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The following recipes may make
welcome additions to old cookie fav-
ourite; By using butter as short-
ening, cookies will have not only a
delicious and palatable flavour, but
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, SPICE DROPS
% cup butter •
11/4 cups brown sugar
2 eggs, unbeaten
Pinch of salt .
• 1% cups pastry flour
V2 teaspoon cinnamon
Si cup raisins
% cup nuts
1 teaspoon soda
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CreaVnibulta'
ter and sugar. Add eggs,
dry ingredients sifted together, rais-
ins, nuts and vanilla. Drop by spoon-
fuls on buttered baking sheet and
bake in moderate oven (375 degrees
F.) about .1.0 minutes.
THURS., DEC. 29, 1938
THE CLINTON NEWS RECORD
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HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS
, HEALTH
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THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED
TO THE POETS
Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes
Gay, Sometimes Sad—I3ut Always Helpful
and inspiring.
• EVENTIDE
Again a faltering year departs, and
lo
Our morning star doth ever dimmer
grow,
Awhile we wander rthrough the dusky
• vale, and bowers
"Of light and shade. The ardent
flowers
Of youth that dream, and play, and
sing
With bounding joy as chapel bells
that ring
Through halcyon moons and seasons
their.urn,
And drop their years in life's full.
flavored UM
- As from the rose the curling petals
fall
"To mingle with the earth; and from
the wall
The ivy tendrils lose their gripping
hold,
And to the ground the vines fall fold
on fold
"These are but shifting scenes within
the play;
The drama of alternate night and
day.
'Too soon we fold our little earthly
tent
Where youand I and all mankind
have spent
"Our rounds of life as ripples du the
tide
Of Time. May joy and constant peace
abide
'With each dear friend that we have
learned to know.
Long may your evening star 'yet
brighter glow.
--Frank W. IC Tom.
THY BLESSING, LORD, ON ALL
VACATION DAYS
valley. task,
'New light to lead through shredding
valley hazel .
Thy blesaing; Lord, son all vacation
' days!
—Molly .Anderson Haley.
THE BEAUTIFUL GIFT
What can a mother give her children
Greater to -day than this one great
thing—
Faith in an ola, sweet, beautiful story,
A star—a stable—a new-born ,King?
Shining faith in the young Lad,
Jesus;
Lover of high white things was He;
Jesus—straight as a Lebanon cedar;
Jesus—clean, as the winds from the
sea.
Faith in the young Lad, come to
manhood:
Jesus, compassionate, tender and
true— •
Oh! my children—what more glor-
ious
Gift in the world can I give to you?
Carry it high like a lamp in the
darkness,
Hold it for warmth when the day is
cold—
Keep it for joy when youth goes sing -
Clasp it for peace when. you are old.
What can a mother give her children
More than a faith that will not dim?
Take it, iny dear ones—hold it for-
ever:
A. lamp for a lifetime — faith in
Hini. —Grace Noll Crowell.
••••••••••....
THE PRESENT, THE FUTURE
AND THE PAST
The Present is not here. It passed
away I
Before you spoke — so perishes To-
-Thy blessing, Lord on all vecation daY,
daysl The future is the Past grown thin
•'or weary ones who seek the quiet and Wan'—
ways, '
Sudden it leaps upon us and is gone.
Fare forth beyond the thunder of the Rolling beneath our feet it turns
street, once more
' The marvel of Emmaus Road repeat; And that living Past it was before.
So in perpetual change we melt away,
'Thy comradeship so graciously. bestow
' Their hearts shall burnwithin them
as they go.
+Grant those who turn for healing to
the sea
Only to be renewed another day.
—J. St. Loe Strachey.
A PETITION
May find the faith that once by This morning a bird at up in a tree,
Galilee Hungry and cold as a bird could be;
.Flamed brighter than the glowing Ile said: "Rave you bread that you
fire of coals. • 1 cannot use;
• And when Thou hest refreshed their Crusts that are hard, or scraps of
hungry souls, I refuse?
Sneak the old words again, beside the If you have, please put them out on
deeP, the ground --
'Bid all who love The; Master, feed (They would meat: so much when
Thy sheep! 1 we come around).
:Be Thou with those who, hide here For this morning snoW has covered
mountains rise, I the street,
-Where yearning earth draws nearest And we must die if we cannot eai.
to the skies! It would be such a kindly thing to
^,Pive theist the peace, the courage thatI do,
tiles, sant And I know our Father would bless
:New strength to. face the waiting you, tea." --Willa HaeY•
!
