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Print plainly AME, ADDRESS, } ER. Wrder to ANNE ADAMS, somie wonderful traits‘ rer friends of mine is kind and unselfish, is thinking of me; he i0ke or drink. 1 kept mind when I said I‘d r he joined the Army. wrote he was in love & hoped 1 would wait , , Now he is on his and thinks I‘m ready ‘t happen? though 1 felt. much. e grand 1 know th St. New Toronâ€" PH l husband. n able to tell loveâ€"it would h. I keep thinkâ€" ‘l] get to love irry. But what D â€" That‘s no special loaf of bread that sixâ€" Rernander is struggling with. It‘s an averageâ€" folks down in Buenos Aires, Argentina, use. | theirs to be the largest daily loaf of bread in en 1 said I‘d 1 knew it Incidentally, en awfully e a brother GRACIE® 898 SIZES 1 they would over O F I 1 Shunned Chance + | H'ps I To Make Fortune e " 4 § Old Charlie Webb â€" curs C _ m * % s mmmmmace when another ploghâ€"share sna neru . .,"v'v} # y u ped in his tough rocky . sonl. s & copdatcs. " 0 _ :lyT"° win your heart. it c | Weary of farming amid | thfe U / whlthe B . & & toobemmty ydoung tg;lre * “vnli tiresome outcroppings of greeibâ€" : (hee y o * a :lo." (o:’a :‘d le:ayvmg (ym ‘l;w ish gold stone he tried to selll w@% %Q' ;; ce# s 4 'i ; mais for a ud eaving Gr ihe M (oe 1O Shoton: cuere ho |â€" BRA n We l * sorry for him, often because | "°U8" P# * "~ 2o E6 # * they want to boast they're} His cowâ€"herding neighbo r,1 / n F3 d 4 * engaged to a serviceman. Too | Jim Gifford, laughed derisiviely | \iz«: Coâ€" O .-v,(.fl’:;::?%,. A *" . _ * late, they see their mistake.| when the field was offere lo‘ i s lt Cl «C . i 5C * and the complications that|him for $50 back in 1881 Jim | Flsa wonl 4 ""e ; 4 * arise can be more than emâ€"| didn‘t know he was tu 'mngl + 6 R \ * barrassing \ down the greatest oppor!;.lmty | *</ tait Meoabptn > L * s * It is best to be honest, even | of his life. |_ td FSoit fakk : . = is S _ * at this late day. & |\ _ Within seven years the/ tand | W" ~, 38 <’:"‘"'V;;~,’£"ax"’ io. S eA wHY wWASTE '"ME& ol _| turned out to be the \k’orld‘s' wao e" / Z:‘!i-;»;“:g,‘»"fia _ M *‘‘% $ l lDr:ar A"";(“'r‘“v _h paren:: greatest source of asbestos and «48 \. _: ut Nn Te Comminnds . # +% L ondy ilel!flmem ate :M(bt:)a l\vfeke | it soon brought Charlie! Webb seystl "Ja" & % %fl 8 |and lately the ony NCX ‘K® |enough ready cash to mfke all | wRru > + k. â€"" B . s e has broken a few dates On th€ | ;. Greams come tru |â€"f 1t § i *\%\ _ «> s spur of the moment. That was | is creams ¢o : t of 3,&%1 i t & * * t [ e lall right for a while, but now | _ Asbestos was only in) its inâ€" Lo uko 000C We ols J s % he keeps it up. Other things he | fancy. Toâ€"day it insulates the 4 . ol is > : ,,,( does hurt me, too. | super heated exhausts of jet enâ€" f s ah y dih 6 l "He declares he loves me, but | EiNes, 18 &n essential to car i M F Jt’ _g % C 5 e Â¥ he has certainly changed in a]clutches and brakes and toughâ€" e . y : 70 e s #, Ihis wav Shall I keen on seeing |ens the plastic txleamun_ your i i. i d e 3 B ‘x and iatel_v the only boy 1 like has broken a few dates on the spur of the moment. That was all right for a while, but now he keeps it up. Other things he does hurt me, too. "He declares he loves me, but he has certainly changed in a big way. Shall I keep on seeing him? UNHAPPY" * When you have only two * dates a week,. isn‘t it extravaâ€" * gant to give them to a boy * who treats you as he pleases? * What fun you could be having * with a wellâ€"bred lad whom * you can trust to keep his * word! In any time of indecision, tell Anne Hirst about it. Her long experience and her warm symâ€" pathy have given her a deep insight, and her counsel is safe to follow. Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toron: to, Ont. Walking Motorists A â€" generalization _ commonly heard is that the automobile is bad for the legs. People hop in the car if only to go a couple of blocks to the grocery store. In a few generations, it has been said, human legs and feet will become almost useless appenâ€" dages. We cannot go along with this theory. The automobile, when used ‘as transportation to and from the business district, is a developer, rather than a deâ€" stroyer, of human legs. "I park my car just south of Oswego." said a businessman the other day as he walked briskly up Sixth Avenue at the closing hour. This was an exaggeration, of course, but he and hundre‘is ‘like him, who were walking in many directions from the core area, do have to park a long way from their offices. They enâ€" joy healthful exercise missed by those who lean against buildings waiting for the bus.The Oregonâ€" ‘Too many young girls . not <bear to deny they wait for a lad leaving for serviceâ€"sometimes . they sorry for him, often bec they want to boast the engaged to a serviceman. late, they see their mis and the complications arise can be more than barrassing. It is best to be honest, . at this late day. ‘HY WASTE TIME® Use of ether had proved so effective in simplifying the work of finâ€"clipping trout that workers, as an experiment. apâ€" plied the same practice while stripping eggs from rainbow trout. _ Almost a million eggs were taken from etherized trout in half the time usually reâ€" quired. In addition, the percentâ€" age of delivered‘ eggs that "eyed up" nearly doubled. Send him off, date nicer boys who think you are worth their time and will treat you as considerately as you deâ€" serve. If you haven‘t known any, look about you in church and in school and use that litle head of yours to encourâ€" age those who seem worth while. Cultivate girl friends, too, for through them you will meet boys who were brought up to be gentlemen. The spawnâ€"takers, who forâ€" merly had to tussle with slipâ€" pery trout weighing up to 15 pounds, were enthusiastic boostâ€" ers for "twilight sleep" for the finny expectant mothers. You must be very easily pleased to put up with such nonsense; it is painful and is getting you nowhere. A date is a boy‘s given word: if you are constantly worried wonâ€" dering whether he will live up to it, what pleasure are you having? let me iatel_v th broken & ot the ight for "TWILIGHT SLEEP" him, often because to boast they‘re a serviceman. Too see their mistake, complications . that be more than emâ€" parents i week. 1 like on the at was ut now Weary _ tiresome ish gold his land Jim Giff when th him for didn‘t k down . th of his 1if Within turned .« greatest it soon enough his dreal his dreams come true. / Asbestos was only inj its inâ€" fancy. Toâ€"day it insulates the super heated exhausts of jet enâ€" gines, is an essential to car clutches and brakes and toughâ€" ens the plastic tiles on your floor. And Charlie Webb‘s old land is currently yielding $100,â€" 000,000 worth to an asbestos eager world every year. It backs the millionaire forâ€" tune of muchâ€"married Tommy Manville and helps pay the aliâ€" mony to his exâ€"wives. It‘s so precious that, north in British Columbia, engineers are shavâ€" ing the asbestos cop on a 6.000â€" foot mountain and shipping the processed mineral through Alasâ€" ka for ekxport to the world. New sources are continually being found. A hardâ€"up old go:d prospector got a job pickâ€"handâ€" ling at the Manville mine. "When do we get to the asbesâ€" tos?" he asked, and was dumbâ€" founded when told he was alâ€" ready digging it. Searching for gold on an old claim of his own, he had igâ€" nored the wealth of asbestos lying all around. So he led geologists to the site â€" and found himself a rich man. In Quebec only recently a man noticed the gleam of asâ€" bestos on a rock jutting from a lake only a few yards from the main road. Everyone asâ€" Some Useful Facts About Detergents HAREâ€"RAISING TALE â€" Chloe, the eigh?-month-_old cocker spaniel, doesn‘t seem too happy with her adopted brood. The six baby rabbits, abandoned by mama cottontail. were taken in by Chloe‘s owner. She entrusted them to the pooch‘s tender care. The spaniel shouldn‘t feel too bqgdâ€"it‘s the rabbits who are in for a dog‘s life. Did you know that a liquid detergent added to water will help prevent electricity in fabrics of made fibres? It‘s a good trick to know if you are bothered with clothes sticking to your legs in dry weather. _ But the success of detergents depends on the buyer. Too often we are guilty of trying to make them do work for which they were never intended. When you buy detergents, buy the right kind for the job you want to do. It is a misconception to beâ€" lieve that there is