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Hf COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT. AUG. 13, 1953 | ANN€ HIRST] "WE'RE BEING MARRIED -- BUT DON'T LIKE THE SAME THINGS!" "Dear Anne Hirst: My fiancee says she will follow your advice, no matter what ... We have been engaged 'for a year, and hope to marry in the fall. I am at my wits' end how to keep her happy afterward-- "For we do not enjoy the same recreations. Sports, the theater and dancing are her pet indulgences. These all bore me stiff. I've never cultivated any one of them. An old beau of hers has been taking her. I like him, and I trust them both. But do you think this is fair? "In every other way, we are like one person.--Belong to the same church, love concerts and good books, and are popular with many friends. We get along swell with each other's families, too. What I want to know is, how will it be after we get married? "Don't you think she should give up these recreations which mean nothing to me? "I too, however, promise to do what you advise. Confused fiance" COMPROMISES IN ORDER * Compromise is the most en- * during basis of any companion- * ship when two people like to * be together, whether they are * married or not. I urge you to * weigh the idea thoughtfully, * chiefly for this reason: * It is not likely that this girl * you love will surrender with- * out regret the three recreations * she enjoys most. Once the * novelty of keeping house wears * off (and believe me, in a * couple of years that is natural) * she will still yearn to dance, * attend sports, and go to the * theatre. As her husband, it is * your place to escort her, and * in good humor. You two can * still find mutual pleasure in * music and reading, but I'm Sun-Wrap! 583 SIZES 2-10 Easiest embroidery -- simplest sewing--prettiest dress! Mom, it opens flat--iron it in a jiffy! Use gay remnants, make one with embroidery--another without! Pattern 583: Children's Sizes, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10. Tissue pattern; embroidery transfer. State size. 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She * accompanied him to games he * wanted to watch, and for a * while she took along a maga- * zine to read. Within > a few * months she found the contests * irresistible; and, as he explain- * ed the rules, she became almost * as enthusiastic as he. He never * did enjoy dancing -- but the * point is, he took her when she * wanted to go. * The result? They never had * to be apart unless they chose * to. Their marriage has lasted * 10 years, and is still an inspira- * tion to their friends. * It is true that these two * were older than you and your * fiancee. But I sense you both * are more mature than your * ages, or you would not be wor- * rying about the future, which * she is thinking about, too. Why * shouldn't you adopt this idea? * Later on, you may find you * can enjoy a concert or a good * book alone at home, while * your wife goes dancing or to * other places with a group of * friends. These things work * themselves out -- if both are * equally determined to make * their marriage last. * Think it over, and talk it People who fall in love often discover, to their chagrin, that they have dissimilar tastes.. If there is love enough, things can work out . . . Tell Anne Hirst your problems, and know you can trust her sympathy and her judgment. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. Blame Television Not Harry Truman We know what has happened to handicrafts as Modern mass-production industry rolls over them. They have disappeared except as hobbies and outlets for artistic creativeness. But what happens to the arts in the face of electronic gadgetry? A general impression seems to be that the radio, phonograph, television, and sound movies have sent the amateur, performer down the same road as the home weaver and the cabinetmaker. What actually appears to occur, however, is a brief hiatus during which people are satisfied to listen (or watch) a few top professionals rather than to "get in the act." Then comes the urge to do. Little Egbert and Clarissa, so it seems, are not awed by the sight of a piano virtuoso on their television. (Perhaps it is little Egbert's and Clarissa's parents who are not awed.) Anyhow, more hopefuls, young and old, are taking piano lessons today than ever before in history. At least, so says the National Association of Piano Tuners in convention assembled. And it credits not the influence of one Harry S. Truman, now free to circulate among his fellow citizens, but television--flatly. Are piano tuners themselves joining the throng? Apparently not. After you've been tuning a half-dozen pianos a day, says one of them, you've had all the bong-bong-bong ycu can stand. We know what he means. From: The Christian Science Monitor. "I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns it on, I go into the other room and read a book."