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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1942-01-01, Page 7TI -I U RS., JAN. 2, 1942 THE HOUSEIiOLD ECONOIVLICS THE CLINTON NEWS-RECORT) Bur lar ri .0,-- istiros 45y �Pola a' -F./agel iT WAS midnight on Christmas 3 Eve, Seven-year-old Jack; having baffled the sandman since eight o'clock, tossed back the covers and crept down- stairs. Now, at long Last, he would learn the truth- about Santa Claus. Man or myth? Chim- riey sweeper or a lovable old red -nosed gentleman? When the clock struck one Jack was still sitting patiently in'the.ehair by the fireplace, watching the em- bers glow and wane. Tinsel on the nearby Christmas tree glistened. It was all very exciting, but where wao Kris Kringle? The noise Tack heard a moment later might have been Santa but it didn't come from the chimney. Quickly the boy jumped back in the shadows while he heard. the din- ing room window raise slowly. A gush of cold air, heavy footsteps, and then Jack heard the window close, Frightened, he crept forward urn til he could see where blue rnpn•-- light filtered into the dining room There Jack saw—not Santa Clave" but a masked burglar, systematical.. ly looting the silverware! Seconds dater his softly slipprree feet carried the lad upstairs int, his parents' bedroom. The boy :rho-! io father. Dad!" he whisuered loudly. eyes blazing. "Dad! Wake up!" "Grlummph," came the sleep; answer. "A burglar, Dad! Wake ups Cvli the police!" Not waiting, Jack reached For I he bedside telephone himself His mo h er still slumbered. "Operator?" he asked. "Senct the police over to our house right away There's a burglar downstairs!" By that time it was out of Jeck'i• hands. His parents were wide awake now, clinging to their here Jack reached for the telephone himself. son and listening. During the heat two minutes they heard a stark drama—downstairs the dining room window opened and closed, In the distance, growing ever nearer, was the hum of a motor which they knew would be the. police car. They heard it stop outside. Then came a shout, "Stop thief!" A brief scuffle, and they knew the burglar was captured. Next morning Jack was awakened by his lather. "Son," he began, eyes twinkling, "I forgot to ask last night how you happened to bear that burglar." Jack blushed. "I was downstairs, Dad, waiting for Santa Claus. Wanted to see if he really does come on Christmas eve." His father laughed heartily. "But Jack!" he protested. "Don't you know that Santa Claus never comes when • little' boys and girls are watching? Till bet he's been here by' this time,, though. Let's go see!"' Downstairs Jack's surprise was di- vided between two equally fascinat- ing subjects. Around the Christmas tree were more presents than he'd ever seen before, including a brand new bicycle! 'But off' to- one side was a jolly looking, bIue-uniformed policeman. "Sonny," th8 copper began, "That burglar you captured lastnight was 'Lightning Pete,' a most notorious house. breaker." Jack's jaw dropped. "Best of all," the policeman con- tinued, "there's a $500 reward for his capture, and it alI belongs to you. Here's the check." Jack could barely say "Thank you," so amazed was he. "I guess," . he finally mumbled, "that Santa Claus is wearing a blue uniform this year." (Released by Western Newspaper Union., Shepherd Village Plays Bethlehem Les Baur in France, a village of shepherds, puts on ohe of the most dramatic Christmas celebrations in fele . world, and has done it yearly for over a thousand years. The peas- antsact out the whole Bethlehem story with real oxen. Thousands of visitors come every Christmas eve to see the event. Christmas in Sweden Sweden celebrates her Christmas December. 24 with fish and rice pox. - ridge. eeeeeeeeedeeeseeeeeeeeee elie 'Pee, CARE OF CHILDREN (A CNRISTMA.5 STORY) Sy Rose.- WheelerlrrR,;e>c: a� ii ?'gid EDITH'S drab mem over- looked a snow-covered roof. Not the clean, cheery snoW.1ii:e they had back home on the farm but a murky gray covering on which rested the soot of a thou- sand city chimneys. • "So this is Christmas," she moaned leaving her ch^:r to pace the floor. "Oh! Whet I'd give to be back home tomorrow!" But then, Edith had two Christ- mas presents to which she cauid look forward. Today, Cliristmas eve, the mailman MU::T bring her annual package from home, ..