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_CWhen"_Should ‘a’ Man Help With Household ' Duties? When His Wife Has a Job Outside ‘

the Home and is Helping Defray the J - Living Expenses

Dear Dorothy Dlx—ehould a man do part of the housework when his wife works. too? I have a beauty shop and stand on my feet working all day long. for I have a_good trade. My husband works sir hours in a shop five days a week. He is perfectly willing to help me about the house and take the heavy tasks of? me, as I am not stlong. It is all right with us, but we have a friend who cri- ticizes me very severely for letting my hus- band help me. He says that it isn't a man's place to cook and scrub and he shouldn’t help with the housework. Is he right, or am I HEM in expecting my husban-' to help me when I work for our living too; especially as he 1-5 his and strong and I am frau and del- icate? A WORKING WIFE,

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The business wife and the domestic wife have an entirely different status in the home. ,_ If a husband entirely supports the home and " the wife has nothing to do except to keep lhe house, and if she is well nd strong, her husband has a. right to ex- gect her to do all of the house ork, and not to demand that he shall bring

ome the bacon and fry, it too.

But when a wife works outside of the home and helps to support it, ‘ the situation is entirely changed. She has a right to expect her husband to share in the housework inasmuch as she shares in the home upkeep. When the wife tolls all day at counter or desk, it is certainly unfair of her husbimd to 183’ Upon her shoulders all the burden of the housework while he sits around in idleness.

No man who has any afiection for his wife, or even any sense of Justice, would do such a thing. Yet I am sorry to say that it is 5, very common thing for the husbands of business women to do. During the depression we have all had many occasions to witness the spectacle of big, strong, husky men loaflng around pool rooms and standing for hours

' listening to the radio report of games. while their poor, tired wives mu--

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ried home from their work to add another day's tell to the labor they hlld already performed by cooking dinner. and after dinner doing the cleaning and scrubbing and washing that they had not had time to do before they left for work in the morning, and which their iordly husbands had left for them to do.

Doubtless it was not these men's fault that they lost their jobs, frobably they would have been glad to have gone back to their old posit- “*5.” WV °°“1d- But as this was impossible. and the burden of sup- D°‘‘““3 “"3 “Wily was thrown on the wife's shoulders, one would have thought that the least they could do would have been to lighten her lead by d°‘“8 ‘he h°“8°W°fk- 31115 no. they scorned that. That was woman's worlé. th:.:l'io\lgh why it is any more shameful for a man to do n woman's wor it is for a woman to do a man's work, nobaj-y know;

Fail‘ Play is fair play and if the wife helps earn the urn v g the hus- E1213] Shggld hell‘! gghe housework. I-le honors himself in doing so, It Y _e unsop cated who think that there is anything demeaning

to ll mans dignity in doing so-called woman’; work,

Many of the most famous men in th 1.1 _ 1118 than tlli)ey are of any other achievegegg. ¥feyl:7xii°lh‘:rre°cfvter;ell)1eo3°r‘:O1:n any man's oat you kn th tn clean is nobody’s businzgs. at e way he cm mush brass and scrub and

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set a start.in.the world. I O I 0

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I h f molgygna‘ ear of the future, although we both love. 133:5 what to do is my Answer:

Don t. Such a marriage would be the qulntessence of folly, There

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THE MAGIC 0!‘ A VIOLIN

Had sheila. been asked what she needed to give her supreme confid- ence that night she would probably have answered—"l.et Forsetti play the piano accompaniments for me." But there was no need for Forsetti had been chosen by Cezanne.

He came bustling into her dress- ing room before she left it IOX‘ the platform. His forehead was moist and his eyes were unnaturally bright; he had a stack ‘of music tucked under his arm and was blow- ing out his cheeks nervously.

"I am like a young racehorse that is unused to the starting gale" he said, as he wished her luck. “I want to be off."

