The Brussels Post, 1954-01-20, Page 2TABLE TALKS
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1 don't know how it is in your
home, but many folks of my ac-
quaintance are often up against
the "leftover cake problem " Too
good to throw out — and yet it
hangs around uneaten — What
to do?
Well, here are some sugges-
tions that might be helpful.
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APRICOT CHARLOTTE
6 slices sponge cake about
2"x 6"x1'
1 package vanilla pudding
% cup stewed or canned ap-
ricots, drained and chopped
1 tablespoon confectioners'
sugar
1 cup whipping cream.
Prepare pudding according to
directions on the package and
chill in the refrigerator, then fold
in the drained, chopped apricots.
Line sherbet glasses with sponge
cake slices, one to a glass, in.
- circular shape. Fill centres with
the apricot mixture, top with
whipped cream, and garnish with
a minted cherry. Six servings.
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PLUM DESSERT
1 cup plum pulp (fresh or
canned)
, X4 cup orange juice -
1 tablespoon lemon juice
% cup sugar
% teaspoon salt
?cup heavy cream, whipped
2 egg whites, beaten stiff
3 cups coarse cake crumbs.
If fresh plums are used, cook
in a small amount of water until
soft; cool. Remove pits and put
through a sieve. Add ,fruit juices,
sugar and salt. Fold in whipped
cream and beaten egg whites. In
a refrigerator tray alternate lay-
ers of cake crumbs and plum
mixture. Chill in refrigerator but
do not freeze. Six to eight serv-
ings.
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TOASTED CAKE and PEACHES
8 four -inch rounds lett-over
cake
8 peach halves, canned or
fresh
M5 cup whipping cream
1 tablespoon sugar
% teaspoon grated orange
rind
Toast rounds of cake under the
Pop -Eyed Pooch — Neighborhood
kids in Ottawa get a big kick aut
of "Lady," who, as shown
above, just loves to drink pop
through a straw. The six-year-
sid pointer is the pet of Jo Ruth
!gel.
broiler unit. Place a halved peach
on top of each round and top
with the whipped dream which
has been sweetened and mixed
with the grated orange rind. For
a fancier touch, the whipped
cream may be forced onto the
peaches through a pastry tube.
Half a maraschino cherry on the
top of each also adds a decora-
tive •touch. Six servings.
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Here are a couple of additional
suggestions for using stale cake:
Topping for Coffee Cake:
Crumble to make about one cup
of coarse crumbs, Combine with
one-quarter cup of butter or
margarine and one-quarter cup
Of sugar that have been creamed
together. Sprinkle the mixture
over a baking -powder . coffee
cake before it goes into the oven.
Topping for Sundae: Crumble
stale cake or cookies 'to make
one cup and combine with one-
quarter cup of chopped nuts—
almonds are particularly nice.
Spread mixture on a cookie sheet
and toast for 10 minutes in a
moderate oven. Serve on vanilla
ice cream.
Coarsiey crumbled stale cake
added to any cookie batter makes
a delightfully crunchy -product.
Built Trick House
To Scare Women
"You look like a human tele-
graph pole!" jeered a pretty girl
at tall, thin Dr. Edwin Sandy.
The seven words set in train a
future of confusion and indigni-
ties for scores of women the girl
was never to know.
Jilted by the only girl he want-
ed to marry, this 6 -foot 9 -inch
wealthy Californian medical man
turned bitter. Secretly, he swore
revenge on all women.
His chief weapon in a life's
work of making women look
foolish in the eyes of men was
an amazing 52 -roomed mansion
at Susanville, that came to be
known as "Sandy's Funfair."
Specially built on seven piles
shaped like women's legs, it
was cunningly fitted with scores
of traps to trick female guests.
There he invited week -end
mixed parties. When the- guests
arrived the suavely courteous
doctor led the women to their
rooms. "You will find your own
way down, all right," he assured
the smiling ladies.
