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The Brussels Post, 1951-10-10, Page 7Perfect Day 13y Sellydale Wirnbrow E0rly fall bricked the air, The lawn surrounding the little church was caked with brown fallen leaves and in the sky, a bright sun darted behind a cloud, "Such a perfect day," Nell thought, "Everything is on its good behavior for Steve and Mary.' She folded her hands in her lap and relaxed in tier seat. The or- ganist softly began playing the pre - wedding melody. An unexpected tear started down Nell's cheek, "That's right," she told herself, "Go ahead and cry. Make a fool of yourself and bawl like a baby. For- get about your plan to seem calm." 'The church looks lovely Isn't it beautiful?" someone whispered. "Everything is so perfect," "Yes," Nell thought, "Lovely, the white flowers, the fern, every- thing perfect. I mustn't be sad. I should be happy for Steve, for this is what he wants. It seems so sud- den though , . . his getting mar- ried. Just yesterday he was only a boy interested in boats, automo- bile engines; camping out in the woods for weekends. Is he ready for a wife, a fancily? Oh, -my Steve, 1 love you. But 1 would not hold you back. Not if this is your hap- piness, You have chosen Mary and . she is lovely. I would not fight to keep you for myself, though I can't imagine what my life will be I10W, Without y'0U." The opening strains of the wed- ding starch sounded. People stood, There was the rustle of new dressees, the sound of feet shuffl- ing on the floor. Nell felt stiff.. She pulled herself up, put one hand on the back of the pew before her. There was Steve, standipg by the altar, his face slightly flushed, looking toward the back of the church. IIis eves were bright wait - Mary was indeed a vision, ing for Mary. Nell remembered ' seeing that brightness in his eyes so many tines before. She remem- bered how she had watched liar often when he was only a small boy, playing with skates and toy pistols. As he grew, so did her love for hint. "Only yesterday," Nell thought, "You were mine, Now you will never be mine again. Mary will hear your. questions, solve your problems, be there when you need help. She is your life now. I have given you all .I have to give. I only tope you will remember ate, Steve, remember me with a smile. I will always love you and cherish the happiness you gave to ate." Mary was ranting down the aisle. She seemed surrounded by a faint glow. Nell trembled slightly at the sighs of the admiring congregation, Mary was indeed a vision. 13y the altar, Steve was leaning forward, tense. T,.iere was that eager ex- pression oil his face that ,Nell re- membered so well. "The picnic," she thought. "You took me by the river for a picnic —and we carried your old portable phonograph. You played your fa- vorite records—laughed at me try- ing to learn about jive, ']'hat eager alive look you have now. We were so happy Steve. You kissed my cheek and told me I was your girl —There would never he another girl for you. Thai's what yntt said, Steve --remember?„ Now the couple stood together, facing the altar, Nell heard the words that tied Steve and Mary together for a lifetime, unable to- control ocontrol a- soft sob. "Mary, Mary —make hint (nappy, Tt's up to you ." Thein it tuna over. The organ sounded ' again and Nell watched the couple turn, ,start for the door, laughing. Steve clasped Mary's 115101 and they brushed by Nell. "ITe doesn't even see me," Nell thought,- "fir didn't' even look." Outside a photographer was tak- ing pictures. Nell lifted her chin, tried a bright smile, She w'aiked ftp to Steve who was standing alone while Mary posed for her picture. "Darling," she whispered,' "It was perfect. I ani so happy." He leaned and kissed leer. "Thank you, Sweetheart," he said, Then Itis arta stole about iter waist and he hogged her, "T'm rather happy myself," he• said and. Chan -he looked dee() in her eyes. "I guess it's the most Perfect dory in my life, Mom." Men's Suits That Are Really "Corny" The Washington press corps was treated to a fascinating show re- cently that made it wonder what the world is coating to. Out of the test tubes of research scientists the miracle of modern chemistry bubbled surprises for an audience around a giant horse- shoe table in a conference room of the Department of Agriculture. The gentleman on hand to ex- plain these wonder products to a gent!( of farm journal editors was Frank I., Tetwon, director of in- formation of the Bureau of Agri- cultural and Industrial Chemistry. As entertaining a speaker as he is a competent chemist, Mr. Teu- ton strode around tine table and turned up as many surprises as a Magician with a tall silk hat. First, he startled his audience by announcing that he was wear- ing a suit made from corn—the only corn -fed suit in the world, he said, Zein, a protein found in the grain of can, 'has been made into a fi her suitable for clothing. In fact, a dress made of zein is currently selling on Fifth Avenue for $125, Based on the exhibits, the fol- lowing is a totally plausible pic- ture of Mr. America in the twenti- eth century: He rises in the morning after a comfortable night's rest on a mat- tress stuffed with a fiber made front the casein in milk. He !lops into the shower accompanied by a .