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11 Young Glynns Keep Things Jumping TELEVISION AND RADIO (At lefL) Here are all II of the children of Mr. and Mrs. Donald Glynn: Beginning at the bottom and working up are: Shawn, Casey, Maureen, Kevin, Martha, Barbara, Pat, Cathy holding Baby Peggy, Dennis and Bill. (Below) Baby Peggy has three "little mothers," a r- bara, left, Cathy and Patricia. Peggy, who is six months old, is the family "pet." No Substitute for Gracie By JOHN CROSBY The trouble with the George Burns show, to put it as simply as possible right at the outset, is that Ronnie Burns is no substitute for Gracie Allen, I hurriedly add that this is not meant to undersell Ronnie.

He could quite conceivably make a marvelous substitute for somebody else, say Ricky Nelson, or maybe even Tony Perkins. But not Gracie. Gracie can think of no other way to put can think of no other way to put this isn't. He's a lot of other things. He's personable.

He's charming. My spies among teen-age set tell me he sings uncommonly well. But funny he ain't and that puts the Burns show seriously out of kilter because laughs are what they're striving for. monly well. But funny he ain't and that puts the Burns show seriously out of kilter because laughs are what they're striving for.

Crosby By BERNICE WARNER It isn't unusual for an only child to write: "Dear Santa: Please bring me a little brother or sister for Christmas." But when youngsters who are blessed with 10 brothers and sisters put "a pair of twins" at the top of the list of things they want for Christmas, that's news! There'll be just about everything but those twins under the Christmas tree when the "lively "leven" children of Mr. and Mrs. Donald Glynn come racing down the stairs of their home at 1256 Court come Christmas morning. And, most important, there'll be bright-eyed Peggy, who will be having her very first Christmas. months old, Peggy has become the darling of every one of the Glynns from 2-year-old Shawn to Bill, who at 15 is the "dean" of the Glynn household.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Glynn, they're looking forward to the coming holiday with almost as much youthful anticipation as the children themselves. "It's going to be wonderful," Mrs, Glynn told us. "Of course, it will be pure bedlam for always is.

But if there's anything more fun than a houseful of kids at Christmas, I don't know what it is." They're All Extroverts When it 's count-down time at the Glynns, here 's the way the children line up: Bill. 15, ninth grade at St. Mary's School. Dennis, 14, seventh grade. Cathy, seventh grade.

Patricia, 10, fifth grade. Barbara, 9, third grade. Martha, 7, second grade. Kevin, 6, first grade. Maureen, 5, kindergarten, Roosevelt School.

Casey, 4. Shawn, 2. 6 months. AH of the youngsters are bru nettes; four have brown eyes like their father's; the rest have inherited the Irish blue eyes from their mother, the former Rita McAuliffe. There are no real look- alikes in the Glynn family; about the only thing they all have in common are long, sweeping eyelashes and an exuberance that's contagious.

Not an introvert in the bunch, the youngsters are outgoing and friendly, and despite occasional hassels, they're extremely close. Discipline an Essential What about discipline? The Glynns think it's necessary in any in one the size of theirs, it's an essential. The form the discipline takes varies with the age of the culprit, and ranges from a mild version of the old-fashioncd spankmg to depriving the older ones of privileges "Depriving the younger children just doesn't work," Mrs. Glynn says. "You take away one thing, and they have something else just as interesting to turn fo.

In their case, especially when they're too young to understand, a spanking's (he only answer." The biggest roadblock to any' kind of punishment is Dennis the soft-hearted, who suffers more than the one who's actually being punished. There are many fascmating facets to raising a big family, but to the Glynns, most intriguing is that each of the children is totally different from his brothers and sisters. "Each one is an individual in his own right," Mrs. Glynn says, "and you can't treat any two of them alike." Never a Dull Moment That there's never a dull moment at the Glynns is a masler- i piece of understatement. The whole family enjoys sportS and going fo basketball and football games with dad is always a treat.

While they're a very active group, the also enjoy quiet games, and there's usually a game of checkers, parchesi or scrabble Maureen calls it) going on. "When Peggy's asleep," six- year-old Kevin volunteered, "we play 'hide the thimble' so we won't wake her up." Naturally, television plays an important part in the Glynn whenever there's a conflict as to which program is going to be watched, it's mother who makes the she makes it stick. Feeding 13 people three times a day (to say nothing of the snacks in between) is a prospect that would make most any woman weak. Mrs. Glynn takes it all in stride, even to making stacks of sandwiches for the seven who carry their lunches to school.

