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The Brussels Post, 1951-11-28, Page 3Teen.Age Lode By Richard Hill Wilkinson It was only natural that Rose should be thrilled at thoughts of meeting Loring hunt, After all, Loring hlunt was the most glamor- ous of modern day screen stars. And Rose—well, Rose was just an- other young girl with dreams. She bad fallen in love with Lor- ing hunt when she was 12 years old, Maturity had rather dampened her enthusiasm; at least she never betrayed the real depths of it. When told of Loring Hunt's pending arrival Jerry had snorted. "What!" he cried disgustedly, "That sap coming here? To your house? Why, your mother Hurst be out of her mind!" "Mother's far from out of her mind," Rose replied furiously. "ht's only common decency that she ask Mr. hunt to stay with us while he's in town. His father and aline were close friends. Since Daddy's death, the 'Bunts have been splendid to mother." She added spitefully: "We're giving a party in Loring Hunt's honor and I guess you'd better not come." "Try and keep me away," said Jerry, "I'tn not letting the girl inc engaged to run around unprotected with that lizard in the vicinity." "We're not engaged," Rose told hint. "We're practically engaged," said Jerry. A week later Loring Hunt arriv- ed. He was wearing a mustache and colored glasses, both of which he removed as soon as he was -in- side the house. "It's my defense," he smiled by way of explanation. "I'd be mobbed down without them." • _Loring was all and more than she had expected. There were a few grey hairs about his temples, but Killed Himself With Pack Of Cards No prison has yet been con- structed that -will held indefinitely a really clever, determined ratan. Ser- vicemen who made ,such astonishing escapes during the war proved that. Yet, for sheer ingenuity, few es- cape attempts equal the feat of William Kogut, an uneducated Po- lish lumberman, who migrated to the States where he was sentenced to death for killing a woman with a pocket knife. As he sat in his cell, ticking off the days and listening to the screams of desperate men as they were dragged to the chair, he determined to outwit the author- ities. But lie had no weapons. All he had was a pack of cards. Someone had told hiin once that playing cards are made of cellu- lose, a fibre from which tri -nitro cellulose, a high explosive is manu- factured. Being an exceptionally powerful fellow, Kogut snapped off one of the hollow legs of his iron cot. Here was the casing for his bomb, Carefully he tore the cards into minute pieces, soaked them in water till they were reduced to a pulp, pushed them into the iron tube and rammed them home hard like the charge in a muzzle -loading gun.. Then, taking the handle of the broom with which he swept his cell, he jammed it into the pipe on top of his charge, staking it airtight. These preliminaries took hours and it was well past midnight when he re -lit the lamp in his cell and held his improvised bomb over the flame. The flame, he reckoned, would make the metal red hot and the charge inside would explode. Kogut fully expected the wall of his cell to cave in, but he had no idea that the bomb he had made was so powerful. When it went off his and eight, adjacent cells were wrecked. The prison rocked. The countryside for miles was alarmed. For a time there was pendemoniunt. Whistles shrilled, bullets whizzed, and warning sirens and horns shat- tered the night with their raucous chorus. But when quiet was restos- ed and guards rushed to the scene with lanterns, they found the shat- tered, almost headless corpse of No. 1651—William Kogut. what are a few grey hairs when the man of her dreams was here in the flesh and seeming to take a particu- lar interest in her. At least Rose imagined he was taking a particular interest in her. During the first of the evening Jerry assumed, an attitude of aloof- ness. He stood in a corner and tried to look disdainful and super- ior, But when this attitude failed to impress Rose be abandoned it, and took to following her around. Toward the end of the evening Loring Hunt asked her if she'd meet Min outside on the terrace in five minutes. "Quite a trick, getting away from that crowd," Loring L-Iunt •smiled, He drew her to a hammock and sat down. "1 wanted to have a few moments alone with you before 1 lef t." "Yes?" whispered Rose. "You remind Inc so much of your father. He was a fine man. I remember him well." "You remember my father? But 1 was only a child when he cried!" "You were at that," said Loring Hunt. "L was young too." ile sigh- ed. "Alt, tete! How time does fly, Here 1 ant almost 50 and—" "Fifty l" cried Rose. "Why, I thought — that is — in your pictures—" "1 look under 30, eh?" Loring chuckled. "They do marvelous things in Hollywood. But, here. Let's