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The Clinton News Record, 1933-04-20, Page 71mRS.,.'APRIL 20, 1933 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD Health, Cooking Care of Children PASE PAGE7 INTEREST TO OMEN Household OF.. hconoMks Edited By :Lebar Hakeber KI ale Quality That s Unsurpassed "Fresh from the Gardens" 'A Column Prepared Especially for Women But Not Forbidden to Men THE CYCLAMEN ` Once I was but a seed, Brown and unlovely, too. - I never knew The kindly wind that blew To' meet my wistful need, To make me in that hour, a living thing With dim potential power of blos- soming. And; yet I could not live The life I never planned, Until a human hand Laid hold of me, and taught me That life is given to give. That I must die if I would truly be 'The lovely thing the Giver saw in me. So, in the dark, I died. And there and then Life found me; Loosed the grave -clothes that bound mc, And let me go That weary earth -stained men Might see and know How death is but a doorway to per- fection, To all the glories of the Ressurrec- tion. 'Pay Inchfawn. Isn't Spring a wonderful time, and isn't it wonderful to see things coin- ing to life again after the long win- ter? Though, goodness knows, "things" were there, all ready to come to life all winter, if given half a chance. Do' you remember when the weather be- came warm fee a few days in Jan- uary and February, and you were worried lest "things" should sprout and then be nipped with frost when it came, as it was sure to do. Did you go out some day during the win- ter and pile on some more covering on a precious root which you didn't wish to lose? But, although we knew that the life was there, ready to break forth, the miracle is none the less heart -grip- ping when Spring actually conies and we can see the little shoots come a- long without fear of harm from old Jack Frost, who has been pretty thoroughly routed for this season. Some hardly roots sprout so early, and nothing seems to discourage them, they just keep coming right a- long, and if you do not prune and trim them a bit they would soon take up much more room than you had or- iginally intended them to. Then oth- er plants seem to be so diffident. They have to be coaxed along and if some sturdy plant begins to encroach on them they immediately give ground, cannot fight for a place in the sun at all. The gardener has to see that they get justice. These shy plants may bloom beautifully when they get their chance, but you have to see that they get it. "Perennials are nearly all weeds," a lady said to me last year, when I ,was getting some roots from her, "you have to watch them or they will spread all over the place." And, sure enough, some of them would. You have to watch them and keep them within bounds. I had a lovely time with delphin- iums last year. I got a half dozen or so roots and they every one lived and every one, even one which I in- advertently decapitated with my hoe, bloomed. I was thrilled when the long spikes of bloom began to come and, because I was so glad to have something I had really grown myself to give away, I began at once to cut them ae they 'came. So they just kept running up new flower spikes, one after another, and kept at it un- til the snow came. People exclaim- ed at such late bloom, but as I didn't knew any better I took it as a mat - 6attabian OF Tut rdicat Aosertation and Life Insurance Companies in Canada. Edited by GRANT FLEMING, M.D., Associate Secretary MUTUAL AID - es, to the maintenance of an adequate 'Health, particularly mental health, is dependent upon reasonable security against uncontrollable events of life, such as sickness and death. Lack of economic security leads to worry, which, in turn, means at least unhap- piness and which is, in many Cases, 'the basis of serious physical and mental disabilities. The campaign of the life insurance companies of Can- ada and the United States for "Fin- • ancial Independence through Life In- surance has, therefore, a health as well as a financial significance. The idea of mutual aid goes back • many centuries, and we find .numer- ous records in history of ways in which people have united to help each other in time of need. It was realiz- ed that there was greater strength and security in the group than in the individual. Our whole modern civilization of- fers many examples of this principle of mutual aid. We have any number of organizations which include, a- mong their objectives, 'the assistance of members or other individuals who •are in need. This spirit of service may be said to be the driving -force in all worth -while organizations. At the present time, the need for mutual 'aid is more *Merit