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“OURS 18 an environment of Hope” oe
That statement by an obstetrician friend at
Coleman Hospital made me settle back in a ‘comfortable chair. His office, as usual, was orderly and had a quality of endurance. Just what the doctor ordered. : Ford The world situation prompted the trip to Coleman. With the future so obscure a man’s jocketiul of dreams fizzles away. The spirit ] and nothing makes sense and a sickening
feeling of doom makes, you wonder how big a
coward you are’ You get to the point of feeling sorry for yourself until you think of Korea. Bad deal. There doesn’t seem to be much to: look forward to anymore. Well, it was fun while it lasted.
- What about the babies who are coming into the
world? . How does a new parent feel? And the doctors who see life begin with a wail? . LS
* IT DIDN'T take my old friend long to diaghose a severe case of gloom. He. mentioned that he would rather see me in a happier mood. Chin up, boy. . SEs After I had unloaded the heavy weight on my chest, I asked how he felt. Being an obstetrician must be frustrating. He disagreed. True, there occasional disappointments, he said. But disappointments give people hope. They give him hape. eS. DH oi 3 HE WENT ON TO SAY the miracle of birth is the } most satisfying thing about practising obste 3
New model . . . "A world full of hope and [ustification in the future.”
It Happened Last Night
By Earl Wilson
I must confess that in all my years around the sin dens and pitfalls of New York, Irene Dunne has made me a little depressed—being such a lady. For who cares about a perfect lady? Give us & real bad dame, give us a couple of pretties clickclacking down Broadway looking for trouble, preferably with money, and we're in business, but , . . Irene Dunne? Nothin’, And then the other day they brouglit me this word: “You can see Miss Dunne, but you will have to interview her in bed.” eo @ WELL! My left eyebrow—the romantic one the girls all admire—rose perceptibly. I risked a long, low satanic wheestle, “She is putting on her earrings to see you,” they added. ? “No overdressing now!” I cautioned.
Handsomely draped in a new 1951 gunnysack, [I arrived in her bedroom where Miss Dunne
greeted me with a sizzling: “Oh, hello, there.” I think I'd better tell you, she was not alone in bed. Was I mortified! In bed with her, in fact clinging to her, was... a bad cold. * © 2 THE LOWER half of Miss Dunne wriggled under the covers. The upper half of Miss Dunne seemed occupied with a menu. “I can’t eat this and I can’t eat that,” she seemed to be bubbling. It was a poor substitute for “He loves me, he loves me not.” “I was just thinking that I suppose some people have an idea it's nice to be glamorous,” spoke up Miss Dunne, with a glamorous sniffle, ' “But it’s not,” she resniffied. | “For a woman gets to the stage where she thinks, ‘I can go this way with my weight, or the other’ You finally think you must watch Jou weight, and you probably are never going t much again. : “And 1 then ap meet a woman like the Queen
England.” o ¢ & 9
THE WORDS “Queen of England” brought me to ‘my senses with a jolt. My eyes had been stray-. ing over the room , .. to’ the cold medicines on her night. table, to other glamorous touches, “The queen’s so pleasant,” Miss Dunne said. “She's got such a lovely disposition and such a lovely expression. : “Ana of course she's stout—just as stout as e can be. a= “She has such a great way of talking to you,
_ just as though nothing else mattered to her—a
trick if you can do it.
