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Home My WebLink AboutThe Clinton News Record, 1940-12-26, Page 7HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS CARE OF CHILDREN COOKING HEALTH -.. _. .+.0a0.n0•.wsr✓.a44."04 w•ek.6.,4;,,,,.oawewna�mw�rrsw;enr ar.uswwou®,v.rr d THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad—But Always Helpful' ul and Inspiring. THE DAY A.FTEE CHRISTMAS 4Twas the day after Christmas .And strewed through the house 'Were tiusePpaper, peanuts and string, lied ribbon and boxes galore; da, in her dust cap, Was .sweeping the floor; Pa in his slippers— 'Was trying to snore; ,,_,; And baby so cross, , Her stomach was sore, ..Brother, with his new sled, . is out on the hill:And sister to her dolly, Is singing quite shrill; -I have new skates, - All shiny and bright, !. That Santa 'Claus brought me Just last might; To -day he will be so tired, But, Oh, so happy, I know, ''To have brought us good cheer, And wished us a Prosperous and Happy New Year. OUR BLESSINGS Bitting to -day in the sunshine, That touched me with fingers of rove; .1thought of the manifold blessings God scatters on earth, fry aborts; .And they seemed, as I numbered them over, Far more than we merit, or need, And all that we lack is the angels To make earth a heaven indeed. The winter brings long, pleasant evenings, The spring brings a promise • of flowers That summer breathes into fruition, And autumn brings glad, golden hours. The woodland re-echo with music, The moonbeams ensilver the sea; There is sunlight and beauty about us, And the world is as fair as can be. But mortals are always complaining, Each one thinks his own a sad lot; nd forgetting the good things about him Goes mourning for those he has not. nstead of the star-spangled heavens, Vire look at the dust at our feet; e drain. out the cup that is bitter, Forgetting the one that is sweet, e mourn o'er the thorn in the flower, Forgetting its odor and bloom; e pass by a garden of blossoms, To weep o'er the dust of the tomb, There' are blessings unnumbered about us, Like the leaves of the forest they grow; And the fault is our own—not the Giver's, That we have not an Eden below. it from the ocean. Anon the restless tides creep o'er the intervening space To greet the waters in the calm lagoon. In summer rains, the current sweeps in flooded might, Barriers break, river and sea mingle and are one. Green loveliness clasps the banks and shore, Bananas wild, and plumelike palms, Dense foliage or gnarled fig -trees. Dark green, rich hues of tawny geld, Pale greens of a spring mtorning. The wealth of gold, green, and blue This is the song of the Umhlangeni. -Alice E. Adams. CONSOLATION Christopher Wren Shall rise again In model homes For worlang men. And though St. Paul's In ruins falls Beauty shall grow From broken walls. And chime for blow The Bells of Bow , Shall yet outlive The savage foe, To chime on air Made sweet and fair Because bombs rained In havoc there. 'Hamilton, Ont. —Mynnel Wallace. THE RIVER AND THE SEA (South Africa) Utnhlangeni! "Hoene of reeds!" Theo' the green encircling hills, the river winds it quiet way, Seaward it flows, then rests awhile in the still lagoon. My a strip of golden sand divides THE SHEPHERD ,OF KING ADMETUS There came a youth upon the earth, Some Thousand years no; Whose slender hands were nothing worth, Whether to plow, or reap, or sow. Upon an empty tortoise -shell He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Feariese, or trimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine, Decreed his singing not too bad To hear between the cups of wine: And so, well pleased with being soothed Into a sweet half -sleep, Three times his kingly beard he smoothed. And made him viceroy o'er his sheep. His words were simple words enough, And yet he used them se That what in other mouths was rough In his seemed musical and low. Men called him but a shiftless youth, In whom no good they saw; And yet, unwittingly, in truth, They made his careless words their law. They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower. It seemed the IoveIiness of things Did teach him all their use, For in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, He found a healing power profuse. Men granted that his speech was wise, But, when a glance they caught Or his slim grace and woman's eyes, They laughed, and called him good - for -naught. Yet after he was dead and gone, And e'en his memory dim, Earth seemed more sweet to live upon More full of Love, because of him. And day by day more holy grew Each spot where he had trod, Till after -poets only knew Their first-born brother as a god. —James Russell Lewell "Ring Out The Old, Ring In The New" By "PEG" As the bells, guns, bands and the old to. the new year our feelings carolers announce the passing of the are varied. We know what we have old year and the advent of the new 'done in the past. There is much what a wonderful list of resolutions we make. If we could only live up to them' our lot in life and that of those with whom we come in contact would be much happier: We have come to the end of an- other year. As we