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thought. She waited, tensely for
the 'shot, knowing he would have
to fire across her, Then came the
deafening rennet.
Simultaneously a small spot-
ted deer leaped from the grass
by her side and 151 front, by
the stream bed, a huge fawn and
black animal turned a complete
sornmersault and, landed on all
four paws, its eyes gleaming, lips
curled back in a snarl, ears flat,
The man fired again and it lay
still. Ber heart was beating so
fast, she couldn't speak Not un,
ill later did she tell him of the
fright she'd bad from that little
spotted deer by her side, It must
have hidden there, scared by the
panther.
On - their Par estate, near
Thansi, they had a ploughman
named Punnera, reputed to be
able to drive out devils, cure
snakebite and even raise the
dead. He was also a herbalist,
clever Atli, sick cattle,
One day every year he went
to a small stone temple to give
thanks to the goddess for his re- ,„
covery from smallpox, and most
of the villages gathered around
to witness the ceremony.
A plank of wood, studded with
nails lay on the path neaeby.
Three villagers squatted by it,
sharpening spears, Punnera efts-
erged from the temple dragging
a long iron chain and began
swinging it back and forth over
"He has gone mad — stop
him!" Babbot begged her hus-
band, but he held her aim and
whispered: "No, just watch —
you will see something you may
never see again. He is now sup-
posed to be possessed of the god-
dess , . , Look, now they are
bringing him a lime, stuck
through with thorns."
She saw Punnera place the
thorn-packed lime in him mouth
and chew it up. He then jumped
on to the plank and stood on the
nail heads, gazing up into the
sky.
The three men with spears
went towards him. The first
pinched his cheek with thumb
and finger and pierced the flesh
with his spear. The second pinch-
ed the flesh of his throat and ran
the spear through, The third
waited till he put out his tongue,
then thrust his spear through it.
Punnera stool taut on his plank
of nails with the long spears
through cheek, throat- and
tongue. A hush fell on the crowd.
Babbot had to turn away through
the throng -- 'she felt sick.
When she returned Punnera
began trembling violently. The
j
en pulled out their spears. he
umped from the bed of nails,
shook himself like a dog, then
picked up the chain and walked
tilt quite normally to the fields.
Babbot ran after him, stopped
him, saw no blood, no scratch
on. his cheek or throat, and asked
bins to put out his tongue, which
had no mark or disfigurement.
Her husband could give her no
explanation. She was sure it was
no conjurer's trick. It was queer,
unhealthy. Black magic? Never
again was she happy or com-
fortable in Punnera's presence,
she says in this fascinating ac-
count of her eighteen years in
wildest India,
"A fool and his money are
soon parted," we are told, But
how do they join up originally.
ISSUE 33 — 1960
LAYAWAY' PLAN — Chickens in this novel Broo klyn factory need no egging on to do their
duty, The man with the basket's is Murray Weiss, owner of the place where 3,500 chicken's
produce 2,300 eggs a day,
TABLE TALKS
dJamAmbew5.
Ph
11/2
CUCUMBER RELISH
10 large cucumbers (remove
seeds)
1 small medium cabbage
6 onions
6 green or red sweet peppers.
Put all ingredients through
food chopper. Sprinkle gener-
ously but not heavily with salt.
Let stand overnight. Drain and
add 9 c. sugar.
-3/4 lb. mustard seed
lag gal. vinegar
% c. flour
34 c. dry mustard
Ye oz. turmeric
Makes a paste of above ingre-
dients. Add to hot mixture and
simmer for 'two minutes. Pour
into serilized jars and. seal.
*
'TOMATO TAMALE
c. onions chopped
c. peaches peeled and
chopped coarse •
1% c. pears peeled and
chopped coarse
2 c.,apples
10 ,large ,ripe. tomatoes
1 c. celery. chopped,
21/2 c. brown sugar
c. vinegar
2 , tsps. salt
1 small hot or
6 dried peppers
2 tbsps. 'mixed pickling spice
in bag •
Mix ' and cook for one hour,
Seal in hot sterilized, jars.
a *
PEACH JAM
4 c. prepared ,fruit
c. sugar
1 bottle fruit pectin
1/4 c. lemon nice
Scald peaches. Slice in small,
,thin pieces into large kettle. Add
sugar 'to fruit. Cook until fruit
is clear, just a few minutes.
