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ts Hades hb SLE. | Hex Alls ing ¥ 20 AE 3 vote iy Fy + Fa y = TA a x 96 Thal Tad od hd ¥ FAT AS Ina FE ral Oedipal) Ags Wb eb Rab laid dn Sup rdind : F403 Ld i SHANE RR hs fA A fe aman ar SEER SE a TEI FEARS RR DEAE VIER 3 PE REFS Erase "Dear Anne Hirst: IT am almost beside myself! My mother was brought up under the rigid con- trol of her parents, .and now they are trying to run my, life for me.* They don't like my boy friend because I met him in camp and his people live across the country. (He is stationed 'nearby until he sails for ser- vi¢2 abroad.) __'They insist my mother make me follow the silliest rules! I'm nearly 18, but I've got no say in the hours I keep. Mother says I must be in by 11:30, even on week-ends, and if I'm not she throws a scene right in front of him; you know no nice boy fs going to stand that long. Why can't I be as free as other girls my age? "I could handle my mother all right, for we get along fine until her family steps in. But this time I'm standing on my rights. We want to get married before he leaves, and though I'd be willing to wait, I'm afraid T'll lose him if I say so. He is a decent chap who is liked by all my friends and their par- ents, and I'm wild about him. "Besides, if we get married, my grandparents would have to stop their interference. BARBARA" * I doubt that you could in- 777 by Coane Wheel Display your artfstry with needle and thread! It's really easy; mainly outline and single stitch used for this lovely panel --done in glowing, true peacock colors ! Pattern" 777: 'Transfer of pic- ture 15x19% inches. Colour chart is easy, fun to follow. 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 Tor- onto, Ont. Print plainly PAT- TERN NUMBER, your NAME and ADDRESS. Two FREE Patterns as a gift to our readers--printed right in our NEW Laura Wheeler Needle- craft Book for 1957! Dozens of other, new designs you'll want to order--easy, fascinating hand- work for yourself, your home. Be sure to send 25 cents for your copy of this book now---don't miss it! ANNE HIRST | fluence your mother on this matter. Shé has not met your friend's family. (which every parent wants to do) and even you do not know whether he has written them he is en- gaged. They could very rea- sonably object to his marry- ing anybody before he has begun the career he plans after his service ends. What is chiefly bothering you, I'm .afraid, ig that you are being made to obey. You seek marriage as the one escape from discipline, I ex- pect. There you are wrong. Discipline is one of the cssen- tial planks in. the marriage platform, and when it has to be self-administered it pre- sents a hazard which you have not realized. When a girl mar- ries she pledges to fry to ad- just herself to her husband's way of thinking and living; in your present emotional state you are rebelling against making any adjustments to anybody. Perhaps you do not know that in your province you can- not marry without your mo- ther's consent until you are 21. It will promote your cause if you relax now, and cheerfully wait until your soldier comes home. If you keep on rebelling and breaking rules, your mo- ther and your grandparents will only put op more pres- sure; they could make it im- possible for you to see him again, you know. Tell your soldier that if he helps you to do as your mo- ther asks (instead of encour- aging you to disobey her " » ee & chances for her approval to marry you later. Such an ap- peal will test his character; if ® he is all you think, he will ® co-operate -- which will end ® this. futile controversy and * make everyone happier. Think * jit over. : 2 [ LJ ® WORRY 1S DESTRUCTIVE "Dear Anne Hirst: I am con- ® 0 0 0 0 0 & 0 0 OG OE 0 EGE EEG OE 0 CEE EP IEEE EOE EOE Ee ss ees stantly on edge. I am one of a large family, all of whom are very close and dear to one an- "-'ofher, but there always seems "16 be trouble somewhere! A brother's daughter has an acci- dent, or a niece is taken ill, Every time the telephone rings I expect bad news. It is getting me down. "Is there any cure for this? = » AFRAID." ®* One of the most devastating * habits is worrying. As we look * back, though, we see how * much energy we have ex: * pended in anticipating trou- * bles that never occurred. * There is always something to * get us down if we let it. * Every time misfortune has * attacked your family you have * met it ably and given what aid * you could. You always will, * Why drain strength by fear- * ing anything? We can meet * whatever comes, so isn't it * foolish to get all upset before- * hand? * Faith in yourself is essential, * and strength comes as it is * required. Cultivate serenity * and you will achieve it. * Knowledge is power; you know * yourself to be able to step in * when help is needed so face * cach day with confidence. It * js all a matter of thinking, * and as you practice you will * succeed in staying tranquil * L > If your opinions clash with your mother's, tell Anne Hirst about it. She can explain why parents feel as they do, and help you maintain harmony in the family. