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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1951-3-28, Page 3Me bad By Sidney Du Draft Miss l'at'ish drove her ancient automobile along the deserted high - (('ay toward bottle. Her sleep satis- faction was justifiable it) view of the successful play site had pro• dueed aid directed that evening. Nothing Broadway would care to see, but a huge triumph for the .amateurs of Deep Valley high School. Even fir, Willes, principal of Deep Valley Iligh, who was neva' lavish in his praise had said, "Miss Parish, we are extremely proud to have you as a member of our faculty. 1 speak for the town as well as its school." Now it Ivan over, except for the party she was giving for the cast. Miss 1'ari.h applied pressure to the acisele'at'r, Tieing detained at the theatre had made her late. Site knew the cast would already be arriving at hes home. As she rounded the sharp tura in the road she heard a sudden noise followed by a loud hiss. The car pitched from side to side almost running off the road. Miss Parish fought desperately to regain con- trol. The automobile straightened itself out, gradually losing tn01ncn- tutn, She brought it to a stop. She emerged from the disabled automobile, It was too dark to see anything. She opened the trunk and lit a match. "No jack! Now what .ant I going to do?" Miss Parish sat down on the running hoard, "I suppose 1 could walk back to town and get help . or 1 could stop a passing car —if there was one." She retained her position on the running board. In the distance appeared a set of headlights, Miss Parish took a small handkerchief from her purse and waved it at tate on -coating car. It slowed down somewhat, but then resumed its speed and disregarded the appeal for aid. She waited for what seemed like a long time before another auto- mobile came into sight. .'1s one "I'm in love with you, Roberta. 1 want to marry you," Wayne said. loomed near she waved her hand- kerchief hopefully. It clove to a screeching hall alongside her owe car, "What seems to be the trouble, bliss?" "I had a blow-out and I don't have a jack." "Fear no More, my lady," a n11in said, getting out of his car. "I'm certain there is at least one around somewhere." "You're a life saver," "Wait a minute," the maul said. "Conte over here near the head- lights." She hesitated. "But, why He took her arum, guiding her to where he cnnld see her face. ' "Roberta!" he cried out. "It's you!" "Yes, 11'(I3l1c." "You recognized my VOiee--anti you tried to keep ale from know- ing. who you were.—Why?" "I explanted all of that to yon in the 11018 1 left," she said. "Note nothing, I've been look- ing for you for six months. .I was ready to notify the police," "No, Wayne, f . "I'111 ii love with you, Roberta. 1 want to 11(811•y you.' "1 can't," she ansusered, "Why can't you?" "Because your success ilteaf too 111(811to you , . and to 1110." "I can't have success ' without you, Roberta," "'You can't -have it with ole,' she retorted, tears forming in her eyes. "The play yott produced with ale in the lead flopped, It .flopped because I wasn't good enough for the part" "It was a bad play, Roberta." "It was a good play," she said defiantly, "Don't you sec, Wayne, ' you'd go on producing plays with me in the lead and everyone would flop because Pm just not good enough for Lti'oadtvay" ' 7•, "Is it somebody else?" "No," she answered, "}I'm the dramatic coach at Deep Valley Tigh School, It doesn't pay as :-=0tttnell.as. Ill"vii`adi%' ' . , , hal at least "1 can handle the part." "Roberta, come back— " "I belong here Wayne, Just as you 1)01011g 011 Btottdway We each have what We want --or almost what tt c want. Now help me change the tire; frit giving a natty for lay cast tonight," So Many Jewels She Couldn't Stand "Ladysmith: Isn't that the )11.'11,' than was besieged during the hoer Witt?" is the 1)111 answer Most of it,; could give if questioned about that South African town, In point of fact, there is a richly romantic_ story connected with it which had its beginning ie another siege, culminating in the csptnre o£ Iladajo during the Peninsula War in 1812, When the British troops and their allies mitered the town after having sustained enormous losses they. (became separated from their officers, and 1110 worst ele- ments embarked on an orgy of toot- ling, drinking and violence. 