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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1933-12-07, Page 8TI-IURS., DEC. " 7, 1933 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD Health, Cooking Care of Children PAG INTEREST Edited By Lebam Hakeber Yralc RuMlllahioIIS of fte6egaV A Column Prepared Especially for . Women— But Not Forbidden to Men WE SHALL 'BE "REMEMBERED We shall be remembered When we are dead By the peculiar ways that we 'have— The lift of a head, A gesturing hand, or by some swift' .Word we' have said. ^Cameo -cut on heart walls, , ' 'thus we shrill' be: 'The little odd ways that make you, Those that make me, Will have become a earven thing In memory. ' Knowing this, oh, my comrades, What of .our days? Bow very beautiful they should be— Our words, our ways. We shall pass on, but leave behind Something' that stays. —Grace 'Noll Crowell. I wonder what we should all like to be remembered for? Suppose we left the community in which we live, not necessaiily (leaving this world, because When people die those left behind try to remember their good qualities and forget the ill. What is ' it Browning says ? something about "their few faults drying up like dead flowerets," But supposing we should leave the community to live in another, what should we be remem- bered by? What would you like to be remem- bered by? Iknow a lot of things I wouldn't like to be remembered for: as a person who always was looking out for No. 1 and never thought of anyone else; as a person who always thought the worst about people, al- ways put a bad construction on what others did,. if there was any way to do it; as one who rejoiced at the bad fortune of another and hated to see others happy and fortunate; and a lot of others things. But that is negative. What should I like to have people remember me 1' for? Well, I'm afraid I cannot say) as T' fall. so far short of what I should like to: be, to set it down on • paper would only call attention to my 'shortcomings. But perhaps if we all just took a look at ourselves and then thought deeply on what we should like to be in the eyes of eth- ers it might help us to order our or- dinary, everyday living to come a little nearer our ideal. e I have before me as I write a little booklet issued by the Hamilton Branch of the Canadian Women's Press Club; a little sketch of the life of Kathleen Blake Coleman, better !mown to many in Canada as "Kit." It is written by Miss Mabel Burk- holder of Hamilton, and the aim of the little volume is to put something like a little life sketch, into the hands of the friends of ,Canada's pioneer newspaper woman and, ineidentally, to assist in a fund to erect a memor- ial to her memory. Do you remember "Kit," whose breezy, clever oclumn was the de. light of hosts of women, and some men, readers of the Mail during the last decade of the last century and. the first decade of the present cen- tury? Well, even if you do not, you have heard of her from your mothers or grandmothers, that is, if they were readers of the Mail and the Mail and Empire after they were amalgamat- ed. Those were the days before every one bad a car to run about in; before people had telephones and could gos- sip readily with neighbours; before radios were thought of and before the advent of rural delivery and the daily paper on the farm, when the weekly paper, was eagerly looked for, arriving at the end of the week. The farmer, no doubt; first turned to the markets, but his wife read "Kit" She was a brilliant woman and had she lived in this day, when we - mens' work in journalism is so much better recognized, she would have won a far greater place. She was amongst the few who, encouraged by the late George Ham of the C; P. R., who continued all his life to be a good friend to his godchild, formed the Women's Press Club. She was, by the way, connected with a Seaforth family, Dr. Cole- man, her husband, being a Seaforth boy. Kathleen Blake Coleman pioneer- ed journalism for women in Canada and those who cone after her do well to endeavor to keep her memory green. Another pioneer woman journalist was Mrs. Grace Denison of Toronto, another Irish woman, who wrote far a number of periodicals but who was a member of the 'Toronto Saturday Night staff for many years, "doing" society and also conducting a columna under the pen -name of "Lady Gay." Mrs. Denison began her career on the Saturday Night, having been started by the late E. E. Sheppard, its founder, and was asked to conduct the society column because she had the entree to all the best homes in the city. She, herself, thought slightingly of that part of her work, though the paper considered it inmpor- tant. She was a contemporary and an intimate friend of Kit's but continued her world longer, passing away in 1913, while still in active work on the Saturday Night, Mrs. Denison was a witty and pleasing writer and made her influ- ence felt in the field of women's newspaper work. I did not know "Kit" personally but had the privi- teallat