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COURAGEOUS—Two-year-old Carol Frances Woodward, boih
her arms amputated, solemnly plays with her toy clog in a
hospital. Carol's arms were amputated after she fell beneath
a moving train. The courageous girls spends endless , hours'
playing with her constant companion, the toy dog. -
in a bowl, Cut in butter until,
crumbly. Press half the mixture
into a greased V by 8" by 2"
baking dish, Combine cranberry
saute and oranges; spread over
mixture in the dish. Top, with
rest of oatmeal mixture. Bake
in a moderate oven, 350 ° F., 45
minutes. Cut into squares and
serve with whipped cream.
Makes nine 3" squares,
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MACAROON PEACHES
4 to 6 servings
Bake in moderately low oven,
325° F„ 15 to 20 minutes.
1 large can peach halves,
drained
let cup peach syrup
542 teaspoon almond extract
2 tablespoons brown sugar
1 cup macaroon crumbs
(about 4)
3 tablespoons butter
Place peach• halves, cut side
up, in a shallow 9" baking dish.
Cornbine peach syrup and alm-
ond extract; pour over peaches.
Mix brown sugar with maca-
roon crumbs; spoon mixture
into peach halves. Dot with but-
ter, Bale as directed until crisp
and hewn. (Put in oven with
cheese pudding,) Serve hot with
thin' cream if desired.
IRREGULAR
•
At an alumni meeting of Pub-
lic School 14, a member of the
class? His family was poor as
affluent, reminsced, "Do you fel-
lows remember a skinny little
shaver named Hughes from our
clas? His family was poor as
church mice, but he had an in-
stinctive business sense, and we
all just knew he'd make the
grade. I ran into Hughes the
other day. When he got out of
the. Army in World 'War I, he
bought himself an old push-cart
and began buying and selling
old bones, bottles, and rags. And
what do you think Hughes is
worth today?" Some guessed
$100,000, some a million. "You're
all wrong," chuckled the alum-
nus. "Hughes isn't worth a Con-
federate nickel. In fact, he never
even paid for the push-cart."
When Hans Stockinet' preposed
to pretty Trudy May recently,
she asked about his safety fac-
tor before saying "Yes." Berlin's
most acident-prone man and
woman, they decided to get mar-
ried,. But Tru0 wore only a
knee-length bridki gown in case
she should trip atthe altar steps!
As a hospital purse, Trudy
came unscathed .through three
explosions in' the operating
theatre, was unharmed when
she drank poison, by mistake,
was run over by an ambulance
without being bruised --, yet
broke an arm W4ert she fell"out
of bed.
Hans had, been rain over four
times and had twice been knock-
ed, out when:, walls toppled just
as he was passing, But since his
marriage he has proved so ac-
cident-free that insurance asses-
sors have clecideorto accept, him.
Hoiv's your safety factor? Scien-
tists say that. some people be,
come .infected by accidents arid,
without knowing it, are after 7
wards more liable to accidents,
than others. Dr. Ron MacKeith,
of Guy's Hospital, disclosed re-
cently that a transport company
had, transferred ita accident
prone drivers to other jobs and
so reduced' aceidents to one-
fifth of what they„had been.
Yet scientists find, too, that
the accident-prone- ;also seem to
develop immunity• against in-
jury sand, in fact, often seem to
have nine lives.
Take Nicholas. Alkemade who
was on TV not long ago to tell
of his miraculous escapes. Dur-
ing the war he.jurtiped,31/2 miles
to earth from a blazing bomber
without a parachute, and landed
safely in a snow drift.
, Standing in a factory doorway,
a half-hundredweight of iron
fell on him and he was only
bruised. While siphoning sul-
phuric acid the tube burst and
he was drenched. But he had
the presence of mind to neutra-
lize the acid with another chemi-
cal.
When handling electrical ap-
paratus that short-circuited, he
was knocked out by shock. He
ought to have been fatally elec-
trocuted — but it was the one
day of the week he was wear-
ing rubber shoes!
Nicholas has know taken a
safer job ... selling accident in-
surance.
One man recently proved so
accident-free that he couldn't get
hurt even when he tried to kill
himself. He took. 200 sleeping
tablets, but tripped and coughed
them all up. He smashed a bottle
and tried to cut his wrists but
failed because the cutting edge
was too blunt. When he tried to
drive his car off a bridge the
wheels stuck in a ditch . . . and
when he set fire to his house
the neighbours smelt smoke in
time.
But the world record for im-
munity is held by a Portuguese
named Hyacinte Figueira, who
has so far had 320 accidents. He
estimates that he has Spent
twenty-five of his forty-five
years in hospital recovering from
accidents.
