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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-01-02, Page 7'THURS., JAN. 2, 1936 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD' PAGE 7 Health Cooking Edited By Mabel R. Clark 301 is delicious Ruinatiouz of Rebali A Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men THE TRUE OPTIMIST "Hes not an optimist because he found all wheels well oiled within the daily round; his life was not an ordered, easy thing, with ne'er- a pin to prick or lash to sting. But when to him dis- couragements drew near he found. the lamp of 'hope to banish fear. However steep the hill, yet would - 'he climb, 'saying, with . smiles: "The peak is mine in time." And though he walked along a humble street, yet would he say, "Life's kernel is still sweet, and though I'm poor I'm rich in friendship's gold, and I have much that can't be bought or sold. The weather's ' bad to -day, • better to -morrow; 'and I'll ]mow joy again after this sorrow." He didn't shut his eyes and call all fair. He faced the murk and saw stars shining there. Said he, "There's joy and grief and sun and shade; there's balm and pain: a rough and Smooth the grade; so I will tar- vel ar-ve1 on, star -led, sun -kissed, trusting in God—a thinking op- timist." p- timist" A. nice, understanding person sent ' me a copy of Wilhelmina Stitch's `"Homespun," a little book of homely 1.1. • and interesting rhyming little essays, me of which appears at the top .of this column. I have other books of ' her'eand have always found them in- teresting and inspiring and have quoted from them on several oeeas- ' ions. But this one is new to me and I spent a happy hour with it on Sun- day, which was the first opportunity I'd had since receiving it Christmas' morning. I like her simple and kind- ly philosophy of life, it is refreshing -because it is so sincere, so free from artificiality, It is well to start off the New Year with a song; to be hopeful of the best, even when one feels it ne. cessary to prepare for the worst. 'For, after all, even though the worst comes, it usually only lasts a short time. If we can bear the disappoint- ment, the trouble, the sorrow, today tomorrow it will be a bit easier to bear. - Not long ago a writer complained that folk in trying to bring comfort to those in bereavement, often tell them that time will ease the sorrow and that that is the wrong thing to say as those who have lost loved ones do not wish to feel that their sorrow will ever be less. But while it may not be the most tactful thing to say, it is nevertheless true. No natter how keen the sorrow, time dulls it to some extent. Even though one may never cease to mourn or miss a loved one, time makes the loss a little eas- ier. rust as the loss of a limb grows less hard as one becomes used to do- ingwithout it, although the loss is never remedied. If such were not the case we could not go on and do our work inthe world. So it is well to look hopefully to the future, with a determination to do our best work, to correct mis- takes and to put our whole sourinto whatever we undertake. Then, if dis- appointments or troubles come we shall be strong and resolute to meet then and will not be overcome by them. Courage and cheerfulness are the ttvo best helpers we can take along with us as we go forward into the New Year. May they never fail us when needed. I sincerely wish all my readers a very Happy and Prosperous New Year. The term "candling as applied to eggs is a relic of the days when the only source of artificial light was the candle. It was then customary to plate a candle in a stovepipe and by passing the eggs before a small hole abreast of the. light to separate the eggs that were clear front those that were dark or opaque. Today all candling is done by means of strong electric light. lalemammeemsemea jfedth Service OF THE Danubian it:pdtt zt) sntiatiun and Life Insurance Companies is Canada. Edited by • GRANT. FLiEEMING, 1I.D., Asroeiste Seeretare BETTER AND CHEAPER and particularly if they have hacl the great advantage of training in sena- We are apt to be suspicious of art torium, take such precautions as will c article which is offered to us as be -1 protect those with whom they come ing both better and cheaper than in contact. There are many persons, anything else. There is no doubt,' going about their ordinary lives and however, that this claim can be made work, who have tuberculosis but who in so far as disease is concerned. No' do not know it; they are not