'These frightful disorders lasted for three clays, until Wellington unveiled in fresh troops and erected a gallows as a warning to the lawless. Saved front "Savages" Officers and the better elements of the sten did all they could to protect the inhabitants of the town, escorting women, at the risk of their lives, to the guarded sanctuary of a church, and driving back the mobs which attacked the 11011/05 of 'Span- ish families. And that is how the romance began. In his new book, "The Age of Elegance," Arthur Bryant describe.; hots "two young officers, standing at their lent door on the- day after the attack, sate two Spanish ladies approaching, ,the elder of whom, her ears torn and bleeding front the grasp of drunken savages, confided to their protection 11er sister, a girl of fifteen. Such was her faith in the British character, she declared, that site knew the appeal would not be in vain. `Nor was it,' wrote one of the officers„ 'nor could it be abused, for she stood by the side of an angel —a being more transcendently love- ly than any I had ever before be- held. To look at her was to love her —and I did love her, but I never told my love, and in the meantime another and more impudent fellow stepped 111 and won her!' "Two days later Juanita Maria de Los Delores de Leon was married to Captain Harry Smith, of the Rifles, The Commander -in -Chief gave her away, and she became the darling of the Army, henceforward sharing all its adventures and hard- ships. Many years •later, when her husband , . , had become ... Gov- ernor of the Cape, she gave her name to a South African town des- tined to become the scene of an- other famous siege." Dr, Bryant's book teems with de- lightful historical sidelights like that. Anil what fascinating picttues of the past he paints! Ile tell us that in those days—less than a century alit) a half ago—a working class couple with three children would consume every day five pounds of bread, two pounds of bacon, a pound of mutton and one and a half gallons of beer. London, with a population of 1,000,000, consumed annually„ 10,396,000 carcases of bullocks, lambs, calves and pigs, 16,600,0011 Ib, of butler and 21,000,- 000 lb of cheese, and drank 40,000,- 000 gallons of beer. Clothing and personal adornment, were on a comparable scale, One lady went to a ball so laden with jewellery that she was unable to stand for long and had to have an escort follow her around with a chair, While the dandies with their glistening top hats, ,pale coloured waistcoats, ,embrOidcred shirts and wasp waists, wore starched collars so high that they could hardly look dorm or turn their heads. Good 01d Days and Bad Old Days—they were both—their story as told by Dr. Bryant makes-fascin- ating ake,fascin- ating readiltd. Auct'if you don't be- lieve history repeats ifsclf, how about this? just after the Napole- onic wars Lord Castlereagh wrote; "it would have been to be wished . that at the end of so long a struggle the several. Powers might have enjoyed Some repose„ without forming calculations that :always augment the risks of war; but. the tone and conduct of Russia have disappointed this trope and forced upon us fresh considerations," Windsor Airman And Tokyo Miss—Leading Aircraftman Lewis D. Goodchild, of Windsor, Ont., a member of the RCAF's 426 Thunderbird Squadron on the Korean airlift, stops to chat with a pretty Japanese miss during a visit to the Emperor's Palace in Tokyo. They are stand- ing beside one of the moats which encircle the palace while in background can be seen the last bridge at the main entrance to the palace grounds and a lookout building. The Thunder- birds have been flying combat troops and war supplies between McChord Field, T a c o m a, Wash., and Tokyo fgr the past six months, Love Passed Him By So He Turned Hermit The recent death from starvatiou of Arthur Adrian Abbot, a 39 -year- old textile buyer, reminded us that there are still num who prefer a solitary life in a rave or but away from 41lselin1sct writ!) their fellow• hutnann, k Abbot" carved to death in a aped on the Cumberland hills. An Es1c- dale shepherd found 1115 bracken - covered body. The only food near ' hint was half a pound of cornflour, traditional food of hermits of the olden days, Sound Idea For some unexplained reason tihe move to have national holidays celebrated on 1110 nearest Monday has been described as unwise,' It is not, Business organizations and others which have advocated the change are on sound ground. They should continue to push for this long over- due reform. When these holidays fall in the middle of the week, as May 24 does this year, there is a costly and ani ecessary interruption for in- dustry and the average citizen gets little bene tit from his clay off. This matter is serious enough at any time but more so now with the country concentrating on produc- tion for defense, What real difference does a day or_1uvaauatke•.i1L 1l:..celebration of. an 'event that happened to take place on ,1111.38.1, 84 years ago or the birth of a British Queen even further in the past? 111 regard to the latter, as a matter of fact, Canada is one of the very few countries its the. Coinntonwealth, not