Scivic OF THF .h i Oiattabtan Tr tbird m: atio t and Life Insurance Companies in Canada. Edited by GRANT FLEMING, M.D., Associate Secretary A BOX OF SALVE Among the assortment of remedies that go to make up the household's supply of "medicines," there is 12511- • aily to be found a box of salve. Of- : ten it is very old, and its original purpose has been quite forgotten. Even if it has been acquired recent- ly, it is most apt to be soiled and contaminated by countless fingers and frequent use. Ointments which have been pre- scribed for specific conditions are of unquestioned value; they are the es- tablished remedies for a number of skin diseases. Ointments, however, of no specific value, that lie around in the medicine chest, belong to that great class of nostrums known as ''cure -alis." They are said to cure with ease every kind of skin disor- ' der from eorns to cold sores. 'Their devotees are willing to swear to their efficacy in almost every skin condition. Sometimes 'these ointments do lit- tle ittle harm other than to delay nature in the healing ,process by keeping moist a wound that would heal more rapidly in the dry: state. Sometimes the delay is due to the ointment's blocking up a collection of pus that should be allowed to drain freely. The real danger, however, that ' lies' in the application of ointments letter. or salves is their indiscriminate use on fresh scratches and wounds. Such scratches and wounds should be re- garded seriously. iVery often they re- quire medical care if a serious con• dition is to be avoided. Many fatal cases of septicaemia, or "blood - poisoning" have followed careless-. ness pr neglect of what seemed to be insignificant seratohes. In the case of even the slightest abrasion con- taminated with soil, there is the dan- ger of tetanus, or "lock-jaw." What should be done for scratcher and minor cuts that are of frequent occurrence, especially with children? The first requirement is to see that they aro cleansed properly. Thr most effective cleansing agent is soap and warm water. Following this, one of the well-known antisep- tics solutions may be used, and a clean gauze dressing ,applied. This procedure serves as an adequate pro- tection in most instances. If the cut or scratch is at all seaere, the family physician should be called. In any event, there Is no indicat- tion for the use !of an ointment, and particularly one that has been lying around the medicine chest. Questions •concerning Health, ad. dressed to the Canadian Medical As. sedation, 184 College Street, Toren• to, will be answered personally be lege of: knowing "Lady Gay" very well, indeed, having worked with her for some year's, and her kindly Irish heart and her clever and witty per- sonality completely won, me over. I shall never forget her and her many little kindnessesand courtesies: to me as a shy and somewhat lonely bit of a girt "from the country," and one who had been reading and admiring her before ever meeting her. • Now that women have won ,for themselves an assured place in the journalist field, even though some hurdles have still -to be topped, should not forget the pioneers nor what they owe to them. —REBEKAH, "THE PARENTS'- PERSONAL SERVICE" A Unique Service Renderedbythe Hospital for Sick Children, Toronto Three years ago, the Hospital for Sick Children, Toronto—the pioneer hospital in 'Canada for children. only —tentatively started a service to be known as "The Parents' Personal Service." This means that the Hospital set aside a graduate narse, with her stenographer, for the 'exclusive use of the parents, in order that they might have',a direct and intimate source .of information re (their chil- dren, not only as to the ailment for which they were admitted but the little individual conditions. It is comforting to talk with, or write to, someone who hes time to.see and chat with their little one, and who can tell them how he looks, and answer such questions as: Is he able to be up, or sit up in bed? Does he miss us and fret? ? Does he play with the other children and so on, dozens of anxious inquiries, and meaning much to the home folk. If they live in the City they may see and talk to her any hour. To -day the Hospital's officials re- gard. this Service with pride, as it reveals the spirit of the Institution, supplying, as it does, the human touch that sets it apart from a mere repair factory and shows it as a house, not only of healing, but of sympathy and understanding towards the parents. As the Hospital takes in children from every corner of Ontario, not- withstanding that sone of the larger cities now have a hospital of their own, this has increased the Hospi- tal's correspondence immensely. ' A look at the file for this Service, however, shows how worth -while the experiment has proved. There are thousands of letters, intensely human documents, from parents. A play- wright would consider it a rich field It contains ready-made blocks of assorted emotions for the making of dramas—love, pity, longing, anxiety, fear, faith, hope, exaltation