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Gals Are Behind 'Wheel' In Planes They're Up In Air Men: Just Love 'Em, That's All Dear Ann Landers: Your col umn is a study of Man. But what! is Man? Here is my definition: Mao is what a marries! Generally speaking, he has two Bands "and two feet. But he rarely has more than one dollar 4 or one idea at a time. Making a hus- cing factor in getting her interested in precision flying. Flew Toy' Flying 'Joy's Toy' a plane especially built for her, Joyce went right to the top in this spine-chilling world of loops, rolls and Immelmanns.

Be-fore she left to accept her present position as. an airlines sales representative, she was crowned women's national aerobatic champion' in 1959 and I960. A field in which women participants can be counted on one hand, she worked aerobatic shows for two years performing precision maneuvers which her father helped teach her. College Flyer While a coed at the University of Oklahoma, Gene Nora had her first lesson at the university and ended up working her way through college teaching flying. The personable Miss Stumbough, who has just a tinge of southern accent, got interested in flying while working with the Civil Air Patrol in high school.

Her first lesson in flying came at Oklahoma and by the time she was a senior she was giving lessons to help defer school expenses. Before graduating from college, she had collected seven collegiate flying trophies and was women's collegiate champion in 1959. An airlines merchandising hostess, she has more than 1,700 hours flying time. Flying through the air with the greatest of ea3e, two members of the fairer sex recently touched ground at the Quad-City airport on the Midwest leg of a cross-country flight. The highfliers, Miss Joyce Case and -Miss Gene Nora Stumbough, both Wichita, Kan.

residents, are two of the air lanes' women drivers and both are former national titleholders in women's flying competition. Gretc Up Flying For 25-year-old Joyce Case, flying was something she learned from her father well she was able to drive a car. The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dean A.

Case, Wichita, she grew up in a cockpit viewing the fascinating world of dials, meters, registers and gau'ges from her father's lap. Joyce can't remember her first airplane ride with her father, now an executive pilot in Kansas, but by the time she was 10, he was teaching her the highs and lows of flying. At sweet 16, this attractive pilot soloed with full approval from her proud father. Stewardess work with a southeastern airlines company kept her in the air after high school days as did another aspect of flying aerobatics. Again it was her father who was an influen ANN LANDERS band out of a man is one of the most intricate and challenging forms of-plastic art 'known to civilization.

This art requires a knowledge of science, sculpture, common sense, intuition, patience, faith, hope and charity. It is a psychological phenomenon that a small, tender, soft, violet-scented creature like a woman should enjoy kissing a stubby-chinned, tobacco and bourbon-icented thing like a man. If you flatter a male you frighten him to death. If you don't, you bore him to death. If he gets what he wants, he becomes disinterested and it's the end.

If he doesn't get what he HIGHFLIERS Miss Gene Nora Stumbough (left) and Miss Joyce Case MORNING DEMOCRAT vants, he becomes disinterested and there's no beginning. If you wear gay colors, eye i mtrni him nil i iSPS) rnT fist u5r gs is? tUi make-up and startling hats he hes Safety Breeds Insecurity Itates to take you out. you wear DAVENPORT-BETTENDORF, IOWA FRIDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1962 PAGE 30 a tailored suit and a little brown beret he stares all evening at the woman in gay colors, eye make-upj and the startling hat. JIf you are a clinging vine, in But raying Less We're Talking More, capable of making a decision, he considers you an idiot. If you are decisive and accomplished he con- liders you a machine.

If you are simple and uncom plicated he longs for a brainy By SYDNEY J. HARRIS Mentioning seat belts on ears, as I did the other day, reminded me of an incident a few months ago, when I was picked up at an airport on my way to a lecture. The man who picked me up fastened his seat belt as soon as he slipped behind the wheel, and I promptly did the same. He look-ed at me with some gratification when I remarked that I had belts on my car, too. (I failed to add that I hardly ever use them.) "I'm glad you feel that way," he said.

"You know, it's a funny thing about these belts a Jot of people don't want to drive with me after they see them." "Why is that?" I asked. "Well, puzzled me for i woman with ideas. If you are a brainy woman with ideas he suspects you are competing with him and eventually he dumps you in favor of a stupid playmate. tWhat is the solution to this puz-tlement of human nature, this collage of quirks and contradictions? Who knows the answers? vou should be in our State Department." It is obvious that neither television, strong drink nor anything has killed conversation. The answer, I think, lies in the modern social custom of throw ing large parties.

So many people crowd these gatherings that all have to get stiff in order to endure one another. Intelligent conversation becomes impossible. Five men of diversified interests, gathered about a fireplace over a good bottle, can have a conversation. A larger gathering is more likely to have only a brawl. understood by few people, and seriously studied by even fewer.