lookback we real- ize that the past twelve months have been failures. Many did not 'make New Year resolutions last year as we felt that we only made them to break them. Dr. Johnston as he passed middle life said, "I have been resolv- ing these fifty-five years; now I take hold on God." We should never ,let the time come when we feel that we will not make New Year resolutions. The very fact that we resolve to do better is something which is uplift- ing The difficulty is that we Snake the resolutions and trust in our own strength to do the thing which we are resolved on. ' We so often say, "If God will only give me the opportunityI will de better", He is giving us the chance every day. Are we doing bit- ter? If we are .not improving in the small things of life we will never do better in the big things. It seems a very solemn thing to stand at the threshold of a New Year, but it really is no different from beginning a new day. The fact that it comes less frequently snakes it more solemn. To many it is an oc, rasion of frivolity, others spend the time mourning for lost loved ones, friends on blighted hopes. It is not the time for either of these. Prayer should be uppermost in our minds. Earnest prayers which will bring to us the help of Jesus Christ, As we Hass throug'lt the portal from THE THREE KINGS' ROAD When all the tinsel has been laid away. The tree is stripped', the fevered. rush is past— You still have trees, a hill, a child at play, And love, and prayer, and fadeless things that last. Wear your proud purple underneath your load! Touch hand with one who travels lone, afar! Brave your dark night and walk the Three Kings' road To find your Christ beneath his lovely star! He loves, I know, our pretty baubled salmeatgamemomaossmooralltaromigemenssomimmage011 • The World's News Seen Through y THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONIT9R z An International Daily Newspaper y /, is Truthful—Constructive—Unbiased—Free from Sensational. el ism — Editorials Are Timely and Instructive and Its Daily 3 4 Features, Together with the Weekly Magazine Section, Make 31 % the Monitor an Meal Newspaper for the Name. 4 5 The Christian Science Publishing Society One, Norway Street, Boston, Massachusetts d Price $12.00 Yearly, or $1.00 a Month. Saturday Issue, including Magazine Section, $2.60 a Year: Introductory Offer, 6 Issues 25 Cents. Name %Address % SAMPLE COPY ON REQUEST trees, Our busy shops, our laughter young and gay, Our ribboned gifts—have we no gifts but these? No bright, red wreaths except for Christmas Day? Though broken is some toy beneath your feet, Some dear illusion shattered, or grown dim— The Three Kings' road goes by your dusty street That leads up to a star—and Him, —Anna Blade Mezquida. A PRAYER HYMN This hymn is said to have been written by a 19 -year-old servant girl. It was read to a Iarge congregation by Dr. G. Campbell Morgan at one of Is that not a wonderful motto and his services at Westminter Chapel, yet how careless we aro in regard to such things. We go our own way heedless to what harm our example may be doing, tc anyone. Would we take as our motto for nineteen -hund- red -forty-one: "What would Jesus clo?" It will help us out of many a diffienlb place and as we accept God's guidance it will bring us ever nearer to Him. Altho' I must have Martha's hands, How prone we are to become im- I have a Mary mind; patient when we cannot see far And when I black the boots and shoes, enough ahead. When things do not Thy sandals, Lord, 1 find. go to our pleasing, 1 Samuel 1:12 I think of how they trod the earth, says: "Hitherto hath the Lord helped what time I scrub the floor; us." No natter what has come into Accept this meditation, Lord, I have- oar lives of sickness, distress, trag- edy or unfriendliness the Lord has been right there to help us if we have asked Him to. Vire must not forget that He has also been with us in our joys and in our realized anticipations for Jesus enjoys these things just as intich as we do, in spite of the fact that we seldom call on Him en those occasions. The future is unknown and there- fore we should meet it joyously, as an adventure and a challenge. Both these things, we like to contend with in every day life and how much more we should wish to face them in the days which lie ahead of us. which might be commendable but there is a great deal for which we. should be ashamed. Some one asked the other night if we could look into the future would we have the courage to face it? A eieunion plani•cof six or seven grad - elates of the same school and some friends was held four years ago on the shores of Lake Huron. The mem- ory of the day and its doing is al- most perfect but could we have, look- ed into the future the happiness would have been an altogether differ- ent matter. Death or lingering' illness have stalked some who were there or the immediate family of others. We ask the question, "could we face the future? With God all things are possible and He does not ask us to go on alone, He will be our constant companion and help. Let as just keep that thought in mind as we stand with the door of the