But smiles turned to shrieks.
Dainty cosmetics set out on
dressing -tables turned feminine
faces shiny black and bilious
green—an hour after use, in the
middle of dinner,
Turning to make the most of
their appearances in the fitted
mirors, even the prettiest wom-
an cried out. For every glass dis-
torted her reflection into that of
an ugly hag.
Leaving her room to join the
other guests downstairs, an un-
suspecting woman set foot on the
top step of the stairs. Immediate-
ly the whole flight flattened into
a slide! On her back, arms and
legs waving, she slid helplessly
down to land among a crowd of
laughing men.
.Another trap awaited the wom-
an who chose a second stairway.
Descending with dignity, a sud-
den gust of air blew her dress
over her head in full view of the
men.
Many women sighed with re-
lief when bedtime arrived. But
bed was no refuge for the tor-
mented sex. As they leaned
back on their pillows, their eyes
riveted in horror on the ceilings.
Chapel Of ice '— Members of Delta Kappa Epsilon. Fraternity at
Syracuse University bulit this impressive Christmas chapel of ice
on the lawn of their fraternity house. The 14 -foot structure is
illuminated' from within, and chimes are provided by a record
player,
Guessrag On:se-Here's a parlor game for those jorip winter evenirjgs.•iThis abbndonedcar, with
Ws once -gay message, was found at the bottom of a snail canyon intth'e Bigt•Sur country, 30
miles south of Monterey, Calif. Of a model apparently dating -from the IateFTwenties; the hulk
has been there for some time, judging by the heigh't'of the shrub growing through the front
floorboards. Let amateur scenario writers give fhciranswers to the questions it poses: Who were
the presumably happy newlyweds? Where are they ndw?' How did the car get there?'Those
small round holes, two between the ".U" and the "S•'; one on the crossbar of the "A", another
between the "R" and "I"; and three in a line below the word "Married"—are they bullet hole's?
If so, who was the"heavy" who fired the shots?
In each room the ceiling was
painted with a scene from his-
tory, revealing lurid details of
women betraying men to shame-
ful deaths. Loud -speakers added
other details.
Helfer-Skelter Bed
An unmarried girl was always
selected by the doctor for a final
embarrassment, As she slid be-.
tween the sheets her bed began
to move ... She screamed as it
raced towards the wall, which
parted to let her pass.
On rails, in a winding helter-
skelter, bed and girl sped down
from floor to floor to burst through
another opening into the ball -
Tomes, There it stopped, to 'toss
her out on to the floor!
"Doctor, doctors" cried the
furious women from all parts of
the crazy funfair house. But
lovelorn Edwin Sandy, who spent
a fortune making women foolish,
had vanished—until the time was
ripe to hold another women -
baiting week -end.
World's Longest
Bowling Game
Here's a story that's still mak-
ing the rounds in bowling cir-
cuits all over the city of Buffalo,
New York, although it happen-
ed many years ago — back m
1934.
On the evening of March 22
one of the local alleys was play-
ing host to members of the
Genesee Business House League.
Barney Koralewski, one of the
sharpshooters of the loop, could
always be counted on for a hot
performance, and this. night was
no exception. With the greatest
of ease, Barney got the range of
the one -three pocket and stacked
up eight strikes in a row.
There's nothing like a poten-
tial 300game to break down
barriers between teams, and by
the time Barney picked up his
ninth ball, the other keglers in
the place had forgotten their
own games and were concen-
trating on rooting him home
with a perfect score. The alley
was tense with excitement as
Barney dusted his sweating
palms on the chalk and took his
stance. There was hardly a
breath taken as he leaned for-
ward to line up his next roll.
Koralewski never got a chance
to throw that ball. Just as he
started his run to the foul line,
the lights in the alleys went out,
forcing Barney to pull up short
and stop his throw. The place
was in an uproar, and the man-
ager frantically `tried to ' re-
assure the crowd, now busily
striking snatches to pilot its way
around the darkened pin palace.