excepting ' (ireat Britain, that still marls this particular miniver- ' slu•y. Indeed we and others vvith hardly a second thought have decided for reasons of convenience that the birthday of our present monarch be celebrated months its advance of when it actually occurs. Let's forget this nonsense of sticking slaatyshly to calendar (Rites and Make our national holidays really wean something to the people who get Diem—Front "The .Finan- cial Post," OW t BY • HAROLD ARNETT SKIRT RANGETRANSFORM .M coag HANGERS INTO SKIRT HANGERS BY FASTENING- SCREW FlooKt thrid 1 H 4ANf @Rift What's Going On At Earth's Center Is there a molten core of iron in the heart of the earth? For a long time men have be- lieved so, for such a core would explain why the earth acts like a huge magnet, and why a small bar magnet freely suspended and ro• tiling always lends to conic to rest in a definite position — approxi- mately north and south. Recent experiments indicate that the core might not be iron at all. They seem to prove that the great heat at the core would make iron non-magnetic, just as heating an iron Magnet destroys its magne- tism. The core, according to a theory put forward by British scientist W. If. Ramsey„ rs not pure iron but is of the same composition as the -material which makes up the rest of the earth—mainly oxygen, iron, magnesium and 51118011. It gets -its magnetic [ roperties because of the terrific pressure ex- erted on it at the core. . Hotter than the Sun This pressure amounts to about 1,400,000 atmospheres, or the 01101. valent pressure a weight -lifter would feel if he were able to lift an 80,000, -ton litter in the palet of his hand. If we could bore right through the ca1,11 what W0111 41 11,0 find? Recent seismological studies (studying and measuring the tre- mors caused by earthquake shooks) indicate- that the deepest earth- q-Iakes occur at depth of 450 miles and that there trust be a layer of solid material clown to this depth, Overlying this is the shell of the earth, 40 utiles deep and consisting mainly of granite. :Beneath these two layers is an intermediate shell or mantle which is about 1,100 miles deep and prob- ably made up o1' oxygen, iron, mag- nesitillt and silicon, Beyond this is the mysterious core. The middle of it has been esti- mated to be two to five times hot- ter than the surface of the sun it- self, though it bears no comparison with the sun's centre where tem- peratures reach tens of millions of degrees. Live More Safely The little story below is an- other in our series of farm acci- dent tales told by a prominent Safety Specialist. All of them tell of accidents which really hap- pened—and shouldn't have done so. "Toot! Toot! T000—oot!" Little Chuck McDonald made like a train whistle from his scat atop the saw horse. "Here comes the stream- liner! Clear the tracks!" Tint rocked the barrel m) which he sat behind the saw horse, "Fas- ters" he cried. "Gosh, this old train 511' is slow!" The McDonald shop was a fa- vottrite spot for Chuck and Tim. So many interesting things to play with—tools, chain lift, saw horses. Over at Tun's place, the shop was out of bounds for small boys. fiat not herr'. Today the boys were on a train going to California. The saw Horse was the engine, Chuck the engineer. Strung i eltind were small barrels, serving as. cars. As Tim urged more speed, Chuck stood np onthe saw horse, "Here we go!" ire shoited. "Down a big hill!" "Ring the bell!" cried Tint. En. gilteer Chuck reached for a rope on the wall. The rope didn't. pull hard. . Chuck's yank pulled it off its hook, sent Chuck sprawling onto a pile of scrap iron. "My leg, my leg!" cried Chuck. "I broke my leg!" Tim ran for Mrs, McDonald. But Chuck's leg wasn't broken. Just badly bruised. In a few days It was good as new, and the boys were back playing in the shop-,- with hop—with the saw horse, the barrels, and the pile of scrap iron. ' How can you prevent accidents? Holy can you learn to live safely? Why not learn front experience? How many times will Chuck have ' to get 111101 before his parents real- ize that a farm shop is no place for children to play? That a saw horse isn't built io stand on? Experience is the only way to learn safe living. Iltit you have to take advantage of experience—yon!' own and that of other people. Whenever an accident happens, study it closely, Find out what caused it, Tlien, next time, you can avoid the mistake—and live safely, Earliest hermit was said to be Paul of Thebes, Egypt, who, be- cause of religious persecution, fled for safety to the desert, where he lived in a grotto for ninety years, dying when he was 113 years old. Strangest of English hermits was Roger Crab, who described himself as "the wonder of the age I live in" because he abstained front all