--Groucho Marx. Mama's Little Anchor-Patty Lou, Dalmation mascot of Engine Company No. 2, won't be answering alarms for a while. The reason: Eleven new pups. Catchy Catch-It looks like some fisherman made a lucky catch, but don't be fooled. That's darlin' Kathy Darlyn adorning the sands with an attractive beach robe of shimmering fishnet made of metallic thread. of driving but they naturally haven't the foresight to appreciate its potential danger. Many mothers, through lack of knowledge, are also sadly lacking in this respect. A mother, who would be horrified if Johnny climbed the gate of the bullpen, will watch without protest as Johnny climbs aboard the tractor, or rides the tongue drawing the hay-wagon. Too many little boys are also allowed to drive farm tractors--'He can handle the tractor as well as tiis Dad" is a phrase one hears all too often. One father, just recently, had to make a trip to town and came home to find his seven-year-old son driving their high-powered tractor up and down the back lanes, with two neighbour-children, four and five years old, riding with him. Too sharp a turn of the wheel and one hates to think what might have happened to all three chil- There is a law to prevent young people driving cars on the road, but there is no law to prevent a child from operating a tractor on the farm. That is entirely up to the parents. It is their responsibility, and theirs alone, to keep young children away from ( trciptows and othtr mechanized farm machinery. Accidents can happen so easily and a young life snuffed out, or a little body crippled for life, just because someone failed to appreciate the danger. %ingerFabm The long-awaited armistice in Korea has finally become an accomplished fact--and I am sure we are all giving a sigh of relief. The on-again, off-again negotiations that have prevailed during the last few months have been sufficiently discouraging to make us wonder whether there would ever be peace in this world again. Peace . . . isn't it a wonderful word?--and if there is anything tired nations need right now, more than anything else, it is peace. Peace . . . not only from war but from every kind of conflict. Peace within families; peace within industry; peace in agriculture; in politics; peace among the warring elements of Nature, and, most of all, peace in our hearts--a "peace that passeth all understanding." Taken by and large peace has a far deeper meaning than cessation of hostilities. Canada, for instance, maj* not nov.' ^Hfccii ively engaged in war on a Tattle-field but as long as there is conflict between labour and management; or between producers and consumers, or disagreements Within families, there can never be actual peace--peace that is defined as harmonious relations among people. I know peace of mind is what,, I crave for now more than anything else in life --and I imagine many other persons feel the same way, But.that kind of peace is only possible if everyone is working to accomplish it. How many are doing just that I wonder? Last night we had another disturber of the peace -- a sharp thunderstorm. When we heard the rain pelting down we hardly knew whether to be glad or sorry. Glad for the sun-baked gardens and fields, or sorry because of the baled hay still out in the field. We had a big field of hay baled last Friday and we expected to get a lot of it on Saturday but for various reasons the help we had expected didn't show up so there was only Partner and a neighbour to deal with over 700 bales of hay. The boy who usually drives the tractor was sick so I volunteered to take his place. Not because I wanted to but because I couldn't sit quietly by watching the man in the field hopping on and off the tractor and handling bales as well. The men always say driving a Model M. is just like driving a car. To them maybe it is--but not to me! The noise of the tractor bothers me and I am always afraid of doing something wrong or unexpected that might cause an accident. My trouble is not ignorance of danger but of being too aware of it. Besides that I don't possess a pair of slacks or overalls. Skirts on a tractor, especialy in a wine, are somewhat of a menace--and certainly an embarrassment! Maybe I had better invest in a pair of slacks--just in case. Better to be safe than sorry. Remember the time when the farm was a nice, safe place for children to spend a holiday? Where they could even help with the chores or the haying-- just so long as they kept away from the bull-pen, or the horse's hind feet, or didn't try walking the high beams in the barn. It isn't a safe place any more. Children have a natural love Of machinery, boys and girls alike. Nothing pleases them better than than to ride on the tractor with Daddy -- If Daddy is foolish enough to allow it. Children ajre quick to pick up the mechanic* Irish Tinkers On The Way Out Ireland's colorful tinkers -- those knights of the road whose multihued carts and caravans have lent a touch of romance to the contryside for centuries -- are threatened by progress. It is estimated there are about 5,500 tinkers in Ireland and half of them are women. Wandering and carefree by nature, many lose patience with their ways, but there also are many in the world outside their own who defend them. Sometimes the tinkers are called gypsies. Such a careless reference however, can lead to a real feud. Tinkers -- always ready for a drink or a fight -- have different meanings to different people. Farmers denounce the tinkers, who live off the countryside, and keep a close watch on their crops and cattle when they Poets and songsters see these lean men and women of the road as romantics. Playwright Justice'Donagh MacDonagh once described them as "God's gentry;" Bryan MacMahon as "children of the rainbow." Historians are not quite sure where the tinkers came from. Some say they are the descendants of the armorers of the ancient Kings of Eiroland who took a wandering when the kingly system broke down; others think of them as descendants of Raparees, the Robin Hoods Of Ireland who waged war on foreign soldiery. These nomads are versatile mystics and card sharks, healers, all-around odd-job men; and not beyond begging for a cup of "tay." Among themselves they have have their own secret language that's never been decoded by an outsider. They marry