not talk of me. Tell me about yourself. Arc you in love? I noticed a fine looking boy giving you a lot of attention." Rose was a bit overcome. She hadn't dreamed that her ideal was -was an olcl man! She started to speak, but a figure had glided up and was standing in front of then, It was Jerry, In the pale light site could see the set look to his jaw. "Ah," said Loring Hunt, rising, "here he is now. We were just talking about you, young matt, Rose was telling me ---well, rather 1 was telling her that it was a pity her father coundn't have lived to •sec his daughter grow to woman hood." "Yeah?" stud Jerry. There was a pause, Rose leaped to her feet, "Mr, Hunt was asking me if Pm in love and—and I told hint yes, I told hint 1 was in love• with you, Jerry," Slowly Jerry relaxed, Rose had taken his crus and was hanging on for dear life. It was a good thing, he told hluweif importantly, for I o'ing Hunt, that she had cone to oer senses. You've 10,000 Bulbs On Tip Of Tongue Hold your tongue—and you're clutching one of the mysteries of science. Physiologists still don't un- derstand why substances should taste the way they do, why sugar is sweet or aloes bitter. One clay when the chemistry of flavors is better known, children will be able to collect a whole chain of delight- ful new sensations tnerely by lick- ing a taste -card. Towards the tip of your tongue packed into a third of an inch, are some ten thousand little taste bulbs and chances are that each one flashes only one type of.sensa- tion to the brain. Every flavor, from subtlest strawberry to arid dust, evokes a permutation of sig- nals • front the taste bulbs.- Four main signal flashes—sweet, bitter, acid and saline—control your re- sponse, Bitter and Sweet Scientists have always imagined that everyone has similar taste - powers. Now they've discovered that some folks can be short -tasted as well as short-sighted. A new chemical called thiourea tastes bit- ter to six out of ten people, but proves tasteless to the minority of four. Dr. 'Julian Huxley and other experts tested it on twenty-seven chimpanzees. Their proportion of taste failures was the same, Children can taste with the in- sides of their cheeks, suggesting the - presence of taste-buihs that later fall into disuse. This, too, may explain why the desire for sweets is replaced by a preference for such strong flavors as pepper- mints or curry as we grow older. Where Color Counts Many animals have better taste Clothes Take on Glitter With Yuletide Adornments This young woman proclaims her Christmas spirit with a col- lar of crocheted metallic thread, from which tiny sequin -adorned felt trees hang as pendants. For a hair ornament she uses a pastel felt angel, complete with book . of carols and halo. BY EDNA 3SULES („ INCE Christmas belles are as much a part of the holiday scene as Yuletide bells, it's a wise woman who starts planning now for her personal adornment if she wishes to be a sparkling part of the festivities, Glitter alone is not enough to make you the focus of ad- miring eyes. To properly proclaim your Christmas spirit, it must be glitter with a paint. You can accomplish Ibis nicely --and dress up your simple basic dress or a plain sweater—with an easy -to -crochet collar of metallic thread, suggests Patricia Easterbrook Roberts, noted New York designer. Use the simplest stitch you know, and keep crocheting until you've concocted a band of becoming width. • The next step is to fashion eye -stopping Christmas trees of felt, to'attach as pendants to your collar. Tiny multi- colored sequins, sewed on as tree ornaments, are a clever, decorative touch. For a hair ornament, Mrs. Roberts suggests a pastel mem- ber of the heavenly choir. Make him of pink felt—wings and all—and attach a, hymn hook of blue felt. For a fitting halo, sprinkle on a circlet of glitter dust around the crown of his angelic head. Glue will make it stick. For street wear, with your coat or suit, try an old-fashioned nosegay, Mrs. Roberts urges, instead of the traditional cone- -and -berry corsage. You can easily make your own, using a pleated circle of red metallic paper as backing for a layer - on -layer arrangement of glossy green ivy leaves and snowy white straw flowers. The snowy freshness of white strata flowers and the glossy green of ivy leaves offer an.Lt- terestfng contrast to the red metallic ruffle orms the background for old at �fasbioned Christmas nosegay blghligla ung neckline of tailored suit. powers than we have, and a Here- ford bull especially enjoys his food. He has 30,000 taste bulbsl In addi- tion, many tastes are really smell sensations and some are due to pure imagination. We have always learned to associate raspberry with red, lemon with yellow, orange color with orange flavor. In a New Yorlc