The Brussels Post, 1962-10-18, Page 7CANAL CUTIE — In ca pensive mood, 16-year-old actress
Sue Lyon sits by one of the famous canals of Venice. The
star of "Lolita" was in the sunny Italian city to attend the
film festival competition in which her movie was entered.
th:in or melody, but eventually
would repeat, It would go
pop- pop- Puff- luff- toff , tuff g
while, and then it would go pop-
fuffefuffefuff-pop• The only thing
it required was A second pop be-
fore the effect of the first was
gone. The flywheel filled in the
gaps. After a bit it would attain
a reasonable frequency', and you
knew by the sound 'of it tbet it
would go until noon, anyway,
The belt would whir, the saw
blade would whine, and we were
ready to. saw wood.
One Man lifted off th6. pile
and handed the sticks to the
" sawyer. He always asked if you
wanted two. cuts or three to
four-foot stick, and it was all one
to him. My job, when T was big
enough, was to stand alongside
the aeearlim.4 aaw and ."take
away"" The chunks cut off
would fall free, and I'd catch
them and toss them behind me, .
By nightfall, we'd . have the
woodpile moved from. one side of
the driveway to the other: all
ready for .splitting and wheeling
into the shed, It WAS. quite a
day's work. By evening my ears
would be ringing so every-body
would have to say everything
three times, and I'd go to .bed to
stare at the ceiling in the dark
and heave wood all night. •
The man with the portable saw
rig is completely gone. Some
farmers now work up what .wood
they still require with e chain
saw, seducing it to stove size
right in the woods before they
move it. Others, like myself, -
have a simple attachment that
slips onto the tractor and waits
for nobody, Powered by the trac-
tor engine, it doesn't slow down
and gasp when the going gets
tough. The handling' of 'what
wood we house is just as heavy
and tiring as ever, but the pile •
isn't 20-cords long these days,
There is a humming in my ears
this evening from the blade, for
the noise is just as it always was,
so speak up if you have anything
to say.—by John Gould in the
Christian Science Monitor.
Three Sisters
Inherit Fortune
SELF-DEFENSE — Mrs. Elinor
,Chandler Duncan, an attor-
ney, wore her hat in a Los
Angeles courtroom despite the
displeasure of the judge, who
said the hat distracted the
jury Mrs Duncan's defense:
"My hair looks worse without
a hat than with one."
TABLE pewsT KS
Jcutvi Anol.
Fisherman Catches
Three Buffaloes
A fisherman in Australia's
Northern Territory set his, net
to catch salmon, trout and other
relatively small fish at a river-
bed site seventy miles north of
Darwin. He gathered not a sin-
gle fish in its meshes, but
caught three powerful adult
buffaloes, each weighing more
than 1,900 lbs, •
The three buffaloes, when ex-
tracted from the net, were dead.
According to the most plausible
theory advanced by local hun-
ters, one buffalo originally got
entangled in the net, presum-
ably when he slouched down to
Mary River, where the net was
set, for a drink.
Then, infuriated by a trapped
feeling, the buffalo charged out
of the water, dragging the en-
tire net with him. He succeeded
in rejoining his w i 1 d, scrub-
roaming herd, But, as he drag-
ged a good deal of loose net
around vrtib him, he soon em-
broiled two other buffales in its
meshes,
Then all three fought, thrash-
ed and kicked to free them-
selves, but only got-into a worse
mess, until tied up and irninobil-
,ized by the net's powerful.
strands, each died finally of ex- •
haustion. By this time, the net,
with its mighty haul, had been
dragged fifteen miles from the
river bed.
Getting In That
Winter Stove Wood
Slipping a saw rig onto the
.eplioes of the tractor power take-
off and running the tractor up
into the deoryard isn't muck
a job, but It's hardly worth. While
for today's pile of wood, It taltel.
but a few minutes to disengagF
the rig after the job is done, and
then the saw rig sits in disuse
the rest of the year without malt-
ing any,, contribution. We don't
begin to saw as much wood as
we did in the long ago, -back
when we kept two-three stoves
and a couple of fireplaces going
all winter.
Before we had a ti actor and
tractors had saw rigs there was
always a mar who came around,
and he'd charge so much a cord
for reducing the four-foot lengths
to stove size. Before him, this
was done by hand, but those
dreary days had happily gone
and machinery was s great thing.
