The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1943-01-07
BY KATHLEEN NORRIS

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papers had a little story
= about young woman who
lost a hundred pounds, much to
the Improvement of her beauty
and health. When someone
asked her how she did it she
said ST dieted and 1 fell in
love-"
Nothing takes off weight like
falling IN love, or being under
the pressure of a terrible grief,
because both those emotions
are all absorbing. The woman
newly in love looks at her food Curl
ously; what is it? Oh, lunch? She
tastes it, isn't hungry; she is think
ing Of nothing but Douglas, whom
she will see tomorrow. And if she
keeps this up for more than a few
days she begins to lose weight.
A delightful way to lose weight,
too. Which one of us wouldn't like
always to have the dazzled, agoniz-
ing, delicious, floating and flying SEN
sation that is being in love?
Unfortunately it is as baseless an
emotion as the sweet drowsiness
that envelopes the drug-addict. Sense
and reason are dulled; anything,
everything sounds true to the lover.
The stout middle-aged married man
believes that the exquisiteIy pretty
eighteen-year-old is madly in love
with him; the frustrated wife of 40
listens enraptured to the compli-
ments of a boy of %. There is no
use arguing about it; lovers never
hear anything except what they want
to hear.
Drifted Apart.
please let me put to you for your
advice a situation that has arisen in
my life, and that I want to solve
right away for all concerned, - writes
Phyllis Taylor, Vassar graduate
who lives IN Nashville. ct am 80,
and have been married to Jack for
IL years. We have two sons, aged
nine and six. I adore my boys, and
I think that from their manners,
health and intelligence you would
think me good mother. Jack is a
lawyer, moderately successful; he
and like each other and respect
each other, but we have few inter-
ests In common. Jack goes to his
club every Thursday night, and quite
often on some other night about once
a week; he likes to go duck-hunting
deer-hunting, fishing, in very in
formal way, mean with friend or
two, camping, or In some little boat
they hire for a weekend. The boys
chatter at the breakfast table, Jack
reads the paper; they chatter at
the dinner table, he reads the paper.
He is amiable, was very good to my
mother, who lived with us until her
death six months ago, and will al
ways answer question interestedly.
But we seem to have drifted far
apart.
AFTER Mothers death I went TO a
neurologist, because I was upset In
every way, not sleeping well, de-
pressed. He is fine man, quiet,
Y years older than I, widowed, with
two girls of "A and 10. He helped
me from the first, life became worth
living again, and best of all I grew
patient with Jack, little things didn't
seem to trouble me any more.
David, to call him that, had sug-
gested exercise, diet, really worth
while reading.
Discovers New Love.
1.-TWO months ago, in his Office, we
discovered our love for each other,
and faced the facts. l was truly
amazed, not having realized where
I was drifting, or rather being car
ried by current too strong for me
70 resist. David, man-fashion, would
nave thrown all discretion to the
winds IN the terrific weeks that fol-
lowed, when I was In such a state
of emotional excitement that hard
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