test, when taste -free thiourea tables were colored green, a taster pronounced theta lime. Black tab- lets had a burnt taste, though they were known to be free of such flavor. Disregard can blunt the taste as well as tobacco. Tea -tasters say that the taste of water differs with localities, depending on the salts and minerals in solution. Most People regard water as tasteless— apart from tltc chlorine in big cities — merely because they've never given it full savor. TH1L&IM FRONT Joku Damage to soil caused by the force of falling raindrops is some- thing often overlooked, even by soil conservationists. The weight of water falling on an acre of land in an inch of rain is nearly 110 tons, points out Fred- erick Sisal of the Swift Current Soil Research Laboratory, and the drops striking bare soil, splash about 22 5 tons of clay 'or loath soil. * * •* Water is as important as fer- tility for growing crops so it is. essential to hold it where it falls, Experiments at the • Laboratory, says Mr. Sisal, show that an inch of rainfallon a bare clay or loam soil reduces the infiltration rate to approximately. one-third of an inch an hour. If the rainfall is of greater intensity than this, the excess will become the runoff water. This run- off becomes very high during an intense rain, and' is capable•of car- rying a great load of soil with con- sequent severe erosion. * * * Nature's answer is a cushion of organic natter of plants or dead undercornposed plant material. This breaks the force of the falling rain- drops and no soil is lost, but the water gently finds its way into the subsoil for storage and future ttse by growing crops. The simplest way to save the soil and hold the rain where it falls, is to protect the surface of the soil from the force of the rain- drops with a suitable plant or straw mulch cover, BY • HAROI.D ARNETT DIT'S EASY TO SLOT TWO WOOD C CLEATS THE HEADS OF SCREW EYES IN WINDOW FRAME. NAIL CLEATS TO 8OX,SLIP SCREW EVES THF.000H I30X AND TURN. Selecting' sw,ne oreeuutg stock is a year-round job. It is one call- ing for planning, observations, rec- ords, and finally the selection of animals which will maintain or im- prove the performance of the swine herd. * * * Experiments at the Dominion Estperimental Station, Lacombe, show that performance of litter mates is a sound basis for selection for carcass quality. The individual animals must be physically sound, have good length, depth, and bone, and, if gilts, good teats; and should be from the best perforating litters. Litter size and thrift at weaning, feed efficiency, and carcass quality are' the three train factors deter- mining profit from swine. * * * The first profits from swine come from large thrifty litters, points out J. S. Stothart, Animal husband- . man at the Station, and so the gilts going into the herd should be from a large thrifty litter, from a sow which repeatedly farrows large thrifty litters and raises them because she is a good milker and a good mother. The gilt herself should have at least 12 and prefer- ably 14 well spaced, functional teats. She should be checked carefully to see that she has no blind teats. * * * Next, the extra profits front swine are from pigs which convert feed into gain efficiently. Some pigs will gain 100 pounds on from 350 to 400 pounds of leech while others take 450 to 500 pounds to make the sante gain. Obviously, the former is the more profitable. Rate of gain is important but mainly in its as- sociation with lower feed consump- tion. Fast gaining pigs are gener- ally the most economical pigs. The task, and here is where a few sim- ple records taken throughout the year will help, is to select boars and gilts from litters which gain at a satisfactory rate on a low con- sumption of feed. * * * Finally, says Mr. Stothart, the real profits from swine are from pigs which combine litter size and feed efficiency with carcass qual- ity. Carcass quality commands the top market price and comes from pigs of good length without excess back fat; pigs with light shoulders and full meaty hams and loins. The breeding stock which will improve performance and increase profits, therefore, should be selected front large thrifty litters of good feeding, high grading pigs, as indicated by Advanced Registry tests, and car- cass grading results. The Shadows Lift The rains conte, and the wind, and the woodlands are left bare. Grays and browns possess the hills, more bleak'.and drab than seemed possible when autumn was at its height. For a few days the after- glow of the leaves remains under- foot, .a warmth like sunlight. But it fades; it leaches away, and only the grays and the browns remain, Then comes heavy frost. You waken to a November dawn when there is a shimmer, a new, strange light almost forgotten. Frost is there, frost on