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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1956-03-21, Page 2CHECK HIM! — A real fancy pants innew. Scotch; plaid trousers— that's "Billy," a three-year-old rooster awned,by Gerold Botimer. ,The White Rock cock has several .pairi of...parts, but these new ones are for Easter. And they are really, somettVng, to crow about, what with their red -buttons up•th'e legs. Naturally, Billy's a neighborhood curiosity as he struts around the Botimer .yard in his classy togs. ABLE, TALKS 4,11,e Atvimvs; . ;" .ke HITCHHIKER This ydUng but IMO gitiritive PciriAlerine lads Wittig for afi improvised "sleigh' tide on he fa'ther's coottdilt, Her ride Was across ottott Parii' kiii-bound Bois de Boulogne lake. It s great for the" youhostei- but b9(ituIly lough the tiOntOcit, FUTURE DANGER froM inadetiOate bireaktast hahiti of todaYit , teens lies in' unbalanced 13rTekiWiisii for tomorrow's familiet, Ilere's the recipe for a des- arert dish that's very easy tg make — and easy to eat too. Apple Crumble 3 ounces butter 1-2 ounces sugar /1/2 pounds apples, p e el e d, cored, and sliced 6 ounces flour l'inch salt Rub butter and flour together until mixture resembles bread crumbs. Add sugar and salt and mix well. Place prepared fruit in pie dish; add a little water g more moisture is needed, sprinkle butter-flour sugar mixture over top. Bake at 350° F, until crust is golden brown and apples are tender, from 20- 30 minutes. * * Real Scottish broth, of course, takes time and patience to pre- pare. But here's a substitute that will bring smiles to' the faces of even those from the "land Of cakes;4 SCOTTISH BROTH 2 ounces (3? teatcup) rice 3 pints water - 1 large onion, chopped 1 latie carrot, grated Celery salt, Salt' and Pepper 1 chicken bouillon cube M teacup chopped parsley Place water and rice in: sauce- pan. While this is coming to boil, chop onion, grate carrot and add. Add seasonings and bouillon cube. Last, add the parsley. Allow this to simmer about 30 minutes or more until serving time. Four to five serv- ings . * Left-overs are a problem in many hoirnes. You have some- thing that's too good to throw out -and yet somewhat un- appetiling when served up in the same old way. Here's a re- cipe you; might find uesful. LEFT-OVER LAMB 2 tablespoons'`. butter 1 medium onion, shopped %cup uncooked rice' that, has been washed and dried 1 cup water 1% cups cooked, diced lamb 1 cup canned tomatoes 1 tablespoon horseradish 1 teaspoon salt , 1/8. teaspoon Pepper Bud of garlic, minced SKI CASUALTY — A crutch es- pecially made for him enables "Luger," a Doberman Pincer, to get around -on 'his broken 'leg. The dog, a mascot of an Okla- homa City ski club, broke the leg while ' accnmpcinying * the club on a ski trip. Now he's eli- gible for the club's "Golden Crutch", an award to members Who break bones on the ski slope. Melt butter ,in skillet; add chopped onion and rice, 'Cook over low heat until rice is brown.. Add all other ingredi- over high, heat until steaming, then reduce heat to low to fin- ish about 30 minutes cooking.P Stir once or twice while cook- ing, Serves 6 * * Now for a white cake. There are a million — more or less — recipes for such a cake, but this is one I hadn't run across be- fore. FLUFFY WHITE CAKE 3 cups sifted cake flour 4 teaspoons baking powder % teaspoon salt 2 cups sugar '4 eggs; unbeaten Milk as directed below 10 tablespoons melted butter Sift tpgether, the flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt 3 times. Break eggs into cup, and finish filling with milk; add to flour mixture. Add an additional cup of milk. Add melted butter. Beat in electric mixed vigorous- ly for 3 minutes (or it may be beaten by hand). Pour into 9- inch 'layer pans and bake in preheated 375° F. oven for 25 minutes or -until done. If bat- ter is poured into one . oblong pan, bake just 35 minutes. Sword-Swallower To Escape Artist Thirty - three - year - old fair-ground artist Michael Blon- dini was following in the steps of the great escapologist, Harry Houdini. He had to escape— blindfold — from a strait-jac- ket, wrapped up in chains hook- ed to a crane that would swing him upsidedown seventy-two feet off the ground. Despite the cold weather, a large crowd had gathered. Soon he was strapped into the strait- jacket, the chains were looped round him and knotted. Finally, a black bandage was put over his eyes. "Twepeople lifted me up and slipped the hook through a loop in the chains. The crane driver began to hoist away. I found myself rising steadily. At last I stopped. Then the crane driver tooted his hooter. The escape was on," says Blondini