Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 52, Number 101, Decatur, Adams County, 29 April 1954 — Page 11

THURSDAY, APRIL 29, 1964

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British Youth Have Lack Os Ambition Unfavorable Report Is Shown By Survey * LONDON. UP — Britain has developed a new race, “Knights of the Milk Bar,” according to a report on the life and habit* of 18-year-old youth*. The report, compiled by Dr. R. F. L. Logan, physician in charge of the student health service at the Manchester University, and Miss E. M. Goldberg, senior psychiatric social worker with a social medicine research unit, gives an anything but favorable report on British youth. It was drawn up after they interviewed 85 representative young men of 18 from a London suburb. The main conclusion reached was that the average 18-year-old dreams rather than hopes for jjae future —and the dreams are fiiat he will become either a champion cyclist, a football star or a band leader. Other conclusions: The average 18-year-old recognizes his job as a place where he clocks on and off, and collects bis wage on Friday. He goes to the pictures on Saturdays and spends Sunday mornings in bed. He is not interested in the life of the people* around him and they

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are not particularly interested in him. They have no sense of adventure, although they spend much time reading westerns and thrillers. By 18, most of the boys were settled in their jobs and intended to do the same type of work, as far as they could see, for the rest of their lives. Music Interest On the subject of sex, most of the youth were for pre-marital relations with a steady girl friend, but most of them wanted their sisters and the girls they would marry to be virgins until marriage. The mental health of the youths was not so satisfactory as their physical health. There was much

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sxArorsis The horse-breeding farm la Tennessee which the widowed Gale Taber and her daughters, Ravel and Julia had tried to maintain, had run them into mounting debt Gale had hoped that Ravel might marry John-Mark Williamson. a substantial farmer, and that her younger daughter, Julia, a nurse, might become Dr. Pete Marshall's wife. But Ravel seemed to want Marshall, while Williamson’s attention centered upon Julia. In a reckless mood. Ravel joins with Sewell Albright an old family friend, in a drinking party, an episode which lands Sewell in the hospital where Dr. Marshall and nurse Julia Taber are called upon to attend him. Ravel decides to win Williamson away from her sister, but he rudely spurns her bold advances. During his confinement. Albright’s secretary, Farrell Rhodes, carries on his business. Long ago this lonely war-widow had fallen hi love with her kindly employer who considered her merely as ’’his good right arm.” CHAPTER TWELVE Ravel went to the hall and closed the door tightly. Thelma would try to listen, and what Thelma knew Tcr.y knew almost immediately, and ultimately it all got retailed in John-Mark’s kitchen. On second thought she opened the door wide. Not a bad idea if Thelma tattled. Let them wetfry. Let them wonder. “Dr. Marshall, please,” she told the girl oh the hospital switchboard. “The doctor is busy now. Leave your number, please.” A rural number. Would he guess its origin and ignore the call ? She sat tense until the phone rang. The voice on the wire was curt “Marshall speaking.” . Ravel put a moan into her voice. “Oh, doctor, I have such an awful pain!” “Wrong number. Call emergency,” he barked. “Or call your own physician. “Oh, shut up! This is Ravel Taber. Listen, Peter Percy, will you take me out tonight if I wear my green shoes?" “I’m on call tonight Sorry.” “Well tomorrow night then?” “I told you I couldn't dance.” "Oh, they only dance on Saturday nights. You can buy me a frankfurter. I'll look enchanting. 1 will really. You never saw a microbe as beautiful as I will be. You won’t be ashamed to be seen with me, Peter. “I’m a busy man, Ravel. I’ve got studying to do.” She seized upon his brief hesitance remorselessly. "So you are free! How wonderful! About 7 then. No alibis. I’m a very determined woman.” She beard him clear his throat Obviously he was uneasily remembering the switchboard operator. "1 doubt that I’jl be free tomorrow night,” he said. "And I don’t care to be picked up, thank you.” "Oh, of course. I should have been clever enough to realize. Well then, I’ll meet you tn the lobby of the hotel —the big one downtown. They have frankfurters there too.” “I’m not making any promises whatever,” he hedged. “Oh, but you’ll be there," decreed Ravel blithely. "Otherwise I might have to resort to blackmail. Wouldn’t those nurses howl if they knew what your < mother had named you ? Seven then, or I might show up at the hospital.” DR. MARSHALL was hooked. Ravel was sure of it. He had been attracted to her, she had broken through his arrogant,, aloofness; now she had to be clever indeed. But determined. She would go to town in the morning and buy a new hat. Gray. Silver gray to go with the squirrel

i emotional disturbance in the - group, having its roots in family I background. Twelve of the youths 1 were so disturbed that psychiatric help would have been advisable, . the researchers found. The report listed as a surprise i M a different kind the growing ap- . predation of music among the youths. In answer to a question, “What do you want to know more ’ about?” the boys listed music, en- . gines, youth hostels, how the body works and what girls think in that order. Father Peter Stanley, Roman Catholic priest and senior curate i at St. Augustine's Church in Darlington, northeastern England, said there are other aspects of the I

