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The Brussels Post, 1949-10-19, Page 7On Business 13y Richard Mill Midmost When Doug Pringle signed a contract to illustrate stories for Midweek Fiction magazine at a fig. are that surpassed, any amount he had ever earned in the rather un- certain past, he felt that he had reached a milestone in his career, "Now," he declared to his wife, Aggie, "we can begin to have a few of the tihings we've been doing without for the past seven years." "And the first thing we'll have," Aggie told, him, "will be a nice' little camp on Spur Lake where you can work amid surroundings that you love and where, accord- ingly, things will be easier for both of us." "The camp," he told her gravely. "will come immediately after Mrs. Pringle has replenished her ward- robe," It turned out that Aggie could have her new clothes and they could purchase the camp and not feel too extravagant They went up to Spur Lake the following week and talked to a real estate agent. They had been there many times before. They knew just what they wanted for a camp site and where they wanted it. That afternoon, the real estate agent made the easiest sale he'd transacted in years. The Pringles sat down and made up a schedule of guests for week-. ends. They wanted to have com- pany. This was the first time they had Lived in a place big enough to hold guests conveniently. They were very eager to share their possession. And so, two weeks ''later, the firstn uests arrived. Doug g v yadAg- gie . slept in: the- workroom - and everything was fine. All hands had a swell time. The guests departed in high enthusiasm. In fact, their en- thusiasnt apparently bubbled over, for in the middle of the following week some friends, dropped in who had "heard so much about the cute "Now," he declared to his wife, Aggie, "we can begin to have a few• of the things we've bean doing without for the past seven years." little camp that the Pringles had bought," Aggie and Doug asked them to stay overnight and they did. The summer hadn't progressed very far when Doug decided they ought to turn the present work- shop orkslop into another bedroom. "I'll build a studio for myself downby the lake, it seems there are a lot of people who are just dying to see our cute little camp" Aggid said, "Sure." ' So the Pringles built a studio for Doug, a rather attractive building that added to the general outlay. "Gosh) After all, I'm a working mat)," Doug said. "It's fun haSing guests, though," .Aggie saki, He moved into it with all of his equipment—and the next week -end Aggie moved id1 with hint. :n August, the Hollands arrived. The Hollands were bores. Steve Holland belonged to Doug's golf club. They were friends of sone of th' 1?ringles' friends. However, they arrived and Mrs. l4olland spied the studio and she • wanted to look at it. Aggie smiled wearily, She was getting used to this sort of thing, She led 'them down to Doug's workshop and Mrs.. Holland peeked inside. ' "Why, there's no one there)" she exc aimed. Aggie nodded. "Doug's away on business." The Hollands were disappointed al not being able to see the artist at work, but there' was nothing they could do about it. They de- parted shortly after, At dinner time, Doug cause home in high spirits, "I've found just the place that I wanted, A room right in the heart of Goodwin's business district. Plenty of noise and dust—a place where a Mali can do a real day's work without being bothered. Aggie smiled fondly, "The ' Brants are arriving to - Ill "Swell1" said Doug. "Show thein the works and tell thein I'ns away —on busines." "I've been' going out with the same girl every Monday and Thurs- day for six yearn," "Then why don't you marry her?" "What! And have nowhere to go on Mondays and Thursdays?" Here is Alvinna's fall and winter wardrobe. The lrrisdescent station wagon coat (left) has a full mouton collar. The •Elressmaker raincoat combines style and utility, while the all -wool tartan topcoat is treated to withstand rain. It conies with the matching beret. Ark HRONICLES INGER£&RM Gavx-dcAixle' P. C1e„i,ike That news from the West that •I mentioned last week . . yes, I must tell you about it if only to keep the record straight. A friend of mine living near here went to Vancouver for a vacation En route she and her husband visited friends in Saskatchewan. One of them asked my friend if she knew Mrs. Clarke, author of Ginger Farm, 'and who, at one time lived near Chaplin. Being satisfied on that point she coentinued "When you get home I wish 'you would give this paper to Mrs. Clarke so that she can nee for herself that Chaplin is NOT a town •on the "treeless" prairie as she so often de- scribes it." The paper in question was a copy of the Regina Leader - Post and int big headlines it had 'this—"Chaplin—the town of Many Trees!" And therea were piotures to prove 1t. Partner .and I could hardly get the story read 'quick enough. Apparently in 1927—four years after we left—one man Set out to, prove, ,that the prairie could grow trees. He set out 500 that year, and they grew and flourished. He continued planting trees, year after year, so' that today- there are thousands, mostly cottonwoods, with a few poplars and elms: 'The story went on to give the history of the little prairie town, giving many names that were strange to us but a few that we knew and re- membered. Then all at once Part- ner startled me by exclaiming— "Holy smoke—can this be Tom's boy?