His saw rig was hardly as so-
phisticated as the one I've just
taken off my tractor, but it was
a good deal faster than any other
way.
It was on a set of wheels,
drawn by two horses, and it had
a huge one-cylinder, make-and-
break engine with a heavy fly-
wheel. The thing had a way of
chugging every once in a while
just as you thought it had stop-
ped. The long belt off the motor
was laid over itself once, to rev-
erse direction, and came back to
the pulley on the saw shaft. The
momentum oa the flywheel was
absolutely essential to the whole
operation.
We used to bring our wood
down after the ground dried out
in the spring. A lot of farmers
tried to get their sheds ,filled for
the next winter before Easter,
but we never shot at any parti-
&liar mark. It was often well
into the spring before we got
hauled, and then we'd have to
wait for mud season to dry, and
the summer sun and wind were
helpful in drying the wood out-
doors, anyway. Figuring eight
running feet to a cord, if we had
20 cords of wood going it made
a pile in the dooryard 160 feet
long. It would start by the mail-
box at the road and run back
behind the house along the barn.
When we got it all hauled and
all piled the thing to do was wait
until the man came to saw it.
He had similar piles in other
dooryards, and he'd work along
toward us. We'd hear him at one
place, and then at another, and
each time he'd be a day nearer
to us, The day he was expected,
we'd hurry the chores to be
ready for him, and then he would
of course be an, hour or two late.
Horse. threw a shoe, or he had
to grease the wheels—sorry to be
late, but those things happen. I
remember with what impatience
everybody always waited, and
yet the saw rig man never come
to anybody's house without being
late.
His horses would pull the saw
rig alongside the pile, care being
taken to place it just right, and
the man would trig the wheels.
He'd screw down some grease
cups, flex the belt to see if the
tension were right, and when all
precautions had been effected
he'd wind up the engine, There
was a little handle that pulled
out of the flywheel, and with it
he could turn, the engine 'over
and over. It would gasp and
suck, wheeze and blow, and then
he'd hold his other hand over the
choke and it would pop,
Those old engines, so marvel-
ously efficient in their time, were
reluctant to show high enthu-
siasm. The pop "would not be
repeated after any formal rhy-
Never underestimate the power
of a woman with a cheque book..
Talk about a windfall n the
pools . , Three sisters, one the
wife of a hitletielser, another
married to a labourer, and the
third the wife of a filing clerk
have had confirmation that a
super-fOrtune awaits them;
It may well run into millions
of dollars!
All the heiresses-to-be live in.
St. Etienne, an industrial city in
the French midlands. They are
the descendants of a man who
emigrated to the United States
in 1908 from. the Greek island of
Zeros,
Before the end of this year,
these three poor families expect
to be rolling in wealth. And al-
ready begging letters are pour-
ing in „
Says Jean Kritileos, the thirty-
two-year-old billstielter, whose
wife, Kristin a, twenty-few,
should share the huge sum with
her married sisters, Irene Kirie-
els, thirty-two, and twenty-two-
yeas-old Ketty Masse:
"We have been taking some of
our savings out of the bank and
we are buying comforts, Soon
we shall be swimming in money
—that's for sure.
"So we thought we could start
improving our lives as from now!
"Although we haven't got the
money yet, we are swamped
with letters from people all 'ever
the place asking for hand-outs,
"A French bank has even of-
fered me, a billposter, a direc-
torship—on condition that I take
over liability of the bank"!
The search for the money be-
, queathed by a dead man has tak-
en thirty-five years,
It all began when Dimitrios
Stamatakis, tired of poverty,
sailed from Leros to try his luck
in the New World, leaving his
wife, who was expecting their
fifth child, and promising to send
her money later so that she
could join him.
But this arrangement soon
broke down- Poor Dimitrios
must have been dismayed at the
unexplained silence from Greece.
He was not to know — but
what had happened was this:
His letters were intercepted by
a niece, also named Stamatakis,
Who, tempted by the American
dollars they contained, saw to it
they were handed over to her at
tote post-office.
Then, pocketing the cash, she
threw the letters away!
By 1911, Dimitrios had stopped
writing, as there were no replies.
He had moved a few months
earlier to Alaska and his wife,
of course, did not know his new
ad dress.
A year later the thefts .were •
discovered when a neighbour
saw fragments of one of the
letters from the successful emi-
grant scattered on the rubbish
heap in the Greek village.