and grat- itude—all crammed between its cov- ers. The nurse in charge of this Service is naturally immensely popular with the children. They look to her for news from home. To the parents, also, she is a very real person, though they may never have seen her, ane) some write to her after their children are home. Neither do the children forget her, as the concluding sen tense, in a letter from a child, home many months, shows: '"I have just finished my homework, and I am very tired and I just wrote this let- ter to see what you are doings Goodnight and God bless you." This last, no doubt, was prompted by a grateful mother. Then there is the letter of the .lit- tle boy, successfully treated for In- fantile Paralysis, who thought long- ingly of .home while in the Hospital, and of his Hospital friends wher discharged. "Just a line to -let you know how I am. My leg is all beta ter now. I can walk quite well nowt I am glad to be home, but I am still lonesome for the Hospital. • I will soon be able to walk good. How is Herby now? Is he gone to 'Thistle - town yet? This is the first time I have written a letter with a pen and ink. Well, I guess I'll close now." An institution that Is not content to heal only, but feels for the dis- tressed parents to the .extent of sets ting aside a .graduate nurse and her stenographer solely for the purpose of lightening their anxiety, must awaken in the hearts of all a desire to help support that Institution. last year showed a great increase in the number of patients treated. The revenues fell far short of the actual cost.. Public benevolence must make up the difference. Contribu- tions of any amount are received with gratitude, and every donation is acknowledged by mail and pub- lished in The Evening Telegram Send .care of the Seeretary-Treastir- er, Hospital for Sick Children, 67 College street, Toronto 2. 'PAC E 7 Household Ee.,onomics WHAT OTHER NEWSPAPERS (Continued from page 0) man, the forms are ready for the press again. And the editor -goes down and deposits some more money in the bank. ' It is the greatest snap in the cata- iogue.—Blainrnore Enterprise., ' ire WEATHER VARIABLE The last' few' weeks we hear 'a great' deal about the unusual early winter. which set in this year the early part of November, we are however grateful for this bit of in- formation given us by one of our old- er residents of town, namely, Mr. John Gellman, Sr.,. who advises us that in years `gone by the weather- man has always varied at times. The earliest winter he can remember was in 1868 when winter set in on October 10th, and was a long win- ter.. Then he also recalls that in 1882 there was no winter at all, had no snow and the farmers could do plowing every month of the year. So When we have a mild winter scien- tists tell us that the earth is getting warmer, and then when a cold and hard winter follows we are told that the earth is getting Golder, and that humanity and vegitation will be ex- tinct in the matter of time. But when we look up these back data we cannot help but admit that the wea- ther is at present as uncertain and changeable as ever. --Zurich Herald. pie GIVING US TOUGH TIME The men. in the northern bush went on strike. It is said that the Reds were responsible. If that is the case Canada is having a tough break as in England Russia is stealing our lumber business and at home the Reds are seeking to create trouble. —Wingham Advance -Times. Celt AT IMPORTANT FUNCTION • OVER HALE CENTURY AGO The late Sir John A. McDonald, IC. C. B., M.P., spoke at a Lucknow Liberal Conservative Association banquet fifty-five years ago, that is if he fulfilled the engagement. Mr. R. J. Cameron has in his possession a printed invitation to this banquet which was held in Pasgoe's Hotel on October 16th, 1878, at which Sir John A. was the chief speaker. Tick- ets sold for $1.00 and J. S. Tennant was president and Fred Grundy, sec- retary of the association. .--•ILucknow Sentinel. WHAT A PITY While we have every -sympathy with struggling merchants and sup- port every legitimate means of gathering in trade, we greatly de- plore the commercializing of the children's friend, Santa Claus. We have seen this dear old saint terribly misrepresented. We have seen him put forward as wearing false whis- ker. The dear old fellow does noth- ing of the sort. Such whiskers as he has are all his awn. We have seen him set forth as possesed of an enormous paunch made up ,of pillows and all such feathery stuff. Now does not the poet tell us that he pos- sesses "A round little belly That shook when he.laughed like a bowlful of jelly." Then he is represented as Iuniber- ing about in broad daylight. Now is• it not a well known fact that this friend of childhood coins in the night when all are sound asleep, when "Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse!" Then he has been represented as asking children to write him letters, telling him what they want. Tut. Tut! Santa knows what little folk want and he'll