Famous Speaker Initiates New 'Mike"
NPAPTAIN ANTHONY EDEN, former British Foreign Secretary,
k-4 speaking before membeFs of the National, A.ssoeiation of Manufacturers during the orgamzation's annual dinner at the Waidorf-
,Astoria in New York Els address marked the first public use of
Northern Electric's new versatile "cardioid " microphone, recently
,kleveloped by the Bell Telephone, Laberzitories. This instrument owing
Fto its unusual characteristics, enables radio 'engineers to select sounds
.from any direction and to suppress the effects of unwanted noise,
1PASSING OF 1
THE YEAR
"The mist lies on the coming year,
I know not the way to go:
But my Qaptain ,standeth, above, the
...clouds, •
'Tis enough for Rim tosknovs." •
We .can perhaps all look back to
our youth when we were given a new
copy book in school. We startecl off'
very bravely to copy the written: line,
but, as we went down the silage row
after row we found that our work
was varying from the headline. Still
we went on till the last line was so
far removed fromthe first :that it
was hardly recognizable as the first
copy. By this. time the page was in
many 'instances blotted and blurred.
Ashamed or perhaps 'uncaring, we
took it to our teacher and were likely
told that our work was bed; in fait
it was a downright disgrace. Upon
being asked ho.w we copied in, all
probability we had to confess that we
copied from the line before 'instead
of following the pattern at the top
of the page.
After explaining the difficulty to
us the teacher kindly told us to start
a new page and to follow the writing
at :the head of tie sheet as we wrote
each' line. ••
Rather humiliated, although in 011r
hearts, we knew our work wee bad,
we went hack te our seats' and began
again perbaPs with a little better
success, '
So. it is with us all at this season
of the year. At midnight New Year's
Eve, a year ago, Christ gave us a
fresh sheet to go by and offered us
His example and help that we might
semain as near perfect as possible.
Instead of copying Him we tried to
follow some one else'S example, with
the result that as the bells rang out
the old and sang ie the new "we had
to present to our Lord and Master
a sheet which sin had made anything
but perfect. Did He say "I told you
last year to copy me, and you did not
do it?"' No! He freely forgave us our
sins, spoke kindly to us and handed
us a new sheet with which to begin
the year, •
Let us take one page from the copy
book of the coming year and see
what the head copy is. Courtesy—
criticism—eon:feet. These things al-
ong with many others we are told we
should copy from the Life of Christ.
A story it told of a telephone op-
erator who received a call from Bay -
ham Abbey on the Kent and Sussex
border. "I wants1.9 cows please" said
the voice, and the operator replied,
"Excuse me sir, this is a telephone
exchange, not a dairy farm, to which
the answer came, "I am sorry, I want
Cowes, Isle of Wight, number 19, the
Royal Yacht Club". The voice was
that of King George, the fifth, then
Prime of Wales. The thoughts 'of the
telephone operator cannot well be im-
agined.
Couitesy costs nothing, and there
are so many ways in which we can
employ it. It is as easy to say 4
pleasant word as a harsh one, it is
as simple .to helP someone in need as
it is to be kind to those who have
plenty. Many, perhaps for the first
time this past Christmas hive gone
out to distribute Christmas cheer and
have experienced the joy of being
courteous to others along that line.
Some times we feel that we have
been harshly dealt with by some one
else's words. L4 os give them the
benefit of the doubt and think that
they may be feeling ill or have some
worry about which we ktiow nothing.
Our next *end is criticism. One
day recently while the beautiful.
Christmas Carols were being broad-
cast from one of the large depart-
ment stores, seine one near_the 'micro-
phone dragged bacilS, in the National
Anthem. In the gathering listening
the remark VMS made "some one
dragged terribly there". In the pre-
sentation of the whole choral service
that was probably the only mistake,
but it was the only comment made
onsthe beautiful- sesvice. Slew prone
we are to pick out the little .things
of life and eminent on them, for-
getting that there is 'so much of the
beautiful to be heard.. So, in our
relation to those with whom we come
;n contact day after day. They may
be doing things continually for us
and we accept their services.. Some
day, perhaps, they do something
which does not just please us and we
become very indignant, forgetting all
the good things which they have done
previously.
The last word on the page is Com-
fort. Christ said in that beautiful
fourteenth chapter of John, "I will
not leave yen comfortless: I, will come
to you". In our doubts, in our trials
in our sickness of the coming yea,r'we
have that comfort and sympathy with
COOKING
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BUTTER WAFERS
% cup brown sugar
1 cup melted butter
1 egg
1% cups pastry flour
Y.: teaspoon cream of tartar
IA teaspoon baking soda
I teaspoon vanilla.