^-rd tomorrow there would be Christmas dinner with Ken—dear Kenwho was working so hard these days that he. Ili,,,„ could `Merrily take 1'itl I time off to think about Christmas. Edith heard flim bell ring down- staire and she skipped to her door, opening it: softly and Waiting tenee'y while the p ! old landlady. an- swcred. Yes, ft was the mailman And hen crlrc the shrill cry: "MIss Harris! ;Vail for ynu!" Edith practically leaned down- stairs, for there would be her pa -.1: - age from home. Teen her hcnrt sank, for the landlady harried her only two letters, a greeting card from her friend Marge and (of; air things at Christmas!) a hill (tem the department store. Edith climbed sorrrwtully back to her room and wept. Sorneihing was wrong, for Mother and Dadr,ee-er forgot her at Christmas fete cried spasmodically the rest of the day, while downstairs she !mord t' -o' other roomers shouting Christmas greetings as they arrived and de- parted. But finally Edith cunsulect herself, for she could still look forward to Christmas dinner with Ken tonror- rowt He was due at two . o'clock that day, and after church Edith hurried home to get ready. At 1;30 she was seated restlessly awaiting the doorbell. She was still waiting at 2:30, for Ken did not arrive. And Edith was getting hungry. Three o'clock passed, and Edith frowned. "What could have happened to him?" she asked herself. At four o'clock she cried. It was too tnuchl First her family had for- gotten, and now Ken had chosen Christmas day to tell her in this painful fashion that he didn't care! At 6 p. m. misery began mingling with the pangs of hunger. Edith put on her coat and started to the corner restaurant. But she never got past the door, There she ran into a breathless Ken. "Edith, dear!" he cried. "Sorry to he so late, but I knew you'd un- derstand when you got my note." 'But—" Edith was confused, "I didn't receive any tote, Ken." "What? But I sent a special de - Every message when the boss asked me to finish thati,ey laboratoryexperi-r�,a!'e, ment this after- ee t noon. What hap- paned to it? fir" The blundering old: landlady -an- swered him. • "Please come In or go out, and ?lose the door," 8 � ;he barked 'from e,/-0 he hall. Then— re "Incidentally, Miss Harris, .I for- got to give you these things. They arrived this afternoon," She handed Edith the missing spe- cial delivery' letter -and a huge package from home! Edith tore into the Christmas box and found a note from Mother. They'd had a bliz- zard; couldn't get to town; she hoped Edith would, get the package Christmas day. A few minutes later a happy Edith sat across the table from het. Ken in the little restaurant around the corner. "And now, dear," he began very carefully. ':How, about your Christ- mas present for me?" "But 1 gave you the fountain pen, Ken," ane protested. "Yes, slily one, and 1 appreciated it. But if you want to make me still happier, listen to this.. The boss came in tonight and: said I'd done such a fine job on that research project that he was raising my sal- ary. Know What that means?" "Not the faintest idea," Edith lied. For, after all, you can'ttake the words out of a man's mouth when he's about to propose! (Released by. western Newspaper Unien.). Badger Feast One of the strangest surviving Christmas customs is the badger feast held. at Ilchester, Somerset. It was started by poachers in Norman times, says the Montreal Herald, and has continued without a break. The lads of the, village catch a badger, killand dress it some time before the feast. ,On Christmas eve •1 is strung on a spit over' a huge re at the inn and cooked slowly. `!hen it is ready the party ,attack t .with fingersandpen-knives; no ,utivey other than .this is allowed.. - Tested COOKING PAGE. 7 HEALTH Recipes it dedeeratetalleatateliteeeeeeeteeetteeetteel BPFIF SPECIALTIES .Trow often are you serving some of the beef epecialties on your family dinner table? Beef heart, tongue, liver, kidneys and other specialties all have:a high nutritive value and come from the groupof moderately ` priced meats. They are all easy to prepare and have a very low percentage of waste. Knowing this, wouldn't it be wise to include one of the "specialties" on' your market list at least once a week? The following suggestions for ser- ving these good foods are made by the Consumer Section, Marketing Service, Dominion Department of Agriculture. Pot Roasted ;Beef heart 1 beef heart, 2-3 lbs. Flour seasoned withsalt and pep- per 3 tablespoons fat or dripping 2 medium onions chopped 2-3 sprig's. parsley 1 cup boiling water (ad'd more in small amounts if necessary) 2-3 cups bread dressing 1/-, eup diced celery 1 medium carrot 1/4 cup diced turnip 1 whole small onion stuck with 3 cloves Salt and pepper 1 teaspoon granulated sugar or 1 teaspoon molasses Wash heart thoroughly in warm water. Cut envoy arteries and veins Dry well inside. Stuff with bread dressing and sew or skewer. Dredge with the seasoned flour and saute in hot fat in the bottom of a heavy ket- tle or Dutch oven. Add chopped vege- tables, whole onion and parsley. Place rack under the meat and add 1 cup boiling water. Caramelize 1 teaspoon granulated sugar until almost black, add 2 tablespoons boiling water to dissolve cannel and add to the neat. Cover and place in en oven of 350D. Be and cook until tender—about 3 hours. Braised Calves Heart Allow 1A-1 heart per person and prepare in the same way as for Beef Heart, Suff with savory' bread dres- sing and skewer with tooth picks ,or email skewers. Saute in hot fat in bottom of heavy kettle or Dutch ov- en. Place rack under meat and add 1-3 to le cup water. Cover and finish cooking in slow oven (326D.) until done (about 1-11/4 hours). Kidney Creole 1 beef kidney. 