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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1939-11-09, Page 7THURS., NOV, 9, 1939 HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS amomiansal TIIE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD HEALTH COOKING nig MillidEMS111•10M1, PAGE 7 JOIN THE 11 STA M CLU G For tett cents and the label end, showing the teapot trade- mark, from any packet of SALADA TEA we will send you a Beginner's Outfit of : 1-64 page Stamp Album. 2-100 all -different stamps. 3—Big list of thousands ofstamps offered Free in exchange for SALADA labels. SALADA STAMP CLUB . 461 King St. W., Toronto THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED. 1 TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad. But Always Helpful and Inspiring. CHRIST IN FLANDERS This poem was written in the trenches during the World War. The initials L. W. are attached to it, but the name of the author is unknown. It employs the principle of repetition with: variation: the second and fifth lines always add something; they do riot merely echo. The poem is one of the most arresting that came out of the -.great conflict. Its sincerity has caused it to be framed by many .people and hung upon their walls as an inspiration and reminder. We had. forgotten You, or v(ey nearly— You did not seem to touch els very nearly— Of course we thought about You nowand then; Especially in any kind of trouble— We knew that You were good in time of trouble— But we were very ordinary men. And there were always other things to think of— There's lots of things a man has got to think of— His work, his home, his pleasure, and his wife; And so we only thought of You on Sunday -- Sometimes, perhaps, not even on a Sunday— Because there's always lots to fill one's life, And, all the while, in street or lane or byway— In country lane, in city street, or byway— You walked among us, and we did not see, Your feat were bleeding as You walked our pavements— How did we miss Your footprints on our pavements— Can there be other folks as blind as we? Now we remember; over here in Fianders—' (It isn't strange to think of You in Flanders)— This hideous warfare seems to make things clear. We never thought about You much in England -- But now that we are far away from. England— We Have no doubts, we ]mow that You are here. You helped us pass the jest along the trenches— Where, in cold blood, we waited hi the trendI e — You touched its ribaldry and made it fine. You stool beside us in our pain and weakness— We're glad to, think You understand oar • weakness— Somehow it seems to help us not to whine. We think about You kneeling in the Garden A?rl God! the agony of that dread Garden— We ardenWe know You prayed for us upon the Oross. If anything could make us glad to bear it—' 'Twould be the knowledge that You willed to bear it— Pain, death, the uttermost of huanan loss. —Anonymous. THIS EMPIRE the Romans came and stayed a while, But left no stain upon that Isle. They conquered orthey seemed to do, But still the Britaim stronger grew, Then. carie the Normans, Saxons, WhoDanes, ho ravished • all her fair domains, They raised up hell and fought and fell. Till blood stained was each mossy. dell. Tire famished sea wolf grabbled fast, 'It�he rover famed a home at last. Though beneath their blows she bent, She rallied when their rage was spent, And in her arms enfolded •them, - .And hammered them and moulded them, And so began our Britain. The welded race grew tall and strong, Securing well, enduring long; And treading firm without a slip, And hanging an with bulldog grip. A stubborn race that bent no knee, To tyrant or tyranny. A. race that in the battle heat, Oft knew, but never owned, defeat. In every clime their flag is flown, They claim the ocean. for their own, WAKE UPSIN WHEN you awak TY en with` a "dragged -out feel- ing,take a fanaotis doctor's prescrip- tion, ' Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Dis- covery, to help the stomach' digest nour- ishing food' that builds up and in- v goraian the body,. W. J. W ngarden, 467 Main Sr W., Hamilton, Jot., say . "t had no apps uta,' could hardly sleep, and. was more tired in the morning than the night before. I had ba come thin and felt woro•aa. After aging Do 7 c 's Golden Medical Discovery I felt like. ...ming, gained 1n WoigIA had my otd•timo at engih, and felt as good as aver before." Ger Dr. Pierces Golden Medical Discovery trona your druggist today. And drank and fought and wore a lot,, But worshipped God and bore a lot, And kept in view one constant aim, To gain more trade and win snore fame, For their little Mother .Britain. "We Throw The .Torch" By "PBG" +w.wn.w.