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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COl BORNE, ONT. FEB. 12, 195v [ ann£ HIRST I "Dear Anne Hirst: I have a distracting mother-in-law problem, but it is not like any other I've read about. My parents are dead and I have no relatives to help with my four-year-old girl except my husband's mother, who lives around the corner; I expect another baby in four weeks and have been quite sick. We are buying our home and cannot afford a sitter. We ask his mother to help out only about once every three months, and she always complains that it puts her back in her housework and her sewing .. . "But she minds my sister-in-law's children one day every week though there's a part-time maid there. Believe me, I don't resent this, but she has not once offered to help us since the baby was expected, and she is even planning to be away the week I'm expecting. This means my husband will have to take time out from work to look after our little girl while I'm in the hospital. "My friends and neighbors criticize her bitterly, and I cover up the best I can. She tells them how much she likes me, but why doesn't she prove it? If my mother were living, how different things would be! Mrs. R. E." NOT UNUSUAL * Such favoritism exists in * many families because the * older woman favors one son's * wife and not another. You * probably do not know the * cause of this, and it may have * started before your marriage: * this and other factors are no- * body's fault, and there seems * nothing you can do about it. * One might think that tha * coming emergency would in- * spire her to ease your burden, * but it seems that is not to be. * You and your husband are * concerned with the practical * details, and these ideas may * be useful: * Tell your doctor about the * situation and ask him about * the social service agency of * the hospital where you are * going. Sometimes the Red * Cross or similar groups take * over if they can; * Can your husband arrange * to take that week as part of * his summer vacation so he will * not lose by it? ■* Isn't there a couple with * children among your friends * who would take vour little * girl for the week? They would * not charge you, I'm sure, and * a small household gift is al- * way a proper expression of + your gratitude. * Hereafter you will be wise Lifelike Roses Roses "3-dimensional" -- so perfect they look almost real! Crochet this doily in white; or have the roses contrast with a background of leaf green. Pattern 840: crochet direction for 13 and 20-inch doilies in No. 30 cotton. 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. Send for a copy of 1959 Laura Whealer Needlecraft Book. It has lovely designs to order: embroidery, crochet, knitting, weaving, quilting, toys. In the book, a special surprise to make a little girl happy -- a cut-out floll, clothes to color. Send 25 tents for this book. * to count your husband's mo- * ther out for any help at all; * hope deferred is depressing to * live with, so why hope any * longer? She is as she is, and * your plight does not move her. * I am relieved you do not re- * sent your sister-in-law's luck * (which would be natural) and * I hope you continue on friend- * ly terms. * Your situation, deplorable * as it seems, is not unique, I * repeat. Accept it as permanent, * and use all your wit and pra'c- * tical common sense to man- * age as best you can. HOME IS BEST "Dear Anne Hirst: For five years we have had a wonderful marriage, and now there are three splendid children. Everything has gone so well for us all until now, when I am so confused I am almost crazy. "Recently I met again a man I was in love with until my family made us part. I find I have never really gotten over him. What on earth am I to do? -MIXED UP" * Do what you know is right. * If you deliberately left your * husband or separated the chil- * dren from him, the lives of * you all would be blighted and, * as the cause of it, you would * take on a terrific responsibil- * ity. * When we marry we stop liv- * ing for ourselves and begin * living for others. We have not * the right to seek a new per- * sonal happiness when we + know that others must pay for * it. Tempted as you are, you * will pray for strength to re- * sist, and take on your rightful * job as you must see it if you * are being honest with your-- self. * Being good may be dull for * a while, but I know of no * surer road to peace.. When a busy mother realizes she has no one to depend on in her domestic schedule, somehow she arranges a routine that sees her through. Anne Hirst has ideas that may be helpful Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St. New Toronto, Ont. Happy Forecast For Colicky Babies Colic today, colossus ten This happy forecast for the average colicky baby was made last month by Dr. Herman F. Meyer, Northwestern University Medical School pediatrician. When red - faced Junior screams, draws up his legs, and waves his hands in a noisy spell of colic, Dr. Meyer noted in tho journal Postgraduate Medicine, he is probably just a normal youngster who is using this method to register highly vocal "resentment against the restrictions imposed on his immaturity." Moreover, he added, "the very symptoms which disturb him in babyhood will be virtues in adult life." While