sgain. My three daughters, ; II married, are so upset they refuse to come to my house if the man is there! I am independent financially, thank goodness; and although I am 52 I hold a good position, too. "My husband was ill for 10 years before he died, and I had a hard time bringing up the Jirls alone. I took what work I pould find, so I could cook the Jneals and be with them at night; I kept them in church, and they all got through high school with honors. "This man is above reproach; he is my age, with a good background, a nice home and position. Most of all, he gives me the companionship I have missed so much. . . . What shall I do? I should not need advice from anybody, but I have learned we are never too old to ask for it. Thank you for yours. CROSSROADS" *£OUTH IS HARSH * When your children were * ready for marriage they went * joyfully ahead with no thought * that you would be left by * yourself, unprotected against f loneliness or illness or mis-T fortune. They do not mean, f even now, to be selfish; they * just do not have the under- Vor Newest Linens Theie vegetables will give you Joy as you embroider them on towels and cloths. Welcome ■hower gifts and bazaar items. Pattern 780: transfer of seven motifs averaging 6x7 inches and six small napkin motifs. Use jfayeit colors for them. Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (stamps cannot be accepted; use postal note 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 tmi 1957 Laura Wheeler Needle-crait Book. Dozens of other designs you'll want to order--easy fascinating handwork for yourself, your home, gifts, bazaar items. Send 25 cents for your copy of this book today! * standing that comes with age. * Many a woman your age is * as vigorous and emotionally * responsive as she was 10 years * ago; yet to her children she * seems an old woman, all- * mother. That she can still feel * affection for any man shocks * them; frankly, they are a bit * ashamed and feel that her in- * chnation to marry is little * short of indecent. * In spite of their reaction, li * they refuse to get acquainted * with this man and learn to * know him, they are being * really ungracious. He would * not lessen your affection for * them even if he could; he only * wants what you want, the " companionship that you both * can give each other. Why don't you invite your * daughters to the house, to- * gether or separately, when he * will be there? (It would be * awkward for them to decline-.) * Why not ask one of them to * write me why they, oppose * your marriage--or show them * this reply? * You have had a hard life, * and raising your girls alone * did not lessen your problems. * You are entitled* to any re- * ward you desire. If your mar- * riage would really antagonize * the children (as they indicate) * it may not be worth it to you; * but in your place I should not * decline. the man's proposal * without making every effort * to change their mind*. I cer- * tainly hope you can. TOO MANY QUARRELS "Dear Anne Hirst: I have fal-j len in love with a pilot stationed near our home. He says he does care for me too, but that marriage is out. I know we disagree on many points, but ■ have so much fun when I'm with him that I can't bear the thought ' that nothing might come of this. "I know he has dated other girls, but 1 didn't say anything about it; once when I went with an old friend he was horrible about it. Whenever we have this trouble (and others) I just cry myself to sleep. "How can I convince him that marriage would work out fine for us? He is 22, and I'm 18; and all I care about is to be his wife some day. WORRYING" * • If these recurring disagree- * ments picture the kind of mar- * red life you two will have, * he isn't having any. He is * smarter than you think. * One test that will help is to * see each other less often; then * you both will be more cour- * teous to each other and your * dates become more satisfying. * If you hope to continue even * his friendship, you will have * to mind your manners and * control your temper. Other- * wise you are going to lose him * entirely. * Most young men's idea of a * girl is based on whether they * can relax with her and remem- * ber every date pleasantly; * when he recalls chiefly the * quarrels they have had, what * is there to look forward to? * There is more to this than you * seem to sense, and you will be * smart to make every date you * two have something for him * to recall with unalloyed plea- * sure. When inter - family crises arise, write Anne Hirst for guidance. She is sympathetic and wise, and her long experience enables her to explain the generations to> each other. