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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1950-4-19, Page 31 ,p1so� ,'L,.n. f i I rIMINIIIMI}1a,f'a R:Yvoacy 41,'„1rnN" Ilarmw Escape By IUchard till1 55'illduson "lull's only going to be here a couple of weeks," Connie said. "And after all, he's my brother Tofu's guest and it's up to me to help entertain him, You understand, don't you. Marc?" "Sure," said Marc, MA hooking at her, "sure 1 understand. You go ahead and be nice to hint, Con- nie, 1 understand all right." Which was true, bitterly true. Mare had begun to uudcr3tnud two days after jud Morrison had landed at the Norberto' for a fortnight's visit. Jud was big and handsome and had a way with him. In col- lege Its had been quite a rage. Tont Norbert, his roommate, had raved about him before he arrived, but even Connie hadn't expected stieh a' splendid specimen of man- hood as Jud proved to be. A roadster stopped before the house and Jud caste bonding up the walk. "Ili, Connie," lie grinned. "All set for our round of golf?" Then he saw Marc standing on the porch beside Connie, "Hello there, Marc. Ilow about joining tis?" . Marc smiled and shook his head. "Thanks," he said. "I've got a tennis date. See you two tonight," If, he reflected, he could only get Jud out of his element perhaps the college hero wouldn't show up so well. Several nights later at the coun- try club dance Marc got Connie alone and suggested a fishing trip for the next day, "We can take Jud along," he explained. "It'll be something new in bit exper- ience and probably he'll get a bang out of it." Connie, tvbo liked fishing herself, thought it was a grand idea. And so the three of then drove up to Beaver Lake time next day. •In the afternoon they put on their waders and fished, Connie elected to show Jud how to rig his line and cast, and watch- ing them 'Marc knew a feeling of frustration. He had planned to somehow get Jud to follow him into• the rapids where the going was treacherous and where only one { "And, besides, I'm satisfied with the span 1 have—a man who's big enough to be kind to a man like Jud Morrison." experienced tnwsuch things could navigate without losing his fool - hold. He had a vague idea of res- cuing Jud from the swirling tor- rents, thereby establishing Jud's weakness in Connie's mind and his on11 prowess Suddenly he Imew that he was helpless. - There was nothing he could da about the thing that was happening between Jud and Connie. 'file feeling that he had toward Jud Was not one of condemnation, but emery. If jud were trying to steal Connie away, he was doing so unwittingly. Any one but a ' fool coned tell he 'wasn't aware of any otters tending existing 'between the girl and Marc, And so Marc abandoned his scheme for revenge. They returned borne the next day. and the day after that Marc made •t business trip to Belknap, When he got back. Judson Morrison • was gone, Marc didn't call Connie, 't'cnmrrow or the day after he was leaving on a mouth's journey up- state. Ile didn't want to see Connie !Afore Ite Icit. It would lent too Hutch. But he clic] see here. Connie came over that n'gltt and found hint sit. Nag alone on the porch. "Hello," she said, "where iu the ttorld hake yntl been?" ".\•x.ay rel lsnsincii. ('nrxpeclyd." "Well. 1 should think so," She r^nmr rhlse io him and sat down., "-Ind lilt t';is morning. Ile asked -Sur lrm shy goodbye to you.," ";9ud's 11 good egg." gave said, "Too od." said Connie,"Good. news, I'd hate to be married to a than like that," "1'ott would?" said (fare, aston- ished, "why?' "bCht why, bee ruse --I . would, He's too self-sufficient," She langhed. "And besides, fm' satisL lied with -the ratan I have• -a ratan who's big enough_ to be kind to A man like Jhil Morrison." Abruptly he laughed, and when. puzzled, She asked hint what was hinny, he shook his heat(. "There's nothing realty funny," hu said, "1. was just thinlcitsg about a close call I once had—how near • 1 came to making •t tool of myself . —toad what a- relief it i, to It n, I escaped." Special Occasion 11 was a wet night --a bad night for the Plume of Feathers, In the Saloom bar there were just the three of them, The young couple ss'ho had coupe in at nine and the man who had been sitting in the seine corner chair, silent and gloomy, the whole evening, For a time the young couple didn't notice hits, Just as they hadn't seemed to notice the rain, 'L'hey were lost in 0private world of their own. When they stopped laughing and talking they looked into each other's eyes, They did not ]tear the mat's heavy sighing breath that came every few min- utes, They hail no time to notice the misery in the lines rcmnd his mouth, the pain in his eyes. But when the boy started to order a second round, the girl nudged him and whispered, IIe ]hes- itated for a moment, thea smiled tied nodded, He walked across the bar to the man in the corner, "Excuse me, but won't you join us? I mean," he added, shyly, "well, seeing there's just the three of A thin smile struggled on