"Un Gros Gar

"Un Gros Garc,on!"

At 3:25 o'clock one morning last week the world's most amazing mother, Mrs. Oliva Dionne, was safely and uneventfully delivered of her twelfth child, her fourth son. On the previous afternoon she received a journalist with reluctance saying: "Having a child is such a personal, such a sacred thing. That's why I can hardly bear to talk for publication about the event before it happens. That's why I have been a shut-in for so long. You have been here five weeks, and you have seen for yourself how tourist cars lined the driveway between our house and the hospital where my quintuplet daughters continue to be a daily and Sunday tourist attraction. "

Why. only last Saturday I heard there were nearly 3,000 people here to see the children. So--how could I venture out? I felt like a prisoner.

But very soon now the baby will be here. And before long we can both go out in the back yard and hide behind that 8-ft. fence Oliva has had built in order that we may all have at least a little backyard privacy."

Quintuplet-Deliverer Dr. Alan Roy Dafoe and the original Dionne midwives were not called in for last week's proceedings because of their association in Mr. and Mrs. Dionne's mind with the hated Ontario Government which tore the Quintuplets from their poor home, made them the luxurious handmaidens of science and official wards of the King. Beamed new Deliverer Dr. Ildor Joyal of North Bay: "Un gros garc,on! A real bouncer! A really strong and healthy baby, messieurs! Nor have I ever seen a more radiant and joyful mother."

Cried Mr. Dionne: "My wife is glad this baby came alone. Elzire's babies should come one by one. Her normal life has been so upset and changed by the birth of the Quintuplets. My new son looks very much like the Quints, but he is much bigger (8 lb.). He's a fine healthy boy with brown eyes and dark hair. Elzire believes a child is the gift of God. The Ontario Government doesn't give her much credit for anything! She believes God intends her to endure the pains and she lets God's will be done."

Jumping into their cars, myriads of Dionne fans streaked for Callander, Ontario, last week, entered it beneath a triumphal arch, read strange signs, nosed around in vain for a peek at Joseph Robert Telesphore Dionne.

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