taking one can deny that the prevention of any special cam. Everybody, men, women and .chil- dren, should cover their mouths' when disease is better than cure, and cer- tainly it much cheaper to prevent !than to cure, they cough or sneeze. Spitting' is, • Tuberculosis, being a communicable mostly a habit as is shown by the disease, is preventable. With early gradual disappearance of the spit - discovery and adequate treatment, toot. No one should spit except from attest cases can be cured. Unfortun-(necessity and then only into their ,•,ately, Many cases are either not die-, handkerchiefs or a proper receptacle. • covered early or else they do not se -1 No one 'should talk ' right into the .dote the treatment ` they need, with face of some other person. :the result that many lives are cut Eating and drinking utensils, un short. I less sterilized, may pass these dun - ,The prevention of tuberculosis is gerous secretions from one user to nothing mysterious. It depends up another. The .common drinking-cupp on our'inaking use of what is already}should be banished from the home as known concerning the: disease. The well as from public places. Health .germ which causes' tuberculosis is departments see that restaurants {transferred from the sick to the well sterilize their dishes, but ;hat hap - ;in the droplets of sputum or saliva' pens in the home? .expelled, by ,coughs, sneezes or spit-' Bach one can help to prevent tub- t'ting' I,ereulosis by looking after his own. Just as soon as we realize that the general health, covering his mouth, 'body secretions coming from they when coughing or sneezing, avoid - mouth and nose are the most danger- 1 :ng spitting, and by supporting the ous disease spreaders, may we hope health organizations which work for that effective means will be taken to' the good health of all -present their passage from one per- Questions concerning health, ad son to another. I. dressed to the Canadian . Medical A.s- Those who know they have tuber- sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, ,qulosis will if they have been taught, will be answered personally by letter. Care of Children Household Economics "a•••r n":'i • esp•s .• VA a :•n : stieYn n'1e'••:.•Nsii f •i'S•••d M`C eseVa••••% i st< • .YOUR WORLD AND MINE . %▪ . by JOHN C. KIRKWOOD (Copyright) dialeW.%"•Wil'.'AYealSWsWaL'SWAW Wa'•f4.VS1WL'1!".VW'� How long should a man Iive? Is lowest, It may besuch as shall 40 years long enough? Or does one have to live three score years and ten? Is 80 too long? Most of us want to live until we reach '70 or 80, and some of us say that we want to live to he 100. John D. Rockefeller is ambitious to live to be 100 this if what we read¢in the newspapers 'is to be depended on, But why does any- one wnat to live longer than the time required to do his work, whatever that work may be? As for 1VIr•. Rocke- feller, most of us think that his work was ended 20 years ago. It seems to me that one lives too long if and when one is helpless physically and mentally. I incline to the view that some old persons ought to be permitted to die—that it is both wrong and unkind to do ev- erything humanly possible to prolong their life. I am not counselling neg- lect or worse, I ani just saying that extraordinary efforts made to pro- long their life beyond the period when it is useless and burdensome are foolish and may be unkind. And when I read that oxygen was admin- istered to, a dying person in a pur- pose to lengthen his life by -a few minutes or hours, I am unable to see that there is any sense 'in such ac- tion. Some poet has said: We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart- throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. And he whose heart beats quickest • lives the longest- Lives in one hour more than in years do some Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips a long the veins. Life' is but a means unto an end. That end— Beginnig, mean and end to all things —God. The dead have all the glory of the world, You see on tombestones the age of the buried one—so John Smith lies buried here—aged 81 years. Such an epitaph suggests that he who has - lived long has lived trium- phantly; but all of us know that num- ber of years alone has little signi- ficance. Life is not to be measured by its length, nor by the number and the magnitude of its achievements. Its true measure is its self -conquests and the character which has been shaped and hardened, That life has been worthily libed which, at its end, is heavenly in