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. SOME SUB--This somewhat odd-looking submarine took part in operation "Deep Sea" surfaces in the Dardanelles. Crewmen topside on the sub watch a landing craft returning from the coast of Canakkale, opposite the Gallipoli peninsula in Turkey. The landing craft, as well as helicopters, which presumably landed on what appears to be the sub's flight deck, carried Marines ashore to aid Greek and Turkish troops already "engaged" in simulated combat. NATO forces are engaged in mock nuclear warfare. HER VERY OWN - Knocking at the "Castle Kane" is seven-year-old Christy Kane, built this 22-foot-high beauty just for her. T c^minum roofing and flashing. One tower has other a fireman's pole. Dad is a commercial art some background for this sort of thing. hronicles <%in«erFarm Gwtvdolirve P. Clcvrke Well, we are still waiting -- waiting for the "new arrival" -- the arrival that seems in no hurry to arrive. In the meantime Eddie is becoming quite accustomed to his new home and except for an occasional tussle of wills is behaving very well. His chief delight is to be taken out walking but the problem is to get him past all the houses where there are dogs and cats as each one has to be talked to and petted. Partner takes his turn at the twice-daily promenade and after that Eddie is content to stay in his playpen for an hour or more. Every morning I phone Daughter to find out if she is at home or at the hospital. The last two mornings she doesn't even bother to say "Hullo" -- just takes down the receiver and says -- "Still here!" These affairs of baby-tending and baby-expecting keep us pretty well occupied in our own little world. And then we turn on the radio and hear the startling news that a Soviet Satellite is circling around in outer space and that trips to the moon are definitely a possibility within the next few years. Well, maybe the Soviet Satellite is all to the good -- perhaps the Communists will become more concerned with trips to the moon and Mars and leave this little old world of ours to its own devices -- to enjoy its own beauty and wrestle with its own problems. Beauty ... I wonder how many folk saw the glorious sunset last night -- every colour imaginable -- like one of Turner's famous pictures. And the autumn leaves -- aren't they lovely? Not yet in their full colour but turning very rapidly. When I see all the lovely shades of red, rust and gold I want to spend hours in the open, just feasting my eyes on this riot of colour -- colour that we shall not see again for another twelve months. Every season has its own particular type of beauty, lasting but briefly, so we need to make the most of each season as it somes. Don't let us hm so busy with our canning, jajjb. ling and houseclear>;"^ r.t,t we have no time for all the God-g>efi beauty that is ours to enjoy--free as the air we breathe. Let the Soviets have their man-made satellite just so long as jay our God-created earth. Another news item that has been keeping folk worried for several weeks is all this talk about Asian flu. Far be it from me to minimize the flu and its weakening after-effects but there is no sense in going halfway to meet it. And that is about what it amounts to when we fuss and worry about the possibility of getting it. Worry lowers our natural resistance to infection, making us more susceptible to the flu if we should happen to meet one of the little bugs, or viruses, or whatever it is that carries the germs around. Far better to concentrate on keeping ourselves in good condition --avoiding late nights, crowded places, drinking plenty _ of fruit juices, eating good, plain meals with a minimum of cakes and pastry and getting as much fresh air as possible. And while we are out in the open we might practise a little deep breathing --nothing like it to clear the lungs. There will be times when We get over-tired but if we would admit it, it often isn't our work that tires us out but what we do in our leisure time. That doesn't apply to everyone, of course. For instance on a one-man farm there is very little leisure time for either the farmer or his- wife. Cows must be milked, stables cleaned, pigs and -poultry fed, wood chopped, feed taken to the mill -- and odd repairs have a "way of cropping up at the most inconvenient times A cow breaks her tie-chain or the heifers find a weak place in the fence. The fall is a favourite time for cattle to break out of pasture. The grass has lost its savour; distant fields may look a little greener -- even if they are not. Anyway, whatever the feed, cows think it might be more interesting to fraternize with neighbour cattle for awhile. They act accordingly. Then the farmer must drop whatever he is doing, get the cattle back where they belong and spend an hour or two fixing fences. When I look back and think of our cattle-chasing days! There were no fences in our front field so if the cows happened to get that far there was nothing between them and the fast highway traffic. Believe me, there were times when Partner and I did some quick moving, either to stop the cows getting to the front field or turning them back after they reached it. I'm glad I don't have to do it now -- I think it would finish me. Carrying thirty pounds of Eddie around is as much as I want at the moment. Well, there always has to be a first time. I went to make a cup of tea just now and found there was no power. No power, ac wa.er. Even if we had water r;: couldn't heat it. I never • cup of tea so badly as now when I know I can't get it. What an age we live in to be so dependent on mechanical aid. On the farm we could at least get water from the outside h:>,nd-pump. Woes Of A Postman After the San Fransisco fire and earthquake of 1906 the Post Office