The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1943-01-14
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
Bell syndicats-wNu Features.

NNE great trouble with all
Y of US is that we don't
~ know our own minds. We
may go along for years in the
firm conviction that we dislike
something heartily; we may cut
a great deal of innocent pleas
ure and beauty out of our lives
by this imagined dislike, only
to find in the end that it was that
very thing that we needed most,
and would have enjoyed most
of all.
Henry James wrote a Won
derful short story many years
ago about the man who was
convinced that some misfor-
tune was going to darken his life.
He felt it so strongly that when he
fell in love with a fine woman he
told her of it; he said that a man
so sure of approaching calamity had
no right to ask a wife to share his
blighted career. So she took her
broken heart one way and he took
his another, and they did not meet
for long, long time. She was hap
PLY married then and the mother Of
children, but he was still alone,
carrying his obsessive fear still with
him.
It was when they were talking
together of their long-ago love that
it suddenly came to him that it was
the losing of her, her beauty, wis
dom, devotion, companionship, that
was the misfortune.
A lonely man who lived in a little
mountain studio in California was
sure he hated dogs. He could not
sheer enough at dog-lovers, and at
the responsibility mischievous, dis
orderly dog could be to his master.
One Christmas some friends, as a
joke, sent him a small police-dog
puppy in crate, intending to fol-
low up the gift with telegram in
day or two to say that the dog
would be called for Immediately and
given back to his real owner. But
the owner had to buy another dog;
"Perro" had scrambled with his big
clumsy puppy paws right into the
dog-hater's heart and there he has
been enthroned above all other af-
fections ever since.
Children Can Be Guided.
And so it is with the child who
has an aversion to bananas, carrots,
''the creepy feeT of cereals; the
child who fuses over one type of
hat and doesn't object to another.
With children we may use authority,
pushing the spinach-spoon back and
back into the rebellious little mouth,
decreeing mo blue hat, no circus"
But grown-ups have decisions just
as silly, and some of them are driv-
ing housewives mad at this moment.
when your husband" writes
Martha Williams of Troy pathetical-
ly, won't eat vegetables or salads,
doesn't like many sweets, and hates
stews, minces, pot-roasts, heavy
soups and egg dishes, what on earth
are you to do, in these difficult
times? Charles is amiability's self
when there is steak for dinner with
baked potatoes, or chops, or liver
and bacon, or roast chicken, with
plenty of macaroni and beans and
noodles. But try to give him a
black bean soup, a cheese souf1e,
string beans, cornbread and baked
apples and he sits back from the
table, signs, and watches the chill
dren and me eat our dinner.
eve are prospering now, our in
come has risen from $145 a month
to a little more than twice that, but
even so, to have steak or fowl every
night for family of six costs too
much. Besides that, I don't think
meat and starch diet is good for
Charles. Last year he was moving
pianos, hard work, exercise that
brought him home physically tired
every night, and sent him off to
sleep no matter what he ate. Now it
is different, he stands or sits in one