its quality. Thus. the illiterate navvy may have lived worthily—may be the peer, at his. life's end, of. the Archbishop of Can- terbury or the Pope. So many of ns think that life has been a failure if it has not been: crowned with riches and honours. The ambition of many men is to die worth $100,000. They persuade themsel. ves that the accumulation of $100,- 000 represents a successfully lived life, and that he who has not a for- tune to leave has been "a failure. But what about wives and mothers? Ordinarily speaking, they are not money -earners, but are they to be re.. garded as failures .if and when they die worth not a cent? Perish the thought! Are not our mothers nob- lest of all?, They live to shape the characters of their children,and to show love. Ancl there are our minis- ters and teachers and physicians, our editors, our statesmen; those of thein who have been magniifcently unsel- fish -great givers of themselves for the common good —have lived truly and finely, blessedly and triumphant- ly, They may die without a dollar to their name, but their name lives after they have gone. They are to be honoured far more than those, their contemporaries and neighbours, who have devoted themselves to the accumulation of honey, and who, in money's pursuit, have starved; their souls. How long shall a man live? Keats, the poet, died at age 24. His 24 years', were long enoughto give him a place among the immortals. He suggested as his epitaph these words: "Here lies one whose name was writ in water." But his poems have etch- ed his memory on something more stable that: water --the hearts of men and women. Some one has said: . There's a special work marked out for you. It may be of the porting in the trees, it mak be that ti r } t h e loftiest powers employ. • But none besides your' self your your work can do. It is a pleasant thought that to each of us is given a special work to do.' Then, when' we have found our special work, and have performed it, there is really 110 need for us• to live longer. - When m y sonwas at the war, I had a vivid dream—born of many fears. I dreamed that he was dead, lying in a flag -covered coffin. To soften my grief, my little daughter—too young to . know great sorrow—said to me, "He has finished his work," To her this explained and justified his being dead. Could anything better be in- scribed on memorial tablets -than "He had finished his work"? And is there anything more tragic than that one has been taken from this life before his work was done? What should disturb us is the re- flection that we are doing no work at all -rendering no service of any val- ue to our fellowmen. Pity those rich and high socially who live more for the day's pleasures and gratifications than for others'• advantage or wel- fare. They are not enviable. They may have ease, . wealth, comforts; may be able to indulge all their de- sires; but they do not live in the right sense of the word. They truly live who contribute to the happiness and welfare of others. . The idle rich -and indeed, theidle poor—are just wasters of time. They die and none misses them or weeps over their going. How long shall a man live? I have not answered my question in terms of figures. How long we shall draw the breath of life is not for us to determine. But if we believe that time is given us to do a special work, then we ought to be very much in earnest in our purpose to do our work. Our true work is not our wage -paid task. It is the fittingof ourselves for the larger life which lies ' beyond the rim of time. True life consists in making ourselves masters of our weaknesses and in de- veloping our cultural and spiritual life to the peak of possibility. It con- sists in making ourselves neighbour to all those whose lives we touch for their betterment. Our true job is to do what we can, our own small or large. field of labour, to make this world better—to banish its sins . and sorrows and pains and hatreds. When we get this view of life, then we shall not measure life by the hands of a clock, -but by our contributions to the forces at work to make this earth a paradise. ON BEING ROCKED TO SLEEP It is remarkable that in mote than three thousand years mankind has not decided how to sleep. Nineteen centuries ago A. Cornelius Celsus gave medical practitioners the 'sage advice that sick people should sleep on the kinds of beds to which - they were accustomed—hard cots for - the users of hard mattresses,softer ones for those accustomed to softer clown. tut that is only part of a