1/4 cup shortening 1 large onion (minced) 1. medium carrot (diced) 1 medium- potato 1A cups tornatoee 2 cups boiling water 1-2 teaspoons Worchestershire melee Salt and pepper and ether season- ings as desired. Soak kidneys! 1 hour in cold water, Drain and seald with boiling, water. Cut away fat, tubes.and membranes, Slice and dredge in seasoned flour. Brown in hot fat. Add tomatoes and water and allow to cook slowly for about 1A hour. Then' add diced vege- tables and more water if neceeeary and continue cooking until vege- tables are done. A few 'green peas or slices of green pepper add to the appearance of this dish. Liver Loaf Cover sliced liver with boiling water and let stand for a few minu- tes. Wipe dry and, remove any fib- rous parts and run through the food chopper. To each cup of 'chopped ,liver ad'd 1 cup bread crumbs, 1 egg, ?4 cup grated raw carrot, 1 table- spoon minced onion and 'parsley, 1 teaspoon salt, 14 teaspoon celery salt, 1/z teaspoon pepper. Mix well and bake forone hour in greased loaf tin placed in pan of water. ,.This can be served with a tomato or creole sauce. ! i ."'f Liver with Spaghetti, Canadian Style 1 cup beef > liver (tubed) lib tablespoon fat or .dripping 'A cup canned, tomato 2 cups water (more if necessary) cupuncooked spaghetti 14 cup chopped onion 1 teaspoon .minced parsley 1A teaspoon salt Dash of pepper 2 tablespoons grated cheese— optional Brown onion in fat, add culled liver and seasonings. Cook slowly for 10 minutes and then add tomato and con- tinue cooking for 20 minutes.` Cook spaghetti in salted water. When done, drain and place on . a platter. Pour over it the liver mixture, sprinkle with cheese and serve. This makes four servings. • LIOMESICKNESS, per- haps, had brought hire back. Old Peter Johansen buttoned,. his threadbare over Coat, blew warm breath ort his rough ,hands and jumped to the ground. There was no railroad detective to grab him for riding that freight trails, because this was the clay'be- fore Christmas. All but, -tie homeless, like himself, ' seemed busy preparing for the Day of Days. Forty' years, Peter reflected, since he last settoot in Clark City. It had been a year after the big earth. quake; a year after all hell,brokc loose; killing his parents and sis- ter as they sat at dinner in the little house on Vine street. Peter remembered: Ifow he had come home late that evening; how the earth began quivering like a beast possessed: how he had eazia Peter stood alone for a long time watching the star appear. searched like a madman through the ruins of that ,shock -wracked, fire -swept bungalow. Then, as Clark City began rebuilding, he had drift- ed of? in a daze to roam up and down the earth—a ne'er-do-well, a hobo!. But always he remembered Linda, dear little sister Linda. In 40 years her memory always came back stronger than ever on Christmas Eve, for it was then that they used to clhnb Lookout Hill hand-in-hand at dusk, watching the evening star rise in the heavens. That, perhaps, was why he was back this Christmas Eve. "Almost dusk now," he reflected, trudging along Clark City's busy thoroughfare. Christmas crowds jos- tled him, for he was a hapless -Wan- derer with no place to go. No place to go? Not Peter! Soon he found his way to the old residen- tial district where Lookout Hill rose like a sentinel. "The same old hill," he told him- self. "Little Linda! If you were only here now to see your big brother! No --thank God you're not here, for your big brother is ashamed of him- self! !" At the crest Peter stood alone for a long time, watching the star ap- pear as it had since that first night over Bethlehem. He didn't notice the old lady until she spoke. "Beautiful, that star, 'isn't it?" Peter fumbled with his grease - stained cap. "Yes'rn, it is. Especially from Lookout gill." "Many years ago," she continued, altnost in a trance, "my little' broth- er and I used to watch that star rise in the heavens each Christmas Eve, until—" (she wiped a tear away)—"we were separeted some- how during the big earthquake. He was killed, they found out later, "Each Christmas Eve ever since I've comeback here, just to remem- ber him. I hope he's happy up there in Heaven." Peter was staring at her, fairly ready to shriek, for it was Linda! No doubt about it, now! He recognized the°•t'ilt of her nose, unchanged by the years; the famil- iar' ring of a voice . that somehow had failed to grow old. 