some baby specialists contend that colic may be caused by allergy to cow's milk, Dr. Meyer joins the pediatricians who believe that family instability accounts for most of these symptoms. In an effort to escape the frustrations of his home life, ihe youngster lifts his head, sits up, and walks earlir than the more phlegmatic infant. In elementary school, the once colicky baby is "aggressive, a leader, non-sensitive to the rebuffs of others." In high school, he "runs everything," from the class paper to school plays. As an adult, this type "rushes through life from one success to another." He has 'a multitude of hobbies . . . excels in sports." A driver at work, he needs little, sleep to recoup energies. With these mature "outlets to the many frustrations which were the despair of his baby days," Dr. Meyer concluded the once colicky infant is "ha'opy and well adjusted, enjoys life to the hilt, is usually highly successful socially and financially, and rarely is found on the psychiatrist's couch." --From Newsweek. Modern **w;fefte by Roberta Me Q. When a men meets a ?irl on the street and thev ston to chat for a few minutes, which one should make the first move to walk on? A. The girl. The man should keep chatting until she shows an inclination to leave. Q. What is the generally-accepted size Of women's social stationery? A. It's usually medium to small in size -- about 5% by 6% inches is standard. However, pick a larger size if your handwriting is particularly large, or if you type your letters. BUBBLE TROUBLE - Mrs. Jean Childs of London, England, is up to her axles in floodwater. The Thames burst its banks near Maidenhead, flooding the area and her carburetor. hronicles %ingerEarm Gwrvdolirve P.ClcU>ke We had a lovely present last week. Nothing more or less than two huge grapefruit. Nothing wonderful about that you may say. But there was -- these were very special grapefruit -- they came straight from Florida. And were they ever nice -- sweet and juicy and so big one grapefruit did us for two meals. A neighbor family had been to St. Petersburg for a short vacation and brought them home for us-- which we much appreciated. Sun-ripened fruit has a lot more flavor than the green-picked variety one gets from the stores. And of course they are a lot cheaper in the locality in which they are grown. But it's a long way from here to go shopping! I wonder what it feels like to leave the sun and warmth of the beaches and come back to ice and snow. I don't think I would like the sudden change. Our neighbors left here the day after Christmas, the cnildren all bundled up in snow-suits and overshoes and remained that way until they reached Virginia. Then the whole family started to peel off clothes and by the time they reached their destination they were dressed -- or more or less undiessed, as it were, ready for the beach. Coming back, of course, everything was in reverse -- they were adding garments as they got nearer home. As for our weather we have had a little bit ef everything ;ust lately -- rain and ice and snow. So what happens? Tuesday I wanted to wash but the weatherman predicted rain so 1 left it. And then it didn't ram at all. Wednesday dawned bright and clear. So we washed. At least I washed and Partner hung out the clothes. After dinner it still being, nice and rain not predicted until midnight, we left the clothes on tho line and took to the road, en route to Milton. You can gues--what happened. By four o'clocu it was raining and we headed for home in a "hurry. I didn't want to be driving in a freezing drizzle. Fortunately we got home in time. So how can you win-by paying heed to weather reports or ignoring them? Sometimes we hear it said the seasons are changing -- that the . winters are not as extreme as they used to be. I wonder -- don't you think it is we who have changed more than the weather? It has to be a really bad storm now before we real:v notice it. People demand that the roads be kept clear in winter and naturally the Department of Highways caters to the taxpayers. And what a hue and cry it they don't do it fast enough. But remember what happened curing winter 30 years ago -- tspacially on the farms. No 'armer ever expected to go very far with his car in cold weather. Why. I can remember when most farmers used to jack up their cars on to blocks from November to April -- sometimes later bp cause after the snow went there was the mud to contend with. With the first snow out came the cutters and sleighs. And what a thrill it was to go dashing along the snow-filled roads behind a sleek, spirited team, high-stepping hooves sending a spray of swirling snow back in our faces. Now we have the convenience of cleared roads and heated automobiles, but for sheer enjoyment there was nothing like a good sleigh ride in the brisk, clear air. For long rides there were heated bricks placed on the straw-strewn floor of the sleigh to keep our feet snug and warm. But for short rides a good buffalo robe was generally enough. Children sat on the floor of the sleigh with their backs to the wind, well protected by warm clothing and heavy toques. Of course, if in passing another sleigh you got too close to the ditch and upset that all added to the fun. Our "If it weren't for your executive complexes, we'd get along !v--'.itifullv." children can remember