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When Curt awakened on the morning of June 9, he found a handsome gift on his night stand. With the proper exclamations of appreciation he opened the package, was delighted by Edythe's taste and thoughtfulness, and then asked about breakfast. He was starved, he said. He failed to say anything about having a package for his wife. After breakfast, during which the feminine member of the household was notably quiet, the entire family went to church. In the afternoon, Curt accepted a friend's invitation to spend a few hours on a putting green. When Mr. Massey returned to his home late in the afternoon, he noted that the strain had not gone from the atmosphere, so, in the tone of a man who wishes to be reasonable, but who has certain inalienable rights on his particular holiday, he said, "What's the matter, honey? You've been mad at me all day. You've been mad at me simply because I wanted to spend a few hours putting on Father's Day." "Father's Day," said his wife at thirty degrees below zero, "is NEXT week. I have another gift hidden away for you on THAT holiday." Curt, of course, has his favorite story dealing with the vagaries of womankind. A few years ago he surprised Edythe on her birthday, first by remembering the exact date, and second by presenting her with a magnificent four-pelt stone marten scarf. Edythe squeaked with pleasure when she opened the box, but she tasted some serious inner doubts. The next day she returned the scarf to the store from which it was purchased and explained that she thought she would prefer something different. According to Curt's delighted story, Edythe tried on everything in the store that had ever moved around on four feet. Finally she reached the decision that there was nothing in stock as lovely and as becoming to her as Curt's original purchase. Like any pair of bemused and devoted parents, the Masseys like to talk about their youngsters, Stephen, aged nine, and David, aged four. Stephen is tall for his age, blond, practical, and exact. During the war, when all foodstuffs were in short supply, Curt undertook to inform his. elder son of the imminent visit of the Easter bunny. Said Curt, "Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you may slip out of bed quietly — without disturbing Davey, your mother, or me — and you may look for the nests left by the Easter rabbit. Probably there will be nests of eggs in the living room, possibly in the den, and probably out in the patio under the trees." "I certainly hope the Easter rabbit remembers to bring some bacon, too," opined Stephen. On another occasion, Curt was pointing out a flight of jets to his son. "See how well they fly in formation?" he said, making conversation. Corrected Stephen, "That isn't a formation. That is a six-mation. I counted 'em." And not long ago when the parental Masseys were discussing politics, Stephen used a brief break in conversation to inquire solemnly,. "Exactly what are Republicans? People who just don't vote?" Davey, the four -year-old is also a distinct personality. Sometime ago he was given one of Curt's fiddles with the promise that he would be taught to play it as soon as his hands are large enough. And it was Davey who supplied his Daddy with Curt's most embarrassing moment. The Masseys were in Chicago on personal appearance tour, and Curt was trying to drive in the maze of conflicting currents which is Chicago traffic. As Curt approached the middle of an intersection, the on-coming driver abruptly decided to turn left without giving blinker or hand signal, and in speeding disregard of the universal law that the right of way belongs to through traffic, not to turning traffic. In order to avoid a crash, Curt had to swing hard to the right so that, for a shattering few seconds, his headway was parallel to that of the offending motorist. Out of shock, fright, and fury, Curt shouted a one-word description of the madman who had almost precipitated a bad accident. The madman drove on, of course, without answer or backward glance. Curt maneuvered his car back onto course and proceeded carefully to the next signal. At this point Master Davey quickly rolled down his car window and, to the astonished driver waiting on Curt's left for the signal to change, shrieked the same word Curt had used a few moments earlier. Curt, red to the hairline, drove innocently away, knowing that his wife was regarding him reproachfully from one side and that an affronted motorist was glaring at him from the other. "In this world, a parent can never be himself," is Curt's summary. "He must always remember he is a parent." Such is an evening spent with the Curt Masseys: informal, warmly, friendly, musical, anedcotal, altogether delightful. No wonder their invitations are swiftly and gratefully accepted. BROTHERHOOD WEEK FEBRUARY 18-25, 1951 Sponsored by The National Conference of Christians and Jews It is through fraternity that liberty is saved. —Victor Hugo