old:year closing behind us. We cannot stand still. We must move one. The way is dark and we know not what each step may bring forth. Here we might just repeat the quotation which -out, beloved King George gave to his peoples last Christmas:, "I said to the matt who stood at. the gate of the year, 'give me a light that I may head safely into the unkown', and he replied, `Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than the known way'." There is no reason wily we should have any fear for the future God is on the throne and the right must al- ways conquer. Some one asked a famous sculptor what his best work was.. He replied, "My next one." •So each night with faith we should say, "To -morrow will be better than to -day." The coating year is a new road. SVe have never travelled it before. We motor on the highways of our laud with no fear of losing our way if eve follow the guide posts. These mark- ers aro of little value to people who will not look at then,. In God's word and he HIis answer to our prayers there are many guide posts. A. missionary tells us that in some parts of Africa they have a habit of asking every chief for his life motto. On old chief asked a missionary for his life motto. The minister said, "Love the Lord with all thy heart," and then requested the chief to tell hint his. The old chief reverently replied, "When you pass through the jungle, be careful to break a twig that the next man can find his way," London: Lord of all pots and pans and' things, since I've no time to be A saint by doing lovely things, or watching lata with Thee, Or dreaming in the dawnlight, or storming heaven's gates, Make me a saint by getting meals, and washing up the plates. n't time for more. Warm all thy kitchen with Thy love, and light it with Thy peace; Forgive me all my worrying, and make all grumbling cease. . Thou who didet love to give men food, in room or by the sea, Accept this service that I do—I do it , unto Thee. M.W.H. in the Westminster Record. THE FIRST CHRISTMAS As that Judean land which long ago Waited through centuries to find a face Where human and Divine stet first in grace And proved high love incarnate here below; A little world that worshipped pomp, and show Yet lay, as many a strange, im- perial race, Whom haunting dreams for ever- more encase. Calling a vision that the soul must know—, So through "the ways I could not un- derstand, Through light that dawned to dis- appear again, And pale mirage upon the distance east, I waited even as that lonely land, And no dark night has' ever beet in vain, Since Heaven shines through thee to me at last. „• —Katherine Hale. Talk About Turkey{ The three first letters' of the alpha- bet 1phabet A, B' and C have important signi- ficance when used • in reference to turkeys because they . denote the quality of the birds. Grade A, indicated by a red tag, denotes the highest quality turkey, well fleshed, especially fattened for tenderness and flavour. Grade B turkeys are also of good quality but are not as well 'fleshed, fattened or flavoured as Grc de •A, Grade C indi- cates the lowest quality of graded turkey. The Consumer Section' of De- partment of Agriculture, advises Can- adian homemakers to buy turkeys by grade—to buy with confidence. The following method for roasting turkey and recipes for serving this delicious meat in various ways are given for use during the Christmast season when turkey holds the stage as far as foods are concerned. Roast Turkey Wash turkey after it has been drawn, rinse and dry well, Rub inside of bird with salt before adding dress- ing. Allow about % cup dressing for each pound of turkey. Pack dressing loosely into body and neck of turkey. Sew up openings. Truss bird by turn- ing tops of wings under back and pressing legs close back against the body. Hold in place by inserting skewer under the wings and another under the legs. Then tie turkey in shape with cord, fastening it to skewers. Place turkey breast side down on rack or crossed skewers in roasting pan. Bake in a moderately slow oven, 300 degrees F. allowing 20 minutes per pound dressed weight; for tuikeys under 10 pounds allow' 25 minutes per pound. Baste occasionally during roasting. Turn turkey on back for last hour of roasting to uniformly brawn the bird. Iu Turkey SaladMould 1r/ tablespoons gelatine ?ii. cup cold water % cup salad dressing 1 cup celery, cut fine 2 cups cooked turkey, diced 14 cup chopped, unpeeled apple, chopped pimento or green pepper Soak gelatine in cold water. Dissolve over hot water and add to salad dressing. Fold in turkey, celery and apple. Season to taste. Mould and chill. Unmould on crisp lettuce. Serves 6. Note: 1 cup whipped cream may be folded into salad with celery, tut -key and apple. In the past year we have done many things which were wrong, but we face the New Year with a hope •that we may do better. The realiza- tion of these hopes of course depends on ourselves. Others encourage us, have to fight the battle. No one -else can do our work in the way we would do et and -it may be that the way we would do it is the way that Christ would want it done. In the coming year maim