'But he held himself back, for Peter was ashamed of himself. She didn't notice him shuffle off after awhile, for Linda was still watching the star. In the freight yards he found an empty boxcar and bedded down un- der some straw ie a corner, After a while he felt the' car move. and somehow he was glad. "Yes, it was Linda," hp sobbgd to himself, "but- I justcouldn't tell her. Thank God she's alive and happy. And Thank Clod she re- members me on Christmas eve as 1 was, not as I am." After awhile he fell asleep. (Released by Western Newspaper Ummn.) Cakes Printed'. in Germany A famous Christmas cake in Ger, many is,Aachen Printen, from which the English word "print" is derived. Ic, the days before, hook -printing .the idea of imprint belonged to the bak- ing business to express the making of 'patterns, in cakes. Many of these cakes have figures -representing the old gods Woten.and Thor. 6snts 11fi1 rIpt-smoke CI[ars ,. $ants- . ClTaua,: perhaps, ,r1d,e n,'t smoke -or' hi wnouid • be beittsr f fosniett'ori the;quality of ciprr: 11 FRESH snow crunched un - :der Dick Wright's shoes as he' stomped into the waiting room. Old Peter was still there, still minding his telegraph key as .he had when Dick was a boy. But now it was Christ- mas; now Dick was home from the city, a successful young architect. As he walked up to old Peter's grilled ticket window, Dick recalled the last time he stood in this station. Two and a half years ago, it was, the clay after Jean had left for New York in search of a career. :"Just can't stand Marysville, she had told him. "You'll understand. Dick, won't you?" He had forgotten as best he could. Nothing in Marysville for him then, either. There had been a cluck de- cision, a closing of half -open doors, a tearful good -by fe his parents and then—off to the city. Itwas odd how a blow like that could give a fellow determination. Today. just 10 months later, he was coming back home with a career already carved out. Old Pete looked up from his sheaf of train orders; "Well, Richard!" he cried. "Glad to see you, boy, and a Merry'Christ- mas! Your folks know you're coin - in'?" "Merry Christmas to you Pete!" Dick answered. It was nice, at that, to sec a familiar fare.. "Mi'•d if I use your 'phone? I caught an early train and Dad wasn't expect- ing me until tonight. A fcw minutes later the old fame 1y car was carrying him home. !lis Dad looked older, and a mite war. "Heard Prem Jean, son?" he asked, vied. Something was onhis mind. "Heard from Jean, son?" he final. ly asked. "No, Pop," he answered truthful. ly. The house loomed up ahead now. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, just wonderin', son, that's all. Forget it. There's Mother wave in' at us up yonder!" • But Dick couldn't forget it. Marys- ville and Jean were like ham and eggs.. He thought about her when he stopped at the drugstore that night— they used to drink sodas there. lVtaybe Dick was looking for more of those memories next morning when lie started but alone on skis for Murray's hill. They used to play there in the winter, he and jean, "Forget it, .you imbecile!" he snapped at himself. "That's a closed chapter in your life!" It was a couple of hours later that he saw her. Skiing down Murray's hili for the last time he rounded Horseshoe bend to find Jean direct- ly in his path! There was a shriek, a thud, and then four feet sticking out of a -snowdrift. "Jean!" he cried, unstrapping his skis and running to help her. "Are you hurt?" It was rather unromantic, per- haps, pulling her: out feet first. But she laughed at him and fell down again, pulling him after her. "You're going to get your face washed for that, Mr. Wright," she cried. He came up sputtering to find her suddenly serious. "Dick dear,.'' she said, "I was wrong. Mother wrote -that you'd be home for Christmas and—well, I had to come too. It's you and Marysville that I„ want, not New York. This morning when. I „saw. you going past our house, I some- how knew that I should go with you. Not just today, Dick, but always.." It was like ham and eggs, Dick thought, only the next day Was Christmas -and Christmas meant turkey! , (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Beginning of the New ; Veer Various dates were Used in differ- ent countries, for the beginning of a year, but America. followed the Eng- lish custom of using the:: dateof moat early Christian countries—.. about the beginning of the ecclesi- astical year. The Gregorian calen- dar, establishing January ,1 as the beginning.o,; tho,;year, was .ado! 'ed by England and her colonies l [17;13. 4