Sheila laughed. “You, nervous, mocked. "Well, not for myself,” he said, digging a. thumb at his chest, "but for you. Alli It is a great night.” when sheila made her bow and looked around the vast amphi- theatre with its thousands of lights and its great sweeping circles she felt somehow detached and strange- ly composed. Just a little difficulty in breathing, that was all. She could not see an empty seat. She was received with generous ap- plause, which was not prolonged. The critical audience was curious and perhaps a little anxious. Could this beautiful and graceful girl play as brilliantly as the critics said? was such magic as had been stated stored in the famous gift violin? Forsetti arranged his music on the piano rest and poised his hands above the keys. “S'sh—-there was a hush broken by the rustling of programmes. "Sheila, good luck, old girl." The voice came to her clearly, low and intense, and she recognized it lnstantiy. she looked round for him and saw Eddie Hales waving to her from a seat, near DY. into which he dropped lnstanily and sprawled, his chin sunk on his chest. Even at that distance she could see that his face was like chalk. Programmes ceased whispers died—silence. _ Forsetti struck the notes of the piano with his customary precision and a moment later the exquisite tones of a perfect violin echoed to every corner of the vast. house. Nothing could be heard but the sound of the beautiful instrument and wondering eyes followed every movement of fingers and bow as Sheila played Beethoven's Gavotte, which Cezanne had arranged for the violin. She ended to a storm of applause, loud and instant. She was unusual, a revelation, and that magical vio- lin--i she deepened the impression she had made with her playing of the serenade and of Caza.nne's Rom- ance. Her technique was fiawlcss, the intonation perfect, the quality sup- erb. Her mastery over bow and vio- lin moved the blase critics to praise her enthusiastically. During the interval Garner Owen sought out Deconnet, the music critic, who had gone out to smoke a cigarette. "wellfwhht do you think of the new discovery?" Garner Owen ask- ed, with a happy laugh, "She is superb. Why, Cezanne is not even missed. She is quite as good as he and even better, and she has not the useless flourishes. I congratulate you, my dear air." The interval vanished as if it were no time and sheila played again. This time she added a simple. tune- ful, little piece as an encore and bought down the house with it.

when she returned to her dress- ing room she saw Eddie Hales hur- rying to meet her. His hair was dis- hevelled. and he looked ill. She did not.1ike the putty hue of the skin and his eyes were dull.

"You were grand, Sheila," he said, "I came round now because they'll mob you afterwards and I shan't be able to get near you then."

"But you wul wait until the end?" she said, pressing his hand.

“I wouldn't miss a note of it for the world," he answered.

within a few minutes, it seemed,

I"orsotti’I" she

to rustle.

she was on again.

The worst was over. She had im- pressed, she had emphaslsed her success and now there only remain- ed to triumph.

As she went on to the platform she noticed for the first time the microphone which had been set up in order to broadcast the concert. she was unaware until then that her playing was being put upon the air. it ought flashed across her mind. would Howard hear her, she

onderea? It pleased her to think that he might be listenins in her although he was so far away. ‘

In her concluding items sheila made no mistake. She swayed the huge audience with the power and mastery of A veteran, and in the end. after two encorelr the platform was stormed.

The audience came crowding round her, the cheers were deafen-

ing. Garner Owen joined her and

for a little w . elcuewyoarpeople.Youneednot MD more than half-an-hour, for I are anxious to lot home. I have a little supper waiting and my man to attend to our needs. Just Wt one A ills: of wine to drink to

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I MY LADY. MELODY.

Dy ARTHUR HARDY Author of “'.l'he Merry manner. “Love song’. of». etc.

she felt nothing but melting ten- derness towards him. He had given her the lovely violin, his iniury had paved the way to her triumph and he swayed her as no other man had. . "Very well," she said, and making her excuse to her “or and fath- er, she joined Cezanne, passing out ofthehallbyabackwaytothe waiting car a.nd within a few min- utes they were admitted to his flat.

She did not see Mario Casi.ni watching them jealously as they went out.

THE SHADOW _

It was very quiet in the dininfl room at Portland Place. for the double windows and the drawn cur- tains shut out every sound. The air seemed scented and warm.