the grass and thO browning leaves and all the naked little bushes. And the world is no longer brown and gray. It is alive with brightness. Look through the woods and you see new vistas. You see frosty hills and gleaming hol- lows long hidden. For a little while, until the sun has measured a span of its southern arc, it is a new world. Then the frost is gone, and it is a world of grays and browns But there canes another day, when the rain has turned to snow. Early snow that cannot last, At first it melts as it falls, and the grays become blacks. But then the snow begins to stay. The first melt has washed away enough of the earth warmth to let a few flakes remain. Then more flakes. And suddenly it is a world of bright- ness again, a world of overcast and falling snow, but yet a world of light. The hillside whitens, and there are the vistas, the bright dis- tances marked by the naked trees. And one knows all is not brown or gray, that even winter is not so drab. Then a chickadee sings and a junco flashes past, and the gray sky seems to lighten. The shadows lift.—From the New York Times. J3londiln Crosses Niagara Falls Who now, unless it be those ageing inhabitants who were boys and girls in 1859, recalls the ex- plaits of the (nighty Blondin, Mon- arch of the Cable? It is Niagara with which his name is most intimately associated, and it is probably true that on the day of B1ondln's most notorl- ous feat all roads led to the giant cataract. This, according to one fo the historians of the event, was the way the rope was hung; First, a smaller cable was conveyed across the river, a thicker one attached, and to this again was attached the cable pro- per—a three-inch rope of fine and tested hemp. This was in two sec- tions sof a thousand feet each, united by a long splice. Ott the summit of the Canadian cliff it was twined about three axletrees placed one behind another in holes drilled for them in the solid rock, It was made as taut as possible by a windlass worked by horses on the American shore, some two thousand feet distant, The rope hung high at either end, however, and was sagged about fifty feet in the center by its own weight. To reduce the swaying of the slender bridge, it was necessary to put on guy lines. He was no novice. He had walk- ed many ropes before, in perilous places and at perilous heights, It was aro artificial courage that Sion - din possessed, born of mere skill and vanity. The son of one of Na- poleon's own heroes, he had in- herited many of his father's quali- ties. On the voyage to America he had sprung overboard to rescue a drowning man. As performers go, he is said to have been rather mo- ,dest than otherwise. In spite of his reckless daring, he is known to have been not a little cautious where caution seemed to be re- quired. Blondin was inspecting some of the guys. Now he was talking with those about hint. He was staking ready to step off. He was picking up his balance pole—a fifty -pound burden—and placing his foot upon the rope. And now he was launched in .space and had begun Itis journey toward the British province of Upper Canada: a breathless mo- meWitnt. hout hesitation, the perform- er proceeded briskly, almost casu- ally, to the center of the cable. There he seated himself with great composure and glanced com- placently about him at the throng- ing shores. He did not look down, it was reported; that was some- thing he had trained himself never to do, After a few seconds he rose upright, strolled forward again for some feet, and again stopped. This time he stretched himself at full length upon the rope, lying upon his back, his balance pole horizon- tally across his chest. Another mo- ment of suspense; then a feat of appalling rashness. He turned a back somersault upon the rope, caste upright upon his feet, and walking rapidly to his landing stage, arrived as coolly as if he had no more than alighted from a bus. The entire journey, with its stop- overs, had occupied about five minutes.—Front "Bookman's Holi- day," by Vincent Starrett, Copy- right, 1942. Freckles: A nice sun tan—if they'donly get together. Weighty Evidence—Size of this 40 -pound channel bass may be hard to top before the copper - colored -fighters quit running this winter. So far. it's the largest of the species to be taken in in 1951 with rod and reel The huge bass was landed by El- wood Groseclose on tackle more suitable for a three -pound blue- fish. They're Off And Running)—Those are plosti. nags, destined to spend their days galloping around the outer fringes of a merry-go-round spurred on by hard -riding juvenile cowpokes Right now, with the aid of an automatic e d of250 ct frrom t the factory whereg off theyaCargoliner were foaled.They flew there in a (TS AWFULLY 1MAKE SOME LE W MOONAPF! A mows By Arthur Pointer