all the time, and they don’t have such wonderful
dispositions. And you wonder whether it's right.” : eb :
“OF COURSE, the Queen’s in a pretty good position to be any weight she wants to,” I said. “Believe me, she's plenty busy!” Miss Dunne shot back. “There isn't a day she isn't occupied.” Miss Dunne looked sadly at the menu. She decided despite all her speech NOT to eat what she longed for. : “Personally, I'm not inclined to be the least
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WASHINGTON, Dec. 12 — Just a few months ago, Sari Barabas was playing canary for her supper in GI service clubs in Germany. she’s in America—an established coloratura soprano, And if she doesn’t rake
cided against. doing a late-hour “And then you think of all the girls dieting
Hope
“No Ii BU Sh “abies you sh asi oh into the world, you never fail to see birth as a remarkable
experience especially when you know it all came about with the union of two single cells” , : It doesn’t occur fo him that a baby comes into the world without hope, without justification in the future. ‘To him the family is the ‘most important unit in society, * © : HE DESCRIBED in detail the face of a
. mother under a spinal anaesthésia as she hears
her child's first lusty cry. At that moment there is true beauty inspired by the most unselfish emotion in the world, mother love. “Birth is a stimulating and exciting experience to a woman. A mother gets more lift, experiences more exuberance when her child is placed in her arms for the first time than from anything else in life. She has hope.” The doctor was speaking quietly and without effort. I glanced beyond him at a picture of his three children. * ©
“A NEWBORN CHILD is a symbol of hope,” continued the doctor. “From a period of help-
lessness the parents daily see the fruits of their |
love and care. Every day there is progress.” A bachelor listened intently as a doctor and father told of the thrills a parent has when a
baby cuts his first tooth, takes his first step, |
begins to talk, goes to school. “Every 1 will live in a little better world. That the child will do his share to improve the world. All periods of darkness eventually are followed by periods of thankfulness, courage, light.” > ¢ &
IN HIS ESTIMATION, the greatest joy and happiness he has seen comes to a husband and wife, who after a period of infertility, suddenly discover that they can have children.
Sometimes there are deep moments of despair | to a mother when a child is lost at birth, Dis- |
couragement gives way to hope. He has seen it many times, A successful experience obliterates the past and the world again is given the possibility of gaining. In a small way, perhaps, but gain it will be. * & 9
THE DOCTOR didn't believe the world was coming to an end. He couldn't. There were 14 new arrivals the previous day. As far as he was concerned, a bright and shiny and wonderful world was theirs. There might be a few tears. There may even be a great many tears. In cre-
i ation there is hope, however, and the doctor
said man will never throw in the towel regardless of the obstacles. I think I listened to the doctor for about an hour. His manner, courage and faith made me feel like two cents. He lives in an environment of hope. A {remendous outlook. All he deals with is hope. And life to him is a miracle. It is, too, when you don’t lose your wits, Welcome aboard, little feller,
‘Perfect Lady Dunne Good for a Story
bit heavy. But I know I could never be happy overweight. “And so, although the women who are heavier seem to be happier, still, I always stop and think of the expression, ‘A moment on the lip and a lifetime on the hip’—and.’ don’t eat it.” E . ® * MISS DUNNE met their Majesties while doing “The Mudlark” and while appearing at a command performance—and now that she’s added such respectable folk to her acquaintances, we can never expect her to do anything the least bit
“Its a great privilege to see royalty at play,” she said.
. “The King started to do some imitations— he likes to act out things. “Of course, the English press is different ‘than here. They just ask you right out how old you are. I just never tell them!” Looking back over it, it strikes me that although being a lady is not good “copy,” it must be productive, after all, for who in the movies has been written about more than Irene Dunne? Has Mae West—the symbol of the Unladylike Set
~—had any more press clippings? . Maybe, HAST ton for ton, Mae West has had a little more space, but not much more, g * * &
MISS DUNNE, covered up to her neck by her bed jacket, and additionally covered by her earrings, bowed goodby to me from the two pillows she was resting against. I slipped away thinking, “Good night Irene.” > o> Si WISH I'D SAID THAT: Anthony Pettito— “Many a fight has started over a cup of coffee + +» . particularly the kind of coffee some wives make.” ® © ©
EARL'S PEARLS , . , When Groucho Marx felt Goodman Ace had overstayed at his house. he took out the light bulbs, and snapped, “You know your way around here by now in the dark! Current doesn’t grow on trees.” " EP A ws CANE
" Are ps 4 “ ¢ B'WAY BULLETINS: Bandleader Esy Morales, Noro's brother, died of a heart attack + + + Gary Cooper is thinking of doing a film on Dizzy Dean
. . . Groucho Marx Bela Lugosi seriously tells friends that he’s going
into the soft drink bottling business with a concoction called Dracola . . . Henry Morgan de-
: = = “is writing - a screen play about artificial insemination... T. V. Soong, dining at Le Chambord, sent a menu over to Judy Garland’s table, requesting an autograph + « . Paul Henreid visited at Hutton’s—told inhabitants he'll produce a movie In Vienna , . . Today's Daily Double: Anniepie Sheridan and Steve Hammegan at “21” , , . Billy Daniels subbed for Joe E. Lewis at the Copa while Joe E. attended the Friars’ affair in his honor at the Waldorf. Bachelor's quote from Carl King—“When I stop to think about getting married, I stop thinking about getting married.” That's Earl, brother.
