The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-02-25
QUINS LOSING LAST CONTACT WITH ENGLISH
BY CLARE O'GRADY

United Press Staff Correspondent
 Corbeil, Ont, Feb. 25 - (U.P) - The Dionne quintuplets have en- tered what may be the last phase of their public" life.
 In a few months, they will move out of the hospital which medical science built for them. and they will become, in actual life, the five daughters of MT. and Mrs. Oliva Dionne.
 Already, the change-over is in r~ogress. Their parents visit them every day. They play and go to school with their brothers and sisters. On the orders of their par ents, they are forbidden to speak English-and their mode of life is now patterned almost entirely after that of French-Canada.
 Virtually their last familiar con- tact with the English speaking world went two weeks ago when Dr. Allan Roy Dafoe resigned as their official physician. He explained that as he undestood no French, there was no point in his seeing the quintuplets any more. He will be replaced, probably, by French-speak- ing Dr. I. loyal of North Bay, Ont.
 Natural and Charming
 The girls know little of the con- flict that has surrounded their up- bringing-and they haven't yet been told that Dr. Dafoe will not be call ling on them any more. Nor are they told very much about the war. They know the basic facts and the names of President Roose- welt, Winston Churchill and Prime Minister Mackenzie-King are fam iliar to them. But they aren't given many of the daily details. I visited the quintuplets in the nursery and found them most charming and natural. I was received in the sitting room "a room that really has lived in" look. It is furnished with blue leather chesterfield suite, and large gramaphone, equipped with hun dredS of records. All the best French and English composers are represented.
 The nurse told me that this was the favorite rendezvous of the girls. They love music, and all are quite talented. They play their records by the hour, and join in singing the songs.
 Brothers, Sister Visit
 Their tiny private chapel is most impressive. Here, they pray each day for peace. Every Sunday, they hear Mass and receive Communion.
 I was shown their bedroom. It is very spacious-it has to be to ac- commodate the five large cream col ored beds. There is also a bed for the nurse. The quints' beds each have handmade quilt, with col onial lady design.
 The famous five had just come in from their daily showing when saw them.
 When they were introduced they very charmingly, and without prompting, responded by each mak- ing a dainty curtsy and telling me her name.
 Their two brothers, Oliva, Jr., and Daniel, and their sister, Pauline, were playing with them-and while I talked with the nurse before they were introduced the noises that came from the play room were evidence of the normal life they lead,
 Play Piano and Organ
 There was rollicking laughter, shouting and running back and forth-and every now and then one of the girls would peek into the sit ting room to see how we were get ting along.
 Once Cecile, in her anxiety to tell something, had to run across the room with one skate on and one off. Another of the girls stopped at the piano to peck out tune-and Yvonne, not to be outdone, prompt ly turned to the organ and began to play. All of the girls can play sim pie pieces on piano or organ.
 After much talking and chasing back and forth, all were dressed for outdoors The Quints were garbed in maroon coats and parkas, with brown leggings and galoshes. They wore sun glasses.
 All Schooled Together
 They love to play outside with their two dogs, Bichonne and Do- rec. There is a gentle slope beside the nurses residence and it provides an ideal spot for sliding and skiing.
 Questioning revealed that the Quints knew all about the new home that is planned for them - and they're very anxious to begin living with their parents.
 MT. and Mrs. Dionne are daily vis- itors, Daniel, Oliva, Jr., and Paul line, spend all day at the nursery. They come at 8 A. M., and return to their home across the road at P. M. They receive their schooling with the five.
 My last glimpse of the girls was of five identical figures sitting Oil the railing of their veranda, feet swinging, hands waving, and voices shouting g. chorus of goodbyes in French.