+r.w..w.,. E For twenty years armistice Day, signed included• in it was a plan for or as it was later called 'Reinemb- the League of Nations, the chief aim ranee Day', has' been observed of ;which was the, settling of disputes tluoughout the British Empire as a among nations, without collection of , tribute to the men who gave their 'arms or fighting as Mime went on, it lives in the great war. Today, al- is true many disputes were settled in though the world has been plunged this way, but as time went on distrust into another struggle for supremacy, the Federal Government has deemed it advisable to proclaim November eleventh a day fox National Rememb- rance. A great many people in the Domin- ion have no recollection of that first great Armistice Day. They were either unborn or were of too tender years for the Day to have left any impression. Our sympathy goes out to those to whom the day brings sadness and loneliness: Too 'much cannot be said in praise of those who laid down their lives, in those awful days, nor of those who returned to lin a life of suffering in place of which death would have been gladly welcomed. These are much in our thoughts and prayers today. The Great War was considered a struggle which would end war, but almost as soon as the Treaty of Vet -- nine was signed in 1919 it was -.realized that hostilities had been fin- ished inished too soon and that it was simply the beginning of a greater war. One of the most popular and uni- held up and rekindled to burn bright- versally knrown poems of this age was ly? Yes! in God's good time peace that immortal one "In Flanders will reign with Christ Himself the Fields", which was written at that General of the forces. Will we not time. One part of it says: join His army today ere the battle "To you, from falling hands is over and we will have no part in the victory. We throw the torch, Be yours to hold it high" Just what were some of the torches which were thrown to us by those who laid down their lives for the sup- posed freedom of the -world? It is well that the word `thrown' was used in this case, Haa the writer said handed we would have been inclined to think that we could simply stand still and take it, but the word thrown implies that we must be on the alert and run and catch it, Prominent among these torches are energy, duty, trust and peace. We believe that in many instances the torch of hate was thrown. They followed their flag far overseas, And pioneered new destinies. Quarelled as their sires had done, And yet gripped and held what they had won. And oft it seemed their strength was gone, But still they rose and struggled an. For through it all the breed ran true, And all the world, and England knew, When trouble came, Her wandering sons, came trooping home To face the guns; And .floundered deep through Fland- ers mud, And laughed at death and spurting blood. A swearing crowd, a daring crowd, A wild and fierce and daring crowd, True sons of brave old Britain, began to rise up between the mem- bers of the Nations. present at the League Conferences, Gradually these representatives; on the advice of their Home Goalernments withdrew, and stood aloof. Thus the pewer of the League was broken. Distrust' was the cause of another of the tenches being allowed to drop. It is hard to say, but nevertheless it is true that the torch of hate has been held highest of any, of those fiery brands, which were thrown. What a terrible thing hate is and how it will grow and develop: so rapidly!. Would that we could cast it • away; would that its light would go out never again to be rekindled! If the soldiers who died in the Great War had forseen this second Great War, they would rightly have felt that they had died in:vain. At the time of the signing of the Armistice the torch of peace was held the highest and shone the brightest, but today it is being trampled under the feet of thousands of marching, fighting men. Will it ever be again A stranger rate was never known. They constantly reviled their awns' Deride the land that gave them birth, And yet held her dearest of alI the earth, They scoffed at her and scowled at her, And blasphemously bowled at her: They shake their rhea& and sigh for her, And then they gladlydie for her A race of 'conitradictions, yet„ They claim their due and pay their debt, And meet their troubles • on their feet, And stand for truth and warn, deceit. North, South, East and West, They ;raked the world and took the beset, To make their Mother Britain Their Mighty Mather Britain —From. the Legionary. A little boy seated with his father and mother asked the question "Dad, how do wars start?" Such an argu- ment sprang up between the father and mother as to the cause of war, that the child finally said, "Never mind, Dad, I know how wars start.". The tragedy of it all, that right front our own hearts there should spring the words and actions, which are the cause of such conditions as we have in the world today. Each one of us carries the idea of supremacy. In many instances this is perfectly legitimate, if it is used in coopera- tion with others, but when used in opposition it can become a great menace to humanity. In regard to the torch of duty. If we want to do aur best work duty must be thought of as a pleasure rather than a responsibility. The call of duty is something which we must at all times obey. It is said that when Ponpeii was unearthed pontile were found in all kends of positions; and places; Soine Was ?. still at their daily task, others had climbed to lofty towers, some had gone into eel lags for safety, but the Roman sent. Mel was found at the city gate where he had been placed under order of the Captain. He still held his weapon of defence. While the Earth shook under hinny and at a time when he. knew be was facing death he still stood firm where duty had placed him. After many centuries his in- fluence tells for the right. What a lesson that should be to. The dy- ing soldiers of the Great