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[ [nuunuuunnuuuunuuu.uluuunuuuuuumuulnunnuuuuuuuuuuuunumnnlnu-lnuuuumuulunnul a labyrinth of stairs and passages that it would be easy to avoid being seen. All I have to do now is write another three scripts before the end of July. The owner rents the house out during the summer for $100 a week, and it would be great fun for several families to go up and use it â€" and cheap accommodation. Of course, a boat would be necessary, but there is a phone in the house, so you wouldn‘t be entirely marooned. The house was supposed to be empty when we were there, but in two of the bedrooms we found suitcases half unpacked, the beds made and clothes hanging on the closet. No one seemed to be around, but it‘s such The house is now owned by an American who bought it as an investment, not realizing, I think, the tremendous amount of upkeep involved; as a result, it‘s becoming decrepit and this is not helped by people who break into the house and have parties there on weekends. When the house was new, a hundred years ago, it was used as a summer home for a socially prominent Toronto family. At that time, it was called Mrs. Sanford‘s Island, after the family. They came up here early in the summer, with a regiment of servants and tons of provisions and lived graciously in the wilderness. It is still partly furnished and there are moose heads in the halls and Victorian prints of devoted doggies and pure maidens looking heavenwards, in the bedrooms. There are 17 bedrooms (some are the size of suitcases and were used by the servants). All the washâ€"basins are marble. There was an elaborate bell system which sumâ€" mofhed skivvies from the kitchen all over the house (there‘s a bell right by the bath which I suppose the old master used when he wanted someone to serub his back). Anyway, Sandy was right about the location. It‘s ideal for the story. The island lies about 15 minutes by boat from Port Carling. It‘s a steep rocky island so covered with trees that you can hardly see the massive old house squatting on top. ‘"No TV script is ever accepted first time out, you alwaysâ€" have to rewrite," the producer said, "Even experienced writers usually write three sceripts and novices may write four or five." At that rate, I still have three to #o. I didn‘t ask then if this would mean a new contract and more money, but instinct told me it wouldn‘t. I was right. "What you‘ve got to realize is that this is a terrific experience for you in writing for TV," the designer told me as we drove north on Thursday, "TV is crviag out for people who can write for the medium . . ." : ‘"Yes, and you‘ll get a credit on the film which will be a help next time you try to sell a script," someone else pointed out. Last week I had another call from Sandy. "I‘ve got great news, Joan, we‘ve found Lynx Lodge! It‘s just what you had in mind when you wrote the story â€"and it‘s on an island in Lake Rosseau. I want you to come and look at it with us on Thursday . . . of course, you‘ll have / to write the seript all over again, because this changes everything." The gypsy‘s first warning came when I was talking to Sandy on the phone a few days later and he said, "I‘ve got to make a film in September so I can‘t tackle your script right away, but as soon as that‘s over, I want you to come down here and we‘ll go over the script word by word . ._." This sounded like more work, but September was a long way off, so I decided not to worry about it. , § Then Sandy, the producer, phoned me; please send him detailed description and sketch of the five sets, so that they could make models and then start work on the actual sets. I did that, convinced now that all I had to do with this production was to go down and watch the filming in November. I then sat back and relaxed; the contract called for a draft seript and a final script for which I would get $350, to be paid in two instalments and all I had to do now was wait for the money to roll in. eniieeninionnnnnin en n0on00n0 000i0en0000ee0000000000000000000000000.00000000.0000e Hheee600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0 Of course, these blows to my creation left me bleeding slightly and it meant rewriting the story when I wrote the first draft, but cest la vie. S$o, I wrote the draft of the seript and sent it off well before the deadline. I got it back with the producer‘s tearâ€" stains al lover it and rewrote according to his instrucâ€" tions, submitting what was supposed to be the final script well ahead of June 15th, the second deadline. Also, we couldn‘t get a tame lynx or three halfâ€" tamed bear cubs or a carousel, and we would have to eliminate several characters, for the sake of economy. Do you remember that I told you earlier this year that the CBC was going to make a halfâ€"hour film of my children‘s book "Mystery at Lynx Lodge?? Well, it sounded wonderful. A slight snag was that the story was set in a mysterious old lodge on an island in a l&ke in Northern Ontario, and the producer told me that we‘d have to make do with five indoor sets down in Toronto, to be filmed in November. It would be too expensive to go on location. "Look at it this way e Of Feminine Interest ® (SED CAlR BEBaL Talkingpoint . . by the pound it‘s cheaper than