in his new book "Bed Of Nails," pre- sented by Gordon Thomas. "I started gently to undo the straps on the strait-jacket. Next, I set out to free myself from the chains without letting them slip from the crane hook. "Then it happened! The chains slipped and I dropped over a foot, The feeling of hanging out in space was terrifying. For a few minutes I eoudn't move.. Stark fear held me rigid. There was a murmur from the crowds below. It had a wonderfully steadying effect on me. I started to undo the chainS' again. "Finally I worked my way up until I could weel the crane hook under my fingers. I hung there for a few minutes to re- gain my breath. Then I straight- ened myself up and stood on the crane hook. "A great cheer came up from below. It had been 'close — too close! Now that it was all over, I felt even more weak and sick, By the time the crane let me down I was shivering all over." Norman,* Blondini's manager, slipped the black bandage off, "You were wonderful, boy . wonderful," he murmured. "That trick of letting the chains slip was a great gimmick," "There was nothing much to it," lied the young man. Blondini started his career at thirteen as a sword swallower, training under Zorro the Great. When his father, the Mighty ,Atom, took him over to Zorro's tent, Michael said hopefully, "I' won't have to swallow the ' swords. Don't the blades fold into the handles?" There was a great silence. Zor- ro'S face twitched. "So! You think that is the way it is, eh?' You think I am a fake"? "With a withering look at- us he rose to his feet, positioned himself, tossed back his head — and pushed sixteen inches of cold steel down his thrdat," re- lates Blondini. The Human Salamander, who was teaching Michael to eat "fire, was an unusual character, "a handsome mountain of a man radiating personality." He was dressed like ,a film cowboy: jeans, check shirt, coloured neckerchief with a six-shooter that in true movie style could have fired a dozen rounds -be- fore reloading. But it had the im- print of a famous top manufac- turer on it. Then Michael's sister, I3elita, fell from her trapeze and Was killed, The shock was so great that Michael ran away from the fairground in Ireland and trek- ked to Dublin. After spending all his, money, he was trudging' the streets when he met Kathleen, She was nineteen, an orphan, and arned her living playing a piano accordion in the streets. They decided to team up. Kathleen gathered a crowd with her music and then Michael stepped forward to do his act. He swallowed his swords With- out trouble and then prepared to swallow fire. "After lighting a taper," says • Blondini, ""I waved it in the air to remove the surplus petrol, opened my mouth and brought the fire-stick towards it. Sud- denly, a chance gust of wind wafted the flame ' across my face. There was -a blinding flash before my eyes, a smell of scorching hair, then' charred wisps floated away from my scalp. "The pain made me feel sick and faint. Dimly, I became aware of the crowd rushing to- wards me, I heard Kathleen screaming, then I passed out." When he came to, despite his bad scare, he insisted on carry- ing on with his act, which he ac- complithect successfully: The crowd was so impressed by this time that the performers had to pack the money they collected in the suitcase where Miehael kept hit swords. Kathleen died tragically,a,few Maths later of bronchial pneu- Mania. "I made a vow that 'no other 'girl would replete Itatii leen for Me," says Blondini, "I have 'kept that Vow until this cleY," He went over to England to forget On the boat he met Net- man, ex-wrestler arid crocus (quack dector), Who became his Manager and taught• him escap- ology. Bliandirirs latest attitit is to be fired from a earthen eighty feet on to a platform, from, Whidh he dives into k, tank o fire.. covered Water, In an intrOductiOn to this faS. elnating and intensely stare,: Gorden therfiae ViratriE "Thia book provides easy-tcia-10 .1.; loaf iriStrudicitia on 'sword swal- lowing, fire eating,: he* 'to be Huthati ()Stich and Strong` Mari, 'hat road the instruetieria and stop there! They 'aren't OS COO' as they Sound," Romance at Last- 'For No one has been so hounded by rumours. of romance as Yvon- ne de Carlo, Hollywood star of two dozen ....Eastern Ever Since she was tagged "The MoSt 'BeaUtiftd." 