Bring to full boil and add pectin
and lemon juice. Boil hard about
five minutes. Stir and skim con-
stantly. Remove from heat. Stir
and cool for a few' minutes be-
fore pouring into heated jars,
Cover with paraffin wax at once.
Yield is about 10 jars,
first"Trip
The Pony Express
This sudden, announcement of
the long desired fast mail route
aroused gi eat enthusiasm in 'the
West and espeeially in St, Jo-
seph, Missouri, Salt: Lake City,
and the cities of California,
Where preparations to celebrate
the opening of the line were at
once begun, Slowly' the time
Passed until the afternoon of
the eventful day, April 3r0,
(1060), that was to mark the
first step in annihilating dis-
tance between the Fast end'
West,
A great crowd had aseen1bled
on the a t r eats of St. ,josePh,
Missouri, Flags were flying, and
a brass band added to the jubi-
lation, The Hannibal and St.
Joseph Railroad had arranged
to run a special train into the
city, bringing the through mail
from connecting points in the
East. Everybody was anxious
and. excited, At last the shrill
whistle of a locomotive was
heard, and the train rumbled in
— on time. The pouches were
rushed to the post office where
the express mail was made
ready.
The people now surge about
the old "Pike's Peak Livery
Stables," just South' of Pattee
Park. All are hushed with sub-
dued expectancy. As the mo-
ment of departure approaches,
the doors swing open and a
spirited horse is led out. Nearby
closely inspecting the animal's
equipment, is a wiry little man
scarcely twenty years old.
Time to go! Everybody %back!
A pause of seconds, and a can-
non booms in the distance—the
starting signal. The rider leaps
to his saddle and starts. In less
than a minute he is at the post
office where the letter pouch,
square in shape with four pad-
locked pockets, is awaiting him.
Dismounting only long enough
far this pouch to be thrown
over his saddle, he again springs
to his place and is gone. A short
sprint and 'he has reached the,
Missouri River whirf. A feiry
boat under a full' head of steam
is 'waiting. With scarcely check-
ed 'speed, the horse thunders
onto the deck of the craft. A
rumbling of machinery, the
jangle of a bell, the sharp toot
of a whistle and', the boat has
' swung clear and is headed
straight few the opposite Shore.
The noise of the cheering mul-
titude grows faint as the Kansas'
shore draws near. The enginee
are reversed; a swish of water, ,
and the craft grates , against the
dock. Scarcely has the gang
plank been lowered than horse
and rider dash over it and are
off at a furious gallop.
Away on the jet black Steed
goes Johnnie Frey, the first
rider, with the mail that must
be hurled by flesh and blood
over 1,996 miles of desolate
space — across the
through Northeastern Kansas
and into Nebraska, up the valley
of the Platte, across the Great
Plateau, into the foothills and
over the summit of the Rockies,
into the arid Great Basin, over
the Wahsatch range, into the
valley of Great Salt Lake,
through 'the terrible alkali de-
serts of Nevada, through the
parched Sink of the Carson.
River, over the snowy Sierras,
and into the Sacramento Valley
— the mail must go without de-
lay. — From "The Story of the
Pony Express," edited by Wad-
dell F. Smith,
Unarmed. She
Lraved Wild Boar!
She .stared in terror AS• the
pain-enraged hears bleed drip.
bea
111,g from its Month, its eyes
dy and reds charged from the
plum bush.
It tossed the beater in front of
her to one side, then looked at
her. But only for an instant, Per-
haps, in her dark leather Peat,
one resembled a tree trunk, The
Mad beast thudded, past to the
beater behind, rt smashed him to
the ground. ripped off his loin-
eleth and greinting heavily, sunk
its teeth into the Indian's body.
Babbot, an Englishwoman, was
111 the Indian jungle with her
husband, his brother, a hunter,
end beaters, A few seconds be-
fore that murderous charge her
brother had shot and wounded
the huge boar. It had raced for
leaver, leaving a trail of blood
'which was followed by the men.
After it charged and was pug-
hog its victim, the other beaters
...tamed for the only tall tree near-
by and leapt into the branches,
There they hung, like vultures.
Babbot was alone, except for the
boar and its just-conscious he-
Man prey.
"Come down," she screamed,
"and help me beat the pig off
your brother, We might still save
him!"
They looked at her with wild
eyes, and noe made a movement.
But the boar heard her voice, and
paused in its ghoulish work. Eyes
ablaze with madness and pain,
it started towards her.
Her life at stake, she raced for
the tree, jumped, and caught a
branch. It bent nearly to the
ground with her weight.