As a topic of conversation, then, it is extremely popular. At a recent mixed gathering I learned from a lady that the cold war could be brought to an early end if only this country would stop saying such beastly things about the Russians and invite them to sit down with us and talk things over. Since on that very day there were two meetings under way in Geneva and one in Moscow, each aimed at planning at least a speck of amicable agreement, what could one say? I said, "Madam, ing, writing and others; fallen into moronic mediocrity. Happily, the old excellence in all these arts survives in small oases inhabited mostly by graybeards and a few young intellectuals who refuse to be seduced by a phony culture. However, in the search for good conversation one runs full-tilt into the pseudo-intellectual who talks more in half an hour than a sideshow barker does in a day's work and says less.

These people are found at practically all levels, from the beatnik groups to hoity-toity society. This nation's foreign affairs are tening to. Millions of words, emanating from human voice boxes directly and, indirectly, from various types of electronic devices, have flowed through my ears, yet I am no wiser than I was in the morning. This is not due entirely to the fact that I am stupid. What actually has happened, I think, is that people are talking more than ever before, and their listeners are enjoying it less.

If conversation ever was an "art," it has gone the way of most other arts in these times the arts of acting, painting, sing By KEN DUVALL Writers who decry the demise of the art of conversation never seem to get around to explaining what sort of conversation they're talking about. Practically everything from television to vodka has been blamed for killing off this thing described as "conversation," yet never in a long life have I known a time when there was so much yak-yak. Also, I never before have known a time when, at the end of an active day, I could not remember hearing a single thing worth lis I don't. That's why I'm writing to Ann Landers. Augusta, Blame Pear Augusta: Woman was not born to understand man.

She was born to love him. while," he said, "but after I asked a few people, and cot evasiv answers, I figured out the reason. They think I must be a bad driver, or a dangerous one, to need the wits." "That's a curious attitude," I observed. "They could understand it," he said, "if I didn't use the belts around town, and onlv fastened re Stnss Meedei them when taking a long trip on the highway. This is what most belt-owners do.

The rest of the Fiiiwss Physical time the belts are just a sort of St. Christopher's medal, to protect them by magic." Dear Ann Landers: My husband and I own a beauty salon. Last January one of our clients offered to-do our income tax returns and take care of our books in exchange for beauty services. She used to come in every two weeks, so we thought it would be a good deal for all concerned. I kept track of her "services" and she has averaged two shampoos and sets a week, plus a weekly manicure and pedicure.

She has had two permanents and has changed the color of her hair three times. She has had five hair cuts and seven touch-ups. In other words she has enjoyed $638 worth of work since January. This does not include the jars of hand lotion, face cream, hair nets and nail polish she has helped herself My husband and I realize we made a foolish deal. How can we get out of it now? Saps Dear Saps: The next time the woman comes in, ask her to bring I know it," I confessed.

"That's the way I feel about mine 1 1 ixf Jill itfii i it niitm rf niri -Yii rn'r- in iin i in iinn itm mr i iinnnr i sr innim mrnif irtsiiii Av Jfefe ftMtototfe Titirf mr-n iftrr tiiiiiiijrxi once I had them installed, it didn't seem necessary to use them. They're sort of a good luck amulet, a way of placating the gods." He nodded. "Actually, of course, most auto accidents occur not more than a dozen blocks from the driver's house, and at speeds less than 35 miles an hour. "I'm aware of that," I nodded, "but it seems a little nrissv for the books and tell her you are me to fasten my belt when I'm just tootling down to the drug knocking off the arrangement. Hire a male accountant and pay him in money not shampoos.

store." "It does at first' he said, "and that's what bothers people about my invariable habit of fastening Dear Ann Landers: Four months ago we bought a lovely house in a fine neighborhood. The fly in the ointment is a three- Here's Johnny Wilson (left), of Columbus, Ohio, as a thrcc-month-old young-ster. In his head you can see traces of a shunt operation performed to treat the fatal birth defect, water on the brain. The picture of Johnny at right shows him as a four-year-old rocking horse winner. (AP Photo) Operation Offers Hope For Babies With Water On Brain year-old brat who lives next door, He has become a constant conv panion to our son who is the same age.

ivity with the children outdoors. I'm aware that such a program would not win enthusiasm from leaders and teachers of physical education. Nor would all teachers welcome it. But if they considered the needs of all children, such a program might develop in the foreseeable future. Even parents and the total population, so long exposed to the doctrine that children usually should not have to do what they don't feel like doing, may not be much impressed with my recommendation.