solution What kind of beds should people try to get accustomed to? Ever since the discovery of magnetism, there have been recurring waves of interest in whether or not people should sleep with their heads -toward the north magnetic p01e. Dr. Laird was re- sponsible for starting, not long ago, a medical discussion about whether Pullman porters are right or wrong in making up berths with heads to- ward the engine. The famous ship- builder, Sir Alfred Yarrow, once in- vented and advocated a bed that rockedalI night like a ship at sea. And now comes Dr. C. E. Sanders of Kansas City, with a bed that tips back and forth slowly : to .put less strain on the sleeper's Heart. Dr. Sanders' theory is that titling the body alternately . one way or the other aids blood flow to the down- ward end at each interval when it is down, thus providing the whole body with ample blood supply at suitable intervals without the heart being compelled to pump the blood all by itself. A similar method was sug- gested a few months ago forepersons being treated for drowning orelec- tric shock. Rocking chairs, swaying ' cradles and: swinging hammocks have been so common in so many ages and among in many races that there must • be sonic deep -lying human habit which makes them ,'pleasing, Ages ago, when our remoter ancestors were dis- the strain of monkeys destined to be humans acquired the habit o sleeping on swaying branches, so that similar motions still seem like our ancestral home. In still remoter days of evolution some kind of crea- ture that was to lead upward out of the seas presumably lived for ages in waters rocked back and forth rhyth- mically by the waves. It is out of fashion just now among psycholo- gists to look so far back as that for urges on existing human minds: The old idea of "ancestral memories" is frowned down. - Perhaps Sanders' work on rocking and blood flow will help some of these frowners to a more modern explanation of why human beings like to be rocked. —New York Herald -Tribune. A QUESTION ,OF COLOR "How did you get that smudge on your face?" asked the engineer's wife of her husband. "How do you expect me to run my hog without getting grease -on my face?" - - "I don't, but when did the railroad start using red grease?" Our Recipes for Today During t h e weeks following Christmas -and New Year's, many hold "open house" and especially if there are young folk in th e home, friends will keep dropping in. It. is nice on such occasions to find sandwiches and other eat- ables on the buffet and other snail- tables. You will enjoy the period of friendly visits a great deaf and receive a good many compliments concerning the foods served if you use some of these favorite sandwich fillings: Carrot -Peanut Sandwiches Combine ground salted peanuts and finely chopped uncooked car- rots in equal proportions. Mois- ten with boiled salad dressing to a spreading consistency. Use as a filling between slices of whole wheat or white bread, Spanish Sandwiches One small onion, chopped; 1 green pepper chopped, 1 cup grat- ed cheese, 9 ripe olives chopped, 1 sora' pickle chopped, mayonnaise dressing, salt. Combine onion, pepper, olives, pickle and cheese. Season to taste. Moisten to spreading consistency with may- onnaise. Use as filling between slices of. white or rye bread. Mushroom Sandwiches Simmer one-half cup finely minced mushrooms in equal parts of butter and cream seven min- utes. Add salt to taste. Thicken slightly until of the consistency of thick mayonnaise. Chill -and use as a filling between slices of white bread. Pineapple Peanut Five tablespoons crushed pine- apple, .3 tablespoons peanut but- ter, 1-2 teaspoon salt. Combine ingredients. Mix until well blend- ed. TJse as a filling between thin, buttered slices of bread, Salmonut One-third cupblack walnuts, 1 cup shredded carrots, 1 cup shred- ded salmon, mayonnaise dressing, salt and pepper. Combine . sal- mon, carrots and nuts. Moisten with mayonnaise to a spreading consistency. Season to taste. Use as filling between slices of whole wheat bread; rye or white bread. Cheese Date - Combine chopped ` dates a n d nuts . in equal proportions. Mois- ten with mayonnaise to a spread- ing consistency. Use as a filling between slices of white ` or rye bread which have been spread with creamed Swiss cheese. If . de- sired a few drops of lemon juice may be added m dates and'. nuts. Raisin Honey One cup chopped raisins, 1-8 teaspoon 'salt, 3 tablespoons hon- ey, 1-4 cup chopped nuts, 11-3 tablespoons lemon juice, 1. table- spoon