RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume C, Issue 29627, 25 September 1961, Page 17

RANDOM REMINDER

Man, looking at himself in the mirror each morning, sees a square-jawed, resolute and resourceful creature, carrying on his broad, well-muscled shoulders the lives and destinies of the several members of his family. A willing warrior, fierce at football, knowledgeable, accomplished, polished in fact, if one might permit one’s lather-covered face a slight smile of satisfaction, an entirely admirable fellow. Note these rippling muscles. But what happens when this superb blend of Hercules, D’Artagnan, Horatius and Danny Kaye catches a cold? He stays in bed and all hell is let loose. He demands >

WINTER’S TALE.

the service of the Savoy, because he is under the firm conviction that his days are numbered. He refuses a doctor, on the grounds there is nothing he could do. His wife is sent out shivering into the driving southerly rain to walk to the shops it never occurred to her man to teach her to drive to play havoc with the housekeeping money in search of the almost unprocurable delicacies be demands. And she is told to hurry back, because he doesn’t feel too good. It is even worse when he gets tired of bed and decides to sit by the fire. The flames either fail to warm him, or they make him too hot His wife has to tip-toe about the house, because of his

nervous exhaustion not an easy exercise, when she has to restore order to a home wrecked regularly by her family. And what happens when she nears the end of the day, with the dinner safely on, the whole place ready for a military inspection? She steals in to the fireside, carrying afternoon tea designed to please a gourmet. In his dressing gown, he is dozing in his voluptuous armchair. She coughs discreetly. Her hero, victor in a dozen Hereford street skirmishes, scorer of the vital try in his last school match, and between those times the scourge of the Nazis, shrieks out a blasphemous accusation of having the life frightened out of him.