He explained that the power
was cut off due to an electrical
storm and that it would soon
be turned on again. Order re-
turned to the crowd, but it
fidgeted nervously .while wait-
ing for play to be resumed. And
then someone remembered Bar- '
ney Koralewski and his eight
straight strikes; and the house
was- soon buzzing with specu-
lative gossip.. It'd be tough on
Barney when the lights . were
turned an again, Maybe he was
too cold and too nervous to pile
in the four hits he needed.
There was a whole week to
speculate about Barney's
chances to throw a 300 game,
because the power couldn't be
turned on that night, and the
league president announced that
competition would be suspend-
ed until the following week,
when . all teams would be re-
quired to finish their games be-
fore rolling any new ones. There
was never another week like
that in Buffalo; particularly for
Barney. He was - a • nervous man
when he appeared on the same
alleys on March 29 to finish a
game he'd started rolling a week
before. The scorer announced
that Barney had eight strikes in
the eighth frame as he picked
up his ball
Oh, Deer-Finaify Got Him — After five years of hunting, Mrs.
H. L. Ripley finally made her first kill, and only 12 minutes after
the hunting season opened. The animal was expected to dress at
about 250 pounds.
Without a warmup, his nerv-
ousness increasing with every
second, Barney Koralewski, who .
had started a 300 game a week
before and had been stopped
by an electrical storm, demon-
strated a little electricity him-
self. In the next few minutes
he slammed home .four straight
strikes to finish his perfect game
and win the little gold meds; of
,he American Bowling Congress.
The A.B.C. didn't give any
official recognition to the dis-
tinction between this perfect .
score of Barney's and other
perfect games which had been
rolled in the past, but they
should have inscribed some-
where on that • neat little piece
of gold, "To Barney Koralew-
ski: for skill, fortitude, and
great patience in a great game."
Who Called Them
'The Weaker Sex'?
A few days ago Mrs. Ann Dav-
idson, 38 -year-old British author-
ess, reached Florida after crossing
the Atlantic singlehanded.
Her voyage took some 15
months from Britain and was ac-
complished in the "Felicity Ann,"
a yacht little bigger than a row-
ing boat.
Such a voyage would daunt the
courage of many a seaman, yet
this woman set out to finish what
she and her husband had begun.
And she began her lone voyage
afresh after her husband had been
drowned.
By travelling between 8,000 and
9,000 miles in her 23 -foot boat,
Mrs. Davidson has proved once
again that women are no longer
the weaker sex,
Another outstanding woman of
today is Jacqueline Auriol, the
daughter-in-law of an ex -Presid-
ent of France, and a daring air-
woman.
Rivalling her Is a 41 -year-old
American, Jackie Cochran. Today
this woman, who began life in a
beauty parlour, but who has been
fascinated by airplanes and
speed, holds the record for the
fastest woman on earth. She has
flown a Canadian Sare jet at
more than 650 m.p.h.
Daring women are everywhere
today, challenging men in the
most dangerous and hazardous
of occupations.
During World War Il a woman
pilot, Hanna Reitsch, took part in
the testing of steered V -l's, She
helped to test the idea of steering
flying bombs to the heart of the
Allied strategic resources,
She once watched Ave of the
bombs launched from an, aircraft
blow up in mid-air ae she awaited
her turn to take -off. Soon site
was airborne in the' V'-1. and trav-
ailing at 530 m.p,h.
Combs Same Style.
As Cleopatra Used
Take a look at that comb on
your dressing -table or in your
handbag, The comb Cleopatra
used was of the same pattern—
a pattern even then established
for thousands of years in all parts
of the world.