It takes a minimum of three loaves of bread, six to eight quarts of milk, and about a pound and a half of butter to fill the daily requirements. "The thing I'm thankful for," she says, "is that they're all healthy and good eaters, they eat anything I put on (he table." Teamwork Aids Big Task Mrs. Glynn bakes every day, either cakes or cookies, or both, and occasionally the family is treated to pie. Not very often, she admits, since it takes three pies to feed the gang. Roasts, chops and casseroles are usually the main meat dish, but like youngsters all over, the Glynns' children vote for hamburgers, and weincr.s their favorites.

Pizza and spaghetti and moat- balls rate high, too. Every big undertaking calls for and raising II youngsters demands it in order to keep the domestic wheels running Every one of the children, as as he is able, takes on certain with the older ones helping the young- I cr. Mr. Glynn, who is assistant I secretary-treasurer of the Janesi ville Sand and Gravel i "wonderful, about helping around the hou.se," his wife says, and the older girLs, particul.Trly Cathy and Patty, are their mother's right hand men. Bill is a Gazette carrier and Dennis is his helper.

Mrs. Glynn gets along without any outside assistance, and is probably one of the greatest boosters for automatic washers and dryers in the city, since does three loads of laundry daily. Bunk Beds Popular There are nine rooms in the Glynn home, and all of the youngsters' bedrooms have bunk beds. The burning question of "who gets the (op bunk" is settled by age, the older ones getting the coveted bed. And speaking of sleep, bedtimes are staggered at (he Glynn home, with the younger set settling down between 7 and 7:30, the medium group at 8:30, and the older contingent from 9:30 on.

It's not surprising that with a house full of lively youngsters, the biggest single problem is furniture. "We go through chairs faster than we go through dishes," was Mrs. Glynn's wry comment. The very worst of their 16 years of marriage came five years ago when that old bugbear of even small families struck with a vengeance. In (he span of one year, beginning at Christmas time with scarlet fever, the children ran the gamut of measles, mumps and whooping cough, the siege finaUy ending with chicken pox in September.

It's a year that the senior Glynns would just as soon forget but at the same time, Mrs. Glynn figures, it's just about tiine for the younger children (o start the whole cycle over again. Mother Enjoys It All Other than communicable diseases the youngsters have been remarkably healthy. The only near-tragedy came when Bill who was in first grade, at the time, was struck by a car while crossing the street and suffered a serious skull fracture. Other than even a broken bone," Mrs.

Glynn said, knocking on wood. She takes her family ly in stride, and does less worrying and fussing than most mothers with only one. She enjoys the daily confusion, marveling at the speed with which a crisis can be forgotten and minimized by just one humorous remark and there's always someone who comes up with just the right thing to say. Perhaps one of the reasons the Glynns get so much enjoyment out of their is that both are mem'oers of large Glynn was one ol seven and he, one of six. They're pretty proud of the even distribution of five boys and six girls, especially since she had only two brothers and he had only one sister.

How come the children arc so eager to have twin sisters or brothers? "They probably caught it from mc," Mrs. Glynn admits. "I'd just love a set of identical always fascinated me." It's just possible, too; there are twins on Mr. Glynn's side of the family! The plots are outlandish. Ronnie is incessantly trying to get an acting job for one of his girl friends by preposterous strategms.

Or Harry Von Zel! is trying to land a secretarial Page 12 JANESVILLE DAILY GAZETTE TUESDAY, DEC. 16. 1958 ANN LANDERS Mother's For your children, wrapping the gifts they've purchased can be as exciting as all the other pre-Christmas events. Put them in business at a large table, with everything they'll need to make fancy packages. Most important: your undivided attention! (Try, if possible, to work out a schedule of only one child at the table at one time.) obe SayS" Dping their homework turns out to be a family affair at the Glynns.

Seated around the table, beginning at left, are Patricia, Cathy, Kevin, Barbara, Dennis and Martha. Bill and Mrs. Glynn stand by ready to help. The very words "lined gloves" bring up visions of heavy bulky gloves for driving or outdoor country wear. But my Christmas fashion suggestion today is for an entirely different kind.