On one occasion, when his
house caught fire, he was swept
out of a second-floor window
by the force of a fire hose and
landed on the cobbles, fractur-
ing his skull. His only road ac-
cident was when he sat as a
passenger in a stationary car
and a lorry smashed into it.
Amid his narrow shaves, Hya-
cinte shaves himself — and has
done so ever since a cat scratch-
ed a barber while he was in the
chair and the keen razor nearly
sliced off Hyacinte's ear.
THE LAST SPIKE
WELL-STACKED—The pile of ce-
ment block that Norton McIn-
tyre is about to work on, of
course. Petite Ann Davis is in
the picture to emphasize that
Norm is six feet, nine inches
tall and billed as the nation's
tallest mason. All this construc-
tion effort just to let you know
that Miami will soon have a
new hotel on this site.
Here are some recipes for
luncheon dishes Of the heartier
variety which have the •advan-
tage of speedy preparation, I'm
sure you and your folks will en-
joy them thoroughly,.
E A Q uT gRh l y; Z NI
4 To 6 Servings
Bake in moderate oven, 350*
Fs 30 min.
1 101,4-ounce can cream of
mushroom soup
3/4 cup Milli
1 teaspeon prepared horse-
radish
cup shredded sharp Cana-
dian cheese
1 cup OA pound) baked ham,
cut in strips
1„'f,:, 8-ounce, package spaghetti,
cooked'
2, tablespoons chopped parsley
1 3 or 4-Ounce can sliced
mushrooms
1,41 cup bread stuffing
2 tablespoons bid*, melted
Blend soup and 'milk until
smooth, A cl,c1,. horse - redists,
cheese, ham, spaghetti, parsley
and musliroosna with liquid.
Pour into a 1-quart casserole.
Top with stuffing, mixed with
butter. Bake.
DEi1:l4C
CHEESE
8 s iCsd4-o1'b:"c removed
1 4;1i-ounce can, deviled ham,
1/2 pound (2 cups) shredded
sharp Canadian cheese
3 eggs, slightly beaten
2 cups' milk
Spread each slice of bread
with ham. Lay 4 slices in the
bottom of a greased 8" by 8" by
2" baking dish. Sprinkle with
half the cheese. Use the remain-
der of the bread and cheese to
make a second layer. Combine
eggs and milk; pour over layers
in baking dish. Let stand 15
minutes. Bake in a moderately
low oven, 325° F., 1 hour. Serve
immediately, while hot and
puffy. Makes 4 to 6 servings.
VEGETABLE MEAT SOUP
4 To 6 Servings
1 small onion, sliced
1 tablespoon butter
1 ,l-pound can meat balls
1 20-ounce can (21/2 cups)
tomatoes
21/2 cups water
cup cooked, canned julienne
carrots
14 cup uncooked rice
staaube
leespoon Worcestershire
1 bay leaf
2 teaspoons salt
Fry onion in butter in deep
saucepan. Add meat balls with
liquid; stir in rest of ingredients;
Simmer, covered, 25 minutes, or
until rice is tender. Serve with
Parmesan Rolls, vegetable -rel-
ishes and Cranberry - Orange
Squares.
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PARMESAN CHILI ROLLS
makes 6
Bake in a hot oven, 400° FS,
5 minutes.
6 tablespoons Parmesan
cheese
'IA teaspoon chili powder
3/4 cup 'mayonnaise
6 large round crusty rolls
Mix cheese, chili and rnayon-
naise. Make 2 crisscross gashes
in tops of rolls. Spread filling
generously between cuts: Bake
as directed. Serve hot with soup.
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CRANBERRY-ORANGE
SQUARES
1 cup .quick-cooking oats
4 tablespoonsrd grated orange in
lA cup all-purpose flour
1 cup brownsugar, firmly
cup butter
1 1-pound can whole cran-
berry sauce
cup freshorange sections,
cup heavy cream, whipped
and sweetened.
Mix oats, rind, flour and sugar
boarding Scheel. They attended
different Schools, and, alone,
Audrey again turned to batiks,
her best friends. She read every
book on the, "suggested reading
list," not just the minimum re-
quirements. And she, decided
that she would be a newspaper
woman. It was all set. She
would go to college—she even
passed her entrance exams for.
Smith College — and then go
and get a job on a newspaper
somewhere.
But Jayne had other ideas—
and Jayne, two years older and
by nature an extrovert, was
Audrey's idol,
"Jayne decided we would
both be actresses," Audrey says.