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, look who wrote this," Partner continued, "George Mur- phy 1" No wonder Partner exclaimed because, when we first went west "Partner worked for a fanner - rancher nailed Tom Murphy and we lived with them for nearly a year. Tom was married and had one son—George. The farm was about a quarter of a mile from the village and the Writer of the article says'that as a child he remembers "watching a caravan of wheat wagons conning from the south to Chaplin," We are pretty sure, just from that, that the writer of the story is the boy George that we knew, Life is fall of coincidences, isn't it? We are so pleased that the paper was sent to us and I do want to thank nny Saskschewan reader for her kind thought. And I an: glad "Oh, he's always got•to go every body one batttief". to stand corrected . 1 am glad to know the "treeless prairie" of our time is • treeless no longer. However, looking back, Partner and I do =remember that a few farmers, even then, were making some attempt to grow shelter belts, but. when we left they were very far from being trees. The story is very encouraging as it is proof of what can be done to stop soil ero- sion. We remember the sand blow- ing across the prairie and the tum- ble weed lining the fences, so we are at lad to know thatlast ass titere is 'something there to break the wind and stop the drifting sand. And now we conte back to Ont- ario; back to our own locality, where, yesterday, our local Fall Fair held the spotlight. It' was a good fair, well organized,' with something going on. all the time. And there were so many cattle we wondered whether a second C.N.E. was developing. And were we happy when some of our own neighbours got the red ribbonf And there was the Girls' Pipe Band . belonging to our own county—and so smart in their out- fits. The W.I. exhibit was proof positive—if any were needed—of what our farm women can accom- plish in artistic work, no matter how busy they are with their every- day work. And the people one meets ... Old friends, new friends, and, in my case so often someone comes along who says -"We al- ways have the hone -town paper sent on to us .and I always enjoy your column." Naturally that pleases me because I want people , to like what 'I write—although I often wonder why they should! I never expect •to set the Thames on fire but if I can "get next" to the folk who read this column then what more can I ask? Maybe it's a case of "the one touch of nature that makes the w.hole world kin." One thing is certain we are all one kin in this latest mix-up we've got ourselves into. You can't avoid it whether you stay on fast time or go back to standard. It's terrific) Imagine taking a trip from here across country. You leave on fast time, at Guelph you set your watch back an hour, you go on to Kitch- ener and you're an hour slow. And so it goes—all the way down to Montreal. Even the papers don't know how to get things straight- ened out. The regular radio pro- gram gives Lux radio at nine, else- where in the paper it says ten o'clock. Oh well ... if we get time changes solved then we can try figuring ant the sterling question! NICE PICK-UP A Canadian National Railways fireman recently was credited witit an assist by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. While leaning " from the cab of a locomotive run- ning between Sackville and Am- herst, 'Arthur Brewster spotted a cash register hs the ditch along the rigdat of way. He retrieved k and turned it over to the R.C.M.P. Ott, arrival at Amherst. The cask register proved to be one stolen from the Federated Cereal Com- pany of.'Anilherst. While the folding Money was missing, the register which still' contained some wine, was Itself worth $450.. Wiong Word • A young man was driving at high ,,peed along a country road. "Isn't itwonderful?" he said to the girl sitting beside him. "Speed like this for mile after mile. Doesn't it make you glad you're alive?" "Glad?" she exclaimed, . "I'm amazed!" Spun A Coin Won $7500 The institnet to gamble la as