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A love letter to lonely hearts ads

A love letter to lonely hearts ads

Spectator12-06-2025

Published in Britain for at least 330 years, lonely hearts ads are now a rare sight – driven to the brink of extinction by the rise of dating apps.
This is a pity. 'The personals' were a voyeuristic delight. Even if you weren't looking for love, you still read them. They could be tragic, comic, or both – like this one placed in an 1832 edition of the Dorset County Chronicle: 'My wife has been dead 12 months ago, last Shroton Fair. I want a good steady woman for a wife. I do not want a second family. I want a woman to look after the pigs while I am out at work.'
His was a straightforward request, clearly stated. But quite often the ads were keyholes through which whole melodramas might be glimpsed. In 1788, the Hibernian Telegraph carried an ad placed by an elderly man who wished to marry 'a healthy pregnant widow' in order, he went on to explain, to disinherit a nephew who had behaved 'in a manner unpardonable'.
But whatever an individual's situation, the goal was the same: to find the right person. Today's apps do this by means of filters via which you can choose age, height, income, etc. No doubt this is effective in its way.
Anyone, though, can fill in an online form and let the algorithm do its work. The harder task for the writer of a printed ad was to distil their hopes and dreams into just a few lines. Some of the most entertaining lonely hearts are those which, instead of merely claiming a 'GSOH', actually have a go at displaying one, as in: 'Good looking, athletic, movie star millionaire seeks gullible stunner.'
Publications naturally attracted ads formed in their own image, so the 'Eye Love' column in Private Eye, for example, tended to specialise in the pithy: 'Have penis – will travel.' (That was the whole ad.) Another ended: 'No vicious spinsters!' There was a whole sub-genre of humorous personals that riffed on the idea that, if you needed to place an ad at all, you must be a hopeless loser: 'Tell me I'm pretty, then watch me cling,' warned one woman in the London Review of Books.
As Francesca Beauman points out in her history of the lonely heart, Shapely Ankle Preferr'd, publishers were well aware of how entertaining lonely hearts could be. She suggests that the man who, in 1786, advertised in the Times for a female companion to help him with 'an incurable weakness in the knees occasioned by the kick of an Ostrich' may have been made up by editors to keep the readership entertained. The fact that personal ads sold papers was also not lost on the lady who later asked in hers: 'Why are we writing magazine copy for them?'
While many lonely hearts amused, others reflected the desperate times in which they were written. This 1915 ad still has the power to shock: 'Lady, fiancé killed, will gladly marry officer totally blinded or otherwise incapacitated by the War.'
Discussing this ad in a letter to her fiancé, Vera Brittain speculated that the woman did 'not want to face the dreariness of an unattached old-maidenhood'. But then, the ad was not meant for her. Suitable gentlemen might have discerned other motives at play, including a noble sense of Christian or patriotic duty, sympathy, or simple niceness.
Brittain wondered if the lady received any replies. My guess is she got a sackful.

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The first rule is to forget your past life: Ukrainian marine tells of his three years of torment in Russian captivity
The first rule is to forget your past life: Ukrainian marine tells of his three years of torment in Russian captivity

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The first rule is to forget your past life: Ukrainian marine tells of his three years of torment in Russian captivity

Despite all they have endured, it doesn't take much to draw shy smiles from Diana Shikot, 24, and Dmytro Chorny, 23. You could ask them about Chorny's sweetly bungled marriage proposal the day after his release from Russia's notorious penitentiary system, in which he languished as a prisoner of war for three years. The proposal was made in their home town, Kropyvnytskyi, in central Ukraine, eight weeks ago. It was here where they first started to date when the then 16-year-old Shikot asked Chorny, 15, to walk her home. Chorny had a whole speech prepared but in the moment – with his friends and prospective mother-in-law looking on – he was overcome, barely managing to get out 'Will you marry me?' as he got down on one knee. Or you might ask about the love letters – there were hundreds of them – that Shikot sent week in week out, stubbornly ignoring the lack of replies. None got through to Chorny in the first two years but when a prison guard handed him a folded piece of paper a few months ago he could make out the outline of a heart even before he opened it. His face ran with tears as he stood silently among the others in the cell, all in their blue boiler-suit prison uniforms. Shikot and Chorny, who married last Saturday, are all smiles today. Shikot says that Chorny is the same man who left her as a 19-year-old on 1 January 2022 to continue his military training as a driver in the marines. 'He's not changed to me,' she said. That is difficult to believe. Three psychologists have worked with Chorny since his return. With limited success so far, he admitted. More than 5,000 Ukrainians have been released from Russian captivity under swap agreements since February 2022 and for all the joy and relief that this has brought, the impact of captivity on the mental health of these often young men and women can be profound. Chorny feels anger bubbling up inside him sometimes. A trigger came when a shop assistant refused to respond to him when he spoke Russian, the language in which he feels most comfortable. 'I held it in but I get angry because I was there, and you are sitting here,' he said. 'And why the hell are you going to tell me what language to speak?' Then there is the anxiety triggered by any sound that resembles that of an aeroplane. And he is, at times, still irrationally jealous of Shikot's time with others. That jealousy began between the beatings in the Russian cell when he considered what he had lost and obsessively thought about how Shikot must surely have moved on. She had instead been campaigning hard for his release, joining public demonstrations every week, writing to anyone who would listen and lobbying the Russian authorities for word of his health. Chorny joined the marines in late 2021 after deciding that his initial idea of a law career was not for him. 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'We were beaten again as we ran, with rubber batons with spikes and electric shockers,' he said. Chorny was put in the star position and interrogated. They wanted him to admit to firing on civilians or stealing from them. 'And if they didn't get the right answer, there were more beatings,' he said. He was housed in a barracks with 70 other men. They had to stand all day and were given pieces of paper on which were printed the Russian national anthem and the Soviet-era song Katyusha, to learn by heart. Those who failed were hit at the knees. Others were bitten by guard dogs let off the leash. They were filmed singing the Russian songs but banned from talking. The only distraction was schoolbooks on Russian literature on which they were randomly tested at mealtimes. After a few weeks Chorny was moved to a punishment cell. And in a cell he stayed – for three years. Then there were the interrogations. 'It was not a questioning process, it was torture,' Chorny said. 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Some felt so guilty at this that they smashed glass in the windows to cut their wrists, Chorny said. Their colleagues rushed to their aid. Each man had his own way of dealing with the pressure. Chorny dried out a few chicken bones from his lunchtime soup and whittled them down to become sewing needles. These he used to tighten his prison trousers around his withering frame. He also tried hard to avoid thinking of home, to dispense with any hope of release. On two occasions, when Russia's human rights ombudsman was visiting, he was allowed to write letters to his grandparents. But the words were scripted: 'I'm good, they are feeding me well, I have good treatment.' He was able to add that he wished to 'say hello to my beloved princess Diana, I love her very much. Let her remember me and know about me.' Shortly before his release, Chorny was also allowed to take part in a six-minute video call with Shikot. 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A love letter to lonely hearts ads
A love letter to lonely hearts ads