to the man's lips. "That's very kind cf you but—" "Please, no 'buts.' As a natter el fact, this is a frightfully special occasion for us, We want some- body to drink with us. We shall be really upset if you don't." "All right. I'm poor company, I'm afraid. And trine's only a bitter," "Sure?" "Quite sure." The three glasses of bitter trade their appearance. The barmaid re- moved herself along the counter tc the more lively atmosphere of the public bar. - "Weil, then, here's to your spec- ial occasion!" said the man, making another valiant effort to produce a smile. He was really very little older than the boy—at the most seven or eight years older. But hap- piness was taking years off one lace and gloom was adding years to the other, so that they might have been father and sou. The girl laughed self-consciously. Almost a giggle. "Thanks. You're the first, I hope you feel duly hon- oured." The boy grinned sheepishly. "You see, we got engaged about an hour ago. On the top of a bus. So we didn't get off it—stayed on till the end of the journey. Then we cane in here. I expect it alt sounds mad, but it's (tow we felt." "We just had to ask somebody to drink—to our future," the girl added. "Rather!—only once in a life- time," said the boy, heartily. The man fumbled in his pocket,. found his wallet. For a moment they looked anxiously at each other, frightened Ile was going to em- barrass thein with the offer of a present, But he handed them in- stead a tiny photograph. The girl caught her breath, "Why she—she's lovely!" "Yes. Very lovely." His voice was toneless, "I was engaged to ler for three years." He fumbled in his trousers pockets. "Ah, there it is. Yes, that's the ring. She gave it back to Inc at five -thirty this evening. That's why I've been sitting in here since six—drinking, Funny, isn't it?" His voice was still toneless. "Oh, I- say, we're terribly sorry— "If we'd realized we—we'd never have butted in--" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not feeling as bad aboutit as I was at six, Sunk quite a few beers since then. It helps," "And now we've made it worse for you," said the boy, guiltily, "No, for Heaven's sake don't imagine that. Talking—once you get started—helps se mttclt as drinking." "Were you very much in love with her?" asked the girl. He paused, "Well, the idea we were going to get naeried one day, was a mental habit" "Perhaps she'll change her mind again. I think long engagements are awfully difficult— especially for girls, We'd have been enraged Canadian Fighters In Battle Against Cancer—Throughout Canada there are some 70 highly trained groups of research workers carryifmg on scientific research into the cause and cure for cancer. Perhaps one of the most unusual research teams is to be found at the Medical School •of the University of Western Ontario. Dr. Lee Fraser Bertram, a graduate of (Western Univer- sity, and her husband Ewart Bertram, M.Sc., a graduate of the same college are working to- gether on cancer research under the guidance of Dr. Murray Llewellyn Barr, another Western graduate. ' Dr. Bertram entered the field of medicine by a rather circuitous route. Daughter of a Port Elgih doctor, Dr. James E. Fraser, she studied music at Alma College and attained her degree before finally deciding to enter the medical Sch ool at Western. Ewart Bertram is a graduate biologist and after his marriage to the brilliant young doctor in the fall of 1949 they commenced their research career together. Dr. Barr, an RCAF veteran, is in charge of the research project which concerns the struc- ture of cell nuclei as it may relate to the cancer cell. Dr. Barr's project is financed by the Na- tional Cancer Institute and the National Research Council. He is also assisted by II. Lindsay. Part of the funds raised during the April c ampai, t of the Canadian Cancer Society will be used to assist this and similar research projects in Canada. Contributions may be sent to any local unit of the Society or mailed direct to Ontario headquarters. Postal Station V. Toronto. eighteen months ago but I wouldn't. Now we shall only be engaged for a few months. Dick didn't like me being obstinate, but I'm sure it was right." "Well, it's been time sante thing— we've gone about together every- where," said the boy, quickly. "Yes, but because we wanted to. Not because we felt we had to, That's the big difference. And it wasn't really possible to think about getting married before. Now Dick's had a rise—well, it's a good deal simpler." She smiled almost cistantly. She was still in her own private world. The man sighed. "Yes, I know all that. Waiting—this year, next year. Money, money— always blasted money! People say it doesn't matter but, by Heaven, it does( Well, you two are all right. Stick to it. I hope you'll get a devil of a lot mare rises. Big ones. My ruddy firm's in the wrong sort of trade for these days —they've just cut niy salary." They looked at him with sudden understanding, "Was that why—?" "Yes, that was why. After three years of waiting—and