'Girl . In ' The World" and cast in "Salome, Where .She Danced," gossip writers have talked .about De Carlo and, "the men Miler That makes helve years of .ru- mour and counter-rumour First Romance Now; to the wide-,eyed .sur- , prise .of .her family, and close "friends, she's married to one of the few men in. filmdoin -with whom her name has never been linked--,stuntman Bob Morgan: - Says De. Carlo:. "We -love and understand one another. We like the same things and we have the same friends." ThroUgh the years of gossip and rumour Yvonne de Carlo has seldom been silent. She is on reeord as saying some very eyebrow-raising things about , men, romance and marriage. But the 'truth 'is' that very sel- dom has De-, Carlo 'really said ' what was in her mind. She has stuck .her tongue in her cheek and said startling things partly to shut up Prying questioners. ' In 1943,- when ,De • Carlo was an unknown. actress under con- tract to the Paramount studio-7- "I was the, girl stooge when di- rectors wanted to test new young actors," she told, me once —there came the public an, nouncement of herfirst romance. "Yvonne de Carlo," ran the story, "and John H. Kiser; en- gineer in the Merchant Marine, yesterday announced their en- gaement . . she met him while touring with a dance unit in Colorado and told him to look her up if he ever came to Holly- wood," That romance faded *pretty quickly, Yvonne .de 'Carib 'was then twenty. Two years later everyone' at first believed a story that she had secretly mar- ried millionaire oil and film chief, Howard Hughes. It was untrue—like the other rumours that practically stumbled over themselves during the next few , years. One day—so it was reported with some exageration — De Carlo ended an engagement that her publicity Schedule hadn't arranged to take plaCe until the following week, , Her studio (Universal) real- ized that Yvonne de Carlo and romance went together like dhatripagrie and caviare. So the studio created romances, then counted the. Press cuttings. All this Ur-he De.Carlo Wag' saying very little, and What she did say Was fairly straightfor- . ward, such at: Every tine dance With a Man someone Makes a romance out of it." But the Wilder the stories be= came, the Wildet—inWarelly— bedaind De Carlo She decided the only way to make them sound' as silly as 'she thought they Were Was to Say things equally goofy, When Spanish Matador Mario Cabre (Who' had already 'Writ- ten peettia let Ava Eardiier), kissed the De Carlo hand et Madrid' airport, it was taken WI 4 realigned signal. Soon after,, Wards, she was reported dancing With Aly Khan .Europe' Then the tatigite in -"cheek campaign really, began, "I'm going to marry the first Mali to fly to`, the theati—bedatite he Could take rile some Place I've, never been before," said. De Carlo. AISO; "The fact is, I get less and less fend Qf the idea of marriage, I want freedom and independence." That crack ly Showed how firmly the De Carlo tongue was in the De. Carlo cheek. For over the past twelve years, Yvonne de Carlo has wanted to marry—but she has realized how risky it can be in show business, • with its high divorce rate. Her family and friends have known how seriously she has thought ' of marriage and how 'irritating she has found the rumours, - -Names such as Juan Fern- andez .(rich Uruguayan), the Earl of Lanesbbrough, Carlos Thoinpan -(Argentinian actor introduced, by, her to ,Holly- wood), Rock Hudson, the Shah -of Persia and his brother, Ab- di:graze . . ; these Were bandied from one- gossip column to an- other. . „ In p„rivate, Yvonne de Carlo admitted her worries .' To— a friendlY Official ,at a,„British stnclio she said: "I want to ..tner- ry, biit it's such an awful risk. If' I marry it'll probably be to someone earning a tenth of my salary-7and that can lead to trouble.” She wanted to continue her ,career; hadn't considered any stars of equal 'rating as a suit 'able love match— they just weren't her :romantic cup of tea. During.' her , stay to film in ° Britain,' around two Yeara „ago, she' formed two friendships; and people' close to her believed that either might have , blossomed into lasting romance. "One was with actor Robert ITiquhart, the other with -,photographer, Cornet Lucas (this was. -before Ixcas met and married Belinda Lee.) These friendships faded. Yvonne was certainly saddened by -their ending—and by the fading of her friendship with Claude Boissol, a 'French film writer, soon afterwards. Cynics insist-that some of the rumours of Yvonne de Carlo's romantic life must be .true, or partly true. She must have been in love during these twelve, gossip-spattered years. Well --she's always admitted that she likes men's companY; she's alwayi been surrounded by male achnireri; she'saccePt- e,d date after' date and enjoyed each one fully. ' Once, her cousin, Ken Ross- Mackenzie (now a London photographei), told her' studio that-she' Was away at an inac- cessible Canadian ranch when, in fact, ;she, had flown off to Persia for a few weeks. All this is true' enough, but only now; at thirty-three, has she found happiness in •mar- riage. . Husband Bob Morgan is fair- ish and tali—the " Nerdic" type. ' And that reminds me of prob- ably the first thing ,Yvonne de Carlo remembers saying about men, romance and marriage'. It was: "MY" ideal - man is the .Nordic type." So it -looks as though, after one of the 1 ',vest, most report- ed and mis-reported searehes in film history, Yvonne 'de- Carlo has found 'her true- ideal. The rumours, at last, are silenced, Two .'fathers' were 'discussing the upbringin of- children.