"Na, na," the beaters screamed,
swinging precariously, "you will
have us all down if you try to
climb."
One began clawing at her fin-
gers, forcing her to loosen her
grip. Terrified, she dropped to
the ground and hugged the trunk,
etereaming with all her might:
"Come 'quickly, for Heaven's
sake! Come quickly!"
She heard the report of a gun,
'then another, and at last felt
Sums around her and heard her
husband say: "Oh, my sweet,
eeshat an escape, you've had.
Thank God you're safe!"
One beater ley unconscious.
The other, by the bush, had a
g ripped from thigh to ankle.
th had to be bound up and
Serried back to camp.
Jungle terrors galore beset this
plucky Englishwoman who went
Znt to Garachi to marry in 1932. the shared her husband's life in
..intrel and Northern India till
1.9150. "Babbot" is the only name
the gives in a gripping account of
her experiences, "Indian Inter-
val."
On another "beat" they waited
in long grass facing a dry stream,
A herdsof shrieking monkeys ran
past. Suddenly, she was con-
scious of a slight movement on
her left side . . slowly turned
her head . . and froze. All she
ould see was fawn skin with
dark dosettes a panther qui-
etly sitting at her side!
She wondered how she could
attract her husband's attention.
lifer right hand started groping
for his knee, She darer not move
her body:Then she heard a faint
click as he released the safety
catch. He had seen it too, she
ed me up an elm-lined drive
alongside a barley field. At the
end stood a white house; sitting
on the porch, in a blue velvet
dress which flowed around her
ankles, was a small grey-haired
lady. She rose to. greet me with
old-world courtesy.
The house was like a museum
inside, but a lovely lived-in
museum. One room was blue,
one rose, one gold and white,
while one had its walls painted
a vivid red. "That we call a
Dannebrog room," exclaimed'
'Cathrine Lorenzen, "It is from
1864. Because we could not fly
the Danish flag in Slesvig then,
many farms made such a room
and have it still."
She opened a drawer full of
lace, spread a blue cloth on
the table, and laid the frag-
ments on it lovingly. "This is
the Great Oak pattern, and this
,little leaf design is for a child's
dress., Here is the Rose — inn
Copenhagen it costs three hun-
dred kroner fot a yard and
for brides we make lisle :One with
a crown." On ea-Oki:pi:fee, hung
a tiny blue laberetaithstlie let-
ters DTI and a lyre,When you
see such a lalaelets4elreiOW it is
first quality penierts Tender
Knipling," she explained':
"Now I will show you my
!little lace school," she went on.
"Mother taught the' old people,
but I 'begin with, younger ones.
I want that they shall 'teach
others, and , so the art shall not
be lost. .1 take seven pupils at
a time during the summer, they
stay four weeks and sleep and
eat here."
The school was up in the attic;
the door was painted bright
'blue, the 'floor scrubbed to.
Whiteness; windows looked !out
on a leafy 'garden. Seven lace-
making stands stood one behind
the other; each had a brass-
studded cushion from which' a
pair of scissors hung down on
a string of glass beads; the
slim wooden bobbins with their
beaded ends made a central clus-
ter of colour.
The two pupils had been
learning for a fortnight and
were absolutely absorbed in
their work. There was no sound
but the light rattle of their bob-
bins; at intervals they would
stop to examine a scrap of
parchment pattern through a
magnifying glass.
I had my first lesson in lace-
making on Cathrine Lorenzen's
own cushion, starting oaf on the
Little Oak Leaf pattern. — From
"Candles inn. Denmark," by Beryl
Miles.
Entering the smoke-filled room
of a blazing house fireman John
McDade discovered a two-year-
old child secured to a bed by
plastic harness.
Unable to tear the plastic, and
having lbst his knife and axe,
the resourceful fireman chewed
through the harness and man-
aged to release the child, which
he carried to safety.