"I never even spent a day at
college. It's funny how many
ministers' children become ac-
tors. I think I know why—from
earliest childhood, we were on
display. We always had visitors
or went calling, and we always
had to trot out our best man-
ners and, in a way, perfotm.
I think we got a taste of 'ap-
pearing before the public, on a
very small scale, while we were
young. So it was unnatural for
us to be afraid of acting."
But she was still shy and the
thought of auditioning at first
scared her. Big sister Jayne
got around her on that score,
too, however. She suggested
that Audrey auition for sing-
ing parts; she knew Audrey
had a lovely voice and liked
singing. She'd sung in choirs
and small vocal groups, writes
Dick Kleiner in "Better Liv-
ing."
So the two sisters set out for
a career on the stage. Their
parents, far from the storied
straight-laced ministerial pro-
totypes, encouraged them. Her
father even drove them to New
York—by then, he was preach-
ing in Sharon, Connecticut—
and waited while they audition-
ed then drove them home again,
They got no jobs, so they de-
cided they'd have to move to
New York, to be closer to the
scene' of action, if they Wanted
to succeed. So with parental
permission, they packed their
bags and moved into the first
of a series, of aparttrients in
Manhattan. The first one was
a far cry from the sumptuous,
pink-and-white East Side apart-
ment which Audrey now occu-
pies. (Jayne recently broke up
the sister act by marrying Steve.
Allen.)
At one point they lived in the
famed Rehearsal Club, where
Margaret Sullavan and Martha
Scott and many other theatre
greats lived while waiting for
the big break.
Jayne was the one with tal-
ent. Everybody said so. Now
that they've both arrived, their
old friends from the Rehearsal
Club days like to recall how
they used to shake their heads
about poor Jayne, saddled with
that mousey kid sister. They
said little Audrey had no talent
—oh, she could sing, but so shy!
How would she ever get any-
where?
. They reckoned without Jay-
ne's determination — and Au-
drey'e natural charm and tal-
ent. Jayne read about an audi-
tion for singers at the Paper
Mill Playhouse, in New Jersey,
This, she figured, was the place
for Audrey. Audrey, as always,
agreed.
Jayne produced her best,
going-out dress — a beautiful
black creation, with long, zip-
pered sleeves and a gathered
waist. Audrey put it on and
took the train to the theatre.
It rained. Hard. Audrey didn't
know whefe the taxis were, so
she walked to the theatre—and
got soaked.
"When I got there," Audrey
remembers, "there were dozens
of girls waiting, I couldn't un-
derstand how they had stayed
so dry. But I just sat down and.
The day before the 1954 Ems
VeYs were awarded by the Aced,
11,)y Of Television Arts and
ciences, Audrey Meadows was
stopped. by Stanley Pons, assists
ant director of Jackie Gleasen's
show.
"Oh, Audrey," he said casual-
ly, "we have something for
Fon."
He led her to a desk, pulled
open a drawer and produced a
small gold statuette, It looked
Almost exactly like an Oscar.
"We haven't had a chance to
have it engraved yet," he said.
"But we all wanted you to
know we think you should get
an. Emmy and just in case you
don't, this is our award to the
gal we think is the best actress
on TV,"
Today this gold statuette has
a place of honor on a bookshelf
in Audrey Meadow's bedroom.
It stands close to the Emmy she
received as TV's outstanding
supporting actress.' There are
other mementos scattered
around the room—a gold cup
she won in a mambo contest
at El Morocco, her Sylvania
award (a clock which. inciden-
tally, keeps perfect time) for
"most outstanding female per-
formance in T V," a small
mounted motto reading "Three
elephants are always better
than one. Jackie Gleason"—
and many more. They all tes-
tify to the talent and popular-
ity of the tall, pretty redhead.
But it wasn't always so. She is
a self-confessed ex-shrinking
violet. She was "painfully shy,"
she says, and it took many
years and many people to con-
vert the introverted little girl
who never spoke to anyone out-
side her immediate family into
the popular belle-of-TV that is
Audrey Meadows today.
To reconstruct the Case of
the Ex-Shrinking Violet, we
must go first to Wuchang,
China, where Audrey's father
was an Episcopal missionary.
Audrey, her sister Jayne and
brothers were all born there,
though Audrey, the youngest,
remembers little of life in
Wuchang. "Just the things a
five-year-old would remember,"
she says. "I remember the
dragon parade and I remember
we'd go up to the mountains
for the summer. I imagine that
was beautiful, but all I remem-
ber is that when you hit some-
body with a-morning glory they
got a blue stain where you hit
them."