bring it if love can but find the way. Then he has been rep- resented as lumbering about Christ- mas trees, while all folk who have the facts know that he is as spry as a moonbeam. He's ten thousand times nicer than any picture. Into his big heart are crammed all the good things that love can put there. His music is the laughter and the jay of childhood. His strength and beauty are the good will and the friendship of every child of Adam, his aim, the fulfilment of every pure and honest hope of boys anti girls. ,Elis real horn is away up there where no ill will ever comes. His bed, the memory of suffering reliev- ed and help; . timely gladly afforded. The real Santa is not to be'b'ougbt or sold but to be believed in and loved and honored while children laugh and brave men endure. He is our best selves in thought and action and not to be bought or sold or commercializ- ed in any way. —Exeter Tines -Advocate. REALLY A SERIOUS BUSINESS An auditor of Huron county, who was found guilty of accepting a bribe of fifty dollarsto cover up a short- age hortage in the ,treasurer's books, was given a suspended sentence of one month. Apparently time courts over that way take the duties: of the audi- tors aboutas lightly as the county councils dc; when they make appoint- ments.—'Fergus News -Record. 1 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• BEGGARS And so they find my door With little prayers, Trying to sell their bits Of shoddy wares. Timid old' faded eyes That beg and plead Even before they speak To voice their need. And so I buy their pins . . And home made lace. (I never could resist A tired face.) Or turn a feeble, shabby Soul away. (My last dime bought a bunch Of cress, today.) But for Thy mercy, Lord, Thy boundless store, I, too, might peddle pins From door to door. —Edna Jaques. C.aEiEseY REMEMBER Remember me when I am gone away. Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell 'me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; 'you understand It will be late to counsel, then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterward remember, do not grieve; For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. —.Christina Georgina Rossetti. " build; For I've a carol' which some shep herds hoard. Once in a wintry field. . Christina Rossetti. (1.1:a31 SOME LOVELY THING The day will bring some lovely thing, I say it over each new dawiY; Some gay, adventurous thing to hold Against my heart when it is gone;' And so I rise—and go to meet The day with wings upon my feat. 1 come upon it unaware— Some sudden `beauty without name; A snatch' of song—a breath of pine- A poem lit with a golden flame; High tangled bird notes—keenly thin- ned— Like flying color in the 'wind. , No day, has ever failed me quite; Before the grayest day is done I find some misty purple bloom, Or a late line of crimson sun. Each night I pause—tremembering— Some gay, adventurous, lovely thing. —Anon. I READ A BOOB I read a book last week. The author dipped his facile pen in fire And seared raw facts into my brain. Up from the mire he dragged dark truth And flaunted it. He made all youth Abnormal, all love lust, and God a jest, And as I read, I knew his soul was warped; His mind must know despair, think- ing all truth Was ugliness laid bare. And then I read another book. The author sat upon the very throne of Truth And used a pen far mightier than a sword. .He wrote of youth triumphant, clean and fine. He wrote of Sin, compassion in each line, He wrote of Love—it blossomed like a rose Sprang from good soil. He wrote of One, Giver of that great Trinity of Gifts, Life, love and beauty, and when he, was done, I knew somehow my stumbling feet had trod The trail he'd blazed for me to his Friend, God. --(Clare MoClure. e DECEMBER Nay, no closed doors for me, But open doors and open hearts and glee To welcome young and old. Dimmest and brightest month am I; My short days end, my lengthening days begin; What matters more or less sun in the sky When all is sun within? Ivy and privet, dark as night I weave with hips and haws a cheerful show, And holly for a beauty and delight, And milky mistletoe. • While high above them all I set Yew twigs and Christmas roses pure and pale; Then, Spring her snowdrop and her violet May keep, so sweet and frail. Maykeepeach merrysinging bird, be! Of all her happy birds, that singing Racked and soiled the faded air. THE DONKEY When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born; With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody IOn alI four footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride lime: I am dumb, I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears, And 'palms before my feet. —!G. K. Chesterton. PRE-EXISTENCE I laid me down upon the shore And dreamed a little space; I heard the great waves break and roar; The sun was on my face. My idle hands and fingere brown PIayed with the pebbles grey: The waves came up, the waves went down, Most thundering and gay. The pebbles, they