It's the new lined dress of French glace kid, or suede, lined in thin silk tricot so that it is no more bulky than any other glove. I like these particularly in the longer button or wear with the bracelet length sleeves that are the rule on almost everything today. ust Who's a "Knuckleheac. This Case? DEAR ANN LANDERS: Sometimes you give excellent advice. Other times you sound like a knucklehead.

The latest example of knuckleheadism was your ad vice to "Had It." You told her to leave her relatives alone. "If you can't get along WITH them" (quoth the mighty Landers) "then learn (0 get along without them." Believe me, Ann, I'd like nothing better than to leave my relatives alone. But how can I when they won't leave Me alone? I haven't been inside my brother's home for three years. Yet he and his fat wife and their three kids come over almost every Sunday (at dinner time). My mother-in-law is a regular times week, rain or shine.

She lives two blocks away and I If swear she can smell a roast from that distance. She hasn't had me for a meal in five her stove is broken. I have two nieces whose mother is too sick (spell ed L-A-Z-Y) to fix them lunch. The school is three blocks from me so I have them five days a week. No one ever says hello, goodbye, thank you, or drop dead.

I get no help with the dishes. They never bring so much as a wiener. Sometimes I think the only solution is to shoot all relatives. What do you Ann Landers say to that? -UP TO HERE DEAR U.T.H.: I say put on your bullet-proof are a relative to THEM, If you permit these freeloaders to pile in on you day after day, week after week, year after so much as a hello or a goodbye or a drop it's YOU who is a knucklehead. People who let themselves get kicked around and abused, then cry buckets because people take advantage of them, get no sympathy from me.

If you're "Up To There," don't just lie there. -SAY SOMETHING job for his extaordinarily nubile girl friend or Blanche Morton, George's secretary, is wild; ly misunderstanding something she hears over the telephone And just as I get to muttering to myself that these plots are just too implausible to hold any degree of credibility, I recollect that they are no more Implausible, probably less so, than the ones Gracie got away with for some 30 years. The difference is Gracie. In her own little sunlit and improbable world, everything became possible and even sweetly reasonable. But Gracie is gone and we'll just have to make the best of it.

I'm not sure they are making the best of it. In this show, George is cast as an agent. At least, I guess that's svhat he is. It's hard to tell. Much of the time he and a pained pianist are at the piano, with -George singing in his notorious voice some, blessedly awful old songs such as "Hello, Central, Give Me No Man's Land." He never gets more than a phrase or two out before something intervenes.

Bonnie brings a girl friend in. Or Blanche Morton misunderstands something. Or Harry Von Zell pokes his head in. Burns, with his bland and imperturbable face, keeps singing and escorts them to the door. At least once the entrant was Jack Benny, looking wonderfully young and well, and then the old age jokes flew thick and fast.

In this particular episode, Ronnie Burns- misunderstanding again thought his father was preparing to go back in vaudeville and make a fool of himself and he wailed to Benny: "Ddd's going back into show business and everyone will laugh at him." And Benny says soothingly: "Well, no one has laughed yet so why should they start now." Somewhere along about the middle of the show, George wanders out to the camera and does one of his monologues. These are delicious sometimes, but not as delicious as the ones about Gracie used to be. George Burns has a wonderfully fey and fresh humor of his own and this particular show has Srot brought it out the way I expected. Maybe it 'll take a little time. After all, wfien a man employi infinite variations on a singla 35 years, it takes a little while to break in a new joke.

At the moment the writers seem determined to drapa Gracie' mantle on Blancht Morton (Bea Benaderet) it doesn't fit very well. "You know how George feels about me," says Harry Von Zell to Blanche. "Oh sure, but I'd let you in anyway," says Blanchs without quite the ring of sheer dfzzy conviction Gract would have given it. I feel a sense of strain. Linej like "You might be to butterflies what John Wayne is to horses" sound as if somebody had made them up.

You're not supposed to think of thass things. The canned laughter oit this show, mc'identaWy, is especially intense and unlikely. At one point Tony Martin, guest of the week, says to Ronnie: "Ronnie, where did you get all these tricks?" "When mother retired, she left them to me." But the trouble is, she didn't. IT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT The popular fluffy fox stole has an even fluffier counterpart in the ostrich feather stole that is making a dramatic comeback in formal evening fashions this winter. It's a wonderful solution to the Christmas gift problem too, as one does not have to worry about size.

