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f ANN£ HIRST 1 V~%(ouX. family Cbu*uU&l-J "Dear Anne Hirst: I am adding my own confession to that of the woman you wrote of recently, who deliberately planned to break up a romance. I'm a widow, too, and I set my heart on a man. "He had left his wife to join an old love who had come back into his life. She was pretty and smart, and both of them as fine ai God ever put breath into. I set my plans to separate them -- and to my undying regret, I did. He held a public office; I spread ugly tales about her until the whole town rang with the scandal. . "I pursued him without shame. Had my hair dyed (I'm in the early 30's). Gave him money to keep him interested -- and finally, I won him. Was I sitting on top of the world! "It didn't last, of course. He got fed up, had himself transferred to another city. (1 even went to see him there, 1 was dM under his feet.) When he came hwre for the holidays I Be right in fashion! Prop up Eur full-skirted fashions with •tty petticoats. 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IN THE DEPTHS" * You have taken the first * step toward peace of mind -- * confession -- and already you * are beginning to know humil- * ity. As you progress, and learn * how to pray and exercise your * faith, you will be given * strength to bear the scorn of * those who censure you. They * will be watching, you know, * and as they see the new wom- * an emerge they will cease to * scoff and grow to love you * again. * Dr. Henry Milton Taylor * wrote a book some time ago, * "Faith Must Be Lived," which * he calls a prescription in * Christian psychology, "an old- * fashioned medicine chest for * the soul." It stresses the truth * that emotional comfort and * health are attained through * religious good health. It has * both freshness and the feel- * ing of permanence, and f be- * lieve it can restore your spirit * and bring real consolation to * a woman of your intelligence * and determination. * Stay with your churcn; and * practice your faith. You will * come through. HIS MOTHER OPPOSES "Dear Anne Hirst: I am 21, and for three years I've been a widow. (My husband was, killed in action.) I have two small children. A year ago I met a young man, and we have been in love for at least six months. He loves my babies, and he wants to marry me. "But his mother objects, because I've been married before. His father recently died, so he feels responsible- for her. "Shall I keep on seeing him, or try to forget? Thank you for any advice. '* Let time have its way. * Some mothers do object to * their sons marrying a girl who * has married before. In your * instance, she may feel that the * responsibility of two babies is * too much for a young man of * 24. Also, since her widow's * grief is still new, she may feel * she cannot spare her son just * yet. * Why not suggest that he * promise her he will not marry * for a year? That may appeal * to her, and make her feel * more • kindly toward the idea. * You have had a sad life of * your own, and I hope that one * day this happiness will come It dark days are upon you, tell Anne Hirst about it. Her experience in weighing human problems, and her sympathy and understanding can help you through. Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ont. p+fifl Vw a BUTLER Building |\ see how clear-span construction ...MAKES EVERY INCH OF SPACE USABLE! You don't pay for an inch of waste space when you erect a Butler stt al building. Clear-span interiors and straight sidewalls make all flcor space usable. No matter whether you use a Butler building as a factory, warehouse, or store, there are no posts to limit arrange-in ont of machinery or merchandise. Weather-tight, fire-safe Butler buildings, with galvanized or alu-n inum covering, require practically no maintenance. Insurance rates are low. You can get clear-span widths up to 70 feet in many lengths. Let us show you a new Butler building now in use. See how it c n fit your business. Use your own building plan or if you prefer o-jt service can include everything from foundation to insulation. Call or write us . . . today! r STIIL BUILDING SALES AND SUPPLY LIMITED EMPIRE 6-4747 W» lay Stwt, TORONTO, Ontario Double Tragedy - At Flint, Mich., Mrs. Elmer Price holds one of her triplets, Anita Sue, who is expected to retain the vision she now has in one eye. The other babies, Deborah Lynn and Janet Kay, are blind. Doctors have been unable to diagnose the ailment which has robbed two of the children of their eyesight. The triplets are eight mon?hs old. Tronicles °%Iin«erFarm We had a shower of rain this morning. It lasted for exactly five minutes. Had it lasted for five hours we would have been better pleased. It must be at least a month since we had a real rain. Everything is looking brown and shrivelled--grass, shrubs, plants, gardens -- yes, even the weeds. However, in spite of the dry weather we had our first picking of green peas today and they were sweet and tender as could be. How they managed to pod and fill I'll never know. I notice on many farms wheat has been cut and stooked, which will be a great relief to the owners. After a prolonged dry spell there is always that fear that will blow up and flatten wheat before it is cut. And: is dothing more «liscoui*i£ a farmer than a'stoi field of grain. Maybe we' wrong, but Partner and I have; a feeling that farmers have far more worries now than they had in years gone by. Far more dry weather, lack of help, more expensive machinery, fertilizer jfto buy, regulations for this and that, and with it all the price of wheat so low in comparison with the cost of production. Small wonder that so many farmers sell out when a good offer comes along for their property. But have you noticed there are more young and middle-aged farmers selling out than oldei people? Those who are young enough to work out take a chance but the older man hangs on to what he has got . . . if he can. Sometimes he has little choice--as for instance if his land is needed as part of a new road or the St. Lawrence Seaway. He may put up some opposition but the final result is always the same. It was the same when the railroads were being built. 