The police wereinformed and
the niece was arrested. But, on
the very day the trial was to
open, the 1914-18 war broke out
and the Italians occupied the
When the war ,was over and
communications were resumed.
Mrs. Stamatakis had completely
lost touch with her husband in
America.
She was never to see or hear
from him again.
In 1924, Dimitrios's son, Kon-
staribinos, then twenty - three,
tried, in vain, to pick up the
trail of his father in the United
States, But, three years later, his
mother had word from Greek
people visiting Leros that a rich
Greek, named Starnatakis, had
died in America.
Stamatakis, however, is a name
as common as Brown or Smith in
Canada . ,
Konstantinos, still delving
away in the States, set out once
That "Big Giant"
Steam Engine
Leaves wore falliag, the wea-
thhor was crisp, an..pdor of burn-
ingiilled the air. Where was
memory taking me? A long
time ago, a kitchen, the family
beading excitedly over the table
. , why, of comae, the 131g ,Glant
Steam engine!
just about this time of year
The -YOU th'e. Companion sent out
Its annual Announcement Num-
ber, It told about its articles and
stories for next year, And it in-.
eluded the precursors of Ameri-
can mail-order catalogues and
trading stamps, pages and pages
of "Our New Premium Offers:
Greatest Values in Our History."
Of all the incredibly desirable
items there was only one. for me
— the Big Giant,
Yes, here it is, in the Oct, 24,
1912, number of The Companion,
'Even now I quiver to think of it,
What things are there in life to,
day that I want as much as I
wanted . this beautiful creature?
What have years and experience
given me worth as much as s that
boyish ardor?
The Big Giant stood 11-inches
high, the description said; •the
illustration "does not show the
full size." I like that soberly en-
theellin.g account; that mixture
of -mechanics and magic. "The
engine is designed for running
toy maohinery at a high rate of
speed, - The boiler, which is
formed from heavy brass, is ab-
solutely safe," The picture show-
ed' the piston blurred in motion;
steam escaping from the safety
valve,
And to get it, all one had to
do was to secure one new sub-
scription between Oct, 1, 1912,
and, Oct. 1, 1913, and send it,
with 40 cents 'extra for postage,
to Perry Mason Company, Bos-•
ton, Massachusetts,
The first evening we pored
over,the catalogue. The next day
with trembling breath I went
across the street to jolly Mrs,
Jones, mother of Stanleye can
bless her to this day! "Why
yes," she said gravely, "a sub-
scription would make him a
splendid gift." -
And so the day has eomee the
package has arrived always
unexpectedly some autumn aft-
ernoon after school — it is taken
to the kitchen table beside the
coal range ... it is just as lovely
as the illustration!, writes Rich-
ard L, Strout in 1.111e Christian
Science Monitor. •
Now comes unendurable ex-
citement, The boiler is filled
with hot water which shows up
accurately in the little glasss
'gauge. , Wood • alcohol is poured.
over, the swab of cotton and •
burns with a blue flame with
minute sparklets flying upward.
We put it under, the boiler and
wait, my brother and I crouched
in excitement, my mother asking
me in the most flattering manner
imaginable if I think it is safe?.
Steam begins 'to emerge, it
-pours oat, finally the machine
fairly , throbs with suppressed
power. But the balance wheel
doesn't turn.. It is like a 'false,
countdown at Canaveral. By this
time. the Big Giant has assumed
a definite personality, "It is try-
ing so hard," my mother ex-
claims in a tone of excited com-
passion, "Can't we help it in
some way?"
I give the flywheel another
twitch. The piston moves slight-
ly. I try again. Slowly the piston
comes down, retracts, and them
suddenly the flywheel turns, and
in a second more is whirling be-
yond.all description. The engine
is fairly jumping with passionate
energy,. It is enveloped with the
fumes of steam and wood alcohol
(which I can smell to this day)
and we look at each other and •
shout happily,
There is a final pleasure; turn.
the whistle screw and it emits a.
Victerious. blast. It is true
that when the whistle 'blows the
engine stops, But so what? You
can't have everything,
more on his father's traih He was
helped by U.S. officials — and it
was confirmed that a Dimitrios
Stamatakis had died a multi-
millionaire.