were smooth and round And warm upon my bands, Like little people I had found Sitting among the sands. The grains of sand so shining -small Soft through my fingers ran; The sun shone down upon it all, And so my dream began, How all of this had been before; How ages far away I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to -day. The waves came shining up the sands As here to -day they shine; And in my pre-Pelasgian hands The sand was warm and fine. I have forgotten whence I came, Or what my home might be, Or by what strange and savage name I called that thundering sea. I only know the sun shone down As still it shines to -day And in my fingers long and brown The little peblbes lay. —Frances Cornford. eazalree PIPER, PLAY! Now the furnaces are out, And the aching anvils sleep; Down the road the grimy rout Tramples homeward twenty deep. Piper, playl Piper, play! Though we be o'erlaboured men, :Ripe for rest, pipe your best! Let us foot it once again! Bridled looms delay their din; All the humming wheels are spent; Busy spindles cease to spin, Warp and woof must rest content. Piper, play! Piper, play! For a little we are free! Foot it, girls, and shake your curls, Haggard creatures though we Freshens in our holiday; , Clouds and tides our respite sham; Breezes linger by the way. Piper, rest! Piper, rest! • Now, a carol of the moon! Piper, piper, play your best! , Melt the sun into your tune! We are of the humblest grade; Yet we dare to dance our fill. Male and female were we made- Fathers,mothers, lovers still! Piper --softly;, soft, and low; Pipe of loveein mellow notes, Till the tears begin to flow And our hearts are in our throats. Nameless as the stars of night Far in galaxies unfurled, Yet we wield unrivalled might, Joints and hinges of the world! Night and day! night and day! Sound the song the hours re. hearse! Work and play! work and. play! The order of the universe! Now the furnaces are out, And the aching anvils sleep; Down the road a merry rout Dances homeward, twenty deep, Piper, play! Piper, play! Wearied people though we be, Ripe for rest, pipe your best! For a little we are free! —John Davidson, MELANCHOLY' MOOD Hours have I listened For November song, Only silence waits me Gray and long. Death is in the poplars On a loved hill, Now the winds are patient And so still. Fruitless is the valley, - Desolate the way Where the thrush and violet Kept the May. Plundered is the hawthorn Once a dear delight; Shadows have no carer, Stars no light. Beauty is a phantom, Life is but a day, And the builcled castle Is decay. Hour's have I listened For November's song— Only silence waits me, Gray and long. —Ella II. Eckel. EAT AS YOU IEEE SAYS LONDON' PHYSICIAN, RUT IN MODERATION ' London, Eng.—Eat what you fan. cy. This is the advice of a famous physician, Sir James Crichton- Browne, and it was given after he had eaten an eight -course dinner giv. en by the Institute or Certified Groc- ers at which he was speaker. He is 93 years of age. Sir James expres- sed strong disagreement with what he called "food faddists," and said he always ate what he liked and ad- vised his patients to do the same — but in moderation. "About food the most arrant and fantastic nonsense is talked and written," Sir James said. "Every kind of f000d is alternately lauded as life-saving and denounced as a poison. The faddists and the cranks are never at rest. The man with a good appetite, a clean palate and commonsense, may go on con- fidentially eonsuming the varied foods to which he has been accustom- ed without risk:" he said. What Do You Think "I think marriages are really made in heaven don't you." 'Well if all men took as long to propose as you most of them would have to be. • "Were you brave at the dentist's?" "Rather! I told him I could mot pay the bill until next year." Authorities • Agree That,tuberculous infection does not, as a rime, take place in adult life, but that the disease, breaking out in later years is an outcome o child infection—the dormant germ only awaitin • some run-down con- dition, some lowering of vitality, to break into activity, authorities now agree. Children are especially . suscept lhlo to infection; there is scarcely a chance of escape if they are al- lowed to remain in - the homes of the tuberculous. We 1rave,there- fore, in this disease a vital child problem, Guard them from contact with consumptives. Keep them in the fresh air day and night; cleanse -and nourish their bodes so that they may grow up strongtih©realltihty men and women, -and t against consumption will be won. Per children already infected ' there is the Queen Mary Hospital whore they should bo taken without delay, for only through such treat- ment as is afforded at this institu- tion; is there hopeof recovery. As this .hospital is maintained largely by voluntary contributions —please send your gift to George A. !Reid, Treasurer, Queen brary, Hospital for 'Consumptive Children.. 223 College Street, Toronto 2,' be World's Greatest aanclia how Yours by rtisin