There are several very long one that may be swirled about the figure; a short one with ribbon ends to tie around the shoulders; and a cape-stole that makes an ensemble out of the dress. Ostrich stoles come in wonderful colors, as well as white and black which may be worn with any color dress. DEAR ANN: 1 would like to comment on your reply to woman who complained because her husband didn 't remember her birthday or anniversary. How right you were, Ann, when you told her to quit moaning, that such things aren't really important. And how courageous of you to take this stand.

Gift-giving has become a sacred cow. To suggest that it's not really important, in this day of ultra-commercialism, is suicide. My husband never forgot a single birthday, anniversary or holiday. And there were plenty of flowers and boxes of candy in between. I found out after 18 years of marriage that he had women everywhere.

His gifts were only gimmicks to cover a guilty conscience. The best gift a husband can give his old loyalty, I never had. And my name is legion. DEAR ANN: Our 17-year-old daughter has a girl triend who slops for her on the way to school every morning. Betsy comes straight, to the breakfast table and makes herself right at home.

Both my husband and I find their incessant chatter nerve-wracking. I've asked my daughter to tell Betsy to please wait in the living room since she doesn't seem to know that some people like privacy. She say it would be an insult, and that her girl friend would get mad at her. My husband is disgusted with the whole thing. He thinks Betsy is ill-mannered and should be told.

Can you MOTHER DEAR PUZZLED MOTHER: Betsy IS ill-mannered, and she SHOULD be told. Give your daughter two days in which to tell her. If she fails, greet Betsy at the door, hand her a couple of magazines and say "Make yourself comfortable in the living room, please, Mary will be with you when she finishes her breakfast." Subdued Ava Regular 3oll in Newest Film By EARL WILSON hardy Americans huddle in their overcoats at the sidewalk tables on the Via Veneto at this Christmas season and talk enviriously of those going home. Ava Gardner was flying back to N. the Carolinas and Hollywood after stealing her own picture, "The Naked Maja," working long hours uncomplainingly and untemperamentally and being quite a doll about it.

Her steady beau Walter now with TV and a when he finishes he'll join her about I March on her next picture job- in Australia. CON' RACT BRIDGE By B. Jay Becker N'orlh dealer. Keilher side vulnerable. XORTK 4 A9 4AJ86i WEST EAST 4Q10 2 487.5 43 4J10 753 46 SOLTH 4KJ6 75 2 4A92 The bidding: Nortti East South West 1 4 Pass 1 Pas.s 2 Pass 3 Pass Sam Steinman, the Newark, N.

newsman who named the busiest street "Veneto Beach," told of an Itah'an who said to a friend: "Francesco, you are so well dressed! Would you give me the address of your tailor?" Francesco replied: "Yes, on condition you don't give him mine." The Americanos are much in evidence. Handsome Lex Barker (of N. y. C), prospering in European films, told me he was rushing off to Switzerland where my girl Mario Lanza (of Philadelphia) is back in tlie Big Money, having signed for five albums, three films in Germany and is discussing an NBC-TV spec to be filmed Maria Bricktop (from the Carolinas) returns to N. Y.

next month to "see Mitch" (Miller) about a record Mike Stern I was flying toward Syracuse to see his son and daughter, who are college students there. ton, a Vassar girl now making her social debut in Houston. "She's a blonde Elizabeth lay. lor," she assured me.) The Rome wolves are now called "the Young Lions" I met Author James Jones and B. W.

at Jerry's Bar (run by Jerry Chierchio of Louisiana) and Jones was explaining to us and to George Seabury, the Pan-Am Ann Landers will be glad to help you with your problems. Send them to her in care of the Janesvillo Gazette enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope. Opening lead king of diamonds. This hand was played in the national women's team of four championship in Syracuse in 1942. When Phyllis Gardner, of Brooklyn, held the South hand she reached a final contract of four hearts on the bidding sequence shown.

A diamond was opened and taken with the ace. Mrs. Gardner led the two of hearts from dummy. East followed with the four, South with the five, and West with the three. So Mrs.

Gardner won the trick which contained the 2-3-4-5 with the five! After playing a club to the queen she led another heart. East winning with the ace. Back came a spade, declarer playing low, and West's ten forced the ace. A diamond was led from dummy and ruffed, after which the king of hearts was cashed. Seven tricks had been played.

West by this time was down to Q-2 of spades, queen of diamonds, and J-IO -7 of clubs. Mrs. Gardner now led the ten of hearts and West had to find a discard. She couldn't afford a diamond or a club discard, and was therefore compelled to discard the deuce of spades. East took the heart ten with the queen and returned a spade.