Same of his wealth consisted
of a goidmine in Alaska, another
one in Canada, a chain of hotels
in California, some taxicabs
companies—all held in trust by
a bank in Alaska.
But, although the Americans
had all this information, they
were unwilling to give it to Kon-
stantinos without having definite
proof he was the son of Dimi-
trios.
And, when the son returned to
Leros, the occupying Italians re-
fused all his requests. Eventually
they offered to endorse his
rights only if their Government
handled the affair. Konstantinos,
a Greele, said no—and promptly
had his exit visa withdrawn.
So time went by until the
Second World War intervened,
when all researchers stopped.
After that war, useful inform-
ation reached Leros from Koenia
Icalandeos, a sister qE Konstan-
tinos, who had stayed on in Bal-
timore, and—still more valuable
—there were photographs of
Dimitrios.
Konstantinos began again, this
time with the help of an Eygp-
tian lawyer, who was replaced
five years ago by a Greek law-
yer, Maitre J. K. Spithas of
Athens.
He managed to get docUments
from the president of an Alaskan
bank, and it was finally proved
that a -fantastic fortune, indeed,
was awaiting to be collected,
Maitre Spithas, who contacted
members of the family scattered
abroad, eventually said he had
proof that the three women in St.
Etienne have full rights to this
fortune.
As Dimitrios had heard no-
thing from his, wife for so many
years, he had disinherited her
and left all he had to his grand-
children. She, by the way, still
lives on Leros ,
Originally, there were five .
ohildren born to the wife of Dim-
itrios Stamatakis—one ..son and
four daughters. One of the
daughters died—she was the
mother of the three women in.
St. Etienne. Another daughter
still lives in Baltimore, and the
other two) are also alive.
But, like the son, Konstantinesa
who is now sixty-one and a
ship's engineer, they have ne
children.
Blessed areathe
would bossy people do without
us? ISSUE 42 — 1962
Religious Revival
— Russian Style
How Well Do You Know
NORTHWEST AFRICA?
quite done; drain well. Place in
a well-buttered casserole. Pour
tomatoes over zucchini, reserv-
ing a small amount of tomato
liquid. Sprinkle cheese over to-
matoes and top generously with
bread crumbs. Sprinkle lightly
with salt and pepper and dot
with butter. Bake at 325 degrees
F. for 45-'50 minutes, Serves 7-8.
* *
An eggplant recipe was sent
by Mrs. Gwendolyn S. Holley.
EGGPLANT CASSEROLE
1 eggplant
4 slices bacon, chopped
1 large onion, chopped
1 can tomato soup
Peel eggplant and cut into
cubes, Boil 5 minutes in salted
water to cover. Fry bacon until
crisp; remove from skillet and
drain. Put onion into skillet and
fry in the bacon fat until golden
brown. Place eggplant in casser-
ole and add bacon and anion;
top with tomato soup. Bake at
300 degrees F. for one hour.
*
Would you like some Spanish
rice to go with your fresh green
vegetables?. Here is a recipe sent
from Arizona by Ida M. Eggin-
son, who says, "Anyone who en-
joys Spanish dishes will like this
one,"
SPANISH RICE
1 cup raw rice
IA cup salad or olive oil
11/2, cup chopped onion
1 clove garlic, minced
1 cup quick melting Canadian
cheese, cut up
1% cups tomato sauce
1 cup ripe olives, pitted and
cut up •
2 cups water
1 tablespoon chili powder
1 tablespoon paprika
1 teaspoon salt
Fry rice in oil, stirring and
cooking until rice is golden col-
our. Remove from heat and add
onion, garlic, cheese, tomato
sauce, and olives. Moisten chili
powder and paprika with a
small amount of water and add,
with remaining water, to other
ingredients. Stir until well
blended; pour into greased bak-
ing dish. Bake PA hours at, 875
degrees F. *
Or, to go with your fall vege-
tables, you eriaY like these pox-
cupine meat balls sent by Mfrs,
Anna Be Smyth. "These are meat
stretchers," she writes.
PORCUPINE MEAT BALLS
1 pound ground beef
1 teaspoon salt
ea teaspoon pepper
1 egg
cup hot Water
1/2 cup raw rice, rinsed
1 NO, 2. can tomatoes
Small quantity of minced
onion and green pepper
Combine m, e a t, salt, pepper,
egg, hot water, and rice; form
into balls size of an egg Brawn
on all sides in heavy skillet.