1 was told one tint 3 of a man who said they would never lay track down across Uis farm ... no sir! Sure enough when the work gangs finally appeared this old fellow went after them with an axe! How the differences were settled I don't know, but I do know that the track was laid. Well, I really believe Partner feels like a schoolboy on holiday --at least for a day or two. Our hay is all in the barn--and of course none of it got wet. How could it? Since we finished haying two more cows have freshened now if Partner has less work in one way he has more in* another. And that's the way it goes. But we certainly needed those cows to come in. Dry pastures do little to increase the milk flow. Hot, dry weather is also hard on the hens. By the way, I don't think I ever told you about our "little, small red hen." This is what happened. One morning, about six weeks ago, I was looking out of the living-room window and out in the front garden I saw something moving about among the shrubs. I kept watching and presently I saw it was a hen. "Well now, how did you get there?" I wondered. I asked Partner if he had left the door open in the henpen or if there was a broken window anywhere. The answer was "no" and "why". Then I realized the hen I had seen was red and our own were black and red. The mystery deepened. It couldn't be a stray from a neighbouring farm as none of our neighbours has red hens. There was only one solution. The hen must have escaped from a chicken* dealer's truck and come in from the road. The hen stayed in the shelter of the shrubs all day. At night we caught her and put her with the other biddies. She settled down quite happily in her new quarters until the time came for her to start laying again. Did she use a nest box like the other hens? Oh, no, nothing so common for this hen. She gets over the top of a partition that separates the henpen from the granary. Once in the granary she makes a nice cosy nest for herself, lays an egg and then gets back to the henpen the same way as she left it. That has been going on now for several weeks. Sometimes she scratches around in the barn for a while and she could escape altogether if she wanted to. But no, every day our little red hen goes back to the pen quite of her own accord. Quite a personality, our Biddy. Now I should tell you about Mitchie-White. Remember he had one leg almost severed by the mower last year. We wondered if the same thing would happen this year, as the long, standing hay was( Mitchie's favourite hunting ground. The first time Partner went out with the mower Mitchie couldn't be found. However, Partner was on the watch and on his first round he saw a white streak tearing down the field like mad along by the fence. We didn't need to worry any more. Mitchie and the mower were never again in the field at the same time. But once the mower and tractor were back in the shed Mitchie came out of hiding and spent the whole evening hunting amid the new mown hay. Well, I hear the dogs barking. That means Bob and Joy have arrived for supper. Millions Of Islands For Sale Or For Rent At the moment there are more than one million quite habitable islands for sale or rent in and around the United States and Canada. You can buy some of them for as little as ten dollars an acre. You can lease others up to a thousand acres in area for twenty-five dollars a year. They lie scattered along the coasts and in lakes and rivers all the way from the Gulf of Mexio to Alaska. Some are tame and easily accessible. Others are as wild and remote as anyone with a mind to escape from civilization could want. Actually, one million plus is merely an estimate of the absolute minimum of habitable North American islands. There may be twice that many or more. No one has ever attempted to count them individually. Even the various state and provincial governments which retain ownership of most of them have only the vaguest ideas of the numbers within their domains. . . . Neither the imaginary paradise nor the less appetizing reality bears any resemblance to what you will find among North American islands, but even so the variety is enormous. One type is the sea island of the coast of New England and the Maritime Provinces. There are between four and five thousand of these. Most are now privately owned, but a few are always for sale at prices as low as three or four hundred dollars. Usually covered with spruce, or fir, they often have rocky shores which make them difficult to approach. . . . Near the opposite extreme are the low, sandy, semitropical islands of the Florida and Gulf coasts. Estimates Of the number of these range as high as half a million, but the great majority of them are either too swampy or too dry to be habitable. Thousands, of course, hover on the border line and can be hauled back across it if you have the pioneering spirit. A few such can be leased from state governments. But most Of the more desirable prices depend on the types of ones are privately owned, and houses which have been built on them. In most of the eastern part of the continent, lake and river islands are far more numerous than coastal ones. The Canadian province of Ontario in fact, may have all by itself more than a million habitable islands, probably the world's greatest concentration Of small bodies of land surrounded by water. Most are Crown property, and the provincial government is glad to sell them to either Canadians or United States citizens. The price is a flat forty-five dollars per acre with a limit of ten acres to a family and a requirement that a ce tain amount Of building be done on the property during the first year or two after purchase. - From "One Million Islands for Sale," by Robert Froman. Slot-Machines Are Really Big Business Mrs. Ephraim Seeker opened her big mouth for a crisp slice of pastry and suddenly gave Ephraim an outsized idea. In Bath Mrs. George Weaver accidentally swallowed a penny she had been holding in her teeth-- That'o how, simultaneously in England and the U.S., the idea for slot-machines was born. Ephnim invented a slot machine to dole out plugs of chewing tobacco, George Weaver piled up a $50,000 fortune with "automatic machines" that sold peppermints. Even then both were undoubtedly beaten by • man 1 ho lived in Alexandria 2,000 years ago and invented a slot-machine for the temple of Venus. When the coin dropped it tip-ed a balance which opened • valve, giving the pilgrim a gush of holy water. It's just over 100 years iince Eph and George were rival*. Now there are slot-machines that clean your shoes, wash your clothes, play gramophone records or sell insurance. The newest railway station machine sells 30 different snacks to hungry travellers. Nearby, a gently thrumming sister machine dispenses orange juice. One machine murmurs "Thank you" when it sells a chocolate bar. In Utah the unhappily wed have merely to drop the required coins in a slot to get their divorce papers which then have only to be signed and legally endorsed. New York department stores now leave order-taking machines at their doors after closing hours. A customer wanting an article displayed in the window pops in a coin and speaks !ato the machine," giving his order with name and address. The goods are delivered C.O.D. nr-xt day. Coin-operated typewriters -- long in use in Germany--will soon be appearing in Britain in railway stations and hotels. For sixpence the machine unlocks, enabling the user to write a tetter. Then there's the new intelligence-testing device coming up at the seaside. The customer has to answer five questions flashed on a screen. The machine then automatically grades his intelligence rating Army style. In Canada and the United States slot machines are estimated good for anar.nual billion dollar sale. Morning Glory - Viennese ballerina Helen Sedlak is a delightful sight along the beach in Ostia, Italy. 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