War threw to use the torch ,of duty. If' we caught it at all, we refused to hold it high. We allowed it to drag on the ground, become mixed with the dirt of the world, and. at last go out. We have gone merrily on our way, fora getting the eacrifce, which had been made for us. So too with the torch of energy. We have been 'energetic enough in malty spays, but we .realize that we have expended that energy in ways which were not Cliristhike in ourseivca and therefore could show no spirit of our Saviour to others. What adv+an-. :age: is there to us or to' any ane else' if we use our energy in- doing that which' at the end of our Earthly carter will not give us even a shack for a home in that 'Heaven of many mansions. Do we think for a rnogn ent that that' is the torch which the war weary soldiers threw to us. They went to 'k'landean' Fields and gave their lives that we might have free; (born to use a God-given' energy in the right way, which is the way at Christ. Then they threw the torch of trust, When the Treaty of Versailles was "Thy Kingdom come, 0 Lord, Wide circling as the sun; Fulfil of old Thy word, And make the Nations one; One in the bond of peace, The service glad and free Of truth and righteousness, Of love and equity. Speed, speed the longed -for time Fortold by' raptured seers, The prophecy sublime, The hope of all the years; Till rise at last to span Its firm foundations broad, The common wealth of man, The city of our God." "PEG" One Million Pots of Jam Result of S.O.S. to English Villages • NOVEMBER filth Not long ago a number of men connected with a large and represent' tative intitution were discussing the abviability of commemorating the eleventh 'cd November, and one said "I think we canafford to omit this memorial for this year. This genera tion has no interest in the Great War." He might have said with equal jstification, we have no interest in Magna Chaeta; or in Waterloo or in any of the great epochs, events and movements in •history. Does history mean] nothing to' us or are the gains of the past or its sacrifices of no moment? "We are heirs of all the ages in the foremost files of time and one of the greatest ,stimuli is to rally on the past. What ingrates- we would be if we failed to give our due meed of recognition to those heroic men (aged they disliked being called heroes) WM stood between us and disaster 21 short years ago. To use Carlyle's. plhrase in another Son- rection "they were our concripts on whom our lot fell". It is easy for us who are what and where we are by reason of their heroism to be indif- ferent, but it is a sad eonnmentary on our sense of appreciatioen. No! by crippled bodies and shattered nerves, by broken hearts and blasted hopes, by tear: and torments, by our own security and vicarious. peace we must not and cannot forget our gallant men. The women of the villages of Eng- land are now busy filling more than. 1,000,000 one and two 1b, pots of jam in a lightning anti -waste cam- paign to preserve the country's sur- plus fruit crop. It is the result of one of the out- standing sultrily and transport achievements of the War, carried out by an emergency Board of the Na- tional Federation of Women's In- stitutes. The women have success- fully organised the distribution of preserving sugar in bulk to: villages, hamlets, even isolated cottages in England and Wales. Village ,Shopkeepers could not get delivery of enough sugar for their customers, so the women, with the permission of the Sugar Commission, asked each of their Instituteto take at least two cwt. of preserving sugar. The women who gat it are an par- ole to use it for the sole purpose of turning this year's abundant crops into jam. Within a few days of the S.O.S., more than 345 tons of sugar had been distributed, and the cauntrywometn of England were an trek with cars, bar - TOWS, farm carts and ellen prams to collect the quantity allotted to' them. Today enough jam is being stirred in the preserving pans of England to fill more than 1,000,000 pots of all sizes. HAM AND, APPLE Vary the tune -honored custom of serving applesauce with roast, ports by covering baked ham and ham steak with sliced apples; It's a del- icious 'combination. 1 pound slice of ham 4 red apples, sliced 2 tablespoons prepared mustard 1 cup brown sugar 'fa cup cidervinegar la teaspoon powdered cloves Vs can water. The hair should be cut two -`birds of an inch thiak and the rind taken off. Place the ham in a shallow pan and spread with mustard and cleans. Slice the apples, without peeling, into half-inch pieces and place on top of the ham with the edges- 'overlapping. Sprinkle with sugar and add vinegar and water,. Cover and bake in a moderate oven for one hour, basting every 15 initiates. To brawn the top, uncover and bake until dane, - NOVEMBER THOUGHTS November is the silence after the symphony. October's orchestration,. barbaric in its splendor as a Rinnsky- Korsakoff tone poem, echoes here and there in the all but empty galleries of the woods, as bright fragments of sound echo in the thought, silently. November is the gray twilight af- ter a golden day. The scarlet, the orange, the yellow shafts of October's noon Shine in the thought. Noviember is the hour alone in a quiet room, after an evening at the theater. The highlighted conflict, the movement, the crescendo of October's