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Complaining Women ShoulcllRemember Their Have Little Time

DIMIDOROTIYDIX: Iaotetllst sax-eat number cfwonlen write to your column complaining that their hudlanda and fiancee. who arecverleu in the war. do not write to them aaottenasthey think they should. lbpeclally do the wives seem to think that they should get letter for letter from their husbands, and,-if they do not, they con- clude tbat their hulbandlhave ceased to love them and even go so far as to ask for a divorce, in many cases, on the ground of neglect. ’

realise that the men in action are not provided with real mahogany desks on which to write daily bul- letins to their families; that the enemy does not cease firing regularly at 3 PM. every day so that Friend Husband may write his daily letter; that he may have fought, struggled through mud and rain, lived on matches of K-rationa for 48 hours or more at a stretch, gone sleepless and be utterly worn out and weary. and in no condition, mentally or physic- " ally, to indite a blllet-doux.

MAIL FROM FOXHOLES

I have had letters from my son, written with an ammunition case as a dad, letteu written literally on his knees for lack of anything else to support the paper: letters written by aflashllght under a blanket because no light might be shown: V-mail letters written be- cause he was out o! stamps; letters written in foxholes in well-nigh indeciphcrable sorawls. ‘ Do these wives and sweethoarts, who complain that their men are

not letter-writers. realise that censorship forbids practically all ac-

counts of everything that constitutes their sole occupaicn and that, in

addition to having little in put in s. letter that they can write about.

they are battling incessant discomfort and strain, fear, the loss of

comrades and all the horrors of war that they can't even tell about?

They can't even write about the weather because that would tip off

the enemy to their location.

v Starved as they are for the usual family lives, sick with home-sick-

ness, tired, worn, how can ny woman be idiot enough to be peeved

because her husbafld doesn't write every day to her as she does to him?

I know you have written this to women whcacomplain about not get-

ting letters from overseas. Do it again. Tell thqr women to dig a holc

in the back yard and spend a night in it. Let them imagine enemy

planes are overhead and a day of bloody fighting is behind them and

another one coming tomorrow and let them see if they feel like writ-

ing a cheerful, chatty letter to a husband who will be miffed if he

doesn't get one.

Tell them to look at the plcturs that are printed in the news- papers and magazines of the emaciated prisoners and the wounded men and realize that one of them might be her silent husband whom she thinks she is Justified in double-crossing because he doesn't write often} enough. l

MRS. JOHN R.‘ A.

ANSWER: There is nothing that I can add to this letter except the l

fervent wish that it will hold some of the complaining wives and make:

tihelln see why the letters they look for are not so frequent as tier-y- esre. '

I i DEAR. DOROTHY DIX: What do you think of a mother who‘. will not permit her 18-year-old daughter to go on a date with a nice boy? My mother never allows me to step out with any boy, not ever. the ones I have known all my life. She says that, if I go with one, l, can pack up and leave home, that she will never speak to me agalu._ Do you think this is being fair to me? HEARTBROKEN , ANSWER: It is not only being unfair to you. it is being stupid. Ally Y

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mother who knows anything about how to handle a 16-year-old girl must realize that the best way in the world to make a girl boy-crazy ls never to let her associate with one. and that the way to make her run, off and get married while she is a teen-ager is to make home a prisonl that she breaks out of at anygcost.

Girls who are permitted to grow up with boys naturally and :0 play about with them and to go to innocent places of amusement with them do not ldelllize them. They Just take them in their stride. To them Johnny Jones is just the freckle-faced boy next door. He is not the fairy prince he is to the girl who sees a hero in every lad be- cause she has not been allowed to have any acquaintance with any

boy- Every mother with ils h uld k fruit episode in her mind. 8r 5 o eep Eve and (he forbidden

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edwllthRobbiotoaa-ndthm us with Jamie conduc went on a tour of ‘ tiol. e ad- mired the growing chicks. the three grey kittens (this morning disposed of via. the water method, neglected by a silly l n- sible mother) the lambs. the calevs and other animals. Ilhat was fore the dusk came and we came back without a delaying incident to Alderlea and Jock and Jeanie took ollr visitor to her home in another community. She Lives be- side a bnoad river that flows through a smiling and extremely fertile countryside, nearer the city than we where one is nlore aware of a busy bustling outside world. Other Sunday evening guests had come then. among the ' a two-months girl-babe who regard- ed James and me from dark won- dering eyes. Whether it was that at that very time angels in the old kitchen whispered a pleasant sec- ret in her tiny ear or perhaps she found us rather amusing, at any rate a Winsome, toothless smile broke across small features like a sudden beam of sunshine on the gold of Qandellorls or perhaps more like tender moonlight mellowy lighting a small placid pool.

And a bright new day was with us this morning when a pompous black and gold bee courted a wax- en white narclssus in the border. the first of either I had chanced to see is season. A mist of pink, like a bride's maid’; gown was on the gnarled boughs of the old russot in the orchard and the small cherry trea at the foot of the garden were bowel-s of misty white.

This was the Monday of the fed- eral election—the one day when all across Canada, citizens held equal rights. Landed farmers and their hulesl men were handed similar ballots and they marked them with the same pencil and one counted- in the final results as the other. This morning. as Judy said regretfully-Jot she is "perfectly sure" as to who of all the would- be-Domirllon leaders ls the best looking and therefore most entit- lod m a vote-"all but me and Pard" went early to the poll, li-eld near the highway m a neighboring district. We went early for as James in the backward cropping season at hand reasoned Lt "Therell be less rush then. We can register our votes quickly and so get back to work.” Perhaps it is that the war served to shut out almost every other interest i-n rec- ent years that it was difficult to recapture the thrill the occasion once afiolrired. Following too, the grandness of V-E-Day, which came to make other national events even

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