an allâ€"purâ€" pose detergent. Each one serves ite own purpose best. Detergent isn‘t a strange name to homemakers these days. You would have a hard time finding a house without a box of one brand or another by the kitchen sink. But what many houseâ€" wives don‘t realize is that there are different kinds of detergents. Some are made for heavy duty w hile others are especially adapted for lighter work. Just as one material isn‘t good for dresses and shoes, one deâ€" tergent isn‘t good for cleaning everything. When we buy a deâ€" tergent which is especially good for removing heavy grease from pots and pans we shouldn‘t exâ€" pect it to be gentle with our silks and woolens. And incidentally, we shouldn‘t wonder at this same greaseâ€" removing detergent also removâ€" ing the natural oil from our hands. A handy bottle of lotion is the best solution problem. After years of research, sciâ€" entists have come up with deâ€" tergents which make dishes sparkle, without wiping, as they never did before; and detergents which remove heavy grime from very dirty clothes without spendâ€" ing hours of scrubbing. Some housewives have found out that a soft brush and a little deâ€" tergent is an exeellent cleaner for diamond rings! By the way, if your drain clogs don‘t blame it on deterâ€" gents. Experts say that deterâ€" zents are more likely to keop the drain clear than to clog itt r _ $50 know the g life. out . to | source . brought ready ca f farming outcroppings stone he tr at Shipton, :;@» Pm nfi Irirgere m mm.iww.. y it insula exhausts of essential brakes and i years the land be the world‘s of asbestos and ht Charlie! Webb cash to mfke all me true. s only inj its inâ€" _ neighbo ed derisiv/ is oflered/ in 1881. W was â€" tugh opport;m os and | Webb +ke all little rinse static manâ€" sumed that the lake belonged to the powerful asbestos corporaâ€" tion which was mining the land all around. But Albie Ward wasn‘t so sure. He hunted up old mining archives in Quebec city and found that mineral right under Black Lake were still reserved to the Crown. 207 BIRTHDAYSâ€"Between them, these two women have nearly tripled the Biblical life span of three score and ten years. Mrs. Charlotte Bonner, ‘left, winks as she shows off congratulations from President Eisenhower and Cook County board president Daniel F. Ryan. She is 106, and has outlived three husbands and four children. Youngster of the two is Mrs. Pauline Sandoval, right, who is only 101. Mrs. Sandoval, has had a doctor‘s atâ€" tention only twice in her life. The first time was 11 years ago, when the medico told her she‘d soon be blind. She still has sight in her right eye and now the doctor is getting glasses for her so she can enjoy her favoritesâ€"her flower garden and watching boxing. wrestling and cowboy movies on TV. _ Under cover of darkness Alâ€" bie Ward staked his claim, anâ€" choring corner posts in the ice on the lake. Toâ€"day Ward is alâ€" ready a millionaire. Goevernâ€" ment experts report that $600,â€" 000,000 of asbestoes lies beneath the lake. . Ninetyâ€"six per cent of the traffic accidents in St. Louis tould be prevented by the simâ€" plest of methods. That is the gist of a report by the police deâ€" partment | traffic_ analyst and safety director, Capt. Roland J. Schumacher. He says a bare 1 per cent can be classed "unâ€" avoidable" and not more than 3 per cent are due to mechanical failures. The remaining 96 out of 100 are caused by such violations of law â€" and common sense â€" as speeding and going through stop signs and yellow lights. These are faults any person of driving age and average intelligence can easily correct. If the mechanical elements of cars caused 96 per cent of the accidents, if they failed to perâ€" form even their most simple functions adequately, the situâ€" ation would be called intolerâ€" able. Is it ahy more tolerable because the element so fundaâ€" mentally at fault is the one beâ€" hind the wheel?