Add butter to brown sugar. Add un-
beaten egg. Beat well. Add dry sift-
ed ingreaients and vanilla. Drop by
spoonfuls on unbuttered Wing sheet.
Bake 4 to. 5 minutes at 350 degrees
F.
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BUTTERSCOTCH COOKIES
1 CUP brown sugar
3h cup butter
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1.3h cups pastry flour
1 scant teaspoon soda
% teaspoon salt
% cp chopped walnuts
(may be omitted)
cream butter and sugar and well -
beaten egg. Add vanilla and sifted
dry ingredients and nuts. Form into
rolls. Wrap in 'WAX paper and chill
in the refrigerator. When required,
slice in thin slices and bake in a 376
degree F. oven 8 to 10 minutes.
BROWNIES
% cup butter
% Cup sugar
2 eggs
2 squares (ounces) unsweetened
chocolate
% cup pastry flour
Ys. teaspoon baking pOwder
% teaspoon salt
1 cap chopped walnuts
Cream butter. Add sugar gradually
and cream well together, Add well -
beaten eggs, chocolate melted over
hot water, flour, baking powder, salt,
vanilla and walnuts. Spread ill well
buttered pan one inch thick. Bake
in a moderate oven (360 degrees F)
20 to 25 Minutes. Cut in squares
while warm.
There is no friend like the old friend
who has shared -our morning days,
No greeting like his welcome, no hom-
age like his praise;
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with
gaudy crown of gold;
But friendship is the breathisig rose,
with sweets in every fold..
—Oliver Wehdell Holmes.
us, -not only for ourselves, but that
we may peas it on to others.
We might begin With A and go to
Z, giving the headings of the copy
book and commenting on them, bat if
we just dollow out these three
thoughts o•ur lives will be much hap-
pier and we will be able to make
the lives of others more,pleesant. •
May God grant that we may all
have many opportunities during the
coming. year to do service for Him,
for after all that is the only way in
which we can be truly happy.
"I' know not what the future holds
Of marvel or surprise
Assured alone in life and de.ath
His moray underlies.
No offering of mine own I have
No words of faith, to prove.
I can hut give the gift He gave
And plead Ilis love for love,
And so beside the silent sea.
I wait the muffled. oar;
No harm from Himcan come to me
. On ocean or on shore,
I know not where Ills islands lift,
Their fronded palms in air,.
I only know I 'cannot drift
Beyond His love and care,". ,
"PEG"
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CARE OF CHILDREN
Health
SKIN BLEMISHES
A skin blemish may be. a cancer in
the making.
Moles, warts and other skin blem-
ishes and usually just what they ap-
pear to, be—entirely harmless disfig-
urements. But sometimes as the Years
go .by, any one a these blemishes
rnay develop into a skin cancer. The'
reason for this is that the danger is
not recognized; the .mole nt want may
become irritated by collar, waistband
or, simply by. mischievous fingers;
the danger is not appreciated by the,
victim and a cancer begins and is
left untreated or treated by, quacks
with disastrous results.
As long as a mole, wart, brown or
crusty patch, scar or other skin
growth does not change from year to
year, it need $e given no treatment.
But one should be on the lookout for
a darkening in colour, increase in size,
and • in a mole increased hastiness,
scaliness, or a tendency to bleed.
An open wound which refuses to
heal is rarely cancerous in the be-
ginning. If left untreated, it may
develop into a stubborn form of can-
cer, difficult to cure.
Quack remedies, such as salves,
ointments and plasters are not only
useless in treatment, but they delay
the use of rational remedies. Surgery,
X-ray and radium in the hands of a
competent surgeon or physician are
the .proper methods of treatment. The
doctor is the one to decide.
Skin cancers are the easiest of all
cancers to detect and cure. In spite
of this fact, they kill more than 3300
persons every year in Canada and the
United States. If a mole, wart or
other skin blemish is causing you any
concern, ask your doctor about it.
IN THE LETTER BOX
Dear News-Record:—
The address on the paper reads
"Dec. 1938" that means that I am
somewhat on the cow -tail order—just
a little behind. You will find en-
closed with the two dollars, seventeen
cents extra, which will take care of
December 1938 and the $2.00 will
bridge over 1939.
We always look forward to the
coming of the News -Record which
generally reaches us on Saturday.
Now and again it arnives on the
following Monday, but it never fails
to come. During the number of years
that it has been coming I can't re-
member of ever missing a single
copy—wonderful service.