HOW The Bisioy
Rifle Meet Began
Gennsar Westliage former aps=
gaunt. of .Canada's Settfortis Iligh
latisslers, last ino»th. won top,
honors in the great annual Rifle,
meet et Metes', England. In the
Christian ,Science llonitor re,
eently Sydney Skilton gave An
ktereSting. account .0f. lie orrgln.
of This historic
No fewer than 1,304 marksmen,
from all five continents were in
at the start of this three-stage
shoot over Hsix 200.1,000 yard.
ranges, • The top 350 always bo
forward to the second stage and.
the first 100 of these shoot. the
anal,. To be in the • final, or
Queen's Hundred as it is termed,
is a triumph tantamount in lawn
tennis 'to reaching Wimbledon's
last 16. As .a matter of fact, the
Wimbledon parallel is a particu-
larly happy choice,' It was at
Wimbledon, not much more than
a high lob from the centre court
that the present Risley meet was
ina
.ALI gcup2e.atttencl. y ago they were
was raiding Harpers Ferry and
ing in, times troubled as much as
now, In America John Brown
here in England they were pre-
paring to repel a possible French
invasion Preparations to meet it
were made by the establishment
of a Volunteer Force, a sort of
Home Guard that operated in
World War II. The poet laure-
ate, Lord Tennyson, wrote a pat-
riotic piece to the London Times
entitled "Riflemen Form."
The first of four verses ram
"There is a sound of thunder
afar, . •
Storni in the South that
darkens the day!
Storm of battle and thunder
of war!
Well if it do not roll our way.
Storm, . Storm, Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready against the
storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen
form! •
Distinguished retired •soldiers,
statesmen and city gentlemen
joined the volunteer movement.
The National Rifle Association
responded by—providing target
practice and on July 2, 1860
called-a grand rally on Wimble-
don Common. Queen Victoria
and • her entourage went along.
She pulled a 'silken cord affixed
to'a trigger 'which fired the first
shot, One Edward C. R. Rosa
won that first prize offered by
the Queen and so successful and
congenial-was the occasion that
the decided to make it
,an annual event.
Thus it was until 1889 by
which time the new • residents of
,a groiving Wimbledon won their
case that the suburbs was-not a
suitable place aor a rifle shoot.
So the N.R.A. moved out to is
site adjoining 'the Brigade of
Guards Camp at Pirbright and
-at the 'north-west Surrey village
of Bisley. Records relate that
"A distinguished company as-
sembled to open the new 'N.R.A,
range at Bisley. The Princess of
Wales; to her delight, scored a.
royal bull's-eye."
Proud customs and traditions
have continued through the years
and none more so than the chair-
ing of the Queen's Prize winner.
After seating himself ceremoni-
ously in a wooden chair reserved
Specially. for this-event the wine
her is carried shoulder high by
his rivals round the camp to the
band strains of "See the con-
qUering hero comes."
Throughout the meet, which
nowadays extends over a fort-
night, there are dozens of sub-
sidiary competitions for gold and
silver prizes estimated in value
of 4200,000. They involve more
than a million shots. Only one
competitor can .be the really big
shot but all the rest have a truly
wonderful time in an atmosphere
of cordite and friendship: Al-
though there are cash prizes ail
the competitors are amateurs, It
Costs them money to be there
(fares, entry fees and accommo-
dation) varying from how fat
they have come.. But that they
come and Come again, 'is pretty
sure -teetimohys that Bisley is
booked for another centenary
2060,
A. Lace-Making
School In Denmark
Tonder was all cobbles and
curves, painted doors end roses.
In the alleys antique shops were
full of amber, lace and old tiles.
"You should meet Cathrine
Lorenzen," exclaimed Niels
Jensen. "She has a little lace-
making school at Ballum,,1 could
ring her up and tell her you
were coming. But it is about
forty kilo-metres from here, and
in the opposite direction — right
back up the coast," But I was as
willing to go backwards as for-
wards if it meant seeing a lace
school,
When I reached the little vil-
lrge of 13allum the baker direct-
4 ", fit;,
00ft.
RED CURRANT JELLY
a Astarte fully ripe red
currants
1 cup water
7 cups granulated sugar
1 bottleisPbutter 1/2 fruit pectin
Crush fruit and add one cup
. of water. Bring to a boil and
simmer, covered for about 10
minutes. Place in jelly bag and
squeeze out juice. Measure five
cups' into a large saucepan. Place
over high heat and add sugar
and butter. The, latter will pre-
vent 'scumming. Stirring., con-.
stantly bringing to boil. Add pec-
tin at once. Bring to a rolling
boil, stirring constantly for one
minute. Remove from heat, skim
off foam with metal .spoon and
pour quickly Into glasses, Cover
at once with hot paraffin.