I just invite all of them to re-examine this prevailing philosophy at home and at school. As a result of this philosophy at home, children don't walk even a few blocks, when they can ride, and most of them can get a ride in the family car. Not Given Responsibilities Few children learn to share in the home drudgeries and responsibilities. What home training do most children get for being ready to work hard and overcome even small resistances? Answering Parents' Questions Q. I have trouble getting my two girls, five and seven, to tell the truth.

Am I expecting too much of them to admit their wrongdoings when they know they are in for punishment? A. Yes, you are. Don't put them on trial or try to force confession. Punish them only on objective evidence and not on their own testimony. Then try to keep them from temptation too hard to withstand and to win their trust, affection and esteem.

Write for my bulletin on "Honesty and Truthfulness." By GARRY C. MYERS, Ph. D. Nearly everything we hear or read on ways to toughen our flabby children presupposes that it should be done chiefly through sports and games. Accordingly, our school programs should have every child competing in some kind of physical contest and for years, this has been the objective of most teachers and directors of physical education.

Where there are sufficient teachers and space, even children of the elementary grades, during the physical education period, are usually divided into groups for physical play. May Not Be Enough But many children don't participate vigorously in the exercise. Nor do the activities always meet the physical needs of all the children. In some places, where elaborate gymnasium equipment is being added, standards of achievement tend to rise. This has some promise.

But for the average school, the cost seems prohibitive. Let the school go on motivating physical contests and setting standards of achievement on such apparatus as the chinning bar. Classroom Exercises In addition, as I have said before, let there be simple setting-up exercises for a few minutes daily, directed by the regular teacher in every classroom. She would need very little special training for this and the exercise, would usually be good for her, too. There would need be no added cost for equipment.

In good weather the teacher might often direct this simple act as an automatic drain for anv This obnoxious little boy has his parents completely buffaloed. He never speaks, he whines. If some them. They seem to think I inviting disaster, or else that I'm such a bad or nervous driver that I need them. Oddly enough, they think the belts have potency only when they're not being used as soon as you fasten them, they ask for trouble!" "You're right I agreed.

"It's like patients getting medicine from a doctor and keeping it on the medicine shelf; its presence reassures them, but they won't take it regularly for fear it might make them sick." By THE ASSOCIATED TRESS Johnny Wilson's birthday cake was shaped like a huge boat with four smokestacks, plowing its way through mountainous waves of whipped cream and one says "no" he screams, bites and holds his breath until his face excess fluid that forms in the skull cavity. Today the youngster leads a relatively healthy, happy and carefree life. He is growing up to be an energetic, friendly little bov who lik-ps turns purple. Our son was always well-behaved until he started to play with Johnny's blue eyes sparkled. this neighbor brat Now he try He beamed at his friends and gave out kisses all around.

Every ing to pull the same tactics on us. to roam around his family's 100- one agreed his fourth birthday Shall we tell our child he can't "We cin't even give our i lifts was a happy affair. play with the neighbor boy any sorbed by his body. Without the operation, fluid within the brain causes the head to swell enormously. Untreated children with hydrocephalus often become retarded, physically handicapped, even die.

Since 1958 doctors have performed two further shunt operations on Johnny and have treated him for inflammation of the lin- Yet at one time, Johnny's par more? I hate to do this, but it home ents had little hope he woujd live part shook to celebrate even a first birthday. For he was born with the often- from ies," he his head "They'd w-ith reckless seems like the only solution. Mrs. Dear Mrs. Temper tantrums are not contagious.

Youngsters imitate, of course, and most children will attempt to get away with whatever they can. Make rather fatal birth defect of water on the brain, or hydrocephalus. SI: acre farm near Columbus, Ohio. Ilis parents are Julia and John Wilson. Johnny regularly goes to a "special Birth Defects Clinical Study Center at Children's Hospital, Columbus.

It ls one of nearly 40 centers supported by the National Foundation-March of Dimes. Every three months, a doctor at the Columbus center measures Johnny's head to make sure there is no change in size. And since 1959. his head 1 rfU some rV -f driver than with me. Safety, it Surgeons saved Johnny's life -ing membrane of the stomach when he was three months old, and intestines and for blood poi-by performing what is known as: spningl a shunt operation.

They inserted He still has a shunt tubing a plastic tube in Johnny's brain running from his brain cavity to cavity to allow excess fluid from! his jugular vein inside his sure you set the limits for the boy and that he knows exactly tiViat ic ovnaniaA nf him Wlmn SYDNST HARRIS seems a I them nervous. I guess it remindj them of what might happen and nobody wants to think about be goes beyond those limits get to tiie seat of the problem at the brain to be harmlessly ab-jhead. Surgeons inserted the shunt ihas remained relatively constant..