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LÖGBERG, FIMMTUDAGINN 23. MAÍ 1957
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AHLSAMAL
LVENNA
Ritstjóri: INGIBJÖRG JÓNSSON
Forseti blaðakvenno
Á ársfundi blaðakvenna í
Winnipeg (Canadian Women’s
Press Club, Winnipeg branch),
sem haldinn var á þriðjudag-
inn í fyrri viku var Miss
Caroline Gunnarsson kosin
forseti deildarinnar.
Þessi ágæta íslenzka blaða-
kona er af austfirzkum ættum,
fædd að Höfðahúsum í Fá-
skrúðsfirði í Suðurmúlasýslu;
Foreldrar hennar voru Gunn-
ar Gunnarsson og Gróa
Magnúsdóttir. Carolína flutt-
ist ung með foreldrum sínum
og systkirium til Canada, og
settist fjölskyldan að í Þing-
vallabyggð nálægt Church-
bridge, Sask.
Snemma bar á því að Calo-
lína var gefin fyrir að semja
sögur og yrkja kvæði og birt-
ist fyrsta saga hennar í Free
Press, Magazine section, en
ljóð hennar í Lögbergi.
Hún gekk í herdeild kvenna,
og var í Ottawa þrjú síðustu
styrjaldarárin sem ritstjóri
Canadian Women Army
Corp. Newsletter. Að stríðinu
loknu var hún fréttaritstjóri
fyrir Shawnavon Standard í
Saskatchewan í 3 ár, og nú
síðastliðin 5 ár ritstjóri
kvennadálka vikublaðsins
Free Press Weekly, en það
blað nýtur, sem kunnugt er,
afarmikillar útbreiðslu, «og
ræður aðeins það fólk í þjón-
ustu sína, sem býr yfir ágæt-
um rithæfileikum.
Ég leyfi mér að endurprenta
stutta grein eftir Carolínu úr
Free Press Weekly:
Miss Caroline Gunnarsson
one-woman commission for
United Nations.
The little grey bird and the
plump grey squirrels are in
the wrong, too, of course. If
they had the education to fear
a natural enemy they could
start a war of nerves, at least.
The cat seems to give no
cause, but that’s no excuse for
not being scared of him.
I have never heard such a
noisy courtship as the one car-
ried on by those squirrels.
Their clicking tongues slap
against that poor cat’s ear-
drums all day long when he
should have it quiet. If he dug
a claw ever so gently into one
of them, it might still their
chatter while they licked the
wound. But nothing gives. The
patriarch of the back fence
just sits and washes his face.
When he can’t take it any
longer he yawns, stretches
and walks off into the alley
with leisurely grace.
But at night he sometimes
comes back to the fence to
stage his awful operas. That’s
when I really wonder about
integrity of the little grey
bird. I can’t believe he«sleeps
through the concerts any
more than I do. So why
doesn’t he dig his own sharp
little beak into Mr. Cat’s
hunches while he concen-
trates ón serenading the
moon. Either that or get the
musicians’ union after him.
Surely, the two don’t belong
to the same union. If so, the
standard of popular music
has fallen pretty low in the
animal world, too.
Anyway, though their an-
cestors may have had sharp
pultural differences, these
seem to be no stumbling block
to perfect peace between the
grey cat and the grey bird
who share the grey board
fence outside my kitchen
window.
I don’t think the cat would
raise a claw to the bird for
picking at him, anyway. Farm
cats seem to have no taste for
baby chicks or sloæ, clumsy
little ducklings, and I’ve seen
a cheeky bud^ie get away
with picking at a cat’s nose
until it must have hurt. The
cat just shook off the little
pest and ran away to a new
hiding place for peace and
quiet.
Cats don’t go for easy pray.
They like the chase and the
challenge. Little fearless birds
and squirrels who sit and
wait to be gpbbled up don’t
tempt cats. Their hunger is
for the chase and the battle
more than the food.
That’s what I think, any-
way, but I don’t believe the
grey squirrels or little grey
bird have even taken the
trouble to psychologically
analyze the old grey cat on
the grey board fence. I think
they just take his harmless-
ness for granted and theirs is
the fearlessness of ignorant
faith. He wbn’t bite because
he never has.
There’s the color element,
too. There isn’t the eye-catch-
ing difference in creatures
who all come in about the
same compromising grey
shade. Could be there’s a cer-
tain absence of provocative
contrast in a community of
grey squirrels, a grey bird and
a grey cat on a grey board
fence.
Maybe what we need for
world peace is a mass treat-
ment of some sort to make us
all color blind.
—Caroline Gunnarsson
Góður gesiur
Hingað kom til borgarinnar "
síðastl. laugardag austan frá
Ottawa Mr. Leifur Hallgríms-
son, lögfræðingur, embættis-
maður tekjumálaráðuneytis-
ins, og dvelur hér hjá foreldr-
um sínum, Mr. og Mrs. T. L.
Hallgrímsson 805 Garfield St.
fram yfir vikulokin.
Kaupið Lögberg
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NOTICE
The Conference of The Western Alliance of Unitarian
and other Liberal Christian women, will be held June
6-7 1957, in The Federated Church Sargent and Banning
Winnipeg, Man.
Conference will be opened Friday June 6, at 9.30 a.m.,
with an address by the President, followed by reports
and general business. Lunch will be served in the
church parlors at 12 noon. Afternoon session at 2 p.m.,
speaker to be announced. This will be followed by an
excursion of Delegates through the city. That evening
Friday June 6, the Conference will give a public concert
in the church. Programme to be announced later.
Saturday June 7 meeting starts at 9.30 a.m.
Honorary members announced.
Unfinished business taken up.
\
Lunchéon served at 12 noon. — Delegates are
expected from Gimli, Árborg, Lundar, Piney, Oak
Point, Riverton, Wynyard (2), Winnipeg (3), Regina,
Sask. and Eldmonton, Alta.
May 20, 1957. |
MRS. S. E. BJORNSON, President
MRS. G. S. EYRIKSON, Cor. Sec.
THE GREY CAT ON THE
GREY FENCE
It never occurred to me to
question the conduct of the
gíey cat who roosts onthegrey
grey cat who roosts on the
grey board fence outside my
kitchen window. I never
thought to wonder about him
until I mentioned the strange
backyard colony in this
column last week.
But is it proper for him to
be so unconventional? Should
a shabby grey cat so defy tra-
dition and popular opinion
as to peacefully share a grey
board fence with a pair of
ohattering grey squirrels and
a smug grey bird? Isn’t a cat
supposed to be a cat, and
what’s this world coming to
when a scarred old alley cat
with lumpy fur doesn’t even
bestir himself to scare squir-
rels and birds off a back fence
where he ought to be undis-
puted ruler of the roost?
If I could answer that one I
would feel qualified to sit on a
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