Mrs. Gardner rejected the possible finesse, playing the caught West's queen, and made five hearts for what looked like a winning score. But when the hand was played at the other table, the result duplicated. Mrs. Peggy Solomon, of Philadelphia, held the South hand and reached four hearts on identical bidding.

Again the king of diamonds was opened and again the five of hearts won (he second trick. The same excellent of plays took place and Mrs. Solomon also made eleven tricks to bring about a tie on the deal. So we have a sample of the fine bridge that's played in the women's team championship. No wonder I've never won the event! Hollywood and Houston bachelor Bob Neal recently gave me his Miami now I found him in Rome escorting beautiful Irma Aranga, niece of the Panamanian president, now studying in Italy.

Bob's constantly with his attractive young sister, "Puddin'," and her husband, Dr. William Dodge, a Mayo's brain surgeon now researching in Europe. The Dodges have five children, a 4- floor penthouse with five terraces, in the highest part of Rome a swimming poo! on the roof. What living! ant there, why he doesn't dance much. "It's the Italian orchestras," he said, "They can't seem to keep very good time with our dance steps." told me I should "discover" the most beautiful girl Dixon of Hous- THE MIDNIGHT EARL IN N.

Y. Constance Bennett coaxed thai "Auntie Mame" producers to close the Chicago company for three days, give the cast a holiday vacation. Joy Harmon, now on B'way in "Make a Million," is being paged for the next Fredric March B'wayite Eddie Foy Jr. says he 'd rather work on TV than in a B'way show: "On TV you don't have to go out there and danca every Hendrix ii dating Mjke Dante, recently Lana Turner's best of tha "Bells Are Ringing" chorus girll celebrated her annulment with a big backstage party. EARL'S PEARLS; To meet tht challenge of hard times a man changes his gov't, an Eng.

lishman votes new taxes, a sian switches his and an American just tradei in his old car on a new Harold Coffin, Quote. TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Thert is a Broadway showgirl who'a ashamed to tell how she got her mink. She bought it. WISH I'D SAID THAT: Tha first cow was brought to this country ten years before the Mayflower, But you never hear cowi boast of their Washout. Comic Roger Price says he'i simplified getting Christmas gifts for friends by buying only two and fifths.

That'i earl, brother. You're Never Too Old to Regain Your Ideal Weight By IDA JEAN KAIN "To be fat is to be old" is a well known French proverb. Yet, one reader in her mid-thirties feels too old to attempt to get down to ideal weight. She writes: "Each day when I read your I say, 'Today I start my I never do. My will power is nil.

I must lose at least 50 excess pounds. I am 35 years old and I know in the back of mind I feel that I am too old to lose so much weight. I've been to many doctors, but always ended up with pills which were of no avail. Maybe by writing to you I'll get the boost I need to keep go' ing for that 50 pound loss." All overweigh(s on (ho sunny side of forty, tune in here. First, discard all your notions about reducing being aging.

Follow a keep-young diet and you can look and feel at least ten years younger than you do now. Recognize that excess poundage keeps you from looking and feeling as young as you are. Here's your program: Follow a 1000 to 1100 calorie pattern made up of keep-young calories. Choose protective bargain.s— your calories as if they were money! By (hat plan you can look and feel the way you did 20 pounds ago! Isn't that something to get excited about? Far from causing you to look old, protective foods furnish body replenishing nutrients and help to shore up sagging tissue. Which foods help to keep the body young? Is it the rich desserts, poor quality baked goods and rich snacks? No! Such foods provide "empty" calories, which means they furnish only fuel, What you want are protectivo calories.

Lean meats, fish and fowl, eggs, cottage cheese and skim milk furnish protein, calcium, iron. Make these foods backbone of your menus. In fact, build every meal around a complete protein food. To cut calories, (rim away fats and avoid adding To insure vitamins and mora minerals, balance your menus with vegetables, fruits and whola grains. Those foods are nature's best sources of vitamins and minerals.

It's faddy diets (hat are aging, for they fall far short of meeting the nutrition requirements. Get over any age phobias. Forty is the beginning of young middle age and fifty is just high noon of life! Send. long, stamped, self-addressed envelope for HUNGER CONTROL DIET. Address request to Ida Jean Kain, care of the Janesville Gazette, Post card requests can not ba answered.

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