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room of Edward Myers, 72. Mr. Myers said he caught Terry with! pe his wallet in his hand and gave| chase. Terry ran through a hall
flown in a pressurized plane.
Stunned and slightly injured, he still had the wallet in his; hand when police found him! . lying in the alley. He was treated at General Hospital and removed to the city jail.
DIES UNDER ROCK SLAB (UP)~A rock. slab... weighing! - nearly a ton crushed Charles’ Musgrove, 19, Crawfordsville, to Fg death yesterday at the Oriental Brick Corp. plant. }
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A Christmas Carol
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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1950
The Errors Of Santa Claus
CHAPTER TWO By Stephen Leacock IF was Christmas Eve, : The Browns, who lived in the adjoining house, had been dining with the Joneses. Brown and Jones were sitting over wine
and walnuts at the table. The others had
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Mrs. - Brown.
gone upstairs. “What are you giving your boy for Christmas?” asked Brown. “A train,” said Jones, ‘new kind of thing—automatic.” : “Let's have a look at it,” said Brown. Jones fetched a parcel from the sideboard and began unwrapping it. “Ingenious thing, isn’t it?” he said, ‘goes on its own rails. Queer how kids love to play with trains, isn't it?” “Yes,” assented Brown, “how are the rails fixed?” “Wait, I'll show you,” said Jones, “just help me to shove these dinner things aside and roll back the cloth. There! See? You lay the rails like that and fasten them at the ends, so—" “Oh, yes, I catch on, makes a good grade, doesn’t it? Just the thing to amuse a child, isn't it? I got Willie a toy airplane.” » » . “I KNOW, they're great. I got Edwin ene on his birthday. But I thought I'd get him a train this timé. I told him Santa Claus was going to bring him something altogether new this time. Edwin, of course, believes in Santa Claus absolutely. Say, look at this locomotive, would you? It has a spring coiled up inside the fire box.” Wind her up,” said Brown with great interest, “so we can see her go.” “All right,” said Jones, “just pile up two or three plates or something to lean the end of the rails on. There, notice the way it buzzes before it starts. Isn't that a great thing for a kid, eh?”
“Yes,” said Brown, “and say! see this’
little string to pull the whistle. By Gad, it toots, eh? Just like real!” “Now then, Brown,” Jones went on, “you hitch on those cars and I'll start her. I'll be engineer, eh!”
ou LJ] » HALF AN HOUR later Brown and Jones were still playing trains on the din-ing-room table. But their wives upstairs hardly noticed their absence. They were too much interested. “Oh, T think it's perfectly sweet,” said Mrs. Brown, “just the loveliest doll I've seen in years. I must get one like it for Ulvina. Won't Clarisse be perfectly enchanted?” ” ” » ain “Yes,” answered Mrs. Jones, “and then she'll have all the fun of arranging the dresses. Children love that so much.
-Look!.. There are three little dresses with : ‘the doll, aren't they cute? All cut out
and ready to stitch together.” “Oh, how perfectly lovely,” exclaimed “I think the. mauve one would suit the doll best—don’'t you?— with such golden hair—only don’t you
~think it would make it much nicer to turn: | back: the collar, so, and to put a little ~ band—so0?” :
“What a good idea!” said Mrs. Jones, “do let's try it. Just wait, I'll get a needle in a minute. I'll tell Clarisse that Santa Claus sewed it himself. The child believes
i in Santa Claus absolutely.”