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Tor- onto, Ont, a 5 \ LITHE AND LOVELY -- Beauty like this doesn't grow on trees, but this shady oak in a park makes a perfect setting for beautiful Susan Harrison, who's on her way to Hollywood stardom. A native of the Bronx, the former waitress has a costar pa In movie "Sweet Smell of Success." rules), he will double his, ¥ ; oy a wr ANOTHER CONQUEST -- Princess Margaret, whose name has been linked romantically with a number of men since the end ef her romance with Capt. Peter Townsend, adds another ad- mirer in this Cub Scout rubbing his nose in bashful admiration. The princess, as president of the Church of England Youth Coun- cil, visited the group of Girl Guides and Wolf Cub Scouts at the Harcliffe Housing Estate in Bristol, England. HRONICLES 2GINGERFARM Gwendoline P. Clarke For the pasts week Partner and I have been making daily trips from Halfway House to Ginger Farm, gathering up more of our belongings each day, still sorting, discarding and burning. Even at that I know we are keeping far more stuff than we srould. I know, too, that it won't be very long before we shall want something or other that has been destroyed. It al- ways happens that way, doesn't it? ee To our sorrow the poor old farm is beginning to look ne- glected already. The grass needs cutting and sweet rocket has practically taken over the flow- er beds. Sweet rocket, a favor- ite with humming-birds, is a lovely sweet-scented perennial but I suppose it should be clas- sed as a weed because of the way it spreads. Cutting it down doesn't do any good. The only way to keep it under control is pull it up by the roots--and if there is no one around to pull it, what then? } Every day Partner and I have taken the electric kettle and a lunch along with us when we go to the farm and then about four o'clock we sit down to a most incongruous afternoon. tea. Tea made in an old silver teapot, cups without handles and our table is a small homemade af- fair that was formerly used, first as a stand to wash the cream separator and later the milking machine. We little thought its final purpose would be to act as a table for afternoon tea dur- ing the last days of our occu- pancy of the farm. Tea over, we work until after five and then we head for home. But all is not well at home either. The television has gone tempeta- mental. Sometimes a picture comes on the screen and some- times it doesn't, My watch is also protesting against the even tenure of its life being disturb- ed and so refuses to function. But our major problem has been Rusty. We thought we could keep him but that doesn't seem possible. There seems to be a dog on every lot. Dogs that have been well trained from puppyhood to stay within bounds. On the farm Rusty stayed within bounds too--but his boundary was a hundred acres. Here if we let him loose he runs like a deer, so he is tied up more than he should be. Our neighbour tells us that he howls most of the time when we are away at the farm. Under such conditions to, keep Rusty would be a pleasure neither to us nor to him. And so this afternoon we are taking Rusty. to a new homo a very lovely home where he will have not one but two hundred acres to run around in and a Dalmatian puppy to play with. . ' Well, I suppose most people have, been worrying about the cool weather, For several days it looked as if we were going to have an early spring. Frosty nights soon dispelled that idea, I hope no oné had geraniums or summer annuals planted out, Apparently the old adage still holds good--wait until after the 24th of May. That can be done with boxed plants but what about fruit blossoms over which we have no control. The warm sun encouraged buds to swell and now if Jack Frost has done any permanent damage we can expect a light fruit crop -- and, that will be just too bad for growers and consumers alike, But at the moment I am more concerned about the low price of eggs. For about ten weeks the price has remained static -- 33 cents to shippers for grade A Large. This time last year the price was 43 cents--and that is as low as it -should-be if there is to be. any margin of profit for the poultry farmer. Since we shall soon be buying eggs I suppose we should be glad. But 'we are not. Leaving the farm doesn't mean losing sight of the farmer's viewpoint. We raised chickens, sold eggs, kept cows and shipped milk for too many years for us ever to forget. Probably it is a case of once a farmer always a farmer. Per- haps that is why I find it hard to remember to put the milk bottles out at night. And if I forget I can't say to Partner -- "You might bring me a can of milk from the barn tonight." And 1 wouldn't have to put tokens in the can either! Ah well, this transition per- iod is bound to be a little diffi- cult. We can't expect anything