„ "Yes," said . one, "a great deal depends on the formation of early habits." "It does," agreed the other. "My -mother• paid a woman to wheel me about when I- was a baby, and I've been pushed for. money ever •since." By Gaynor MaddOV NEA Food & Markets Editor We are raising a crop of break- fast delinquents. Most of them are teen-age girls. • The latest warning signal comes from the. Montana Ex•, periment Station of the U,S. De pertinent of Agtidulture. Dr. • Liira M, ' Odland 'reports. that records of all food • eaten for seven consecutive days by 418 Montana college .freshmen. arid 15-year-old high school students in two Montana towns revealed that breakfast habits of girls are considerably worse than of boys: Teri• per dent of the college' and high school girls had tio breakfast at all, or only defree, The results of this survey tjaral ,, kit-hose in other 'states. tredetick J. ;Stare, head of Itarvatcl's department of tititti. tibn, intists that an adeqttate breakfast must COriaist of frdin One-third to ti the 'of food eaten during the day, Other' leading nutritionists agree. With himt. Ness than that is health lie.itard, they warn, and 'froy avail 'retardhtithiat pliy slot deVeletinetit, in the Montana survey, a SIM , pie pattern forfora basic breakfast was used 4 fruit, preferably a cit'ru's hint; Seine- type of grain food such as bread 'or' brealtlaSt. defeat, Oil airiial protein; such, egg of Meet HOVVeVer, 'ofilY 30' per cent Of the 'Montana girls arid a Per tent, 'of the' 1303's ate a 'breakfast As a child it seemed me that the deepening mark of a horse's hoof on the thawing soil was the symbol of our favourite season. As the horses: named Ned and Fred were led to the watering tank shortly after ,dawn, their winter- grown hooves, clattered against the flinty barnyard, but if by mid-morning their feet be- hail to sink into the mud it was almost a sure sign that Grand- father and Father would be spending the day in the "sugar camp," The "camp" was about a half- mile from our house, and it, con- sisted of some 20 acres and per- haps 300 sugar-maple trees, grow- ing among hundreds of beech, ash, and oak. It Was Ned, the gentler and older horse, who generally had the honour of pulling the mudboat laden with sapbuckets, spites, axes, hatchets and an assortment of 'other equipment necessary for the "opening!' Grandfather walked ahead as we moved into the woods. He dooked'over the trees with a cri- ° tical eye, touching the bark in what was almost,a caressing ges- ture, examining the Wounds from preilioui "tappings," and sometimes he would, say: "We'll ' let this • one• rest a year," and move on to another. He carried the bucket of spiles —;the semi- tubular spigot's' be inserted into the trees —'and Father took care Of the boring of, the' holes. It was a great day when I be- came -big enough to handle the londkets. My job was to hang the bucket 'on the little hook be- neath the spite. "Hang it straight, son.,"• Grandfather would sap. "By tomorrow morning' that bucket -will be brimming: full. If it isn't • revel; we'll lose good sap." fire wall and in t h e chimney where the squirrels and ground-, hogs had burrowed, Early in the morning, before Ned's hooves would wound, the tender grass roots or the run- ners of the Mudbeet Cut into the wagon paths, we would make the rounds to empty the buckets of "sugar water" into the large barrel anchored, to the mudboat. Most of the buckets Would' be full, capped, with a thin film of ice. Here and there the night- time chill had crept up on a tree in the eager act of giving up its sap and had frozen gro- tesque tongues and lower tips around the spites. Sucking these sugary' icicles oftentimes slowed the gathering process, but it was a delightful premonitlon of even sweeter delicacies. When the sap was' poured into the evaporator (always in the compartment nearest the open hearth of the furnace) it could be "made off" in one of three' ways, depending upOn'the length of time it was boiled and the handling it was given: molasses, taffy, or .