â€"St. Louis Postâ€" Dispatch. NARROW ESCAPE â€" Donald Dixon, left, prospective bridegroom who was injured in Dayton, O., when a bomb wrapped as a wedding gift exploded in his hands, is in fair condition. The University of Dayton student was injured three hours before he was to wed Sara lovise Pfarrer,.right. Three others were also injured by the blast. Safety Is Simple _ DRIVE WITH CARE Seventyâ€"one Years In Edmonton Ninetyâ€"threeâ€"yearâ€"old _ El iz a Fulton looks on the city of Edâ€" monto and what has happened to the land, just east of the city, which she and her husband broke in 1889, as something of a miracle. The day she first saw Edmonâ€" ton, 71 years ago, it was a colâ€" lection of log cabins, the "Bay Store" and the fort, There were only three or four white wom:â€" en in town. The land she was about to farm was a tangled mass of bush sweeping to the North Saskatchewan river. Today, Eliza Fulton, perky and straight â€" backed, sees the city of Edmonton as a thrivâ€" ing centre of industry and agâ€" ricu@ture, and the farm land she still loves as the site of Imâ€" perial Oil‘s Edmonton refinery, the largest in western Canada. Almost a lifetime of memoâ€" ries lies in between. Eliza Fulâ€" ton‘s life has been one of pionâ€" eer adventure and disappointâ€" ment, heartbreak and reward. She has seen the barest poverâ€" ty and has worked hard. Yet, a soft smile lights her face when she talks of her poorest days. ‘"The times when we had no money at all and things seemed blackest often turned out to be our happiest," Mrs. Fulton came to Canada from the Orkney Islands, off the coast of Scotland, in 1884. She traveled with her brother in a Hudson‘s Bay Co. ship and by train across the then empty prairies to Calgary. "Calgary was no more than a shack town. Not even a proper platform at the railway station. It was a great shock to a young girl." But she was in for even ruder shocks. She was met at Calgary by another brother who was farming‘ near Edmonton. He came with horses and wagon and the trio started north. The journey took two weeks. They camped at night, sleeping in the wagon or on the open prairie. The day before thiy were due to arrive, she commanded her brother to stop the wagon. "You must give me time to tidy up before we get there," she said. With her brother‘s reply, her heart sank, "No need. There‘s nobody there to see you, except some Indians!" Mrs. Fulton recalls that she wanted desperately to make her brother turn round and head back for "civilized" Calâ€" gary. But she stuck with it. Her brother‘s wife was dead and for four years she took care of his children at his home in Edmonton. Then she met Daniel Fulton, a dashing young farmer who had been working with his father just east of the town. They met at one of the regular dances in the Hudson‘s Bay store. They were married in January, 1889. "My husband had a nice log cabin, across the road from his father‘s and the land he wantâ€" ed to farm was at the back of it. It was bush all the way to the river. We went straight member there was little snow on the ground and the road was very dusty." It takes time to do anything It takes time to do anyt worthwhile, and Daniel ton‘s farm didn‘t flourish first. He had the land to c to break, and to sow. His erop didn‘t brikg enough It takes time to do mytw worthwhile, and Daniel 1â€" ton‘s farm didn‘t flourish at first. He had the land to clear, to break. and to sow. His first the next year‘s seed. And Eliza Fulton hadn‘t even a, market for her eggs and butter. . The winter was bitterly cold. _ In time the farm started to pay and the firsts child was born. Mrs. Fulton had six children, five girls and one boy. All of them were born in the log cabâ€" in. "Sometimes a neighbor came over to help. Most times they were born into the world alone," she recalls. The land proved to be rich. By 1904, the family had saved enough to build a big brick house. Within 12 years it had a full cellar, hot and cold water and a sewage system â€" someâ€" thing of a novelty for a farmâ€" house in those days. World War 1 came and wheat was needed to feed troops in Europe. _ Edmonton became a busy agricultural centre. . The Thirties arrived and with them drought, depression and poverty again. By the time of World War II one of Mrs. Fulton‘s grandchildren, Danny Hollands, was helping her husband on the farm, and things were flourishâ€" ing. Dan Fulton died in 1943 and young Danny took over the farm. In February, 1947, Imperial Oil brought in Leduc No. 1 and the west‘s present oil developâ€" ment began. It was the biggest thing that had