When Audrey was five the
family moved to Providence,
Rhode Island, where her father
took the pulpit of a church.
Soon after they arrived, little
Audrey fell through a skylight
and her left leg was horribly
cut.
"They were almost going to
amputate it at the knee," she
says. "But they managed to
save it. s De you see these
scars?" s
Aleng her shinbone are very
obvious 'long marks.
"They are one of the main
reasons I was so shy. You
know, children at that age
never want to be different. And
I was, because of my leg. If
We -went -to the beach in t he
summer, I had to smear salve
all over it and cover it with a
long white stocking. Well, you
know what the other kids did
about that. They'd come up to
me and say, 'What did ysu do
to your leg? I never went to
the beach."
For years the fear of being
teased about her scars hounded
her. As she ,kiew older, she
developed a habit .of sitting on
that leg But -when her, other
forms of shyness vanished, that
did too. Now she isn't a bit
self-conscious of that imperfec-
tion.
She and Jayne, in common
with many ministers' children,
got clerical scholarships to
pan for her,. -but she didn't
mind; she loves her part, her
show, her boss, her fellow
actors.
She says that working with
Jackie is "like sitting on the
edge .of a volcano, knowing it's
going to go off btit just 'sitting
there, fascinated," Things are
a little easier now that the
show is filmed. For the first
time since she joined Gleason,
she doesn't have to dread fran-
tic last-minute rehearsing. For
the first time, she has a little
time to herself.
She has many good uses for
the time, too. One of her bro-
thers has just moved into a new
home in suburban Westchester
and Audrey is having fun help-
ing him furnish it and get, set-
tled. The Meadows family is a
very close one. Both her. West-
chester brother and her Cali-
fornia brother are lawyers,
which, as Audrey says, is ideal
for legal services in both New
York and Hollywood. She is
still very friendly with Jayne,
too.
She now has a very busy so-
cial life. She has been called
"TV's Most Eligible Bachelor
Girl," which is pretty nearly
.true. Her date book rarely has
,a blank page — except for the
evenings she must devote to her
career. She dates some of the
most popular squires in New
York,
Actually, Audrey doesn't par-
ticularly like night - clubbing.
Nowadays she seldom goes, un-
less it is to see a performer
she admires. She prefers driv-
ing in the country, a good din-
ner, good conversation, the
theater.
The demands of her career
are very strenuous. She is help-
ed along by a large supply of
nervous energy. She is a mem-
ber of the clique—which also
includes sister Jayne and bro-
ther-in-law Steve Allen — that
constantly is called on for guest
shots on panels. She also ap-
pears on one, "The Name's The
Same," regularly. And there
are also the interviews, the
hairdressing appointments, the
costume fitting and all the
other necessary evils that • go
with being a female TV, star.
Last spring, too, she and Jayne
began a secondary career — re-
cording—which takes up time
in a different sort of way. She
must plug each record through
guest appearances with disc
jockeys in cities' around the
country and she must be on the
lookout for new songs.
She tries them out on the
tiny white piano in her living
room. Near it is a chair reserved
for two tremendous dolls. This
apartment, tastefully furnished
in modern blended with a
Chinese motif, is her refuge.
The living room is neat and
prder'ly, like e page from a de-
corating magatine. But the' bed-
room, with its books, awards,
a huge TV set and a desk, is
where she spends Most of her
time. It's a comfortable room,
and she likes comfort.
Here she loves 'to read—and
think, about the stories she
wants to write some day.• The
old journalism bug is still in-
side her and she says, "In my
Old age, I think I'll write a few
stories, I Want to Set down."
But that'll be a long time
coming. Both old age and spare
time are remote .for Audrey
MeadoWS, Arid so; thankfully,
is shyriest.
It was in Utah that the last
spike was driven in America's
first railroad to the Pacific —
at Promontory on May 10. 1869
— but history books have
spared us some of the less glain-
oroiss details. In the first place, 4
the Union Pacific Special from
the East was held up by floods
and arrived three days late..
Chinese laborers on the Central
Pacific and the Irishmen who
hb.ct, laid the tracks for the U.P,
amused themselves in the in-
terini by taking pot shots at one
another.: There were sorrie forty
including bile inno-
cent bystander from San Fran-
cisco. In the second place, the
ceremonies dragged on too long;
the crowd shivered in an icy
wirid, and drifted away before
the clirilek. In the third place,
goeyrnor Leland Stanfotd of
California, chosen to dritie in
the last golden spike (it was re-
moved immediately), lifted' his
head' on the badkaWirig, missed
'the spike entitelYi and felt on
his face in the nisi& An alert
telegrapher ,floWeVer, simulated
the biCiW' With his key;'and
Waiting ihtiltitutde, fin, both
bOaStas (including Wall Street)
Cheered the completion of the
fl rst transcontinental ,,failroad
/stlekilY for s‘Gdsteliter
Stanford television vigiS still
eighty years' away.