young and live by a strict moral code. They have their own courts to deal with any breaches of tha law -- that Is their own law for they don't recognize any other. Any attempt to bring the tinkers into normal society is sure to meet opposition, however, from %ose who regard them as the last of romantic Ireland Was Joan of Arc Really Burned To Death ? Everyone knows that Joan ol Arc was burnt to death at the stake. But was she? Ancient documents brought to light centuries after her supposed execution have raised doubts in the minds of some antiquaries. Is it possible that a common criminal was put to death in Joan's place? Did she regain her liberty after the death of her old enemv, the Duke of Bedford, in 1435? If not, how can one explain the young woman, who, dressed as a man, presented herself in 1436 before the magistrates of Metz, and calmly announced that she was Joan of Arc? She certainly looked and spoke like the Maid. But, of course, nobody could credit such a preposterous claim. The girl was detained while the justices sent for Joan's brothers, Pierre and Jean, who hurried to the city to expose this "impudent impostor." Impossible to Fake Instead (relates a contemporary record by a Father Rigeur) they recognized her immediately as their sister and embraced her joyfully. Apart from facial cha-acteristics, there was that curious little birthmark, impossible to fake, behind her left ear. Documents produced by the girl were subjected to the closest scrutiny, but no forgery could be detected. Convinced at last that Joan of Arc stood before them, the city authorities tried in every way to make amends for their early suspicions. Various noblemen presented her with new clothing, while one gave her a magnificent horse, and she was entertained like a princess. Received With Honours Cheering crowds acclaimed her everywhere as she rode through Lorraine. She always seemed to be quite at ease as, talking in her mystical way, she conversed with people who had known Joan best in the old days. All were certain of her identity. She was received with honours wherever she appeared. Visiting Germany, she was even consulted officially in a difficult problem concerning two rivals for the Archbishopric of Treves. Ul-rich, Count of Wurttemberg, himself escorted her to Cologne. Back in Franch she received a handsome money present from King Charles VII (tlie former Dauphin, who owed his coronation to the Maid), and he ennobled Joan's family with the stately appellation of "de Lys." Madly In Love About this time, the girl met the handsome young Chevalier Robert des Armoise, one of the wealthiest men in Lorraine, who soon fell madly in love with her. Eventually, amid great popular rejoicing, they were married, and a copy of the marriage contract, describes the bride as "Jeanne d'Arc, la Pucelle d'Orleans" (Jean of Arc, the Maid of Orleans) Among the archives of the city of Metz is a list of guests at the ceremony and another of the numerous wedding presents. It was only natural, of course, that the people of Orleans should want to see their heroine again, and the young married couple accepted a pressing invitation to spend a few days thera in 1439. A series of great banquets was given by the civic power in their honour, and nobody who remembered the Maid appears to have doubted for a moment the identity of the chief guest. The council, says a record, voted that a sum of 210 livres (the equivalent of about $3,000 today) be presented to her "in return for benefits she conferred upon the city during the siege," and this was duly presented to Madame des Armoise at a sumptuous farewell dinner. If this young woman was an impostor, she must have been a consummate actress, well primed with many details of Joan's private life, and gifted with unlimited self-confidence. Discussed Old Times One day she halted on her way through Anjou to call upon the Baron Gilles de Rais, who fought side by side \with Joan in many a hard battle. He welcomed her with open arms. After discussing old times together, they parted on the friendliest terms, with no suspicion on the Baron's part. By degrees the sensation caused by the story of Joan's reappearance died down, and it may be that Madame des Armoise subsequently settled to a life of ordin ary mediaeval domesticity. It on record that she presente husband with two sons, but that little is known of her. There is ' story, somewhat obscure as to its origin, which relates that she was subsequent!} convicted before parliament of imposture. If true, it is astonishing that details are lacking. Pos sibly this extraordinary tale owei something, to the unwillingness oi people to believe that historians could be mistaken on a point oi such magnitude as Joan's fate. It only remains to be said that competent archivists who examined the records satisfied themselves that the young woman's claim to be Joan of Arc was fully substantiated, while others could only say they did not know what to think. Some quiet evening when your girl has stayed home to wash her hair and there is nothing at the movies you haven't seen, why don't you sit home and figure out how many different bridge hands can be dealt to four players. If you'd lily by yourself^ Shepardj FARMfcl TOURS ©f EURO ; Leaving September 20th Tour I 30 Days-$1130.00 Tour 2 25 Days-$1012.00 Tour 3 33 Days-$1616.00 AIR TRAVEL CRUISES 697 BAY ST., TORONTO 2 Keep Moving, Miss-Joan Anderson, 17, thought she c<,.'-ld beat the heat In a park as temperatures soared into the ?9 s. Spotting her lying on the grass near a "no parking" wa» special policeman Roland Rylund who told her to "move o^u*