* * -
SPICED PLUMS-
12 to 16 firm sweet plums or
fresh prunes
24 to 32 whole. cloves
.3 cups sugar
2 cups brown sugar
1 cup water
Vs
2/2 ts cup. p
'salt
vinegar
2 cinnamon
2-ineh sticks whole
1 tsp, whole allspice
Wash plums. Quickly plunge,
in boiling water and then in cold
water. Slip off skins and in-
sert two whole .cloves in each
plum (Set aside for. later use),
'Combine sugars, water, cider
vinegar and salt in a saucepan.
Mix well. Add, cinnamon. Tie all-
spice in a bag and add to syrup.
Boil 5 minutes'. While syrup is
boiling, drop in plums. Boil 1/2
minute, (Do not overcook). Pack
in sterilized jars,' Cover with
.bailing syrup. Seal at once,
Yield, five pints.
s a s,
GRAPE CONSERVE
6 c. prepared fruit (about
3142 lbs. ripe, loose-skinned
grapes)
2 tsps. grated lemon rind
2 tbsps. lemon juice
c. seedless raisins
1 c, chopped nuts
7 1/2 c, (314 lbs.) sugar
1 box (1 3/4 ounces) powdered
fruit pectin
Prepare the fruit. Slip skins
from grapes. Add 2 cups water
to pulp; bring to a boil and
simmer, covered, 5 minutes.
'Sieve to remove seeds. 'Chop or
grind skins and add to pulp.
Measure 6 cups into a very
large saucepan. Add lemon rind,
ssice, raisins, and nuts to fruit
in saucepan.
Make the conserve, Measure
auger 'and set aside. Add poW-
tiered fruit pectin to fruit in
eaucepan and misc. well. Place
Liver high heat and stir until
mixture comes to a hard boil.
At once stir in sugar. Bring to
a full rolling boil and boils,
hard one minute, stirring con-
stantly, Remove from heat and
skim 'off foam with metal spoon.
Thee stir and skim by turns for
5 minutes to cool slightly to
prevent floating fruit, Ladle
quickly into glasses. Cover of
once with inch hot paraffin.
PICKLED P E AC DES
c. stigari white
9. c. vinegar; cider
1 C. Water
1 oz cinnamon sticks
1,/s. bk. whole cltiVeS
4 qta. small peaches 11)S.1
Boni sugar, Water, Vinegar and
stick einiianibri together for 10
minutes.• Into each Obeli place
two whole cloves. Add these to
syrup and cook aloWlY for 10
Mirages, Pack in jars, sterilized..
Makes about 4
How The Olympic
Games Have Grown
New records for nations and
competitors are expected to be
set at 'Rome. Invitations went
out to 97 nations and so far only
nine — Albania, Costa. Rica,
Cuba, Haiti, Honduras, Nicara-
gua, the Dominican Republic,
Paraguay, and Tanganyika —
have declined. A reeced 86 have
accepted, including'Cartle, which
withdrew following' .-sche earth-
quake disaster bist".6;accepted
after the Italians:. offered to
make the Chileaas their guests.
The count of competitors can-
not be made until nearer Aug.
25 and when the competing
countries have made their selec-
tions in compliance with the new
qualifying standards, The Ro-
mans, however, .have made pro-
visions for as many as 7,000
men and women.
Here ate the details of suc-
cessive Olympiads since the
(tern series was started:
Year City Competitors Nations
1896 Athens 285 13
1900 Paris 1,056 20
1904 St. Louis 496 19
1908 London 2,059 22
1912 Btockholm 2,541 28
1916 World War I No games
1020 Antwerp 2,608 • 29
1924 Paris 3,092 44
1928 Aitisterilare 3,015 46
1932 Lee Angeles 1,908 38
1936 Berlin 4,069 49
1940 World War 11 No games.
1944 World War II No games
1948 London 4,108 59
1952 Helsinki 5,851 50
1956 Melbourne 3,516 67'
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*ARE PHOTO OF EICHMANN.Ooisiiiet'Neei COL Adolph Eta
mann, now awaiting trial ln terse] for mass murder of Jews
during World War II, posed foe t+ii*,ohota in 104 While in
hiding 'in South America. Taken at Porto Alegre; hi eoniciette
it is one of the few photos of tiekrearift known to' exist'
that were token while he :was in: Fading. (Photo tem/HO-it LOOK
Magazine)
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SMALL AS A FLY'S th — The smallest grinding ,wheel ever made commercially is °Wiest'
as tiny ate the 'eye Of a house flys the little abragive wheel used 'to rind ininioiure boll
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bearings which go into the production of cameras; topo.eteofdetti .guide heir system'
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