•maple sugar. The choice , you made dePended upon" such practical qiietticins as: Were you looking ahead' to a winter's breakfast with hot bissyits drowned in golden syrup or were "you thinking of an evening' Of young laughter around a "taffy- pull" or a maple sugar "stir- off?"- do any case golden syrupy molasses were the base product out of which grew countless moments of social and culinary pleasure. But these later mg- merits were no., more pleasure- - able than those attending the- days and nights of activity in the cabin around the 'roaring fire, amid' the sweet and steamy fragrance of the boiling "sugar water." %kr.s boiled in the foaming. evaporator, potatoes baked in the hot ashes at the hearth Of ' the flaming furnace, bac-on 'and ham and e v an occasional chicken cooked on coals raked out' on the dirt floor — these became the tasty dishes around which a "sugar-camp picnic" was centered. Then, late • in the evening there, was the quiet contempla- thin of 'the- crackling- fire, .the• lo* 'hiss- of the boiling water, and 'the rustle. of',wind in= tilde trees. "A 'little mdse wood,"5 Father would-say, and, we'd face into the „ darkness toward the woodpile. Outside the range 'of the- fire and • away' from the circle .pf_ loved o n e we would feel 4 sudden chill of fear as we peer- ed into the blackness of a frosty night. But -we- stumbled_ on — an d. happily — for ,,,the mud around the woodpile 'was almost rigid and unyielding: morrow :Would be-another- excel-, lent "sugaring" day:. Now and then tit h e Yevening freeze did not come, hOWever, • and the spites dripped- air night- some slowly, as if ,with reluc- tance, others in a near-unending stream with each swift drop clutching' at the "one ahead, But. when it"did not- freeze at„, night — "Ned will sink this morning," Grandfather would say -- we- knew the sugar-making season was ending. The warm days came and stayed, fusing with warm nights,, one after the other — eadh , blending with the one ahead — as sweet drops of maple sap , dripping relentlessly into a bucket. port that girls who do eat one- third to one-quarter of their' normal daily intake at break- fast, are less inclined' to pile up dreaded extra Calories at other meals and in soda fountain snacks, Because inadequate teen-age breakfasts are a national health problem, many universities and high schools are now giving' courses in practical nutrition: They hope to convince' tomor-- row's guys arid dolls that sing- ing for their supper is not enough. They must sing at' breakfast, too. Sugar-Making In The Bush It wasn't easy to carry the heavy wooden bifckets — made heavier *for Father's soaking them in a nearby" 'stream for several days, so' they wouldn't leak. Later, we purchased metal buckets, and they were easier to handle, but thpy, rusted easily. Making the rickety bifilding, or "boiling room," ready for use was not an easy' task, but the anticipated pleasures made it worth while. It could hardly be called a building 'at all; it was a three-sided, mefal-roofed ca- bin with rough benches around two sides, In one corner was the dry wood carried over from last season for kindling the fire, The "furnace" was on the open side of the cabin. Its hearth extended far back into the build- ing and at its Opposite end — on the outside and built high" enough so :there was no danger of fire —* was the brick' chim- ney. The fire-pit was a b o ut eight or, nine feet long and three feet wide, and dug ,dctwn into the earth some two or three feet. A brick fire' wall was built 'up along the' side of the pit to a level of about two feet above the floor level of the cabin. The gigantic metal boiling pan, divided into sections, rested on top of the fire walls and it was into this that we poured the sap or, as we called it, the "sugar water." The pan, or "evapora- tor," had to be lifted off the furnace at , the end of every sea- son, cleaned 'carefully, a n d greased so that it would not rust writes Harvey C. Jacobs in The Christian. Science Monitor. Then it was time to clean it again and place it securely 'on top of the' fire walls. We must also mortar the cracks in the rated adequate by these mini- mum standards. Dr. Odland point's out that the poor showing of the girls is cause for national concern. To- day, many` girls marry- in their late teens. Unless ,these youth:. „ ful brides and., prospective„ mo- thers' are. nuttitiOnally fit and- know how to prOVide balanced meals for 'their families, there is danger ahead. The passion for slenderness is. Enemy No. 1 of adequate break- fasts for teen-age girls, accord- ing to nation-wide studies. However, top nutritionists re- Are You A Breakfast —Delinquent? 1 ► ►