else. No doubt as the weeks go by we shall probably get a bet- ter perspective of the advan- taves and disadvantages result- ing from he move we have made. Already we have found out that we have very nice neighbours. On one side of us a young Scot- tish couple who are expecting their first baby in three weeks. On the other side a Polish ex- "== farmer, his wife and little girl. They spend every spare minute in their garden. They are very friendly and helpful. Right op- posite there is a doctor and his family. He has an office at the house. Quite a comforting thought to know there is a doc- tor so handy. Back of us is an amateur gardener so we shall have the joy of seeing beautiful flowers without looking after them. Which is just as well for this year as our garden land doesn't look too promising. But there are plenty of young ash trees plus plum and blackthorn along thesfence so we shall at least have a little shade and 'greenery, especially as just be- yond the trees there is a golf course with the greenest grass I ever saw. Modern Etiquette by Roberta Lee Q." When should one tip the porter on a train--at the begin- ning, during, or at the end of the journey? A. At the end of the journey. Q. Is it all right, when enter- taining dinner guests, to use a folded napkin to brush crumbs off the table? A. This is quite all right. Q. When the first course at a dinner parly is crabmeat, served either in a tomato or on a let- tuce leaf, is the correct imple- ment to use a salad fork or an oyster fork? A. An oyster fork is used if the crabmeat is served in a cocktail glass, and a salad fork is used if it is served on a plate, Japan's Mountain Has A Rival Much has been written about graceful Fujiyama, Japan's "per- fect" mountain. Yet for all its delicate loveliness and age-old charm, the Japanese beauty has a rival. Quite gs irresistible is New Zealand's Mt. Egmont -- or, as the Maoris call it, Taranaki '-- dominating an entire province. And more climbers have reached the summit of Egmont than any other peak of comparable height, One reason is the mountain's accessibility, From New Ply- J mouth, a seaside city of 25,000 it is a mere half-hour journey by automobile to a fine, modern hostel 3,000 feet up. The summit --glittering, dazzling, always snow-clad--is 5,000 feet higher, and can be reached by a not-too- difficult climb when weather conditions are favorable. The first white man to view this mountain was Capt. James Cook, nearly two centuries ago. He named the peak after the Earl of Egmont, then First Lord of the Admiralty, and noted in his logbook that Egmont is vis- ible from 100 miles at sea. The native name was then and still is Taranaki--both for the moun- tain and the surrounding land, for Taranaki is a rich dairying province which Mt. Egmont dominates. . In the lore of the old-time Maori, the slopes of this moun- tain were tabu--sacred--not to be trodden by ordinary men. Yet Maori tradition gives the honor of its first ascent to their chief, the ancient Tahurangi. He climbed, they say, from a native village which once stood on the site of the present North Egmont Hostel. When he reached the top, the chief lit a fire to prove that BLONDE FATE -- Jan Sterling says the fate of all Hollywood blondes -- except Grace Kelly -- is to be cast in bad-girl roles. Jan's graduated in her latest film, "Slaughter on Tenth Ave- nue" --. she plays an ex-bad girl. he had accomplished the climb and had taken possession of the peak. And today; when ° thin wisps of cloud are seen circling the summit, and blowing away like' smoke upon the wind, the local Maoris say: "Ae, te ahi a Tahtirangi 1" (Ah, there is Tahu= rangi's fire !). f The first successful ascent by a white man was made by Dr. Ernst Diffenbach, a naturalist, on Christmas Day, 1839. His par- ty included an American Negro named Lee, and a whaler from a shore station which had been established on the Taranaki Coast, The names Tahurangi Bluff and Diffenbach Cliffs on Egmont perpetuaté the memory |- of the first Maori and the first white man ever to conquer the mountain, Geologically, the mountain is a vast volcanic cone which, in ages past, belched great clouds ~ of vapor, flame, and terrifying showers of ash and stone. Floods of white-hot Java welled up from the crater and spread over the land below, for, serene and still though it is today, this moun= tain was once most active and it has had a profound effect on the nature of the nearby coun- try. With their flair for the picturesque, however, the Ma- oris tell a different story of the grim beginnings of the mountain, Various interpretations have been given for the name "Tar- anaki," one being "Father of the Land." This seems especially apt, since much of the nearby country has been built up by successive showers of dust and volcanic ash blown from the crater. The volcanic soil is fer= tile, and once supported many square miles of luxuriant forest. The settler's axe has leveled most of that, and