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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1963-09-05, Page 5Auction 3uy reveals A Surprise! I was to go to college! Some- how it had been managed, and • was excited with joy and anti - 'k pation, All the family joined in the project of getting me ready by donating clothes and advice, One of the cousins teased me about the clothes. "From the err you'll look like Aunt Mol- lie," he said, "but from the rear we'll swear it's Mary Ellen; It was a hodgepodge of a wardrobe, but I just laughed and said, "At least they all fit well. When I began to think of packing, it was another matter. Dad said, "Not one more thing can I manage. You'll have to use a box." A box! I couldn't bear to think of going to college with my clothes in a box. I didn't mind the hand-me-downs— they could be worn with an air— but in my imagination I could see every other girl unpacking a beautiful trunk. I worried and fretted until the trunk be- came an obsession. 0--0--0 It was Aunt Kate who came up with an idea. She called me up one day. ,."Janie," she said, "I just read in the paper that the bank is having an auction of the old West estate this after- noon. They might have some- thing interesting. Anyway, we'd have fun. Let's go!" We could hardly edge our way into the crowd, but Aunt Kate was a determined woman. She sailed through like a kite, elbows flying. I was the tail of the kite. The holiday spirit of the crowd was contagious and soon we were having the time of our lives. Aunt Kate bid on an old coffee mill and got it for a dollar. "What will you do with it?" 1 asked. "Make a lamp or a planter," was her ready reply. When all the old furniture, linens, quilts, oriental rugs, and knicknacks had been dis- posed of, the auctioneer started * ' n pots, pans, and dishes. His enthusiasm was waning and so was mine. Just then Aunt Kate gave me a sharp nudge. "Look!" she whispered, "See what the men are bringing out?' Sure enough, it was a trunk, somewhat battered and bent, but beautiful to my eyes. I was quivering like a puppy, but Aunt Kate whispered, "Now act like you don't give a hoot. I'll do the bidding." I nodded. I couldn't have spoken anyway. "What am I bid for this fine trunk and contents?" cried the auctioneer, "One dollar!" yelled Aunt Kate. "One dollar?" in hurt tones from the auctioneer. "Come on, lady. Look at those labels! This trunk has been across the ocean." "It looks it," Aunt Kate sniffed. "A dollar and a half," came a voice from the rear. In my excitement I pinched Aunt Kate. It seemed forever before she called out, "One seventy-five." "No quarter bids, lady", warned the auctioneer. "Oh, well, two dollars, then," said Aunt Kate indiffer- ently. Because it was late and the auctioneer felt the growing restlessness of the crowd, he closed the bid and Aunt Kate paid the money. The trunk was ours! When we got home every- one gathered around to look at the trunk. Dad said, "I can take some of the dents out," and Mother offered to paint it. Someone said, "What are we waiting for! Let's open it." 0--0--0 The lid was stuck and when it finally came open, we all agreed the owner must have been a collector of odds and ends, Such a conglomeration— ticket stubs, hairnets, pins, dental floss, small bottles, old programmes, balls of knotted twine, and numerous spools of thread. We thought everything was out until Dad turned it up- side down and gave the bottom a thump. Out fell a little chamois bag with a drawstring. It hit the floor with a faint clink. We looked at each other but Aunt Kate was first to act. She pounced on the bag, opened it, turned it upside down and shook it, Two gold pieces rolled to- ward my feet-,-20-dollar gold pieces! For a moment every- one just stared; then we all started talking at once. It was Dad who brought me down to earth with, "We'll have to take the money back to the bank, you know." Aunt Kate muttered something about finders keepers and I halfway agreed with her, but all the time we knew Dad was right. At the bank they asked us to come right inside the little fence and talk to the president. When we had told our story, he took his time about answering, "Now let me ask one thing," he said, "did the auctioneer say, "trunk and contents?" 0--0--0 "Yes, he did!" Aunt Kate answered quickly. I nodded, too. "Well, then," said the bank- er, "it is my considered opin- ion, in view of all the facts, that the gold pieces belong to the present owner of the trunk. However, if you so desire, the bank will purchase them from you for 75 dollars." Seventy-five dollars! For once Aunt Kate was speechless. After a hurried consultation, we all agreed it was best to sell Aunt Kate declared she never had had so much fun and wouldn't take a penny of the money, so I went off to college with a trunk for my clothes and extra money to spend. The old trunk served me well through the years, Now, battered and bent, but still in service, it rests in my attic. It's filled with blankets and memories. —Irene Flory, in Christian Science Monitor. CHEESE PIE? Sweet Cheese is not a dairy product. Japanese Pie is not a pastry product. Winter Crook - neck is not a form of rheuma- tism. They all are varieties of