those times but it is hardly likely out grandchildren will ever know the joy of a sleigh-ride - more's the pity. To them "iingle bells" i? just the words of a Christmas And that is progress. Progress of another kind isj well described in an article in last Saturday's Globe and Mail-- "They're Trying to Save the Acres". "They" meaning conservationists, farmers, soil experts and a few far-sighted township planners. It claims that during the last five years, 30,0000 people, other than farmers, have moved to rural areas Although not farming it is farm land that has been taken to provide homes lor the newcomers -- and good productive soil at that. It is a serious stiuation, which, if allowed to continue can be a definite threat to Ontario's agricultural economy. Remember I said last week eiderly farmers might just as well add to their dwindling income by selling a few acres instead of waiting until all their land is confiscated. Looks as if 1 wasn't too far out, at that. Bank Robber In Old Lace The way New Yorkers saw her, she was a dear little old lady, very much like the dear little old ladies in "Arsenic and Old Lace." The only difference was she didn't have any bodies hidden in her cellar; her peccadillo was robbing banks, instead. On Dec. 3, she had robbed a branch of the First National City Bank of $3,420 by threatening to throw acid in a teller's face, and she had instantly become a legend. New York, a town overflowing with misplaced sentimentality, had taken her to its heart. Thre weeks later it turned out that she wasn't so little, nor so old -- she was 5 feet 8, and a chic 57. These facts were ascertained by police after she tried to pull another caper, at the Industrial Bank of Commerce. Clad in the same black beret, black coat, and modishly framed dark glasses that she wore in the first heist, she handed the teller a neatly printed note, which said: "Put $5,000_in $5, $10, and $20 bills in bag. mere is acid in the glass. You wouldn't want it in your face. Don't try to warn anybody until I am out of here. Oh yes, I am being guraded by two guns. Let's not let your customers or co-workers get hurt." The teller didn't argue. For the bank had issued standing orders to its employees not to resist a holdup -- not even a holdup staged by a dear little old lady. So, the teller crammed $1,190 into the brown paper bag she handed him. But he took his own sweet time and made a real production of the chore. Two bank officials spotted the little drama and tipped the bank guard, who seiaed her as she tried to leave. The colorless liquid in the glass she was carrying turned out to be At police headquarters, the frail woman told a pathetic -- if somewhat incredible -- story. Her name was Vera Wilson, she said in cultursd tones, and she was a widow, alone and penniless in. the big city. She had been living for the past year by begging, and she had been sleeping In subways and railroad stations. "Now, maybe I'll get three meals a day," she said. What happened to the $3,420 she heisted from the First National? "A few seconds after leaving the bank," she said, "the paper bag with the money was jostled from my hands and fell into the street. A man picked it up and tried to hand it to me, but I was so nervous I said, 'It doesn't belong to me' and walked on." Tears rolled down her thin, lined cheeks, as she spoke, and she dabbed her eyes with tissue. "A fantastic story," said Detec-.tive Lt. Arthur Schultheiss. Magstrate Milton Solomon didn't believe a word of her story, either, and set bail at $30,-000 pending indictment. -- From NEWSWEEK. The Napkin Ring Napkin rings were often more elegant than the linen they held. They were silver, generally, and maybe engraved with initials. A polishing or two a year would keep them presentable. The napkin, meanwhile, was likely to become smeared with the stains and colors of many greases and sauces between one Sunday and the next. In ships' wardrooms and saloons, napkin rings remain it fixture. Some are scrimshaw-intricate carvings from bone or ivory or shell. Others are turks-heads tied from flax cord. An4 there are steel and brass ones turned out on the blackgang's lathe. But by and large the napkin ring, like the moustache cup, the finger bowl, and the bone dish, is something you remember from your grandmother's table. A bit of folded paper, which is to be balled up and tossed away after absorbing an egg smear, has put it out of business. --Virginian-Pilot (Norfolk and Portsmouth) To Size 48 (PRINTED PATTERN! 4708 36- Its smooth and simple lines do marvelous things to flatter your figure! Neckline is softly curved; skirt falls gracefully as you walk or sit. Note paneled effect, button trim. Printed Pattern 4708: Women"* sizes 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48. Size 36 takes 4% yards 39-inch. Printed directions on each pattern part. Easier, accurate. Send FORTY CENTS (40O (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. THE GIFT YOU ALONE CAN Marjorie Jamieson at the its Valentine Day, is traditi would be a true Valentins of life, itself. GIVE-Row on row of empty bottles dwarf Red Cross volunteer Toronto blood bank during a period of shortage. February, with tonally "heart month". A gift of blood to YOUR local blood bank for someone desperctely in need of blood. It might be the gift