thar ever. In the field of public health, we see that concerted action has'se=. cured a large measure of health pro' 'lection for those "living in areas which have joined together for that purpose. In such areas, taxpayers a-• gree to contribute'through their tax-, health department, and ao, indivi- vidually and collectively, they secure health service through mutual aid. The maintenance of health depart- ments is a form o" i isurance. In- surance is a form of mutual aid. A group agree to make certain fixed regular payments so that each one of them, indivinually, may secure econ- omic protection in the event of cer- tain hs:pponings. Because or the un- certainty of accidents, sickness and death, the only way in which most people can make provision a;;n.nstl such even is is on the hucis of groep action or mutual aid. Lack of security drives the worker too hard in his effort to be prepared against such happenings. He wor- ries because he feels insecure as re- gards himself and his family, and, from his overwork and his worry, cer- tain ills may spring. By sharing the dangers which threaten him, that is. by taking advantage of the mutual aid idea of insurance, he. can, . in large. measure, free himself of worry and not be such a slave to work. Re- laxation should not have to wait for the later years of life. The whole of life should have time for a 'healthy nixture'of work and play. Toomuch of either is undesirable; it is the fair. mixture of both which provides for the healthiest and the happiest life. Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As - sedation, 184 College Street, Toren- to,' will be answered personally by letter, SAYS HE CAN SAVE SAVE James Mitchell, 60 -year old fir discovered new mechanical laws that try. He says his device constructed cent. in time and 100 per cent. in 100' PER CENT. IN POWER mer of Grimsby, Ont., claims to have should revolutionize modern indus- under the new law will save 50 per power, sm� mm.. ter of course. Then I was told that it was cutting the bloom which kept them coining. Those delphiniums are now beginning to sprout again and I'nm going to try this cutting business again this year, if there's anything to cut. Flowers that bloom all summer are the kind of flowers for ordinary folk to have and the • delicate blue of those delpbiniume is a pleasant memory. Hope they repeat their performance of last year I this season. If they do, I will. —REBEKAE. SEAFORTH: The immerse was the scene of a pretty Easter wedding when Annabel Louise, younger daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John A. Mills of Blyth, was married to Wil- liam Herbert Anderson, only son of Mr. and Mrs. William Anderson of Walton. The ceremony was conduct- ed by Rev. J. B. Kahle, cousin of the bride, assisted by Rev. C. C. Kaine the bride's uncle. The bride, given in marriage by her father, was love- ly in peach corded taffeta, with blue clippers, a necklet of blue aqua- marine and crystals, the gift of the groom, and carrying Butterfly roses. Miss Elizabeth Mills, sister of the bride, wearing pale green flowered chiffon with mauve sash, presided at the piano during the ceremony and the signing of the register. The bride and groom were unattended. After the ceremony the wedding party, including the immediate re- latives, motored to Goderich for the wedding dinner at the Bedford House The tables were pretty with Easter lilies and spring flowers, centred with the wedding cake. The couple left by motor to eastern points, the bride travelling in a grey coat cf French crepe, with a dress of blue figured crepe, with blue hat, and accessories to match, GRAND BEND: A pretty wed- ding was solemnized at Grand Bend. United church Saturday, in the pre- sence of over 300 persons, when the Rev. Mr. Maines •of Sarnia, united in marriage William A. Mathers, son of Mr. and Mrs: A. Mathers of London, and Miss Edith Marie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. Lovie, Grand Bend. After the ceremony the young couple motored to Exeter for 'the wedding group photos, after which they returned 'to the home of the bride's parents where 75 invited guests sat with the wedding party to dinner. The bridal party left shortly after by motor for Toronto, Niagara Falls and other points and on their return will reside in Lon- don. GODERICH: The hydro electric system here showed a net loss of $1,193.04 on operating account dur- ing 1932. This information is con- tained in the annual report of the auditor of the provincial commission just received. The deficit is due to the unforeseen payment •of New York exchange on. IT. E. P. Ci bonds part of which was assessed to the municipalities. The result of