It is strange that in spite .of the
enormous changes in clothes and
fashion since Cleopatra's days,
.and all the advances of science
which tlivide the primitive bow -
and -arrow from the rocket -pro-
pelled, wireless -directed "arrow"
of to -day, the comb on your
dressing -table is just the same
have been excavated from Swiss'
in principle as those which
lake -dwellings thousands and
thousands of years old, The
combs found in so many an-
cient Egyptian tombs are of
the same pattern, though fash-
ioned in finer materials, includ-
ing ivory, and sometimes decor-
ated with inlays of coloured
glass and gold.
Ladies in ancient Greece and
Rome used combs of boxwood,
sometimes elaborately ornament-
ed, but still of the same pattern
as those used by their sisters of
earlier civilizations. In the Brit-
ish Museum there is a comb from
ancient Rome which is astonish-
ingly like those "small -tooth"
combs we use now!
We can take our Time -Machine
through later history and always
we find the same familiar pat-
tern—combs carved with saints
and angels in mediaeval times,
ornamented with "loves" and
cupids by the Italians of the Re-
naissance, decorated with paint-
ed gesso by the French, made of
silver and used in public by be -
wigged men of the seventeenth
century!
Well, there you are - wood,
bone, buffalo horn, ivory, tor-
toiseshell, bamboo from Asia, co-
conut palm from Polynesia, all
kinds of metals, rubber and plas-
tic have bean pressed into service
in the interests of hair hygiene
and decoration, without . one im-
portant change in 5,000 ,years —
Last year, 1953, that pattern
becanie forthe first time out of
date -1 In 'conditions of some se-
crecy a very famous hair -brush
manufacturerh.asdeveloped
what is claimed to be the first
actual improvement to the comb
in 6,000 years.
What is the closely guarded
secret of the new comb? Al-
though it looks like a specially
nice ordinary conlb, when yea
comb your hair with it the teeth
don't just stick out stiff. and rig -
Id In the way combs have always
dan, with only thre Or four points
touching your scalp at a time.
they slide back a little way into
the base so that their paints con-
form exactly to the shape of
your head as the comb passe.
through your hairs
Do Animals Possess
Second Sight ?
Is your dog or cat gifted with
second sight? Twenty-nine-year-
old Martha Shagton, of Johannes-
burg, sleeping eefully in her•
ed, felt a sudden tug at - the
sheets. Waking, she 'as startled
find Bruce, the family's pat
dog, scampering to and from the
bedroom door. She- followed him
downstairs and there, before the
fireplace, was her husband's pho-
tograph lying onthefloor —
smashed, -
A refrigerator salesman, he'
was on a business trip 250 -miles
away, After snuffling round the
picture, .Bruce 1'"an licking his
master's face amid the glass splin-
ters, and then, as he gazed up at
Mrs. Shagton with melancholy
eyes, let out a half -strangled bark.
Then the telephone bell rang,
and she lifted the receiver- to
hear the voice of a stranger. His
message was terse and terrible,
Your husband, it grieves me to
say, has been killed in a car
crash" The time of the accident
coincided exactly with that when
Bruce awoke her. The - dog, -it
seemed, had"seen" through space
the crash which killed his mas-
ter.
Because of their devotion to
human beings, many animals en-
dure just such pangs of emotion
in times of stress as sensitive nien
and women.
A Professor of Engineering at
King's College, London, the late
H. Robinson, had three pets in
his family circle: a sagacious Pe-
kinese and two cats.
At the Professor's last illness,
his pets sat silently outside his
bedroom door, their expressions
heavy - eyed, themselves inert.
Their appetites dwindled to al-
most nothing. Then, finally, while
the family sat waiting in a room
below, leaving two watchers by
the bedside, a slight scuffle was
heard on the stairs.