new dis- coveries will be made along the line of science, medicine and sorry to say armaments. Others will he made in our own individual lives. We will dis- cover a way to be happier; •one in which we can overlook the faults of our friends; and a way whereby we ran forget ourselves and try to help others. As we look back we realize that ale are different from what we were as we started down the ,'roadway of nineteen -forty. May God grant that CRANBERRY MOUSSE Cook 4 cups of cranberries in 2 cups of water until soft. Strain through a sieve. Add 1% cups sugar. % teaspoon salt, rind and juice of %, orange, rind of lemon and 1 ounce gelatin (4 tablespoons) which has been dissolved in % cup cold water. When the mixture is cold combine with 1 pint cream, whipped, Pour into a moistened mould. Set in refrigerator for 6 or 8 hours. CRANBERRY JUICE COCKTAIL It may be used alone or as a base for fruit punches and fruit cups. It is economical and easy to make. Cook 4 cups cranberries in 4 cups water until all the skins pop open (about five minutes). Strain through cheese cloth. Bring the juice to boil- ing point, add two-thirds cup sugar and boil for two minutes. Serve cold. For future use put in sterilized bottles, well -corked and sealed, that difference is for the better. Among other things may we have learned the great lesson of unselfish - nose. Will we not take Jesus Christ aa 'our standard of living clueing the year which lies ahead? We will then not have to think of lost opportun- ities. He will ever lead us on to better and to higher things. He has asked us to fallow hint but in order to do so we must surrender complet- ely to His will. He will lead us into. places of joy and happiness. He will also lead us in the pathway of sick - nest, sorrow and anxiety, but He will lead us all the way. Will we not give ourselves to Him and if we have al- ready done that let us reconsecrate ourselves to His service. "As in thy presence, Lord, 0, may I see Thy will in all I do and seek and say, So that the rocks the tempter strews before me May not be blocks, of stumbling on the. way. ' As in thy presence, Lord, let me abide, Forever near Thee, from all harm secure, ' Content to know whatever comes is best, When Thou are there beside nee ever sure, So guide 'me, keep me, hold my hand to -day, My Lord, my King, my Master -- all the way," "PEG" • Christmas Dinner - O By Katherine Edelman ;. J AS SOON as Darrel rhorpe got a chance to use Rhe phone, he dialed his home. He m °3t tell Edna how sorry, how terribly sorry he was forwhat had happened this morning. All the way dewy;' on the car he had -reproached htrscself for the hasty words he had said. He couldn't understand how hel had spo- ken to Edna like that, ape. 'on Christ- mas eve. " . He drummed impatias , q on the desk as he waited. Edua' was al- ways punctual about .answerrs the phone and doorbell. It was a way she had, going right 'hrough +.v,.,tt things. Which really was the cause of his flash of temper this morning. In her quick, decisive way, she had swept aside his idea of haviig old Mrs. Darby for Christmas dinner. The little lady, now down on her luck, had befriended Darrel whet, he had come to the city. "I'm not going to have herr" Edna had declared emphatically, "We're The big man did not scene to hear him. His eyes were glued on a closely -typed statement. going to skip Christmas as much as possible --go out and eat somewhere —and miss all the rush and bother." "I think that's a darn selfish way 'of doing," Darrel shot back. "Christ- mas is a home day, with a turkey, and a tree, and gifts, and above 011, someone to share them with us." Then, without waiting to see the effect of his words, Darrel rushed from the house, banging the door. Now, he dialed the number three times, but there was no answer, Panic seized him, Had Edna be- lieved that he meant what he had said? He had heard of young wives who had packed up and left for nrttch less reason. What a brute he had been to flare up as he did! ' 1 HE morning was unbearably 1 long, Inwardly fuming, he hung up the receiver, to answer an im- perative buzzer from the inner of- fice. It was about the tenth this morning, If it hadn't been for Wheatley, keeping him running around in circles, he might have been able to reach Edna long ago. And if the old man hadn't been in the same ugly mood yesterday, Dar- rel knew that he himself wouldn't have been on edge this morning. that lie wouldn't have spoken to Ed- na as he had done. He blamed Wheatley as much as himself. "You sent for me," he said stiffly.. as he waited beside the desk, The big man did not seem to hear him. His eyes were glued on a closely typed statement. Darrel spoke again. Then Daniel Wheatley looked up, and rubbed his hand across his forehead as if trying to remember something.. Oh,, yes, yes," he began; "Mrs, Thorpe called before you got to the office this morning. I forgot to tell you. She left word that she was going marketing with a Mrs.