happened to Alâ€" berta since the Turner Valley oil finds. ZEdmonton mushrcomâ€" ed. By 1948 it was plain ‘o Imâ€" perial a refinery would be needed at Edmonton to process the Alberta oil and to catisfy the growing appetite of Alberâ€" ta‘s farm and industrial maâ€" chines. Parts of a U.S. army warâ€" time refinery were transported from Whitehorse, Y.T., to be rebuilt, remodeled and reâ€"asâ€" sembled. Where to put it? The most suitable site cwas Mrs. Fulton‘s land. Mrs. Fulton had found it difficult to get help on the farm and, though reluctant to part with the land that had meant so much to her, she sold it to Imperial and moved to an easiâ€" er life in the city. She still lives there. From her windows she sees the great expanding city. Her grandson, Danny, took anâ€" other farm near Cloverbar â€" five miles east of the original farm, and soon presented Mrs. Fulton with two great grandâ€" children, a boy and a girl. She now has 16 grandchildren and 24 great grandchildren. Danny still goes to the old homesterd. He cuts hay every year on the refinery property. The family connection with the refinery goes even deeper now. His uncle, Jimmy Holâ€" lands (Danny‘s mother is Mrs. Fulton‘s daughter, Reta) is a district manager in Imperial‘s Alberta _ marketing > division, where he is known as "Mr Northland" for his pioneer work in the far north, Another uncle, John Hollands, works at Imâ€" perial‘s marketing plant near the refinery. _ Recently Mrs. Fulton paid another visit to her farmlands. A new and colorful sight met her eyes. In place of the wheat fields of her memories there now stood beside the refinery another large new plant â€" a lubricating oil plant â€" the first H. H. Moor, then superintenâ€" dent of the refinery and now manager of Imperial‘s Halifax refinery, _ took _ Mrs. Fulton around in his car. Some of the questions . prompted by her pioneer _ spirit would â€" have stumped a lesser guide. . She wanted to know exactly what went on in each unit. She was told the new plant will supply Alberta farmers with lubricatâ€" ing oils made in their own provâ€" ince from crude found beneath their own fields. in western Canada, whose bright towers, pipes and gauges are painted all colors of the rainâ€" bow. Her comment was, "It‘s wonâ€" derful. A miracle." And if there was a tear in her eye, no one noticed. Mrs. Fulton, at 93, a great Alberta pioneer, and a grand old lady of Edmonton, hasn‘t much time for such weakâ€" nesses. He was a new office boy and was having great trouble in keeping callers from disturbing his boss. ; â€"‘"When I say you‘re out, they never believe me, sir," he said. ‘‘They say they must see you." "Whatever they say, be firm," snapped the boss. ‘"Tell them ‘That‘s what they all say. It‘s imâ€" possible.‘" â€" That afternoon a toughâ€"lookâ€" ing woman called and asked to see the boss. 8 s â€" â€" _ Mâ€"Mâ€"M! FAMILIAR The prim old lady was given the first glass of gin she had ever had. After sipping if for a moment she looked up with a Puzzled "How odd!" she murmured. "It tastes just like the mediâ€" cine my husband has been takâ€" ing for the lAst twenty years." â€"‘;'Irvl;\r;;os'ible." said the boy firmly. â€" ooo â€" "But I‘m his wife," said the womaq. oman. . _ ;. 00. â€"‘‘That‘s what they all say, ma‘am," was the reply. alr HIS MISTAKE for More than a thousand miles from ivilization, in his desolate Eskima "practice" in the Canaâ€" dian _ Eastern _ Arctic, young "Doc" Joseph P. Moody got a radio message that wa$ to send him on a fantastic adventure. Two Eskimos had vanished from a camp near Fulleston Point, 90 miles ‘to the northâ€" east, and they had to be found because they were carriers of a dangerous contagious disease which could menace the health of that section of the Aretic. The weather was unpredictâ€" able, with temperatures around 40 below, snowstorms and blizâ€" zards. The only safe. way would be by dog team, but how could the young doctor chase wanderâ€" ing Eskimos over several hunâ€" dred square miles of rock, snow and ice? Then he thought of a man he‘d never met, one of the first to fly a plane in midwinter into the East Arctic â€" Gunnar Ingebrigâ€" sten, _ nicknamed _ "Fogbound." who was building up the first Arctic airline, "Arctic Wings"â€" and also the