now smashed to pieces. I suppose I can't blame her. It was a pretty big cut, blast thenml Only it was all so nearly possible. We'd have had to be care- ful, of course, but, still, it wouldn't have been all scraping and watch- ing every farthing. Olt, I can't blame her, They haven't, left me enough to offer any woman." "Pretty tough htckl" The boy gulped. Makes me feel a pig. I mean, I got my rise this morning and you—" "Don't be a fool, mnanl If any- body ought to feel a pig it's =— shouldn't have said a thing about it, ought to have just drunk your healths, Spoiling your great day for you—ought to have known bet- ter. But it was a kind of coinci- dence and 1 suppose I had to get it off my chest to somebody. Been chinkin' anyway—makes you say things you shouldn't . ." "We were thinking too much about ourselves, anyway. I know I it " No, No, Not Again! — The year is only three months old, but already the flagpole sit- ters are at it. First to jump the gun om1 the summer silly season is Odell Smith, ex-Mar- inc paratrooper, of Atlanta, shown ascend- ing to his perch, He plans to bust alt pole - sitting records by squatting ,tip there for nine months, coming down - t 11 Christmas. was. A hell of a chap I was tlsink- ing myself. Just because they'd shoved my money up to eight quid a week—" "How" much?" He almost shouted. He stesiped back as if someone had hit him and the rem- nants of beer in his glass splashed on to the floor. - The boy flushed. "Eight pounds," he said, curtly. The man flung the glass against the bar counter. "Eight pounds— eight quid! My God, that's what they cut my money clown to!" IIe reached the door laughing like a madman. The young couple looked at each other. When they looked round again there was just the door swinging violently. "And what's, up with hint, I'd like to know," exclaimed the bar- maid, looking angrily at the floor. "Glasses cost money!" —From "Tit Bits". How The Donkey Got His Bray Waterloo was a large black don- key. In those clays donkeys were the usual means of transportation In Jerusalem, and people rude don- key -back out their business rounds and even when paying social calls . . • Our Arab nurses told us time story of how the donkey got his bray when we were little, solemnly assuring us it was true. When Noah was collecting the animals for the arlc, Mr, and Mrs. Donkey carne early, but lingered a few minutes on the green turf for a last nibble of grass, They did not notice the gathering clouds nor the first huge drops of rain. I'lmen Mr. Donkey looked up to see that the door of the arlc was closed! Ile was terribly frightened. What fm he and his mate were left be- hind? So he lifted up a loud voice and called: "Noa-ahl No -tial" The rain beat and the lightning flashed and the thunder tore, and suddenly 'Noah opened tate door of the ark to them. Mr. Donley was so relieved to see Noah that his shorting sub- sided into "Ali 1 all all" and that is how time donkey got his bray, and time reason why it is so loud, for -he had to raise his voice above the downpouring of the Flood, The story is mulch better told n Arabic, where the cries of Noah sound exactly like the donkey's bray. We children had glorious times riding Waterloo. He was big and strong and could carry several of us al one time, An ingenious con- trivance of panniers made of two t:pholstered kerosene bores was slung on either side of an Arabic saddle, 011 which was fastened, throne -like, a coffee -shop stool up- sde down with one rung cut out to make a chair. Plump and cheer- ful John Whiting sat in this, his sister Ruth and my sister 'Grace in the kerosene boxes, and we older children walked or ran along- side, We often went donkey -back to Ein Farrah, and in any parents' letters are many mentions of pic- nics in this wildly picturesque and rocky gorge near Anathoth, the birthplace of Jeremiah. 'Ve liked going to Ein Farrah early, to avoid travelling in the summer heat, and generally ar- rived j,y sunrise at a certain plain which we children dubbed `The Plain of the Rising Sun;' for we loved giving names to places. On this plain was a Moslem shrine or "weli," and we noticed that all the donkeys lifted up their voices int. a tremendous bray as they faced the first rays of the rising sun, which was usually just as we were approaching tire' weli. Because of tlse Arabic tale of the donkey and his bray, we called the shrine "Noah's Taub," A few years ago 1 gave a tca- party to a group of Biblical stu- dents visiting Jerusalem. Tney were late, and in their apology mentioned that they had been taken to see Noah's Tomb, I questioned them, for 1 knew there was no tomb in Palestine that could possibly, at- tributed to Noah. To my amusement I found they had been taken by one of our old "donkey -boys," now graduated into a dragoman, or guide, to our shrive cn our ".Plain of the .Rising Sun," both named by us when we were children. So does fantasy get handed down to become a tradition. —Frons' "Our Jerusalem," by Ber- tha Spafford Vestey. Imagination "Mrs, Cohen," said Mrs. Nathan, "what's the trouble? You look worried." "Yes, yes," sighed Mrs. Cohen, "my husband is always sick," "Your husband is just a hypo- chondriac," said Mrs, Nathan. "He isn't sick. He just thinks he's sick. 