Spectator

time12-06-2025

  • Spectator

A love letter to lonely hearts ads

Published in Britain for at least 330 years, lonely hearts ads are now a rare sight – driven to the brink of extinction by the rise of dating apps. This is a pity. 'The personals' were a voyeuristic delight. Even if you weren't looking for love, you still read them. They could be tragic, comic, or both – like this one placed in an 1832 edition of the Dorset County Chronicle: 'My wife has been dead 12 months ago, last Shroton Fair. I want a good steady woman for a wife. I do not want a second family. I want a woman to look after the pigs while I am out at work.' His was a straightforward request, clearly stated. But quite often the ads were keyholes through which whole melodramas might be glimpsed. In 1788, the Hibernian Telegraph carried an ad placed by an elderly man who wished to marry 'a healthy pregnant widow' in order, he went on to explain, to disinherit a nephew who had behaved 'in a manner unpardonable'. But whatever an individual's situation, the goal was the same: to find the right person. Today's apps do this by means of filters via which you can choose age, height, income, etc. No doubt this is effective in its way. Anyone, though, can fill in an online form and let the algorithm do its work. The harder task for the writer of a printed ad was to distil their hopes and dreams into just a few lines. Some of the most entertaining lonely hearts are those which, instead of merely claiming a 'GSOH', actually have a go at displaying one, as in: 'Good looking, athletic, movie star millionaire seeks gullible stunner.' Publications naturally attracted ads formed in their own image, so the 'Eye Love' column in Private Eye, for example, tended to specialise in the pithy: 'Have penis – will travel.' (That was the whole ad.) Another ended: 'No vicious spinsters!' There was a whole sub-genre of humorous personals that riffed on the idea that, if you needed to place an ad at all, you must be a hopeless loser: 'Tell me I'm pretty, then watch me cling,' warned one woman in the London Review of Books. As Francesca Beauman points out in her history of the lonely heart, Shapely Ankle Preferr'd, publishers were well aware of how entertaining lonely hearts could be. She suggests that the man who, in 1786, advertised in the Times for a female companion to help him with 'an incurable weakness in the knees occasioned by the kick of an Ostrich' may have been made up by editors to keep the readership entertained. The fact that personal ads sold papers was also not lost on the lady who later asked in hers: 'Why are we writing magazine copy for them?' While many lonely hearts amused, others reflected the desperate times in which they were written. This 1915 ad still has the power to shock: 'Lady, fiancé killed, will gladly marry officer totally blinded or otherwise incapacitated by the War.' Discussing this ad in a letter to her fiancé, Vera Brittain speculated that the woman did 'not want to face the dreariness of an unattached old-maidenhood'. But then, the ad was not meant for her. Suitable gentlemen might have discerned other motives at play, including a noble sense of Christian or patriotic duty, sympathy, or simple niceness. Brittain wondered if the lady received any replies. My guess is she got a sackful.

Russia-Ukraine war live: Kyiv under drone assault after Russia vowed to retaliate for attack on bombers
Russia-Ukraine war live: Kyiv under drone assault after Russia vowed to retaliate for attack on bombers

The Guardian

time06-06-2025

  • The Guardian

Russia-Ukraine war live: Kyiv under drone assault after Russia vowed to retaliate for attack on bombers

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