• sponge made from corn starch. After slipping into his "corny" suit, he sits himself down to a glass of orange juice which has been prepared and frozen months before. Over his hot cakes he li- berally pours a syrup that looks, smells and tastes for all the world like pure maple but actually con- tains only one - third the costly favorite from the maple trees. While gobbling this tasty morsel, ire greets his young daughter, who has entered the roost wearing what appears to be a linen - dress, but is actually made from low-grade, short -staple cotton, Then our hero leans his elbows ungraciously on the breakfast table, which is covered with a protective coating made from the starch in Irish potatoes, and concentrates on his morning paper, which is made from wheat straw, (The news, however, is tate same as the old- fashioned woodpulp variety.) At this juncture Mrs. America. appears wearing, of all things, a fertilizer bag, But it looks so much like all her other pretty dresses that Mr. A. does not notice the differ- ence, gives her a smack on the cheek and hurries out to the car, which he drives off while a milk casein fiber (the sante kind he slept on the night before) filters the air that goes into his carbure- tor. Reporters tasted mouth-watering samples of salted almonds that left the fingers free from a greasy film; delicious cucumber pickles that had been pasteurized in a fraction of the time required by the old brining method; fresh -tasting tangy apple cider and grape juice made by mix- ing a concentrate with water; mushroom soup made from aspara- gus; pasteurized jelly which holds all the aroma that escapes in the stewing process; a new kind of crispy crunch called rice curls— and peanut butter that won't stick to the top of your mouth! ROUND AND ROUND The doctor was puzzled. "You ought to be pretty well by now," he said, "Have you carried out my instructions?" "Well, doctor," said the patient, "I've done most of theist, but I can't take the two -Wille walk every morning that you ordered. I get too dizzy." "What do .you mean—'dizzy'?' asked the doctor. "Well," said the patient, "I must have forgotten to tell you, I'm a lighthouse -keeper." ody Rhythms' Replace Grl ISE tDNA muss Li -ism -ION'S new accent upon the softly -rounded, womanly figure is causing many a grimace as women whose proportions are less than ideal anticipate all the stretching and straining that will be necessary to get themselves in shape. This projected anguish is quite unnecessary, according to Manya Kahn, figure -molding expert, who offers a routine of "body rhythms" to replace the old grunt -and -groan exercises. Miss Kahn, who bases her move- ments upon natural muscular pat- terns, suggests this modified barrel roll to slim your hips and waist- line. Lie upon the floor, face downward. Then, using your arms as support, arch your head, neck and torso upward and back- ward. Your legs, which are kept straight at the knees, are also lifted upward until the entire weight of your body rests upon your abdomen, hips and the up- per part of your thighs. Keeping your feet together, and inhaling, raise the right side of your body oh' the floor, until your body weight is resting upon your left hip and thigh. Exhale as you roll the right side of your body to the floor. Make a complete turn until the weight t and -Groan Exercises Rhythmic body fashions. Here rolls are an aid to this young woman in getting her figure in shape for new fall she begins hip and waist slimming movements by arching her back, neck and legs, bearing weight upon hips, abdomen, and palms. of your body is distributed square- air upon an imaginary pillow. The movement is completed as, ly upon both buttocks, and upon Your position is now, the reverse inhaling slowly, you lift the left your palms. of the one in which you started, side of your body off the floor, Your arms, placed behind you, with your legs still upraised, knees resting your weight upon your are bent at the elbow. They offer together, but with arched feet right hip and thigh, then flopping support to your head which, on pointing upward rather than your tummy to the floor to regain outstretched neck, is resting in the downward. position one. Young farmers down in Yazoo County, Mississippi, have put to shame the fabulous Pied Piper of Ilamelin by completely ridding the Benton school district of rats at, cording to a story in the Progessive Farmer. * * No flute was used, they didn't have to pay the piper, and children of the Beaton conuaunity are safe in their !homes. * * * This modern paradox to the age- old fable came as the result of an unusually heavy influx of rats in 1950, Farmers reported heavy losses running into thousands of dollars caused by these destructive pests. Many chickens had been reported killed, stored grain destroyed, farm. buildings undermined, and may and food damaged. Farmers had reasott to worry, v: r: * Realizing that some action must be taken, and not to lie outdone by the fabulous piper and his flute, Teacher P. A. Norris and veteran farm training instructors got to- gether last October. E. B. Golding, superintendent of Benton School, agreed to launch some kind of ex- termination