the past year's operations will not af- fect the rate charged the consumer, it is stated. The auditor's report shows that while the number of el - citric light consumers has increased, there is less electricity being con- sumed in domestic service. People ore more careful about turning out their lights when not in use than they were in more prosperous days. Total receipts of the local system in 1932 were 861,812.20, and expendi, tures $63,005.84, a net loss of $1,- 193.64. The suns of $4,969 is writter off for depreciation. The assets ov- er liabilities amount en '073,377.27. The total assets are given as $245,- 000.84, and liabilities as $117,076.87 The latter includes 852,324.74 for debentures not yet matured. The lo. cal conmrission's equity in the pro- vincial system is $63,694.65. HAS A NEW LOVE Joan Fry, former British tennis star and now lylrs. Thomas Lake - man, has a, new lover She is shown here' with her husband, 'Captain Lakeman aud'.,,their infant daughter as • they appeared at St. John's church,• Woking, for the christening, THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, ' Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful and Ins Airing. MY SINGING SELF As I stand on the hill, with the wind unfurled I gaze far out, on the rim of the world. As the sails beat in from the restless sea My singing self comes back to me. So long, it seems, since "its" voice had fled I thought me my singing self was dead, But the world is filled with a golden shine Like a glass of sparkling sun -lit wine. So (like a capricous wayward elf) Back comes my wandering singing self From the paths of sea and air afar. Oh! leave the door of joy ajar, So when my singing self goes through, Then I may go a -wandering too. Myrtle Corcoran Watts. e=[ FAITH True faith is like a telescope, Revealing things unseen. Through which, though clouds ob- scure our sky The distant hills look green. By Faith we rise up in the morn, By Faith receive our bread. And, 'tis by that same hand that we Throughout the clay are led, By Faith we see the sunset's glow, After a day of rain, By Faith, when Winter's reign is o'er The buds burst forth again. Though through a glass we darkly see And shadows o'er us loom, Yet, the all -seeing eye of Faith Will penetrate the gloom. Beyond the distant mountain -tops We'll view the rising sun, While birds proclaim with joyous lay Another day's begun! A. Rose Kearns. SO BLIND WAS I I used to grumble at the noise, The muddy footprints on the floor, The litter made by all his toys, The constant banging.of the door, So blind was I—I could not see How precious was God's gift to mc. Oh, how could I have hurt him so? ills baby eyes with tears were wet At my harsh words—How I would show My fondness if I had him yet. The house is still—across the way My neighbor's children are at play. The little toys are laid aside, No muddy footprints mar the bright And shining floor, which was my pride. My heart is breaking, yet what right Have I to murmur or complain Because God took him back again? —K. Frampton, o-=1[ WEAVING There are many threads from which I weave The pattern of my days, And some are bright and some are dark, And some are sober greys. But the whole piece ,glows with the color of life Figured by things I dot Household and garden and clothes to mend Each has a different hue. A blue piece here, and there some green, And then some. threads of white, How lovely the pattern looks when set On the dark background of night. Let no one call me a "household drudge," Let no one pity one, For I am an artist in love with my worle— A weaver of tapestry. • Alice A. Keen. 3 I KNOW SOMETHING GOOD ABOUT YOU Wouldn't this old world be better, If the folks we meet would say, N.1 Wouldn't it be, fine and dandy, If each handclasp, warm and true, Carried with it this assurance, "I know something good about you?" Wouldn't life be lots more happy, If the good that's in us all Were the only thing about us That folks bothered to recall? Wouldn't life be lots more happy, If we praised the good we see? Foo' there's such a lot of goodness In the worst of you and me. Wouldn't it be nice to practice That fine way of thinking too? You know something good about me! I know something good about you! —Selected. BIRDS OF EVENING When the rooks fly homeward and the gulls are following high, And the gray feet of the silence with a silver dream are shod, I mind me of the little wings abroad • in every sky, Who seek their sleep of God. Whein the dove is hidden and the dew is white on the corn, And the dark bee in the heather, and the shepherd with the sheep, I mind me of the little wings in the holm -oak and the thorn Who talo of Him their sleep. When the brier closes and the iris - flower is furled, And over the edge of the evening the martin knows her nest, I mind me of the little hearts abroad in all the world Who find in Him their rest. —By Marjorie Pickhall. ecEnsieem "Summer is coming, summer Is coin- ing, I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again; love again," Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in, under the blue, Last year you sang it as gladly. "New, new, new, new!" Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? "Love again, song again, nest again, young again," Never a prophet so crazy. And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. "Here again, here, here, here, happy year." 0 warble, unehidden, unbidden! Sumner is coming, is coming, my dear. And all the winters are bidden. *Tennyson. C`11tt� WAITING Serene I hold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; I rave no more 'gains': time or fate, For lol my own shall come to one. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder height; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delight. The stars come nightly to the sky, The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me. —John Burroughs. THE FIELDS OF HOME How restful are the folds of home How rich the black familiar loam, How blue the morning skies! To travel -weary eyes!' Though. far-off vineyards blossom fair, And foreign blooms are •sweet; How eoutfoeting ' the_ fields. which How peaceful are the fields we know In childhood's happy day. They wait as if they feel it's true; We've been too long away. The smoke of home is wreathed a- bove The old remembered roof, And we can see thespot where lave Is faith's enduring proof. How healing are the fields of home To eyes grown tired of town. We strike across the fields of home To lay our burdens down. Before a shabby little place The years have made es "'sleet!' Thank God who gave to us the grace Of loving home fields best! SPRING The soft wind is rustling each green - tinted tree, The brook runs so merrily into the sea; The flowers wear smiles and the leaves dance along, The bee hums its lay and the 'wren chants its song. The clouds are at play in their can- ' opy blue, The sun shines on green glades all covered with dew, The swallows are gossiping up in the sky, The squirrels chirp gaily as they frolic by. The joy and the gladness of blossom'. ing ground, "ry The guy laugh of Nature as she looks around, The murmur of waters, the budding of flowers, The soft shades of eve, and the crisp April showers. For each thing is fair with the glory of Spring, The birds in the air, as onward they -wing, Unite to proclaim with their ban- ners unfurled, That God's in His Heaven, all's well with the world. •-lSidney S. Lewis. C=CA OLD MAN, OLD MAN By Daniel W. Hickey Old man, old man, Plodding down the street, Drooping, aging shoulders, Weary, weary feet; Old man, old "man I wonder if you know That crocuses are lighting fires Along the way you go? I see them—pink and yellow, And here a scarlet one, Shouting in a song of flame: "Now the winter's clone" Old man, old man, I wonder if you see Above your head a thousand stars Upon that cherry tree? I wonder if you see this bud That soon will be a rose Before so ninny dawns will break, So many twilights close? Old man, old man, Bent with toil and care, I wonder if you know that April Runs beside you there? —New York American. "How is Meier getting on now he is married?" "Well, telegram of congratula- tions arrived a month late and lie refused to take it in."—Stuttgarter Illustrierte Zeitung, Stuttgart. WINGHAM: Annie Carrick Mc- Donald, wife of Thomas Groves, died in the Wingham General Hospital Sunday afternoon, following an op- eration for appendicitis. Deceased was in her 59th year and was born in Hay Township, near Exeter. She carne to .this locality when a small girl and resided here since. Besides her husband, are two sons and four daughters, Mrs. Harvey Burns, of Stratford; Mr's. Lewis Storey, of Teeswater; Lillian, dune and Marlin, at home; Earl, of Wingham; also three brothers and four sisters James, of Wingham; Joseph and Nathaniel, of Exeter; Mrs. Patterson and Minnie, of Griswold, Man.; Mrs. L, Lee, of Portland, Ore.; .Mrs. H. Green, 'of Marquette, Mich. A pri- vato service will be conductd at her late residence, Lower Wdngham, on Thursday afternoon, at 1.30 p.m.. with service in St. Paul's Anglican Church at 2 o'clock by the rector. "I know something good about you," 1;- bear Rev:'^ Ernest Hopes. Interment will And then treat us just 'that way? Our swift, home -coming feet! be made in the Wingham Cometery. elitalMsocemeranaseenerair • c19 a SI ry to Tell as T