Add tomatoes, onion, and green
pepper, Cover and cook slowly
until done (If more moisture is
needed, add tomato juke.)
41
Mrs. Smyth -ale° sent a recipe
for meat balls from Greece'
ATHENS Nitgke BALLS
1 pound lean' ground beef
I teaspoon salt
la teaspoon pepper
1 &Mall clove garlic, Minced
nablespoon ciaisheit Mint
leaves for 1 teaspoon nliiit
Havtitiring)
I• egg •
cup crasher crumbs
Combine all ingredients and
forth into small balls, about 1
inch. Chill for 1 bear, then fry
in olive oil Until brown, train
on absorbent paper; serve with
rice or spaghetti, if desired.
BOMBARD ARSENAL — ranks 'from Campo de' Mayo, fhte
rebel. bombard Esteban de Ludo millitoty OrSeete
al et Ritialeuel Pivot% which cornetts I3uenliS Airet With, Avel.,
'tomcod, ds Argetarmo moved lowurd WOW,
American church leaders have
been returning from the Soviet
Union with reports of unexpects
ed vitality in Russian religious
worship, but the [rend may be
a fleeting one. The Communist
Party ,announeed last month an
accelerated drive against tell
gime, including a major cam-
paign for the "popularNation df
atheism."
The party newspaper Pravda
disclosed that the offensive
would utilize mass media And
reading rooms filled with athelee
tit literature. Based largely on
h e outstanding achievements
of,8oviet science," the atheistic
push already features an ehti-
religiotte museum in Leningrad.
A POW exhibit there jokes that
When cosmonaut Yuri C4agatin
tailed to find paradise in orbit,
ah6rinarl Titov was promptly
sent up to confirm the finding,
IC nit lietidWeiting. Is on the
wall--you shouldn't have gtVeri
the crayons to iii the fleet
Blare,
A seriously injured survivor of
ercithed iri the North Atlantic
ferCork, irelarici, after be-
ship teleriria.
PLAN CRASH sURVIVOrk
the Flying Tigers airlirier 'that
Is, takeh from on RAF helicop
irig ferried from the Merchant
Vegetables are at their peak in
quality now, so you may enjoy
an abundant assortment of them,
and at attractive prices,
Before cooking, remove all in-
edible or "woody" portions, such
as root ends of asparagus, tough
midribs of kale, course outer
leaves of cabbage and Brussels
sprouts, etc. Pare and slit the
thick stems of broccoli; shred
cabbage, carrots, turnips, etc„ or
coarsely grate, them; cube pota-
toes and turnips; slice onions,
carrots, celery, etc.; cut into
strips root vegetables and also
celery, snap beans, potatoes. Se-
parate cauliflower into flower-
lets, and divide or cut large
vegetables into individual serv-
ings:
There are a few basic rules
for cooking all vegetables that
may help you on your fall proj-
ect of giving your family fresh
things from the gardens of the
country. Clean them and keep
them - cool, but, don't' soak them
in water unless a recipe so di-.
rects. Pare thinly. Use freshly
boiling water, and as little as
possible. Boil vegetables ' gently
and cook only until crisply ten-
der. Cover most vegetables to
speed the gentle cooking, writes
Eleanor Richley Johnston in the
,Christian Science Monitor,
**
There are many ways to add
zest to vegetables after they are
cooked. For instance, a sour
cream sauce on cabbage may
make cabbage popular in your
house. Just add 3 tablespoons
each of mustard-baee meat sauce
and sugar to 1 cup commercial
sour cream. Mix until sugar dis-
solves. Or, toileChot wax beans
with dill butter. All you do is
add chopped fee& dill to soften-
ed butter (you decide on the
amount) and top your beans
with it. * *
One of our readers has Sent a
recipe which she developed, in-
cluding both squash and toma-
toes. "Enclosed is a tried' and
true recipe which. I developed,"
writes M r s. Alberta Sandford.
"The beauty of this dish is that
you may vary the quantity of
ingredients according to how
much of each you have On hand,
and it will 'still be tasty,"
, ZUCCHINI-TOMATO
CASSEROLE
3 clips sliced raw zucchini
1 No. 2 can -solid pack
tomatoes
54 cup grated Cheddar cheese
Bread crumbs
Salt and". popper
Butter
Parboil zucchini until not
<',:eses eeseet,