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Life With My Father (Continued jrom page 31) everyone had a say. The smaller girls were very noble and offered to stay home if it would help my social life. Daddy said it was up to me. Barbara didn't commit herself either way. Mother thought dates were pretty important to a girl of my age, and told me to think the matter over very carefully. "Let's go to the ranch just like we always do!" I said. Betty Lou and Kathy heaved explosive sighs of relief. The loves of their young lives are their elderly riding horses. Dates? How could any girl in her right mind prefer dancing to riding? As it turned out, that was the luckiest decision I ever made — for all of us. We flew up to Carmel Valley in Daddy's Navion plane, and we found a whole new crowd of young people had moved in. What with hayrides and square dances and picnics I had more dates and made more lasting friendships than I could possibly have imagined. There won't be any shall-we-go-to-the-ranch problem next year! lip at the ranch we all ride together, U and we have our own horses. Mine is a former cavalry jumper that I call Monty, and I think he's still got lots of spirit. About the other horses — mother says, "Well, they've got four feet. That's about all you can say in their favor." Quite recently Daddy was looking around for a gentle, elderly steed for our baby sister to ride. He finally came across a really old pony, which came highly recommended as being very gentle with children. The man who led him up with a rope around his drooping neck told Daddy that he'd been used to children climbing over his swayed old back for "nigh on to twenty years." "Fine, fine," said Daddy patting the scarred old face. "Kathy will just love this old fellow." Maybe she would have loved him. She was a bit too late in his life, that's all. Because as Daddy led the old warrior back to the barn he suddenly stopped, lay down and quietly expired at Daddy's feet. Kathy, coming up with flying pigtails at that very minute, was simply furious. He might, she told Daddy, have bought her a horse with a little more spirit. And Daddy had to admit she was so right! He promised to be a bit more careful next time he turned horse trader. Another thing that we like about ranch life is the fact that Mother and Daddy let us each invite a girl friend of our own age to stay with us. That means never less than six. girls, sometimes more. Mother does all the cooking, but we help out with the bed-making and the farm work. This year we're going in for chicken-raising on a big scale. Mother and Daddy believe in sharing their lives with us as completely as possible-r-and with mother, this means sharing her clothes, too. It seems that in all our rambling white brick house there just isn't a thing to wear when we have to go somewhere in a hurry. When Barbara and I find our closets hopelessly bare, we make a bee-line for mother's pretty dressing-room and reach out for "the community rack." This rack holds an assortment of sweaters, skirts, and jackets that fit all three of us. We may borrow what we wish, but there's one rule. Whoever borrows an item must put it back in VOGUE says: "ACCENT YOUR EYES" ^RT WOMEN "~~ 'HSIST ON EYE SHADOW • EYEBROW •BZHE MASCARA o Time Li HOSPITAL PLAN GOOD ANYWHERE IN U.S Protects You in Case of SICKNESS & ACCIDENT COSTS only 3c a DAY Individual or entire family eligible, birth to age 70. Policy pays Hospital Room and Board Benefits as long as you remain confined. NO TIME LIMIT! (rest homes, sanitariums. Gov. Hospitals excluded). You get Cash Benefits for 74 Surgical Operations... Lump Cash for Accidental Death . . . Cash Payment for Loss of Eyes, Hands, Feet . . . Special POLIO protection . . . plus other valuable coverages. No waiting period! We pay CASH DIRECT TO YOU I Only 3c a day for adults; 1 Vic a day for children to age 18. Sold direct! No agent will call? POLICTPAYS' HOSPITAL ROOM AND BOARD FOR SICKNESS MPol '150.00 (No time limit) HOSPITAL ROOM and BOARD for ACCIDENT $150.00 Month (No time limit) 74 SURGICAL OPERATIONS $10 to MOO Policy Provides In Lieu ol Other Benefits; the Following— ACCIDENTAL OEATH $500 to $2000 LOSS OF EYES, HANDS, FEET DUE TO ACCIDENT $250 to $2000 INFANTILE PARALYSIS HOSPITAL UP $CAA BILLS TO *9WI DOCTOR BILLS UPtCAA While In Hosp. TO 'uu ORTHOPEDIC UP$CAA APPLIANCES TO *«" YOU CAN GET MATERNITY FREE! MAIL COUPON NORTH AMERICAN MUTUAL INSURANCE COMPANY ■ Dept.251tVlC, Wilmington, Del. I Please send me, without obligation, details about ■ your "3c A Day Hospitalization insurance Plan". I | Nome | | Address | | City Siatet i GOOD... any old time! ^isQuHMm\ N Mfker cheese flavor ksqg^ 7^m jmrica's Leese cracker! by est selling ^%unshine Biscuits^ 97