hamburger." â€" Thursday, July 20, 1967 By JOAN SEAGER Mr. and Mrs. Frank MacDougall of 2493 Lakeshore Boule&- vard West, relax in the garden of the Gleneagles Hotel. The couple vacationed in the sunny Bahamian capital following their marriage June 10 in St. Leo‘s Church, Mimico. The bride is the former Jane Drury the daughter of Mr. Fredâ€" erick Drury, 47 Heman St. Mr. MacDougall is a sales repreâ€" sentative for Lawson and Jones. â€" Your classroom speech is acâ€" ceptable among (your scholars, but would not be acceptable among your husband‘s friends. So you have a problem, too. Think it over carefully before you take the final step, and find out which is the most important for you to live with, a rough diamond or fine speech! In the circle in which this man moves, his speech is not only acceptable, but it is probâ€" ably a necessity. The men he works with respond to it, and would reject any other kind of talk. We are all at some time a bit snobbish, I think. With your background and training it is quite likely that his rough speech grates on your ears. If you love this man enough to acâ€" cept him for his good qualities, and do not make too great an issue of his speech, you might gently lead him into, better habits and greater control of his tongue. I teach school and have fallen in love with a wonderful man, who is a bit of a rough diamond. He has worked himself up from a laborer to the owner of a business. His grammar is very poor and it makes me ashamed before my friends. I feel that I may be acting like a snob â€" which I am not! I must do something about this, but do not want to ruin things between us. How should this problem be treated, Sally ? Dear "Puzzled": Dear Sally Scott Finely Polished Speech or Diamond in the Rough? Sally Scott Says: 279â€"6411 "Puszled", Islington Sally Scott. Cheer up, we all get these down in the mouth feelings. Just try some of the above and see how they work. But first of all go to a good hair stylist, and get your hair made over; get a facial; buy a new dress or a new hat. All these things do something wonderful for your morale. I wish you luck. . . . or don‘t even recognize. Just think how different we all would be if we made the most of them. Why not go to a charm sehool, or to a modelling class. It is wonderful how people attending such classes turn out. Or go to university night classes and take journalâ€" ism, or short story writing. First thing you know you will be fillâ€" ed with such imagination that you will be a new person. Each of us. has been given special abilities and talents â€" many that_we take for granted Unfortunately â€"we eannot change in an instant, but we can be changed. Or, to use a better word, developed. Have you ever wished that somebody could make you over ? Make one more interesting, or more _ knowledgeable? â€" Maybe give your personality a new sparkle? Or just make you aware of the world around you? Well, that is how I feel â€" mayâ€" be it is the weather â€" but I would like to be different from the mousy person I am. What can be done about me. Plan Pane, Long Branch. Dear "Plain Jane": Dear Sally: Sally Scott i Husband Can Help ‘ Recovery Dr. Ervin teaches the husband how to massage his wife‘s arm, since edema is often a problem following this operation. More important than the relief masâ€" saging brings, according to the physician, is the fact that it brings the two close together physically A husband‘s love and underâ€" standing can help a woman overcome the inevitable fear, anxiety and depression that folâ€" low removal of a cancerous breast.. This is the view of surâ€" geon Dr. Clinton V. Ervin, Jr., who told physicians attending a recent medical meeting here that he discusses with her husâ€" band the emotional problems a woman is likely to experience while she is still hospitalized, and enlists the husband in her therapy. You have no control to who will bring gifts and who will not. However, chances are that most of the guests will bring something as they were informed on your invitations as to the purpose of the party, to honor a recent high school graduate. All your son can do is to receive the packages graciously even if some guests come empty handed. If a small number of people will be present, it would be all right for him to open the gifts, being sure the enclosure cards are left intact. But if there will be a large number, it would be wise to put the packages aside unopened, unless someone else other than he or you does it for him. Your boy will be an "honor guest" and his duty is to socialize with everyone present. Watching him open gifts would detract from the party‘s fun and enjoyment when other things come first. Your son can write his thank you notes within a few days afterwards. With some of his relatives and very close friends, a sincere thank you over the telephone is enough. soON‘s GRADUATION PARTY Dear Louise: I mailed invitations for an informal patio party Sunday evening for my son who graduated this month from high school. Today, a relative phoned to inquire about his shirt size in order to bring a gift. How shall my son receive gifts from those who bring them without embarrassing those who do not? Should gifts be opened at the party? We don‘t want to offend anyone. C.A.S., Long Branch LOUISE DAVIS ANSWERS: TODAY‘S ETIQUETTE