now its place has been taken by acres of ver- dant pasture. The human race seems to have improved everything ex- cept people. Marilyn Monroe's Half-Sister Not long ago a little hoy of seven took home some photo- graphs of Marilyn Monroe. His mother looked at them with more than ordinary interest, then said, emphatically, "I should so much like to meet her." A natural enough desire, for 38-year-0ld Mrs. Olava Marlene Nielson is Marilyn's half-sister: Although so closely related, the lives of the two women could hardly be more different. Marilyn Monroe, glamorous, rich, famous, talented, is the most féted, admired and publi- cized actress in the world today. Mrs. Nielson, the wife of a Danish baker, mother of four fine sons, is a quietly-spoken woman who shuns publicity of any kind, lives in a pleasant farmhouse near Copenhagen, and has never even seen her glamor- ous sister on or off the screen. At this, one of the very few interviews she has ever granted, Marlene Nielson showed the only photographs she possessed of Marilyn, and explained that only recently had she realized the success Marilyn had achieved. Talking through an interpreter for she speaks no English, Mar- lene Nielson said how distressed she had been by Marilyn's pre- vious unhappy life and mar- riages. She had never doubted, though, that Marilyn was trying very hard to find a happy home and she wag delighted to hear of her idyllic marriage to Arthur Miller. Marlene remembers her father quite clearly, though he died tragically and while still quite young in a car crash when visit- ing the United States to study the possibilities of emigrating. Hans Mortensen was a Nor- wegian farmer of high standing and a leading citizen of Hauge- . sand. Marlene describes him as "a God-fearing, forthright man," who was devoted to her mother. Marilyn Monroe, his little daughter born in" America, was only a baby when he died. And for her his death meant the be- ginning of a series of foster homes, with a spell in an orphan- age that taught her to be self- " sufficient and to make the best of her environment, but gave her very little happiness. The death of Mortensen also changed things entirely for his family in Norway. Their financial position deteriorated and, in the spring of 1936, the children were moved to Denmark. There Marlene met and, in the following year, married Hans Christian Nielson. "My husband and I are farm- ing people," she explained. "We work hard, but we have a good, full life, a comfortable income and are very happy." Marlene's friends and neigh- bours in the small military town - of Holbaek, thirty miles from Copenhagen, pay little attention to the fact that she is the sister of the glamorous Marilyn Mon- roe. They like this neatly dress- ed, friendly woman who lives in a charming, comfortable, mo- dern home, which che runs with model efficiency. Marlene Nielson says very firmly that she has never wanted to go to the United States, even to visit her famous sister, be- cause she feels that Derimark "is a more stable and rational place to live in." Her only bro- ther is happily settled in Tor- - onto, Canada. Perhaps one day Mr. and Mrs, Arthur Miller will succeed in disguising themselves as just ordinary tourists and will man= age to pay a private visit to the Nielsons. They'd enjoy it, for i would seem, from Marlene's experience, that Denmark is a country where even Marilyn Monroe could walk around with out being besieged by gaping sightseers -- and yet be wel- come with friendliness,--From - "Tit-Bits." WHAT A JURY! The judge was disgruntled bi the jury's decision and ask the foreman: "What possible ex= cuse did you have for acquit ting this man accused of mur- der?" "Insanity," the foreman re- plied, "What!" 'exploded the judge. "All twelve of you?" -Loveliest Lines! PRINTED PATTERN The "Empire-Princess" -- thls new Printed Pattern fashions ths very loveliest lines for your figure! Graceful dress with scoop neck, high empire bodice, smooth fitted and flaring silhouette. Little bolero -- and perfeel coverup! Printed Pattern 4792: Misses' Sizes 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20. Siza 16 dress, bolero 434 yards 35- inch. Printed directions on each pat- ted part. Easier, faster, accur- ate. : 'Send FORTY CENTS -(40¢) (stamps cannot be accepted, uss postal note for safety) for this pattern. Please print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS, STYL® "NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth :St.,, New Toronto, Ont. ISSUE 23 -- 1957 CITED FOR GOLDEN DEEDS -- Eight-year-old Charles Neil Gibbs, Jr,, is awarded the United Cerebral Palsy's Golden Deed Cru- sade Medal by Gen. Randolph McC. Pate, Marine Corps com- mandant, during ceremonies at Corps headquarters, Charles has traveled thousands of miles to aid the 600,000 victims of cerebral palsy. Untjl two years ago the 1956 Cerebral Palsy poster boy was unable to walk, Me now gets around with the aid of crutches and braces. S % A