Because of his injured hand, Cez- anne was obliged to eat with a spoon, his food being cut up for him. He toasted Sheila in cham- pagne with charming grace and his man cleared the supper table and retired.

sheila had been there forty minu- tes. and they were waiting for her at home.

"Thank you for a delightful little supper. Paul," she said, “but forgive me, I must be going."

He held her with his fascinating glance and his broad smile.

"Not. yet," he begged. "Stay with me just a little while longer."

“Why?" she asked. “It will soon be tomorrow—-—it is now as regards the hour."

“Sheila, 1 want you to give me my answer to-night. I want you to promise to marry me before you leave this room."

With his sound hand he moved his chair close in hers and bent to- wards her. Her fingers Plfiyed 1191‘- vously with his tie.

"We have already discussed this so often." she said. “I do not WEN: to decide just yet. We have our lives before us. We must both be quite sure."

"Oh, but I am sure," he insisted. "I knew the moment I saw you, Sheila. No other woman has ever appealed to me ill the way you do. I want my answer, because soon I must go abroad. I have important engagements on the Continent to fulfil. After I have finished there I shall have to go to New York. Thence, I go down to Buenos Alres."

A queer gleam crept into Sheila's eyes. Buenos All-es. That was where her grandfather, the great Piatti. had died.

Cezanne noticed the odd gleam.

“What are you thinking?” he

asked.

"My grandfather was shot there. That is where the great Nicolo Piatti died.”

His face broadened in a smile.

“It was a, long time ago. He is forgotten. But Sheila, you must say yes and marry me. Think of the great triumphs we shall be able to achieve together."

“Both of us rowing the same boat." s.he ‘jected: "We should clash. The public would never want

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I l the two of us." j

"But I want you,’ he said. "Sheila, you are udorable. so young, so un-, spoilt, so clever." l

she frowned thoughtfully.

"it was never difficult for me‘. , just a gift. Is that being really. clever, Paul?”

"You were wonderful to-night. I sat listening to you entranced. The magic of your violin and the glor- ious music you produced from it! Sheila, I have never played so well as that. And you have only Just be- gull."

He took her hand and pressed it. his luce was very close to hers, and the light in his eyes hypnotised her, as usual.

"I gave you your chance to-night. Now you are made. Sheila, we will tour alle world together, conquering as we go. You shall star at one con- cert and I at another. Before you have time to realise it we shall be rich. rich—for have you tried to undcl-stand what you would be worth on the films with your youth, your beauty and your talent?"

"I should hate to play for the scrcrn," she told him, shaking her head.

“Well, you shall not, if you don't want to. But I want you to tour the world with me. Sheila. If not I shall have to wonder on by myself, a very lonely man."

Suddenly he released his left arm from the sling that supported it. and with both hands caught hold of her. His eyes burned into hers.

"Say yes, Sheila. Give me your promise. Then I will send for the car and drive you home."

A look of dismay drove the smile from Sheila's lips. \

"Pauli Your bad hand," she cried.

He only held her the tighter, the fingers of the scaldcd left hand gripping her firmly, despite the lint, the wadding and the bandages.

{To Be Continued.)

THE CARE OF CUT FLOWERS

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One day two Nezroes bousht at AN OCCASION!“ FAT“ watch between them. it went wronz. 5 however, and one of them look it: to pieces and found a dead fly in-

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A rather seedy-looking man was resting, chin in hand, on the run- ning board of an old car parked in front of the village shop. A strang- er approached him and asked. "Will you sell your car?"

The man on the running board nodded affirmatively.

“I'll pay you a fair price?" offer- ed the buyer.

The seedy-looking one said he wou‘d take £20. The buyer said that £10 would be about right, so the other reduced his price to £13. The buyer then advanced hisiflgure to £12. Finally a compromise was reached. and £15 was agreed upon.

The buyer then apologised and said, "Sorry, old man, but I really wasn't serious about buying your car; I just wanted to see if I could persuade you to reduce your price."

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