colorful crisis on crisis, pass through the ' thought; a series of episodes, whose meaning unfolds like wisdom. November is the suspended moment after O'otaber's gathering of birds in the trees, in chattering thousands—a moment of sudden stillness when the c'hatterin'g ceases, when the invisible signal passes from bird to bird, from bough to bough, and a myriad winged travelers set out for promised lands, a myriad thoughts in hopeful flight. —Christian Science Monitor. Comeback For The Churn CARE OF CHILDREN BETRAYAL There is no rest in. Flanders Fields today. No longer do red: popplies bend and away So peacefully. A moaning, groaning sobbing seems to rise Froin white•erossed graves 'Heath sunny Fleinieh skies Heart -brokenly. "We are the dead who slept, caressed by sun, The dead unroused by bugle call or drum Beat martially, "We threw the torch in vain from falling hands, You did not ho' -i, it high to light •datlr lands In amity. "You broke the faith with us who bled, who died So many years ago. You haws denied ' Our sacrifice. "You weary grew of high ideals. Now God Has stirred us once again beneath the sod To sad protest. "We cannot sleep serene.' Within our breast Your false betrayal Cancels- all our rest So cruelly. "We died for peace, Ah, were we so deceived? We did not wish to die, but we be- lieved So trustingly. "Oh, hear our cry, Renew again: your boast Of loyalty to us, the pleading host In Flanders Fields." —Mary E. Watson. Backward, churn backward, O Time in your flight!. Let me turn a churn. again, just for tonight! If it is deemed pernnissablo to take such liberties with a famous couplet, we may introduce the news that a regional director of the Farm Secur- ity Administration advises fanners of Northeastern United States with small farms—and smaller incomes— to revive a custom, of generations gone by and chum their own butter. Of " course, many of the present generation lent; a churn only as an idle antique, standing dusty and lon- ely, along with a decrepit spinning wheel and a frail rocking chair, by a 'New England roadside, waiting for a purchaser to come along and add it to his. collection of rural America. But — remember when a churn was really a churn, to churn Keith? It +Nos prianariiy autility, but almost a member' of the family circle as well. After !supper, when churning time came, the barrel churn` was brought into the kitchen from the woodshed. Than mother, or a boy who uotieed a pan of fresh doughnuts an the back of the kitchen range, went try the cool cellar and brougl}t up a big crock of thick, yellow dream and poured it into the churn. Somehow it never seemed to take long to churn a batch of but- ter. The kitchen was warm even on the coldest night. A boy, could turn the crank with one hand and hold a doughnut in the other. And when the doughnut was gone, he could eat an- other saucer of the popcorn he had popped after doing the evening chores. . Will the ebny ; return and help to make farms self-sustaining? If it does, and even if it ie turned by electricity instead of boy power, it will be face return. of an old friend. Since the outbreak of War, vblun tear nurses, and doctors what donate their time to conducting Red Cross home nursing classes have been. hard pressed, bather's, anxious to engage fa war work, take home nursing training', ea .that they can take turns at Inhaling several families of child- ren. The result has been a threefold increase iI two months in the min- ters. of classes. I WARRIOR! On , dark, gray, dismal meanings; when: the task A little more of courage, seems to ask, A little more of strength of hand and will, Go bravely forward to the battle still, Remembering, against the blows that fall, Not to fight on is easiest of all. To drop the btuden on your shoulders laid Because rho way is long and you're The CANADA STANCH cat COMPANY Umtted afraid Requires no manhood. You may step aside And have it said: within you courage died, But those who follow you must brave the hurt Of carrying on the battle you desert, Stand up to life! What if the tinea are ill? Men can repair their fortunes if they will. Mourn not so bitterly an empty purse, To have an empty heart and mind Is wonse. 'Tis easy, fearing danger, to take flight, The brave Hurn chooses still to stay and fight. • Cot,stipa i d? "Por years T bad occasional constipation, • awful sae bloating, headaches and back pains. Adlcrilra always helped right away. Now. I cat sausage, bananas Pic, anything I want, Never felt better" Mrs Mabel Schott. `pkt ■■ LIi{ f• if you haven't . you me :sing something 0 Your favourite dealer can get you a variety of Dried or Pickled Canadian.Fish, the flavour of which is as tasty and as perfect as though you had caught them yourself and promptly popped them into the pan. They can be served in various appetizing ways ... Dried Fish such as Cod, Haddock, Hake, Cusk and Pollock, and Pickled Fish such as Herring, Mackerel and Alewives can be brought to your table as new dishes ... that the family will like. Serve Canadian Pish more often. Make "Any Day A Fish Day"- Your dealer can secure Dried or Pickled Fish for you no matter how far you live from open water with every bit of its goodness retained for you. And, by the way... you'll find it pleasingly economical. 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