campaign against the rats. * y, * After writing letters to many sources, requesting latest informa- tion on rat control, it was decided to try tip new Warfarin formula discovered by the Wisconsin Alum- ni Research Foundation, * * * Upon request, a pest control company agreed to cooperate in the campaign -by supplying the poison at -$1.25 per 5 -pound sack, The offer was later extended to all voca- tional agriculture departments in the state. Prizes of $10 were offered for the purchase of 1,000„ pounds and $25 for 2,000 pounds or more. * * * Members of the Future Fanners chapter -voted unanimously to pur- chase the bait and distribute it to farmers. Sixty-two boys, 144 vet- eran farm trainees, and 100 adult evening class members particapated in the community campaign, BY HAROLD ARNETT ELIMINATE NOISE OF WHIRLPOOL IN SINK ORAIN l3Y INSERTING LENGTH OF BRASS WIRE THROUGH WOLCSIN bTRPINER, OENOIHG ENDS AS SHOWN. TWO LENGTHS OF WIRE MAY B5 ftsCrkt11Fd.EO The new bait stet with such ap- proval of users that orders totaling 1,750 pounds have been distributed to over 200 farms, new orders con- tinue to come in daily, and reports are that tine rats are almost gone. v: x * Future Fanner W. B. Chapman reports that before using the poison he had kept a large stick at the door of his corncrib and never fail- ed to kill at least one rat {open the door was opened, Such a method of exterminat ort was too slow,. and rats continued to multiply. I --Ie points out that after using the poi- son for one week no new rat sign could be found on 'itis farm. - * * * Atis ,Boatner, a veteran farm trainee, learned a lesson about War- farin after its use. The rats disap- peared and there -svere no new signs. He could see no rats or their signs, and yet he found very' few carcas- ses, He was puzzled. A few weeks later when removing cons from his crib•lie found the dead rats, * a: * Mr. Norris, who believes that Warfarin is as destructive to rats as DDT was to flies when it was first introduced, says that rats real lily eat the Warfarin bait when it is mixed with cornmeal or some other attractive substance, There is no evidence yet that the animals develop either an aversion or toler- ance after repeated feedings on the poison, * * * So that's the story—and 1 think it night be a good idea if some of our young farmers organizations here in Ontario were to try out something similar, I'll be glad to pass along your experiences if you'll send me the details. Just ad- dress John Russell, The Farm Front, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. Knows The Tricks Authoress Agatha Christie was sitting in the stalls at the Fortune Theatre, watching Jeanne de Casal's in "The Hollow," the latest play to cone from i\Irs, Christie's pen, "You know," she confided to a friend, "I enjoy mystery stories. 1 read almost every new mystery novel that collies out." Does the creator of that master of detection, T-lercule Poirot, find herself baffled? "Not often," she confessed. "I usually guess the end ing before 1 ant halfway through. You see, I know most of the tricks!" But she does hand it to one mystery writer. John Dickson Carr, she admits, usually keeps her guess. ing right to the end. "is Jack conceited?" "Is he conceited?" Why, he join- ed the Navy to let the world see him!" Pilot's Farewell To His Plane How , does a fighter pilot feel when he goes into action for the first time'] Trained but untried, he has practised dog -fighting often enough, hurtled round the sky, en- joying a glorious game with his squadron fellows. But what of the real thing .. when the game is played for keeps? "I stared round and suddenly I spotted the tell-tale condensation trials of the Jerries. 'Here they route!' I said to myself, hypnotized. My throat contracted, my toes curled in my boots. I felt as if I were stifling in all those belts, braces and buckles ... The writer is Pierre Clostcrnlann, D.F.C. The excerpt is front his book, "The Big Show" a vivid, dramatic diary of the author's ex - 11 a DAY SCHOOL MON By Rev. R. Barclay Warren B.A., B.D. JACOB RECEIVES THE PROMISE Gen. 28:10 22, Memory Selection: Behold I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, Gen. 28:15. God has had to use imperfect People to carry out. His designs. Jacob is one of then!. The younger of twin boys, he was given the name of heel -grasper because of an in- cident at birth. But the name was indicative of his nature! He bought Esau's birthright for a mess of potage when the latter came in one day hungry from the hunt. Then, in concert with his mother, Ile deceiv- ed his aged father and procured the patriarchal blessing. Esau was fiercely angry, Rebecca persuaded Isaac to let Jacob go hack to IIaran to her people to procure a wife there. It was on his way to I-faran that Jacob had the vision of the ladder to heaven and heard God's promises to him and his seed. Jacob, though very imperfect, was a better man than Esau. Esau had. disqualified himself by his marriages with the heathen and by despising his birth- right, to serve God's purpose. The line of descent to the Messiah was to be continued through Jacob. It must be conceded that Jacob became a better man. \Vhen retun- ing from I-iarat and about to meet Esau'with an