This has been another year that
has not counted in this particular
part of the state of North Dakota. It
may be that it is the efficials of
Cavalier County or the officials of
Nokomis township that ere to blame.
Anyway the material out of which
rain is manufactured had not been
supplied and the result was no rain.
No rain no crop. The garden though
looked fine you know '(hand watered)
up to a certain time. Then one San -
day afternoon an ,army of grasshop-
pers marched in, at least some of
them came afoot; but millions blew
in with the .wind. I guess it would
not be out of place to say they came
by airplane. It took %ens but a short
time to conquer the garden. The po-
tatoes were the last they trickled and
when they had eaten the tops they
put in an order for batter to go with
the potatoes. This We refused.
We sure had a fine visit with our
cousins from' across the line. over in
Saskatchewan this fall. W. M. John-
ston and wife of Wilcox, and W. G.
Johnston of Milestone, with their sist-
ers, Mrs. Bertha Howard of Smith
Falls, Ont, were the more' than wel-
come visitors. They came in on Wed-
nesday and by hard labor we coaxed
and filially persuaded them to stay
till the following . Tuesday. It was
just a. Wonderful visit. .I'm not going
to try to describe it, I have not got
the words 'to do it justice.
The weather here is great, very,
little slaw and car roads just as good
as in July, and Christmas jest, out-
side the door. It helps to shorten
the winter and saves fuel and feed.
Wishires the Clinton News -Record,
and all those eraployed and all its
readers a real Merry Christmas and
a Happy and Prosperous New Year.
W. E. Johnston,
,Nekomas N. D.
It's not what we have,
But what are give;
Tt's not what we are,
But how we live;
'It's not what we do,
But how we do it,
That makes this world
Worth going through it
--Selected by Yolanda.
Christmas Poinsettias
THE brilliant street lights of a
large city were flickering into
the cozy front apartment of
the Malory sisters. They, were sit-
ting alone on Christmas eve enjoy-
ing their snow white tree gleaming
under its burden of blue electric
bulbs in true modern fashion.
"Oh, dear," sighed Lois, "doesn't
Christmas always remind you of
poinsettias?"
"Sure does," replied her sister,
wistfully. "How coold we ever for-
get them? Remember how mother
used to send us out in the sleigh to
deliver those scarlet beauties to our
friends, every Christmas? Those
were the good old days!"
"Wasn't it fun, though? I can
just see the dear old home simply
loaded down with the `Christmas
stars' as we used to call them."
At this very moment several
blocks down the street the telephone
was ringing profusely in one of the
busiest florist shops on the avenue.
An order was being placed for the
largest and very best poinsettia
plant in stock. It was to be deliv-
ered to the Misses Lois and Mae
1VIalory, on Rugby street.
Just fifteen minutes later the door
bell at this residence rang and a
messenger delivered the gift beauti-
fully wrapped and tied in Christmas
colors.
"Oh, Lois, come quick!" shouted
Mae. "A gift from the home town.
What can it be?"
"Why, it's a pot of poinsettias—
one mess of crimson stars! Who
could have scst it?"
When they discovered the card, it
was more puzzling than ever, for
the only inscription upon it was,
"Poinsettias For Christ:el as." —
Alice B. Palmer.
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SWCethearts' Reunion
Under Mistletoe Twig
BETTY JANE dressed careful-
ly, wondering if college had
changed Bill much. It was
grand having him home for the hol-
idays. The doorbell rang.
"Christmas gift," cried Bill, hand,
ing her a gayly =sipped package.
and' taking her in his arms. Betty
Jane drew back. She wasn't sure
she liked this Bill so well—he
seemed so sure of himself. She re-
membered Bill as hurable, wooing
for her favors.
"Come, say hello to the folks."
Betty Jane invited, "and see the
tree and smell turkeys"
They went hand in hand. "I sup-
pose you've met a lot of girls at col-
lege," she hazarded. "Tell me about
them."
"Well, there's just one I'm really
crazy about," Bill 'answered. "All
the fellows think she's swell. Her
picture's on my dresser, and when-
ever I'm in doubt, I talk things over
with her." '
"Honis‘grand," said Betty Jane in
a tight little voice. They came to
the mistletoe. How different from
last year, when she was just learn-
ing to love him!
'I have her picture on my watch,
too," Bill went on, his eyes twink-
ling brighter than the silver star
atop the tree.
"You used to carry mine there,"
Betty Jane observed, and managed
somehow to laugh lightly.
