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Bt hed nly SEONMEEAAS Ete ak "Dear Anne Hirst: 'How does a girl get rid of a young man who bores her? For two years now I've been dating ene, and I can't seem to shake him. Since last Christmas we've gone out together just five times; every other evening that he comes, he just sits, "How I fell into this Labi 1 can't even remember, buf I am. . evidently stuck with hic. He) thinks radio or television are child's play; he has no intel- ; lectual resources, he just dis- agrees with practically every- thing I say; he is dictatotial and argumentative, and is impervious to any hints that I am not, to put it bluntly, crazy about him. I don't like te be rude, and I know he has few friends; maybe I'm just sorry fee him? "Last time he was here I tried to get over the idea that I was seeing him too often. He said if I turned him down he would kill himself! How can I let him Lovely Linen Add treasured linens .o your collection. Make pieces as gifts for any occasion. Cross-stitch pansies let you express yourself im color. Lovely on various llnems--on an apron, too. Pattern 748: transfer of 6x21 Inch motif, two 43 x 12% inches. 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 To- ronto, Ont. Print plainly PAT- TERN NUMBER, your NAME and ADDRESS. "hasn't down gently without feeling re- sponsible? All Through" ¢ Especially for one so sensi- * tive as you, it is easy to drify * into such a habit. But really, * lite is too. short to give so * much time to an uncouth male * who is so self-centered. Why * didn't you tell him long ago * that you were too busy to see * him regularly? Did his per- * sistency flatter you, or hadn't * you any other boy friend? * Tell him now. Be out when * he calls, but if you happen to * be at home, ask your family * to co-operate. If-he telephones, * hang up. He will not perish '¢ * disappointment; in fact, you * may be a bit aggrieved how ¢ soon he finds another soft- ¥ hearted girl to bore. ¢ ° Stop fearing his threats. * Make a quick, clean break and * get it over with. * * . "Dear Anne Hirst: I love my young man intensely and we want to get married but I need my mother's consent, and she will not give it. (Even if 1 were of age, though, I wouldn't want to get married without her approval.) "We don't want to waste our youth apart, but my mother has a strong will and I don't know what to do. She and my fiance's mother are good friends, so she anything against - the family. Please advise me. My mother was married twice, and unhapy both times. Geraldine" * Your mother's own marriage * experiences make her afrald # that you might repeat her his- * tory, and she would save you * from that danger at least until * you have more judgment. Per- * haps your fiance's mother can * influence her to aprpove your ¢ marriage as inevitable and * right, when the time comes * for it. } * Waiting until you are of * age will not only draw you * two much closer, but help * prove to your mother that you * trust each other. Nothing else * will so soften her attitude. Why * not plan it that way? * J * Anne Hirst is here to guide you through your troubled times. Write her your problem at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ontario, and know you can trust her judgment. Tattoo Tragedy Who wants to be tattooed? Not only seamen or servicemen, anxious for fiery dragons to be transplanted on to their manly chests and forearms, but scores of pretty girls in Britain are now booking appointments with professional tattooists. They are going in for romantie engravings such as "Sandra loves Sam" signs, or complicat- ed heart-shaped patterns pictur- ing undying love for one par- ticular boy. Later comes the reckoning and eometimes tragedy. The same -- A NEW 1959 Laura Wheeler Needlecraft Book, JUST OUT, has lovely designs to order: embroidery, crochet, knitting, weaving, quilting, toys. In the book, a special surprise to make a little girl happy -- a cut-out doll, clothes to color. -Send 25 cents for this book. - girls, thelr fancies ohanged, flock to the casualty wards of hospitals asking for the tell-tale marks to be erased. It is no easy operation. Some can be blotted out by a series of injections. But in most cases, plastic surgery alone can do the trick effectively. «..w=*93'In Chicago. RESI INS' Lora Patricia Counts, front canter, an- that she will not accept Aurora, Ill, Mayor Paul €gan's appointment of her as police chisf of that' city following a dispute with the present chief. She 1s shown in a Chicago night vb with waitresses who might have been part of her.police force, From left, Mryna Haylor, Meg Myles and Marilyn Houde, An Arab Family Strikes Camp Already one family had eaten, and the women and children of the family, as is the custom in Arabiazhad pulled the tent pegs from 'the sand and were folding the soft" goat-hair sections of the tent into bundles, ready to strap them onto their camel's back. A woman fromi another tent walked-past them, with her black outer -rabe pulled about her like a: shroud, balancing a copper kettle on her 'head. At the far end of the hollow, where a gully held whatever moisture there was, some flowers and grass still grew. Here children herded the hobbled camels to- gether to take them back to the tents, ready for their fathers' commands to strike camp. The commands were not long in coming, once the men's talk had ended and the meager breakfasts had been eaten. Then each man stood before his own tent, directing his wife and chil- dren and -- in the case of the sheik, or leader -- his servants in the breaking of