armed force, he pray- ed earnestly, His name was chang- ed and his nature was changed. He was no longer Jacob the supplanter, the heel -grasper, but Israel, a prince of God. He paid clearly for deceiv- ing itis father. His sons, too, killed a kid and led hint to believe that 1115 soft Joseph lead been killed, .But at the last, the family was reunited in Egypt and Jacob prophetically pronounced tate patriarchal blessing upon his 12 sons, He was buried in Canaan, the land promised to him and Isaac, and Abralnant before Hint. I -ie was a great flan. periences as a French fighter pilot who served with the R.A.F. ill World War II, Later, he describes Isis first "kill," "Suddenly, the Focke-Wulf ex- ploded like a grenade. A blinding flash, a black cloud, then debris fluttered around my aircraft. The engine dropped like a ball of fire, One of the wings, torn off in the flames, dropped more slowly, like a dead leaf. I bellowed my joy into the radio, just like a kid ..." And what when it's all over? After facing death each day and miraculously surviving 420 opera- tional sorties, how does he feel when Armistice comes an dhe must fly the aircraft he Inas come to kno wand love for the last time? "I took him high up in the cloud- less summer sky, for it was only there that I could fittingly take my leave," the author writes. "Together we climbed for the last time straight towards the sun. We looped once, perhaps twice, we lovingly did a few slow, meticulous rolls, so that I could take away in my fingertips the vibration of his.: supple, docile wings, "And in that narrow cockpit I wept, as I shall never weep again, when I felt the concrete brush against his wheels and with a great sweep of the wrist, dropped him on the ground like a cut flower. "And when my waiting pilots and mechanics saw my downcast eyes and shaking shoulders, they under- stood and returned to the Dispersal in silent,." GENTLE HINT "I know a ratan who looks so mush like you that one could hardly tell you apart," "You haven't paid !nim that ten dollars 1 lent you three months ago, have you?" Some Superstitions Regarding Eggs In medieval tinges a bad egg was still regarded as an evil oaten poi•• tending all sorts of calamities rang. ing from an attack by wolves on the homestead, to the slaughter of the swine by evil elves. Some superstitions about eggs still survive, though none are taken. seriously. It is supposed to he un» lucky, for instance, to sell eggs be- neath one's roof after sundown, but it is quite in order to sett them just outside the door. Sitting on Sixpence And by warming an egg by bodi- ly contact, hatching it out and eat- ing the chicken, a man or woman wilt acquire an understanding of the language of animals, A Scottish superstition is that when a wife wants eggs to hatch out as cockerels she must wear a man's ]tat when carrying them to Um hen, If site wants pullets she must carry theist in her apron. White eggs, as well as white hens, have always been considered Lucky. "Brown" eggs are doubtful luck - bringers but a large number of thent gathered in one morning indicates that the fanner will have bumper crops that year. Black hens are supposed to con- sort with witches at night but can bring luck in a peculiar fashion, - If a black hen is sitting she should be given exactly thirteen eggs for hatching Out, together with a small silver coin such as a sixpence which can be slipped beneath her among the eggs. With every ]tour she sits the coin grows luckier, but it must be re- moved immediately the eggs hatch - out, otherwise the spell on it fa broken. You should never burn egg shells, according to these old superstitions Why? Because the hens feel the burns! And when you have finished eating a boiled egg you should drive your spoon through the bottom of the shell, This will prevent a witch using it as a boat. A cock wandering before the door of the house indicates a visit by e gentleman, If a hen -one only -- walks up and down there, a lady can be expected. Message If an egg is still soft after boiling for five minutes it represents a rtes• sage from the hens to the effect that a fox is expected in the hes roost that night. The evil -smelling gas emitted by bad eggs is known as sulphuretted hydrogen and in concentrates amounts it Inas been known to bt fatal, In 1930 a French poultry farmer, intent on punishing his wife, lock- ed her up in an outhouse where Sixeg s had hours en later stored latesheatd was forgotten poisoned by the gas from bad eggs. Science corrects the old creeds, sweeps away, with every new per- ception, our infantile catechisms, and necessitates a faith commen- surate with the grander orbits and universal laws which it discloses, —Ralph W. Emerson The Old (Deadly) Shell Game—A Dutch factory the Artillerie• Inrichtingen (artillery works), established in Amsterdam, The Netherlands, in the 17th century, is today producing arms and ammunition for the 20th century armies and navies of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. Two of the company's employes, above, unload .303 caliber shells into a final processing hopper, JUST MY LUCk, A FLAT TIRE, NO AIR IN THE SPORE AND Too NOT TO PUMP BV HAND. WAIT ,AMINUTE..,TNERES AN EXTRA PUMP 1N THE LUGGAGs cARRteR!