pumpkin. Test Fabrics in Artificial Light In selecting fabric's for new draperies and slipcovers it's important to consider how the colors will look under artificial light, If you make a poor fabric choice, the same room that looks bright and gay in natural light may take on a dull, drab appearance under artificial lights. All colors fade visually to some degree under electric lights, but a recent study by lighting experts revuals that colors of cotton hold up hest under electric light. Fibre blends frequently have a dusty appearance under lights when one of the components retains its color to a greater degree than another. Wingham Advance -Times, Thursday, Sept. 5, 1963 --'Page 5 LITTLE TRUDY HOLMES won the first prize for the best Indian costume in the Fron- tier parade. Runners-up were Trudy Templeman and Jane Bateson,—A-T Photo, Not Fain and Games By Ann Bowman Mona was a young reporter who'd been assigned the police court beat and was fed up. Now she was even more fed up since being assigned research for a story that looked as if it was going to be for the birds. She made her way to the office of the director of volun- teers in the great hospital. Be- hind the desk sat a tall, serious looking woman with shrewd eyes that looked as if they'd been trained not to miss much, and outlined the story she'd beer. told to get. "Oh, yes," said the director, "but before I give you material on the work we do, perhaps you'd like to see over the hospital. It's considered one of the finest in the world, you know." They waited for one of a number of elevators. 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But many of them, including the adult women, find it too heart -breaking to take for too long at a time. They are allowed a little time off, and then are back on duty again." "What do you mean, allow- ed time off, on duty? Do you mean the Cancer Society volun- teers don't just come in and out when they feel like it?" "Oh, dear me no," smiled the director, closing the door on the Children's Wing. "Our volunteers are screened care- fully before we take them on, 'so that we may be certain they are women who really want to work—and work hard. If they volunteer to come it must be for certain hours and definite lengths of time, Should they fail to turn up, without very good reason, more than three times, we no longer require they should come at all." "I thought they were all society women." "By no means. Some of the volunteers are, indeed, of wives of wealthy men, but they work just as hard and as long as do those who are not at all well off. Those, for in- stance, who give free hair- dressing services, come here after a full day's work in a beauty parlour. Those who look after bingo and movies are office girls who work here in the evening, and so on." "What else do they do?" "Our services are many and varied, from letter writing to recreational therapy. The morale of cancer patients is a vital factor in this disease, and this our volunteers must strive always to keep high. There is a continuous training for all of the volunteers, particularly for those serving in the Children's Wing, when they must come in contact with parents whose hearts are sore indeed. You see?" "I'm beginning to," said Mona. As she was led towards the area where patients waited, afraid and lonely, to go to the treatment rooms, and saw the volunteers sitting with them, es- corting them to doctors and nurses, talking to them, offer- ing tea, she began to have a fondness for the story she'd pro- bably be asked to write, for which she was only just beginn- ing the research, It was a challenge. She'd go back to her paper and write for those who thought the way she'd done Peel Onions Under Water Almost everyone who has invaded a kitchen has been re- duced to tears, at one time or another, by a recipe that starts "Slice three large onions, .. " Will power doesn't help, for there is a good reason why onions make you cry. Cover- ing the eye is a very sensitive membrane known as the con- junctiva, It lines the inner sur- face of the eyelids and gives the surface of the eyeball a trans- parent covering. This is what hurts when a small pebble or fleck of dust irritates the eye. In the case of the onion, according to researchers, this vegetable contains an oily chemical which evaporates into the air and is highly irritating to the conjunctival membrane. To help the situation, the tear glands begin producing in an effort to wash the vapor away. Eye drops may also be used to relieve the irritation. However, people who like fresh onions need not despair. Holding them under cold water while you peel will be a help- ful aid when you are preparing your favorite recipe. Care of Gloves Good grooming requires spotless gloves. To keep cot- ton gloves bright and new look- ing, wash them before they become badly soiled. Use cool water and mild soap flakes. Since knuckle and fingertip areas tend to pick up heavier soil, scrub these areas with a soft, well -lathered brush before washing. Rinse in clear, cool water. Then roll the gloves in a terry cloth towel and squeeze to re- move all excess water. This also keeps colored gloves from streaking. 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