—Mrs. Darby, or some such name. Also, she wanted me to be sure to tell you to bring home a Christmas tree and all the trimmings." There was a merry twinkle in Wheatley's usual ly hard eyes. "Looks as if you were •ping to celebrate Christmas at your house," he finished, with a laugh. "We certainly are," Darrel grinned back; "we're going to have a real old-fashioned celebration 01 the day." "Think your wife would object if you took a cranky old man to Christ mas dinner?" Darrel wondered if he were hear• ing things, then his quick wit jumped to the surface. "If you really mean that, Mr. Wheatley,.I can assure you of a hearty welcome. My wife they oughly believes in baying people for Christmas dinner. At least, I am sure she does now." The last sen- tence Darrel whispered to himself, Carols on Fields of Bethlehem On the hillsides of Bethlehem, "where shepherds watched their (locks by night" on Christmas eve and Christmas morning, tourists from many lands gather annually to sing carols and remember the life and words 'of Jesus of Nazareth, In Bethlehem for Christmas Due to modern transportation one can leave America as late as the middle of December and be in Beth- lehem in Palestine for Christmas,. 6,000 miles away. CL.ristasq ! y ha -m Ilti v -tort t� ------g4- 'q TT 'WAS et.ougli to mai'ce one hate Chzistnias! Betsy wens so tired' that ehe could hardly sltanid. This countek in tl F middle c4kf the aisle had become , nightma • tt. her. The crowdi hurrying b palling the 'ts 06! as their . ne5k.tt �a is brushed ageing, them, finges!.ing them over and tit=1 tossing th ern back on the table tarelessiy, , Sti11, it was gocid to have a job'V even temporary one, I or she' had ween withot,t work for a long etnoFh time se that she had "eat- en'and allhez possessions she could borow money on, Io time to be sty ,ding here think - in!„ though. 'That fat w..,,•,art look as u she was going to buy -,emit ral ties "is r:• se are very nice, me, ' m, And so reamoeahle; 35 cents a , pee, or three fir $1,00. This is a >' ex- ceptionall;: pretty one," and . 'ietsy snowed her a navy blue. But t. re fat woman dropped the ties and tames. tened a'vay with her friend, leaving a pile of ties on the floor. Wearily Betsy leaned over and began i.?eking them up.. "Let me help?" a rr'ientily voice asked. Betsy iooked up into a handsome face, curly brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a mouth that curved into a s.:,ile at the surprise in Betsy's eyes. "I want to get some ties for my fatnzly. I've beer, up here the past few weeks, and so 1 don't anew what the kids want, but I think it11 he cafe to give 'em time Socias are so commonplace." "Your brothers?" Betsy asked as she held up one or two she liked particularly. "Yeah. Three brothers and a sis- ter. She's about your age, I reckon. What does a girl like, anyway, when you've only a little to spend?" He looked imploringly. "Let's get the brothers fixed up first, and then see about her. How's this for the 17 -year-old?" Betsy in- quired. "Fine. You know, I'm tickled pink to be able to do anything for the family. I struck a bad spell, was down•with flu for three weeks, and lost my job. I just got another last week. But I'd have hated to have the day go by with nothing from the big boy." His face was shining. "I'll have them wrapped as gifts. Then you go over to the counter there and select komething for your sister. Here, I'll take you over and get a girl from my home town to wait on you. She'll help," and Betsy event along with him. "You're not a city girl, 'then? No wonder you were so helpful. I'm "I want to get some ties for qty, family." scared of these sophisticated girls in most of the shops. That's be- cause I've been here only a few months, and in my home town ev- eryone knew everyone and it was, well, it was different. Say, you don't think I'm getting fresh, do you? I'm just so homesick." His face was red with embarrassment. It was Betsy's turn to look trou- bled. "Sure, I knew how it was. I don't chatter away with every cus- tomer this way, either. I'm like you new here, and lonesome for my own people. I was hating Christmas time, with so much confusion and no real Christmas spirit. So I'm glad. You told me 'about your family." She turned him over to Marie at the women's wear counter, and went on with her tie selling. They seemed prettier, fresher and more attrac- tive, than they had before the curly- beaded fellow had come along to buy some. ®NLY a half hour off for supper, then she'd have to work until the store closed at nine. Christmas eve meant lots of last minute gifts to be bought in this big city. As she turned away from her counter to go out to eat, a friendly voice sounded at her shoulder. "If you're going to snatch a sand- wich, do you mind if I go along and we learn something more about each other? Your friend told me you'd. have just a little while for lunch, and I want to get acquainted, if you'll let me." It wasn't just a, "pink -up." This was a homesick boy, wanting to talk with a small-' town girl who knew his language. There was just a moment's hesi- tation before Betsy said. with a grin, "Sure enough. Lead me to the lunch' counter. You're no more lonely than I've been. As it Is, I really feel like I can say 'Merry Christmas' when tomorrow Conies." -