FORTIFIED Witk iii0U-,,Veterinarian James A. Mufflye
right's Uada his electromagnetic invent on to p osp...ct cot' sciTlis
iron this bossy' swailowed during her tat'adlti'q on the
Dale Spangler farm. Using d' throat,arid,sforricitli tubef alsci
of his iriVentions be, NtUffly fertioVed the tiardsVare with aid of -
a toodoottiod tlt.,vrtco, bweiet tporioleri lent, SW,da delighted'
with the. rgUedeaSfUl "StedpS dtiSsei
DOWN SOUTH
A native of the Ozarks Was
asked by a revenue agent, "Seen"
Your grandpappy lately?" The.
native' pointed, with his corn-
ebb pipe to an indistinct abject
' it the far end Of fits toniate
patch and ittiCt
,"See that'figger Over that TVS'
either' a tile ittiitti or gratidoati.-
jpje„ y6tif OYeS Om it. If it
trioveas it's a tree''stump,"
waited my turn. When it came,.
I gave my music to the conduc-
tor. I had my best songs on
top, but he was very gruff and
flipped through them until he
came to one called 'Intermezzo'
which was difficult and not a
good audition number at all."
She sang it" in that dripping
black dress, with her hair de
waved by the downpour and
her makeup streaked. The con-
ductor turned to her when she
finished and said, "Go outside
and up the back stairs to the
office and tell the girl. I said to
give you a contract."
She was hired at $35 a week.
It was her first acting job. The
next day she was raised to $45
and she was sure she was a big
star already. Yeats later she
asked the conductor, Al Evans,
why .he hired her.
"I'll tell you why if you tell
me whose dress that was you
were .wearing," he answered.
She told him it was her sister's.
"1 knew it wasn't yours," he
said. "That was one of the rea-
sons I hired you. I saw you
come in, looking like a drown-
ed rat, and I figured if you
could sing at all I'd hire you.
I could have hired any ones of
those other girls, but you look-
ed so pitiful, so wet, and I
figured you were either too
poor to afford a taxi or too
dumb to know .where' they
were, or both. And I watched
your face while I flipped
through your music, and you
didn't change a muscle. So I
figured I'd give you a break."
, Her deadpan expression—the
same . one left over from her
childhood shyneas—was altered
abruptly dusting her four-month
run at the Playhouse. The
dance director—she says he was
as mean as a man can be —
stopped her one day on the
train to the city.
"Don't you ever change your
expression?" he asked. "You
always look blank and stupid
and cold." And he walked
away.
She was hurt by his remark,
but thought about it. And she
realized that maybe he had
something there, So for the
run she practiced different ex-
pressions while she was singing
in the chorus. She would smile
and frown and look startled
and look shocked while sing-
ing her number. She figures
now she must have -looked pret-
ty silly, but it was good for her
career.
The last vestiges of her shy-
ness vanished completely with
her first job. After all, she was
a $45-a-week star, and who ever
heard of a shy star? She wasn't
what you'd call a life of the
party, but, she talked to pee/pie,
which was progress. Her good
looks,- natural comedy sense
and broad cultural background
made her easy to talk to, and
it wasn't long before the
shrinking violet had become
the outgoing rose.
Instead of dreading auditions
she began to like them. 'She'd
audition for parts that Weten't
exactly suited to her, boldly
proclaiming, "I can do She
won many of them, and she
succeeded in them, too. For the
High-Button Shoes audition,
she lied that she 'could Whistle
through her teeth, then went
home and practiced until She
.could do it. For Top Banaria,
Phil ,Silvers said he wanted a
"lade-de Voidc arid Audrey
insisted' she could "la-de-da"
although .she didn't iltneW what
it was. It bathed out that her
idea. of a le-de-cle iioiee was
just what Silvers wanted. For
her first big TV, spo t, comedians
bob. Arid Ray asked,if she could
PlaY a barnnd a she fibbed yet
and crossed her fingers until
they, dui nitt the harp taaying.
Gradually,, Audrey' worked
her way tip the She* btisineg
gilded ladder., And When Jackie
Gleason hired her, alit Wile
ready, it WM back to the dee&
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