"And still do," said Bill, exhibit-
ing it. "All the fellows are jealous
of the girl I left behind,me. There
isn't a girl in all the world, let alone
college, like you, Betty Jane. And
by the way, don't you know that a
pretty girl should always stop when
she comes to mistletoe? "—Helen
IN SEASON
Santa—Stick 'ens up!
Believe Animals Fall on Knees
A superstitious notion prevails in
the western part of Devonshire,
England, that at 12 midnight Christ-
mas eve the oxen in the stables al-
ways fall on their knees,
•Good Christmas Habit
Jud Tunkins says if you can't be
merry on Christmas you can at
least help others by keeping your
personal annoyances to yourself.
1, •
Big Christmas Stocking
4 stocking 80 feet long hung from
the roof of Albert hall, ih London,
during a Christmas sale,
A Sign in the Sky Was
a Christmas Time Cross
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(14 Ea, Ratty, we'll be
handing ourselves a
grand present by thie
time tomorrow."
"Yah, I don't hanker after the
job. Somebody in this home -town
of mine might get wise to me."
"Scared? You 'been away ten
years doing time. You're out now,
and free. 'No one ain't going to see
you. You can lift plenty from that
house you, been telling about. You
know every inch of it, by your say."
"Sure I do. I lived in it for nearly
twenty years."
The man beside him in the speed-
ing car whistled. "Never Isnevi
that."
"You keep your trap s h u t,
Slinky."
Clouds swept across the inoon,
now revealing it round and bright,
now hiding it.
"Stormy," said Slinky, "all the
better for us,"
They entered a broad village
street. Elms lined either side.
"Right pretty, ain't it?" snarled
Slinky. "But too neighborly for my
blood." ,
"Hey," cried Ratty stopping the
car. "Look at the rnoon shining up
there behind the church steeple!"
A cross of light streamed from
four corners. "Nothing but moon -
dogs."
"Shut up, you. I'm telling you
something. I'm not robbing the
house I was born in. I'm tough
. . . but not that tough."
"You crawling dirty rat!"
"And I'm going to church on
Christmas morning like I used to
with my, niy," he hesitated, "with
my folks. We got decent clothes.
I'rn going. That there," he pointed '
at the streaming light, "well, for
just a minute I felt like I used to
feel when I lived here as a boy. I'm
going, and so are you. We can say
Merry Christmas then, for once,
without faking it. That cross," his
voice was husky, "shows me up for
just what I am . . a rat. You and
me, slinky-, are going to be decent
tomorrow." —Martha Banning
Thomas
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Through the Clouds and
in Time for Christmas
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THE plane, "The Betsy Lee,"
had climbed to 10,000 feet, The
man at the controls peered
through the misted glass at the
dense bank of clouds ahead. He
had already encountered one squall,
and there was a coating of ice on
the wings.
Should he turn back, and take the
train that would get him home too
late for Christmas? Then he thought
how disappointed Lucy and the kids
would be. Christmas without Dad-
dy. He squared his jaw and mut-
tered: "Bill Parker, you're no quit-.
tor; Betsy, we are going through!"
He grasped the stick with a steady:
hand as the bank of clouds loomed
closer, and plunged into them.
The wind tore at the plane, caus-
ing it to zigzag crazily and it took
all the strength of Bill's iron mus -
des to prevent a tailspin. RaM and
hail fell in torrents, with an °ace-.
sional flash of lightning piercing the I
inky darkness.
"What a storm to fight!" If he,
could climb high enough he might.
get above it. The roar of the ens,
gine answered, as he opened up thel
throttle, and the plane began tol
climb. Twenty thousand feet, the
instil:me:its registered. The storm
Was still with him. Five thousand!
more—he felt dizzy and numb. Thenl
a lull as the plane roared into aI
calm, moon -silvered night.
Bill pounded his numb hands.,
"We're going through, Betsy, oldi
girl, but it was close to 'Anotherf
Plane crashed' headline. We missed
the front page bust we'll soon be
1
home"—Jocile Webb Pearson.
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NO CHRISTMAS COAT
Snake—Mrs. Bunny asked her hus-
band for a new coat for Christmas.
Leopold—What did he say?
Snake --That she had no buSiness
shedding her old one.
1,000 -Year -Old Play
Hampshire mummers still per-
form a play whieh is said- to be
1,000 years old and for which there
is no written script. The mummers
are farm laborers who wear coss
tomes made of colored wallpaper.
They give the play at Christrnaa,
time.—Pearson's London Weekly. fl
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Christmas Salads
Gelatin salads coloted green 0r1
red and cut out in various Christmaln
designs make effbctive salads.