Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-08-07
Problems
With the Children
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New Yea CITY
Life At the Beach
By REBECCA VENABLE

The day was hot, and the beach was
crowded with bathers summing In the
| sand and watching the flashing blue
water. Among the groups making
bright spots Of color against the tilt
ing and tipping waves. one singled it
self out for my idle attention, chiefly
because of the two gay little girls and
the positive, penetrating voice Of one
Of the women. This woman was re-
calling the three others with an ac-
count Of life at the beach in Florida
during the hotel season, and Palm
Beach in particular-the size Of the
tips, the cost Of bathing privileges,
and SO forth. Her nsteners-Main
street cousins, presumably looked
properly impressed and hopefully
anointed white skins with sun-tan oil
while she complacently surveyed her
nearly mulatto tan and wen-molded,
slim figure.
The little girls, about 10 they looked,
prattled. laughed and played in the
sand. The chunky, rather plain, eager
one interrupted politely, Mother!
We're so hot! We want to get cones
Jane has some money. May I have
some. too?"
OF course you want a cone! You
always do" unamiably replied the
mother. "Here!" and she handed the
child some change from her beach
bag.
Thank you." murmured the little
girl, flushing, and looking glad to
scamper away with her small COM
panion.
And why wouldn't she want a cone
in this heat?" I grumbled Indignantly
to myself as turned over in my beach
chair to browse again under the warm
shade of its striped umbrella. Some
time later an imploring wall aroused
me. Mother! Mother! Come quick!
Mother! It's all melting! Oh, hurry,
mother!"
1t was the little girl with the pas
sion for ice cream cones. sat up to
see what the commotion was about
There she was, poor child, up on the
board walk where two ice cream cones
were fast running away from her
frantic grasp.
now?" called her mother irritably
Then glimpsing her little daughters
predicament she darted up and strobe
clumsily through the heavy sand,
scolding as she went. Curious eyes
turned to watch and curious ears
strained to catch the TRADE. Disguised,
closed my eyes again only to open
them as the trio returned,
Never agatn!" scolded the irate one
tensely. Never will I take you any
place with me again-Florida or any
other place. Enjoy yourself today
as II she could, poor little one-"be-
cause It's the last timel Carrying an
ice cream cone all the way in this
sun! Look at YOURSELF And getting
me all sticky, too! Why don't you ever
think?" She stopped for breath.
But mother" protested the scarlet
faced little victim, II wanted to bring
you one, tool" and there were tears
in her eyes, I saw.
The other child bore dripping cones
also, one Of which she laughingly
handed to her mother. You'll need 9
straw" she giggled.
THANK you, dear" smiled her
mother, taking the treat In a pleased
way. Nov that was very thoughtful
and generous Of you girls!"
Which, reflected, Is the important
thing for little girls to be. And you
mother Of the unhappy little girl
beautiful as you are. are making your
self most unattractive by your unkind-
ness, and are FORGETTING the affection
and confidence Of your little daughter
OF course you want the love of you,
child; what a pity you don't take time
to understand how to cultivate It'll