meat and fish. and drank only water. Put In Stocks He 10115 a hatter, of Ches. ham, Buckinghamshire, and was quite, prosperous until he suddenly decided to renounce worldy ways. He sold off all his stock, gave all his money to the poor, and built himself a but in the country, where its lived upon broth thick- ened with brats, turnip leaves, roots, dock leaves and grass. Crab, however, was not allowed to starve himself in peace, possibly because he prophesied eternal dam- nation for all those who did not follow his example. He was put in the stocks, sent to prison again and again, and dri- Ten from place to place. In 1655 he was living in a cave near Uxbridge, Middlesex, but he died its London in 1680 and was buried in Stepney churchyard. • Never Washed Edward Train, the Gateshead ernlitt became a recluse in his own back gafden because ire was dis- appointed in love. He slept on the bare ground for twenty years and spoke to no one. Angus Roy Fletcher, shrinking from the society of men, made him- self a cave in the wildest part of Glenorcay, Scotland, his only cotn- -panions being a couple of goats and a dog. A good hunter and an expert angler, river and moor provided him with all the food he wanted, while his goats supplied him with drink. At night he and his four -footed friends slept together on bracken, The Recluse of Maryport, James Weales, died at tate grand old age of eighty-seven. He lived in a one - roomed but which had no roof and which stood in one of two fields belonging to hint, Weales never cleaned his abode, never took off his clothes, and de- clined to have anything to do with soap and water. hE, GREEN teordottiSizaiPl4' Hardier, 'Earlier and Better To anyone who hasn't looked• ett a seed catalogue for several ycari, there will be a lot of things there today that are completely new. There are tenderer and larger beans, sweeter corn, new and much better varieties in almost every fine. As well, there has been steady improvement particularly in hardi- ness. It is not so natty years since cora was practically unknown fit Prairie gardens. In fact it was only introduced into Southern On- tario abinning of 1115 century, 'Toutodaythe 0110begcan grow gar- den corn successfully away nortlt. The reason? Earlier maturing vat - 101X3, And what has been done in corm ha also been done in melons, cu- culnbers, beans, peas, tomatoes and all sorts of other things. By getting' varieties that mature faster, tho plant breeder has overcome our Canadian handicap of late and early frosts, Its the modern seed cata-' 101)118 there is usually listed the number of days it takes to grow individual varieties. This is vital information for the gardener who lives outside those very limited areas where tate first of May meant that danger from frosts is practi- cally over. For Better Soil Even the most unpromising soli has garden possibilities. Look at what some city gardeners have done with the 51F9rted bile cle , mortar and broken bricks buildernl have used for grading up the back- yard, Almost anything will break down in time and what won't Cala be hauled away or used for drain- age. With very heavy soil, lying fairly Ievel, some drainage is need- ed. With large plots this can be done by installing tile drains al- though an open ditch will be a lot cheaper and may do well enough. Also it is a good plan where the plot is small to add sand or ashes. After this, treatment for very heavy or very light soil is about the same. The main thing is to get in plenty of humus and cultivate. Humus is shnply a high class name for ordinary manure—grass cut- tings, straw or even just green weeds and other plants. The more" of this stuff that is dug in the more open and porous the soil becomes. Where possible, it's a. good plan to grow a crop of clover, Fall rye, oats or some rank -growing, thing, and dig or plow this udder. After a few years' treatment even the toughest or most barren soil becomes mellow and, as the ex- perts say, friable, Pies—Just. Like Mother Used To Make—Restaurant owners and operators from all parts of Ontario attended the 7th annual convention and exhibition of the Canadian Restaurant Association in the Automotive Building, Here they saw pie - 'making .demonstrated by Boston Strause, America's number 1 pie maker who supervises the baking of fifty i million pies eaclit year. When Mr. Strause arrived in Toronto he found a royal pie reception awaiting him, part of which is shown with Helen Robb and Jack Aitken.- JITTER itken. JITTER ,IRTiA AND His TWO tOMR411os$ NID IN A SHANTY 7lb I$ TNF CONs1'MLE TNk 11,11 Net W nM 'ryF't.oc1AL J(1R., f r • \ 'test, ,j. d demi By Arthur Pointer new wAs Gotha TO 11151111.1)085 art z Misr HAW MY ketis..Guess W0'0. µw6 tb TAY t10R5 'TILLY/1Z f/ 10)81 GAN AF oRD SOME NoWcwrtet.