legend of a fabuâ€" lous character. > Doc Moody wired him at Churchill, Manitoba: Could he possibly land at Chesterfeld and dy him north over the Fullerton Point area? The next day Fogbound came dropping out of the sky to make a bumpy landing on the bay‘s rough ice with his fragile craft. "It‘s a deadly disease these Esâ€" kimos have," the Doc* warned him. "I can‘t guarantee that you won‘t catch it." Off they flew over miles of rocky wilderness, skimming low, straining eyes for two black specks, then with darkness falâ€" ling, headed back home. Sudâ€" denly Fogbound whistled and pointed ahead. A storm was bearâ€" ing down on them. Fogbound nosed the plane down, straightened out for a landing on ice close to the edge of open â€"water. This impact of their forced landing was so great that they bounced off again nearly 300 feet into the air, and after a series of acrobatic jumps came to a stop. "Quickâ€"get out!" Fogbound yelled, and they tumbled out on to the ice. First, Doc struggled to breathe and keep his footing. A 60 m.p.h. wind was slicing at them across the ice, flinging dense snow in their faces, at times blinding them. Grabbing rope and an ice chisel, Fogbound tied the plane to the ice. Back they went into the airâ€" craft. The cabin grew unbearâ€" ably cold. They warmed their noses constantly with their hands for fear they would freeze. Finâ€" ally they covered themselves with a few hides and managed to sleep. But not for long, for the plane had started to dance on the ice. A slight increase in the gale velocity would lift it free and pound it to bits. Fogbound now insisted that they rope themâ€" selves to the fuselage. This posed the problem: Would it be better to get blown up into the sky dangling from a runaway plane or, unattached, take a chance of staying on the ice by themâ€" selves? Fogbound solved it by dragâ€" ging out a steel cable and two ice chisels. Still tethered to the fuselage, keeping their feet with difficulty, they cut two deep parallel slots in the ice, dug a connecting tunnel two feet beâ€" low the surface, and through it pulled the cable, fastening it securely to the plane runners. They had just gotten back into the cabin when a thunderous roar, followed by earâ€"splitting explosions, sent them outside again. The ice on which they‘d landed had broken loose, leaving a footâ€"wide gap. "Our runners are five feet long," Fogbound screamed. oy>iour 'hr.o-;lnd:'wo»loyor fruit cakes. According to old Engâ€" lish custom, use of the fruit cakes makes it an authentic "groom‘s cake." THE DAINTY BITE SIZE â€" For his doughter‘s wedding, Carl F. Wilke, a baker, whipped up something special. The giant wedding cake, above, took Carl three days to make, stands four and a half feet high, weighs 150 pounds, and is valued at $150. Based with three individual fourâ€"layer chotolate cakes and a threeâ€"layer yellow cake, this unique conie_:’ion is crowned When Death Loomed At 40 Below "Maybe I can taxi her across. You don‘t have to get in. Doc. But if the impact of my takeâ€" off pushes the ice farther out to sea I can‘t pick you up again." "I‘m with you. Get in!" Moody shouted back. They released the anchor caâ€" bles and taxied slowly towards the gap. which had now widened to two feet. Fogbound opened the throttle . . . a bump . . . and they were across. In the morning they discovered that their taxiâ€"ing through the whirling snow during the night had run them almost into a litâ€" tle snowâ€"covered tent only 100 yards or so away. In it huddled the two sick Eskimos they were seeking. After trying to evade them, the Eskimos now piled sratefully into the plane and were flown to a hospital. Doc Moody says that Fogâ€" bound wrote in the Doc‘s guestâ€" book: "We never stagger, we never fall, we fly at any excuse at all." ; But Fogbound always returnâ€" ed, master of the elements he defied, and in time became the Doc‘s trusted companion on many expeditions and patrols. Base your new spring wardâ€" robe on this most fattering dress! Easy sewing â€" ironâ€"on flowers trim the neckline in vivid colors! Pattern 898: Misses‘ Sizes 12, 14, 16, 18, 20. Tissue pattern, washable ironâ€"on transfers in combination â€" of pink, green. State size. 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