A moment or so later, all three
pets trooped solemnly into the
room. It was the first time for
three days that they had aban-
doned their vigil, and their mes-
sage was clear. Neither of the
two human watchers by the Pro-
fessor's bed had stirred. Yet the
animals knew he was no longer
alive. '
Many of us have watched sheep
dog trials, where highly trained
Scottish border collies, in obedi-
ence.to their shepherds' ,whistles
and signals, pen sheep with un-
canny precision,
James M:' Wilson of Innerleithen,
perhaps Scotland's greatest sheep-
dog 'handler and breeder, tells
what was the forest example of
canine intelligence in his- ex-.-
perience. "
It occurred he explained, one
wintry morn when he was tramp-
ing -the snowbound hills with Fly,
his International Champion of
1928. In a gully, he found a ewe
stamping forlornly about her
still -born lamb. As was his cus-
tom, he skinned the lamb, intend-
ing to rub its coat against a mo-
therless lamb, thus reconciling
the unhappy eye to the role of
foster -mother.
Leaving Fly in charge of her,
he set off to look . for similar
casualties. On h i s return, both
animals, to his surprise, had van-
ished. He whistled, but there was
no response. Divining his inten-
tion, Fly had driven the ewe, un
aided, across a mile of tricky,
ridges, and now stood proudly
waiting his corning on guard out-
side the sheep's- pen. A mind-
reader could not have done bet-
ter.
Berwick shepherds still speak
affectionately today of "iir6'a 'Wat-
tle, "the doug wi' men's brains,"
who belonged to Robert Wight -
man of Leitholm. So human In
understanding was Wattie that
his master used to talk to him at
man to man,
"Slip doon, grid doug, to the
hoose for ma elippin'-breeks," he
would say, "And • be quick as ye
can; it's gaun to be nicht' tore
we git started." And sure enough
Wattle would dart off and soon
comestrugglingback with Wight -
man's clipping togs in his teeth.
The story is told of how once at
St, &swell's Fair, Wightman in-
terrupted a crowd of lads while
they were booting a football
around and borrowed the cap of
one of them named Jamie Brown.
Then, sending Wattle out of sight,
he asked the other lads to whisk
off their caps and pile them in a
heap. He then hid Jamie's among
'them.
"Wattle, d'ye think ye could
seek cot Jamie Brown's bonnet?"
he asked, having whistled the dog
back. Straightway Wattie ran to
the heap and snatched up one,
Which Jamie Brown promptly
claimed, •
There was a veteran Ayles-
bury shepherd, whose dog Rosie '
fell Mind in her old . age, So he
summoned an R.S.P.C.A. inspec-
tor to put a merciful end to her.
She was kennelled as usual .in
the barn. The shepherd whistled
her for the last time, mournfully
thinking: "Ah, Rosie, you've spar-
ed ie manya weary mile."
But Rosie did not emerge. He
had never known her fail like
this in all their twelve :years of
association. And then he went
to the barn, there was the blind,
faithful old dog, quaking like a
leaf.
Some powers of premonition
may distinguish_ cats, too, espe-
cially the slant -eyed Siamese,
whose inscrutable black "masks"
suggest many an Eastern sorcer-
er's secrets or magic looked with-
in. Many families exist
today because of their pets' time-
ly warning of fire, subsiding cliffs,
floods, a baby about to be smoth-
ered in her sleep, or some other
impending fatality.
Tie a ,tiny bell, as a warning
device to the neck of every bot-
tle containing poison. And keep
the bottles on top shelf of cabinet.
In Civies — Marshal Klement' E.
Voroshiiov, chairman of the Pre-
sidium of the Supreme Soviet of
the U. S. S. R., wears civilian
clothes as he poses for his latest
portrait. Long a military hero,
his position is comparable to
president of Russia.
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Time To Spare -- If you're a visitor and want to find out what
time It is bask home, there's no figuring to do if you; happen to
be - at the Rhine -Main airport in Frankfurt, Germany. A new -
electric clock has been installed which will give you the time
of many principal cities throughout the world. Frankfurt time
is shown by the arrow at the top of the dial, and minutes by
the center hand and dial. With this clock you can tell immedi-,
ately that when it's 1 p.m. in Frankfurt, itwillbe 7 a.m. in
Toronto