coat, which was gray too, though beginning to show edges. But it would have to da Under the coat her green dress and the green shoes would be a reminder. A silver necklace too. Gale would have a fit when the bill came in, but she could tell Gale that these would be her Christmas presents. Gale hated shopping; she always bought all the wrong things; she would be relieved. Green and silver. Dryad stuff. Or was it sirens who lured men? No matter. This was going to be good. She whistled contentedly as she gathered her cap and boots and went out to the stable again. Now she would make Joachim have a try at that gate. When her mother had gone, Julia felt a little lost and homesick, realizing that she was growing very weary of the Albright case. Coming along the corridor, Julia saw Sally Albright heading for Sewell’s room and decided that l now she could be free for a few minutes to wash out her hose .and tidy her room. She would give ' Sewell and his daughter a half hour to get on with their coni tinual arguments about money, i Then she would go in and ease . Sally out diplomatically, get Sew- . ell calmed down so they could both get some sleep. But when Julia . returned to the room, Sewell was I holding grimly on to his trapeze affair, his face stiff and pale, and • Sally was gripping the foot of the i bed, her smart gloves stretched at the knuckles. Julia flipped on a • brighter light. i “Sorry to interrupt, Sally, but ' it's time your father went to sleep," she said. Sally glared at her, then faced her father. Her voice was a hoarse, strangled bark. “Go on. Tel) her!” Sewell did not move. His heavy i upper body seemed like something i unearthly suspended in space. His ' eyes looked haunted. “You might as well teD her,” i pursued Sally, her voice rising hysterically. "She’ll know. Everyi body will know.” "What is it?” Julia demanded. "What happened "Rhody," said Sally, almost gasping out the name, a rough and cruel edge on her voice, “Rhody took something. Some kind of stuff. Cleaning fluid or something. She’s down in emergency now. They’re trying to bring her out of it. The awful ; part is that she left a note in her typewriter." Sewell swayed a little then, and I Julia ran to him and eased him ’ down on the pillows, holding his icy wrists In deft fingers. i "I didn’t know,” he was mumbling. “God knows I didn’t know." • • • At their dihner at the hotel, Pete told Ravel something of his ! boyhood. His father, a doctor, had neglected his mother. “He walked alone,” Pete said. I “So do L" ‘ ‘ L “I'm going to take you on a call with me,” he announced, when he had disposed of the check. i He drove across a clutter of i railroad tracks and turned into a ; poor locality. — - - -- “I've never been down here before,” Ravel said. “No, you wouldn’t have seen it,” . Pete said. “You probably didn’t I know this locality existed. No one

juvenile problem only hinted at by the two researchers. Father Stanley attacked “listless, shifty-eyed, tailor-dummied youths and painted trollops,” in a sermon. “Night is not fallen before the warpaint is put on,” he added. “The females have enough paint daubed on to paint a battleship and enough powder to blow us to smithereens. "The youthful male bedecks himself in a heathenish garb of spiv suit, radioactive tie, and Hottentot hair styles, calculated not so much to sicken as to sadden the hearts of all decent folks. "They turn the night into a jungle.”

Who lives over here would know a walking-horse if he saw one, unless it happened to be walking ahead of the milk wagon.” He slowed in front of a small house where a dim light burned. The door opened at his knock and a tiny little old woman peered up at them in the dim light of a single bulb that dangled from the ceiling. Instantly she began to cry, reaching out both hands. “She's dead! You’ve come to tell us she’s dead! As good a girl as ever lived, and what we'll do now I don’t know—" “Hush!” Pete Marshall had his arm around the little body and r.e held her while she clawed at him with childish anguished gestures. “She isn’t dead. She’s not going to die. Her face won’t be pretty tor a while and she’ll have some trouble swallowing your biscuits, but you can cook soup, can’t you? This u Miss Taber. Mrs. Adams, Farrell Rhodes* grandmother.** They entered a hot airless room that smelled of coffee cooked too long. Ravel found herself being introduced to a hulking, red-faced man in a wheel chair, who jerked his feet, in rumpled white socks, back under a thin patchwork quilt that hung over his knees, bi “This is Farrie’a doctor, Mike," the old woman explained, “and you’re the nurse?" She looked questioningly at Ravel. “My sister is the nurse. Dr. Marshall asked me to come here with him." The man in the wheel chair heaved, and Mike Adams whipsawed a hand in the air. ’’l'm goin’ to sue that paper. Printin’ all that stuff!” “She was drove out of her mind when she wrote it, I tell him,’’ insisted the old lady. “Doctor says she’s a-going to get all right, Mike. We got to be thankful tor that.” “How long since your stroke?” Pete asked Mike Adams, when the old woman had pattered away to get Farrell's things packed. “Both legs affected?” Mike waggled his feet. “It ain’t my legs, it’s my hips. They won't hold me up no more. My back gives down too. This hand ain’t much good, but I got feelin’ in it," “There’s a nerve therapy tor that now,” Pete remarked. “You might get back the use of your muscles.” “1 ain’t goin’ to be cut on and butchered up, not for nobody.” Adams said. "1 worked long as I was able but now I ain’t fit." “You can come to see Mrs. Rhodes tomorrow,” Pete told the grandmother when she came out of a rear room with a suitcase almost as large as herself. "I’ll deliver this in the morning." “Malingerer!” he growled angrily, as they went back to the car. " I could have him on his feet in a week.” Ravel had not spoken except to answer Mrs. Adams’ one question since they entered the house. She shuddered as Pete started the car. “How could anybody endure it? That awful, stuffy place, that horrible old man! No wonder she drank the stuff." "She drank the stuff because she wanted love, remember?” “But she was young.” Suddenly, shamefully, she was crying. She couldn’t be —she never cried, she scorned weakness but sobs jerked at her making her angry. (To Be Continued)

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