AND HALF an hour later Mrs. Jones
and Mrs. Brown were so busy stitching
dolls’ clothes that they could not hear the roaring of the little train up and down the dining table, and had no idea what the four children were doing. . Nor did the children miss their mothers. : “Dandy, aren't they?” Edwin Jones was saying to little Willie Brown, as they sat in Edwin's bedroom. “A hundred in
son, or the influence, or whatever it is
- playing cards for their pocket money.
a ‘box, with cork tips, and see, an a mouthpiece that fits into a little case the side. Good present for dad, eh?" - “Fine!” said Willie, app “I'm giving father cigars.” : “I know, I thought of cigars too. Men always like cigars and cigarettes. You can't go wrong on them. Say, would y like to ty one or two of these cigarettes We can take them from the 1 You'll like them, they're Russian,—away ahead of Egyptian.” oF : “Thanks,” answered Willie. “I'd lik one immensely. I only started smoking last spring—on my twelfth birthday. I thi dk a feller's a fool to begin smoking eis are ettes too soon, don’t you? It stunts him, ; I waited till I was twelve.” oy “Me too,” said Edwin, as they lighted their cigarettes. “In fact, I wouldn't buy them now if it weren't for dad. I simply had to give him something from Santa Claus. ‘He believes in Santa Claus absolutely, vou know.”
» . ¥ § AND WHILE this was going on, Cla= risse was showing little Ulvina the absos lutely lovely little bridge set that she got for her mother. “Aren't these markers perfectly charming?” said Ulvina, “and don’t you love this little Dutch design—or is it Flemish, darling?” Fri . “Dutch,” said Clarisse, “isn’t it quaint? And aren't these the dearest little things for putting the money in when you play. I needn't have got them with it—they'd have sold the rest separately—but I think it's too utterly slow playing without money, don’t you?” “Oh, abominable,” shuddered Ulvina, “but your mamma never plays for money, does she?” ? 3 “Mamma! Oh, gracious, no. Mamma’'s far too slow for that. But I shall tell her that Santa Claus insisted on puts ting in the little money boxes.” X “I suppose she believes in Santa Claus, just as my Mamma does.” “Oh, absolutely,” said Clarisse, and added, “What if we play a little game! With a double dummy, the French way, or Norwegian Skat, if you like. That only. needs two.” : Sit » » . ¥ 4 YALL RIGHT,” agreed Ulvina, and in a few minutes they were deep in a game of cards with a little pile 6f pocket money beside them. About half an hour later, all the members of the two families were down again in the drawing room. But of course nobody said anything about the presents. In any case they were all too busy looking at the beautiful big Bible, with maps in it, that the Joneses had bought to give to Grandfather. They all agreed that with the help of it, Grandfather could hunt up any place in Palestine in a moment, day or night. But upstairs, away upstairs in a sitting room of his own, Grandfather Jones was looking with an affectionate eye at the presents that stood beside him. There was a beautiful whiskey decanter, ‘with silver filigree outside (and whiskey inside) for Jones, and for the little boy a big nick« el-plated jew's harp. ” » ”
LATER ON; far in the night, the pers ~
called Santa Claus; took all the presents and placed them in the people’s”stockings. And, being blind as he always has been, he gave the wrong things to the wrong people—in fact, he gave them just as indi. cated above. rg But the next day, in the course of Christmas morning, the situation straight. ened itself out, just as it always does. Indeed, by ten o'clock, Brown and Jones were playing with the train, and Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Jones were making dolls’ clothes, and the boys were smoking cigarettes, and Clarisse and Ulvina were
And upstairs—away up—Grandfather was drinking whiskey and playing the jew’s harp. : ER And so Christmas, just as it always does, turned out all right after all.