camp. The air resounded ' with cries in melodious Arabic as each per- son bent to his accustomed task. "Pull out the tent pegs, O my children!" called one man. "Lower the center pole, O wife," shouted another, "and you, Walid and Lusuf, the side poles as well!" . "All together, O my people, roll the curtgins of the tent in bundles, and bind them!" So the shouting of the camp mingled, each family intent PEEPING PRINCESS -- Princess Margaret seems to 'have deve- loped camera shyness as she looks through a peephole at a special exhibit in the British Pavilion of the Brussells World's Fair. upon it own tasks, until the cam- els, groaning and complaining beneath their loads had been prodded and assembled in a rough line, waiting for the sheik's word to move. This man, sitting high on the saddle of his milk-white riding camel, waited patiently at the head of the column. He was a man of dignity, with long black hair, falling in ringlets about his sun-darkened face. His cloak of fine brown camel's hair was edged with gold. The wooden saddle on which he sat was hung with tasseled saddlebags, woven of wool dyed in deep reds and blues, -- From "The Arabs," by Harry B. Ellis. The Homesick Sex Through all the personal prob-- lems that bring sofhe 200 fresh- men to the University of Cin- cinnati counseling center every autumn, a persistent theme is plain old homesickness -- 'and nearly two-thirds of the worst cases are men. Last month the center's psy- chologist, slender, dark-haired Mrs, Elizabegh Miller, offered a pinch of understanding along with her analysis of the prob- lem, Men, she sald, tend to bottle ~ up their unhappiness instead nf getting rid of it as the girls do: "In our culture, controlling the emotions is a measure of man- liness. A homesick girl can weep." A HIGH HAT -- Making the most of a sunny, day at Nassau, in that Bahamas, French beauty Christianne Preiss watches and wonders how she'd look in her Island-made "smuggler" hat. 4 What a change one night can make, Yesterday the flower-beds - were still a mass of bloom -- geraniums, nasturtiums, cosmos and various perennials. This morning, only in protected spots are the flowers still bravely blooming. In the vegetable gar- __den tomato foliage is blackened by frost. But not the tomatoes--- we picked them green and left them to ripen in the basement. We -also picked the citron but there are still a few beets and carrots to use at our leisure. Yesterday there was a cold, high wind which took most of the leaves off the ash trees. So now we know it Is really fall And yet the day before was a glorious day. So warm and bright Art decided it was too good to miss and suggested that we go up to the cottage at Stoney Lake to make sure everything was all set for the winter months, This we did and had a wonder- ful trip and two meals at the cottage. The boys had their first boat ride on the lake and were thrilled. Dee and I were -soon busy looking over the contents of the cottage. And Partner, by means of axe and saw, soon had us _warm_and comfortable, -get- ting the dampness out of the house. We were disappointed in only one respect--we were ahead of the frost so there was very little colour in the trees. But you can't have near-summer weather and autumn cglouring too. On the whole we were well satis- fied with the cottage and its sur- roundings, so now we are look- ing forward to next summer when we hope to really enjoy it. Of course, knowing the Peter- borough district to be an his- toric environment I have been refreshing my memory by look- ing up the history of Stopey Lake. Apparently it was an In- dian stronghold, originally called " Salmon Trout Lake. It was here the Stricklands, Traills and Moodies established summer homes. Although the chain of islands are described as border- ing Stoney Lake it would be hard to find loose stones any- where. "The shorés are com- posed of banks and hills of solid red grahite, entirely naked ex- cept for an occasional oak. or cedar in a crevice, rising to a considerable height, sloping away gradually until lost in the woods." So wrote Major Samuel Strickland in the 1830's. He claimed Stoney Lake was one of the most beautiful spots in Ontario. Native Indians were very jealous of Stoney Lake as they used it as a natural hos- pital where sick and wounded braves . were sent to recover health and strength: To discour- age the invasion of the white man the Indians told hair rais- ing stories of wild beasts and rattlesnakes. It was also from these islands that the natives ob- tained their wampum-grass and the best birch-bark for their canoes, as well as. fish, game and berries for food. A chief known --1 to the first settlers as "Hand- some Jack Crow" 'was head of the tribes in that district from whom ISSUE 4) - 1908 in others . INGERFARM Clarke Gwendoline D. Jack's Creek and Jack's Lake take their names. Well, that is just a smattering of Stoney Lake's historical back- ground, Probably there are many readers of this column who know far more about it than I do, Perhaps some of you might even like to drop me a line telling me where to go and what to look for next summer. Until then I haven't a doubt I shall find plenty to occupy my time around here. Yes, indeed, when you con- sider that Christmas, as I write, is little more than two months away. Isn't it awful the way the years roll by? No sooner is a year begun than it seems to be on the wane. We should be plan- ning our Christmas gifts, shouldn't we?! Maybe you have already done so. So far I have only one gift purchased and one in the making -- a knitted cot- cover for Ross's