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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1938-12-29, Page 7Tested Recipes , FILL THE CO,OKIE JAR 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 will be of high food value. , 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 anil 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 PGE? HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS , HEALTH ,I.#4,0•11.004,11,P0441,04NINN 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 •••••••••••••om,•••••••••••••••••••4- +. 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. s 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" ...emansitwimatiomo•••• 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. E.*21'4-7teco:Al.)47,-; DtZMt5.4=ilagM11=1740:41*.M'is:Ri= 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 wr.457415x,l,m3romoimmmsimi3mml, (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 aaimsmmsmsraar.smvzmooeigaxsx Through the Clouds and in Time for Christmas ixfic=5MMugiltLiMgMlx.5.iMirS/VAPFAWS 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. , Fisl-35.--n—,,,s,‘ •I''' * "i;-''; 1-,V,--- - • W:-. 1 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 s'%•'''SW.SssSeIIIs*sst,*eW Christmas Salads Gelatin salads coloted green 0r1 red and cut out in various Christmaln designs make effbctive salads.