'rake no notice of Isis complaints and watch (limn get well;' • A month later, time two women met again. Mrs, Colton looked even more worried, "Your husband no better?" asked the friend. "Worse," said .hfm's. Cohen, "He thinks he's dead." a How To Build A Barbecue Grill Naturally you'll need first to se- lect your building site. Choose a spot where there is shade i1 the late afternoon, if this is possible, You hadbetter get the whole family to- gether to decide on this, because although die grill can be moved, it is unnecessarily hard worts. Titeti you must place your order for con- crete blocks. It will take 63 whole blocks and 12 half ones. While this ceder is being filled, you can use this time to find the articles you will need in order to start work. They are few, A hoe, a spade, four pegs and some string, a level and a trowel will do. Stake the pegs and string that you have to the ground to form the outline of your pit. 'fake some sharp instrument and mark this outline off so that the strings may be removed. Then you start to dig because you must have a base for the grill that will not allow it to sink and become unlevel, You ac- complish this by sinking rue blocks their full 8" in the ground. The base. is completed. The remainder of the work is placing the blocks iu order to build up the sides and back. No cement is used. The blocks are merely stacked one on top of the other. The sides of the firebox are built 3 blocks high from the base and are 3 blocks deep, In order to keep your wood in a dry and order- ly fashion, a wood box is built on one side of the firebox. The walls of the wood box are only two blocks high, but are the sante depth as the firebox, This wood box also serves as a table during cooking operations. ' Now take two and one ball blocks and place them on the top of the back wall of the firebox. On top of these you place two more blocks and another one on top of these two, so that you have a simulated chimney in the back. All blocks should be placed so that they inter- lace, since this lessens their chance of falling. Since no cement is used, the blocks may be replaced easily should one crack from the heat. However, chances are you won't have to worry about this for sev- eral years. The building operation can be completed in a day and your grill finished except for three items. The wood box needs a top, the firebox needs a grill and the base of the firebox needs to be built up about eight inches so that so much wood need not be used for ,the fire. The base of tile firebox may be built up with either concrete blocks, gravel, cinders, or old bricks, The grill must be obtained and can either be made out of iroa rods about % inch in diameter, or any suitable grill that eau withstand great (teat. The toll of the wood box will look beat made of concrete. This means that a frame the exact site of the top must be built. The ground may serve as the base of this frame. The concrete trust be nioxed'in these proportions: 6 coat buckets of gravel, 4 of sated, and 2 of cement. Water trust be added to form time correct mixture of con- crete, Mixing concrete is heavy work and you may need scnse help cn this. After it is poured, the top must be smoothed with a trowel until there are no lumps or 1.ieces of gravel left on top. The concrete must be left to dry for at least 24 hours and must be sprinkled with water several tines during this dry- ing period to prevent crackitag. Then with help. a great deal of help, because this concrete block is very heavy, the finished slab is placed 00 top of the wood box and the harhecne grill is complete. Comeback A wealthy widow married a man of slender means. The honeymoon bad scarcely ended before she be. gats reminding her husband that it was her money which was paying the bills. Even when friends drop- ped in atld admired the newlyweds" home, the wife would remark, "Of course, if it weren't for my money, Henry would not be able to afford a place like this." One day the hus- band bought a television set. His wife examined it and said: "It's beautiful. But I don't have to remind you, Henry, that if it weren't for my money,, it wouldn't be here." "My dear," replied the husband, quietly, "I think it's time to tell you that if it weren't for your money, I wouldn't be here either." And then, of course, there was the optician's daughter. Two glasses and she made a spectacle of herself. Warp and Woof of Fashion—Snug as two dogs in a rug are "Fancy Dapper Dan," left, police bloodhound, and "Merry Windjammer," champion Surrey English cocker spaniel. The dogs suffered through the fitting of their new "rug -ed look" hats for a special benefit fashion show. • Hats get that way being made of carpeting. Leper Mission Begins—Navy doctor Gordon C. 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