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Show I " " 1 1 i ! Kathleen Norris Says: Any W oman Can Learn tlie Secret IBelJ Syndicate WNU Service.) Cameras snapping in her face wherever she goes are not reality. She loves them, of course, and when they stop she suffers agonies of jealousy. No matter how young, beautiful, rich, successful a woman is, sooner or later she has to find content where YOU find it. In her own soul. SECRET OF HAPPINESS Glory and fame appear to make some women intensely happy, but Kathleen Norris points out that this happiness is short lived. She believes that a woman can find genuine, lasting last-ing content only in her own soul. Miss Norris advises women to live a normal life and develop natural interests; in-terests; then they'll be far happier than the lonesome heiress who is surrounded by a lot of parasitic playmates. natural course of marriage and motherhood, and they find glory and money rather poor pickings in the end. And the merely rich women! The glamour girls who have donenothing to earn their luxury and power, their yachts and Palm Beach mansions, their furs and jewels what a sad mess THEY make of it! Within a few years of the time when you went around all morning wishing you were in Gloria Millions place, Gloria is haggardly facing a second divorce, supporting a flattering flatter-ing circle of titled European hangers-on, and telling the whole world By KATHLEEN NORRIS BE A contented woman. So few women are content! con-tent! This advice is not for the thirties. Not for the forties. These years are full of hope and changes and potentialities po-tentialities and excitements. The most thoroughly disappointed disap-pointed and bored and disillusioned disil-lusioned wife of 34 may still feel that a complete change of circumstances may take place any day. Jim might get a promotion with a big raise. Or some unsuspected un-suspected uncle might leave them a tidy fortune. Or they might have to move to Rio, on 10 days notice. Or the talent scouts might seize upon the baby, who is 10 times as fascinating as any baby star on the screen. Life holds thrills. A new hat a new hair-do, is a thrill. Just meeting meet-ing a courteous new man is a thrill. that she will fight for the custody of her child. Whereas you, if you've played your cards wisely, are the adored mother of two brown tall Indians of children who are dancing about because it's Saturday, and Mom is taking Jim and Mary and the Simmons Sim-mons children off to the beach for the day. Or you're absorbed in your garden; gar-den; there's no heartache cure like a garden. You've decided to have 10 nave someone suggest a delightful delight-ful job opens up new trains of thought. A hundred a month, and a summer vacation free, for just being hostess at a big mountain hotel. A New Cycle Begins. All this ends at about 45. No use fooling about it, it comes to an end. No more -men are going to fall in love with you. No new hat is going to do for you what that $1.98 hat did 20 years ago. Jim isn't going go-ing to be raised, promoted, sent to an exciting post. He's there, stout and middle-aged and comfortable and quite satisfied to go on living. The children have passed the absorbing ab-sorbing and dependent stages; they need teeth bands and corrective shoes and plenty of school help, but there is little in that to satisfy the woman who has been dreaming all her life of achievements, of fame, wealth, glory, success. If you are one of those women, harness your dreams. Or better still, wake up and try to appreciate one important fact. This is the fact No matter how young, beautiful, rich, successful a woman is, sooner or later she has to find content exactly where you can find it. In her own soul. What Price Fame. Of course she likes the excitement of success, the flattery of her public, the brief, brief hours, in which her fame eclipses that of the next exquisitely ex-quisitely pretty and captivatins supper out-of-doors. You're trying for a prize contest on the air. Your Persian aristocrat has produced three delicious kittens. The baby next door has been loaned to you for his noon Pabulum and his afternoon after-noon nap. Jim is, thank goodness, going to be free for a three-day week-end next Friday. Mary is in first year French and it's perfectly amazing how your old grammar and you can help her. You've got to consider both sides of moving to that possible farm. Chickens and fruit and quiet and space against the commuting trip for Jim. All Possess Materials for Happiness. In short, you've mastered content. You've learned that to each one of us women in this life is meted out the materials for happiness; it is only our wisdom or stupidity in handling han-dling them that makes the difference. differ-ence. The successful writer, actress, heiress of course MAY be happy. But she has to be happy on exactly the same terms that are available to you. She has to have love, and a chance for service, and books and appetite and deep sleep. And often these are all sacrificed before she has discovered how perishable per-ishable is fame, how brief is youth, how little money can buy! While you are climbing up the scale to the forties and fifties, she is descending descend-ing to depths that you never knew. Face-lifting and cocktails and memories mem-ories of past splendors don't help her; nobody remembers and nobody cares. Develop what you have. The children, chil-dren, the back yard, the possible picnic and camping sites within reach, the libraries, the swimming beaches. Develop hobbies, activi-ties, activi-ties, interests. They don't spring into being full-grown. But you will be pleasantly surprised to see how fascinating they can become. Develop Jim, too. As you grow to be a contented middle-aged and someday old woman, take him along with you. Make the fifties happy years, and the sixties even better The woman who does that will soon find herself in a position to pity the very stars and glamour girls and celebrities that she is envying today And most important of all, develon yourself. Thy to achieve that peace of mmd which can only follow from a life well lived, because as eagerly as you are now looking ahead to . new thrills. ,n your old age you will I '00k back uPn the pleasures that I have been yours. woman. But those things last only hours or days, or months at most, and then the gnawing inner hunger for reality begins to fret her. Hollywood Holly-wood sets are not reality; cameras snapping in her face wherever she goes are not reality. She loves them, of course, and when they stop, when she is only yesterday's favorite, favor-ite, she suffers agonies of jealousy. And she knows all along that they are not real. She puts on a 540 apron and cooks in a picture-book kitchen. She adopts a baby, and is photographed with it. And all the time she is blindly reaching out for what you have; a man who needs her, a kitchen kitch-en in which she is queen; a small person to come stumbling to Mother. Moth-er. At 40 she has nothing left. The booking agencies in New York, the casting offices of Hollywood are filled with unemployed, wistful women wom-en who were stars a few years ago. Their sugar-frosting dream is over. The bubble has burst And then, unless they have something very real with which to go on; family ties, the right to love and service, they are dreary derelicts for life! The lives of very few elderly actresses are lifted out of tragedy. Content Is Secret of Happiness. Even highly successful professional profession-al women don't go on to happy mid-die mid-die life unless they've discovered the secret of content. Too often young fame distracts them from the |