crib. And there are three birthdays before Christmas to think of too. Jerry will be a year old next Sunday; David five on the 27th, and in November Partner will be one - year nearer the old-age pension! No need to have knitting needles __jdle for very long--with--four--| grandsons to keep supplied with woolies. But I have managed to get a cardigan finished for Part- ner--at least it is all done ex- cept for the buttons. Last week, in addition to wee Eddie being here, we had a friend from Hornings Mills stay- ing with us. A week away from home was all she could manage. Even at that she was wondering how the new litter of pigs was "coming along and if her husband was keeping himself warm and well-fed. She was fearful in case he might have trouble with something or other--cows, pigs, chickens or water supply. I sup- pose it is natural for a farmer's wife to worry, As long as she is "When Women Lose Their Tempers! Rain came down in torrents. But the young man on the motor- cycle did not stop. ' Riding on the pillion was the German girl he had married when he was a British Army corporal. "Stop. We must stop!" but one thought in mind -- to reach Manchester that night, so that he could keep a business tppointment early the next dav, Suddenly, his rain-drenched pride gave him a clout on the head, a real right-hander. The ehock and force of it caused the man to lose control of the bike. Over he went, spinning into the bank at the side of the road. As he fell, the bike bounced and pitched on to him, breaking his left leg below the knee. spent the next four months in hospital ., . . and no ore could have waited on him more tender- ly or solicitously than his tiery- tempered wife, She felt no contrition, how- ever, for her heavy-tisted out- burst. It was, in her view, fully justified. Such is a woman's utterly illogical reasoning! When women lose their tem- per, anything can happen. For instance, look at what occurred ir. a Scottish household recently when the husband, a pitman, Jung fault with his wife's new at. "Call that a hat?" he said, dis- paragingly. "It looks more like a coal hod to me." Instantly, his wife's temper flared. She picked up the coal scuttle and -- as her husband sat over his evening meal of baked herrings--poured the con- tents over his head! , Few women can bear to be laughed at. And fewer still have the gift of being able to laugh at themselves. drawing-room. A woman whose daughter had just been married spotted a wedding guest wear- Ing a gown identical with the "exclusive" model she had bought for the occasion. The dressmaker must have be- irayed her. But that thought did not enter her mind then. Blind rage seized her. "You've - stolen my copyright!" she storm- ed at the other woman. As the guest drew back, so the other's hands shot out, gripped the neck of the guest's gown---and tugged. ellk and seconds later the guest had fled with a scream -- in her underclothes. Even on the stage, when acting serious roles, women have gone berserk over trifles. Sometimes & mere mouse can cause conster- nation. Once such an intrusion made a fan-dancer drop her fan end flee from the stage in terror. But a call boy got more fun than he bargained for when he put a mouse into a chorus girl's handbag. Later, simulating in- nocence, he asked her for a cigarette. She opened-her bag, and out popped the mouse. But seeing --Tecovered swiftly from her fright and pounced on him with almost demoniacal rage. "It was only a joke, miss," he velled. But, remorselessly, she slapped his face, tore at his hair, kicked his shins and scratched his cheeks, behaving like a mad thing. "I'll report you to the animal ctuelty man, treating a poor in- around she knows her husband only to call the "vet" in a hurry. You know how it is--if a farmer wants the phone the line is al- ways busy. The air gets a trifle blue as a result--and who can wonder at it. Lightning flashed in the sky. : she cried. But her husband had His wife was unhurt, but he There: was a terrible scene early this year in a Detroit. There was a sound of tearing - the boy's smile of triumph, sha | has someone to fall back on--if | nocent mouse like that" she spluttered. "You might have smothered it in my bag!" Yi er girls, too, can act as outsize wreckers when they feel peéved or frustrated. The mother and stepfather of a 18- year-old London girl took her to court recently because she was beyond their control. She had wanted them to send her abroad, so that she could refused.' So, to force them to her way of thinking, she had simply run "amok at home. She hacked the furniture to pleces, prised the heels and soles off her mother's shoes, and snipped with scissors all the clothes she could lay nands on.- Soon her stepfather had hardly a sound garment to call his own. The magistrates made an order for her to be placed in the care of the local authoyity. A Then there was the recent case, at a Continental "ideal home" exhibition, when a lovely blonde German girl ran amok while playing the role of host- ess In an expensively-furnished house. fusing to work unless she got more pay, whereupon, her tem- --- per boiling, she rushed into the perfect home and began to wreck it in full view of the public. For a few moments, there was pandemonium, punctuated - by bangs, crashes and flying splin- ters. Then two attendants rush- ed in, overpowered the girl and removed her on a stretcher. EE Costume-Maker PRINTED PATTERN 4721 WAIST around this smart skirt. It's smoothly curved to flatter your figure, with an unusual wrapped- waist effect. 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