old as man himself. Through the ages it has taken many forms, but the desire to profit from the turn of chance has never changed. ,,Gambl- ing in one shape or other never ceases, Lotteries originated in Italy and, passing by way of France, arrived in England in 1569, during the reign of Queen Elizabeth. With typical shrewdness, Elizabeth realised that this was a good opportunity to add to the national revenue. It was therefore arranged that " a very rich lottery -general of money, plate and certain sorts of merchandise" would be held, Its object was to provide funds for the repair of harbour and fortifications of the country. The first prize was worth about £5,000. The tickets were sold at ten shillings each, and they could be divided or subdivided for the con- venience of these unable to afford such a large sun:. This first English lottery was not a great success. It was some- thing new and the people were sus- picious. Sale of the 400,000 tickets was very slow, and the Queen began to get annoyed. She isued a procla- mation declaring that the lottery was genuine and pointing out its advantages. But the scepticism per- sisted. Only 4,000 tickets were sold. One of the worst times inthe history of English gambling was in the 17th century, Every form of wagering was rife, much of it was dishonest, and all of it became a real social menace, Fortunetellers did a roaring trade in prophesying lucky numbers. Lottery draws were scenes of excitement and trag- edy. Doctors always attended the gatherings to "let blood" in cases where the sudden realisation of good or bad fortune had an over- powering effect, for the results were frequently followed by sui- cides, violence and robberies. The cult of lotteries seemed to bring in its train a very fetish of every possible form of gambling. Cock fighting, bear baiting, grey- hound coursing, cards and dice all served to provide excuses for heavy wagers. It became so bad that laws were passed in an effort to restrict the people's extravagance, It was decreed that anyone who lost more than k100 by gambling was not compelled to pay the debt. But no respect was shown for the law— especially by the rich, It is recorded that at this time the Duchess of Mazarin won £1,400 in one night from Nell Gwynne playing basset,, and £8,000 from the Duchess of Portsmouth. Even the austere William III lost £2,500 to the pro- fessional gambler. Richard Bour- ehier, who followed this by win- ning £1,500 from the Elector of Bavaria, which he promptly doubl- ed by tossing "doubles or quits." It soon became clear that gambl- ing was fast becoming a social evil. Many of the poor were starving M their efforts to win fortunes in lotteries and by wagers. Moro laws were passed to curb the ex- cessive losses. If a player paid out more than £10 in a wager and lost, he could reclaim ,the money If he brought an action against the whi- ner within three months, But gradually uneasiness at mak- ing lottery revenue began to be felt by the Government. In October, 1826, the last English State Lottery was held. After this they were abolished as illegal and none ham been held since. It's flattering to be whistled at— but the wise girl doesn't lot it tura her head. jj` TABLE TALKS unto AraDe,w5. There's a lady down in Massa- chusetts who pays that cakes made according to this recipe absolutely refuse to fall. I haven't tried it of- ten °nought to endorse that "ab- solutely." Still, as far as I've gone, I've found that it bears out her recommendation. Mighty good, too. FOOLPROOF CAKE First Bowls 3 egg whites 1 teaspoon cream of tartar Second Bowl: 6 egg yolks 1 cup sugar 1 tablespoon vanilla 1 cup sifted cake flour Method Beat egg whites until stiff, then fold in cream of tartar. Beat thor- pughly the yolks with sugar and vanilla. Fold contents of both bowls together. Then gently fold in flour. Pour into an ungreased tube pan and bake about 45 min- utes at 250 deg. F. Test with straw for doneness. Cool upside down. When cool, cut cake around the edge and in center to loosen from pan, After loosening, turn cake out. * * * Most of the pears I've seen this year were somewhat on the small side—and not quite as juicy as they are in seasons when the rain is a little more evenly spread out. Still, there's no use just wishing they were bigger. Not when you can make a really fine relish like this, PEAR RELISH 1 peck pears 12 green peppers 10 small onions 5 or 6 red peppers 3 tablespoons salt 3 cups sugar 2 cups vinegar 1 tablespoon mustard seed 1 tablespoon celery Beed Method Grind together pears, peppers, and onions. Add salt and let drain in bag overnight. Next morning cook together the sugar, vinegar, mustard, and celery seed for 20 to 30 minutes. 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