Department stretched its regulations to allow messages to be carried out written on shingles, bricks, and strips of wallpaper -- postage waived. The now-thriving town of Vernal, Utah (population 2,119), is said to have built its first modern business block some three decades ago out of bricks mailed in by parcel post. It remained, however, for that remarkable postal system of Britain to send by mail a pony with 84 cents' worth of stamps Pilot "Shot Up" By Ping-Pong Balls "Chop the thing off and let's be done with it," Colin Hodg-kinson told the surgeons when, after enduring months of pain, his left leg, badly smashed in an aircraft accident, refused to His right leg had already been amputated at the thigh as the result of the crash, which happene when Hodgkinson was train'ng with the Fleet Air Arm. The surgeons complied with his request; and after a successful operation Colin Hodgkinson, at the age of ninteen, was fitted with "tin legs"--but he refused to be beaten or grounded. There followed months of courageous fighting -- fighting to re-establish himself as a flyer, and in 1940 he was permitted to rejoin the F.A.A., and subsequently won his wings. Unable to fly operationally from aircraft carriers, he applied for a transfer to the R.A.F and was accepted. In his frank and extremely lively autobiography, "Best Foot Forward" Colin Hodgkinson makes no secret of the fact that his transfer was effected only after an energetic campaign of perusa- "Hoppy," as he was known to fellow fighter pilots, had a terror of having to bale out while flying over the sea. Apart from arming himself with a razor-sharp jack-knife with which to cut away the harness of his legs if he did land in "the drink," he hit upon the idea of packing the hollow spaces of his artificial legs with ping-pong balls for additional buoyancy. These small, celluloid balls gave him an alarming experience one day when he was piloting one of a squadron of Spitfires briefed to support Fortresses that were bombing Rouen. Climbing, at an altitude of 27,000 feet, and peering about for signs of opposition as his squadron crossed into France, he was startled by a series of sharp explosions in the bottom of his cockpit. His first reaction was that he had been "jumped" by an enemy 'plane. Taking violent evasive action, he craned his neck for a glimpse of the Messerschmitt he was sure must be on his tail. But there was nothing behind him. Was it flak? Banking steeply,- he looked down. Not a puff of smoke was to be seen. A quick check convinced him that his controls were intact, yet the bangs continued. Just before applying the baling out drill, Colin Hodgkinson remembered ". . . the ping-pong balls I had stored in my legs. The rarefield atmosphere at nearly 30,000 feet had been too much for them." The author recalls another incident when his tin legs were the cause of panic. It happened during an air raid when he was stationed at St. Merryn. in Cornwall. All lights had been affixed to his flank. And for that equally remarkable species, the British postmaster, to walk the pony five miles to the addressee in order to save the sender the almost five dollars more it would have cost him had it been trans-. orted by truck. "A lovely day for a walk," commented Postmaster George Smith, "but (and we echo him sympathetically) I hope nobody gets the idea of mailing an elephant." -- From The Christian Science Monitor. switched off. and the orderly officer was instructing, men to take to the shelters. When Hodgkinson pleaded lack of legs, and that he couldn't see in the dark, the officer warned: "Out to the shelters or I must charge you." With that he hurried off to chase more stragglers. Groping for his legs beneath the bed the author put them on. Attempting to stand up he fell flat on his face. He tried again, and once more fell flat. Panic seized him. Had some vital nerve system failed? He was struck down . . . perhaps immobile for life. . . His shouts brought the orderly officer back to his room. "I can't move!" Hodgkinson shouted in anguish. The light from other's torch dropped from Hodgkinson's face to his legs-there was a short silence, then both men burst out laughing. The artificial legs had been fitted back to front! Waist Sizes To 46 PRINTED PATTERN 4673 WAIST PRINTED Pattern - a skirt that's s-o-o flattering to the larger figure! A lovely variation of your favorite 8-gore style; simple to sew, tab detail optional. Ideal for faille, linen, wool! Printed Pattern 4673: Women's Waist Sizes 30, 32, 34, 36. 38, 41, 43, 46 inches. Size 30 requires 2% yards 39-inch fabric. Printed directions on each pattern part. Easier, accurate. Send FORTY CENTS (40() (stamps cannot be accepted; use postal note for safety) for this pattern. Please print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS and STYLE NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. MISTAKEN IDENTITY In East Hampton, Conn., Robert Hausman, 23, joined a crew of volunteers dragging a lake for a supposed drowning victim, finally realized that the fellow they were searching for was he. ISSUE 43 1957 MIGHTY POTATO FROM TINY VINE potato was grown by John W. Diehms. himself a "city farmer", said he found poui huge who styles