mayonnaise. Combine in- gredients, - mix thoroughly. Use as a filling between thin, buttered slices of either brown ' or white bread. - THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs--Sometirw Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful and Ins piring' THE MESSAGE OF THE BELO Ring out ye bells Your message bring - To every listening ear. Dispel the thought you only ring To close the dying year. To every wrong there isan end, To every hope a crown— Ring out glad bells'' Your message send,, - Doubt's dismal, whispers drown. Ring out your cheer to them who grope Along a weary way. There is no night, so dark but hope Can see the breaking day. There'is no sky so grey with clouds But faith can see the light, The sun behind the misty shrouds, Chasing away the night. Ring out, ring out! Fresh courage lend The weary in the fight, The stubborn souls, who - will not bend The knee to ruthless might. Tell them again there is no death,' No ' prison walls so strong Can - close the eyes, nor seal the breath - Of truth against the wrong. Ring out, ye bells, with solemn boom To every son of man • Who lingers near the ways of doom In spite of book or ban. Sin beckons down a pleasant lane Yet never points the cost; You may regain the road again But can't redeem what's lost. Peal out, peal out, with gladsome sound, The Christmas story tell. The Christ is at the cross -ways found That lead to heaven or hell. He points a clear defined road Thht God's light shines upon. Come tread the path the righteous trod, The Prince of Peace leads on. --Jas, H. Skene. THE END I write "The End" upon another year— I close the book and store it on the shelf Where Time shall snake its meaning seem more clear— And learAnd lead me to a truer, nobler self.. And yet, Old Year, I hate to see "The End" Written upon the final page of you— For I regret the things I cannot mend; And all the splendid things I meant to do. 0, many were the noble things I planned To fill my little book with loveli- mess— Too late! I seem at last to under- stand The many chances missed for hap- piness. And now, New Year is here before my eyes; - Its pages, white and clean as virgin snow, Are waiting for me—And I realize This year will be the thing I make it sol --George William Reid. CHRISTMAS IN THE ARCTIC You do not think a Christmas in the Arctic can be bright, Because there is no sunlight to make the tundra light? I would have you see : Aurorie flames A -burning up the sky; And in between the shining stars, For candlelight on high. You do not think a Christmas in the Arctic can be cheery, - Because there are no jingling bells to ring and make it merry? I . would have you. hear the shrilling wind, In clear and bright crescendo,. - As it sings o'er frozen'vastnesses, Its carol to the snow. You do not believe a -Christmas in the Arctic can be festive, Because there is no fragrant tree, no happy family gathering? Come along and smell - a Christmas feast, The Eskimos can dine. On seal -oil, whale -fat blubber sweet, You'll have a merry time. Their drums beat ;low, "ai-ya," they sing, Their faces round and shiny, They laugh and dance, the welkin: rings, - They know how to be happy. Oh, I wouldv ha aa' a in i g a Christ., mas in the Arctic— Have once again its sights and - smells, its little happy people), I'd bow my head before the wind (it draws blood to our faces), And never, never long again, for far and dearer places. —"Par West" . GRANDFATHER'S LOVE They said he sent hie love to me, They wouldn't put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it was They said I couldn't understand. I thought they must have hidden it, I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at night They smiled and turned their heads away, They say that love is something kind That I can never see ' or touch, I wish he'd sent me something else, I like his cough drops twice as much, —S. Teasdale, LITTLE SONGS Dear, sing for me a little song Of pine woods deep and still, Of little winds that run along The greenness of a hill. Oh, sing for ire a little song About a quiet stream Within whose beauty all day long Green willow shadows dream. Oh, sing of keen sweet airs whose praise Will greet a dawning's birth, White mists, and then the sunlit day's Warm blessing on the earth. Dear, sing for 1110 a little song Of beauty that we know. The hours of darkness seem so long When pain is slow to go. —Isobel McFadden. CHRISTMAS SONGS Could you have seen the wise :nen With yearning in their eyes, The eager, anxious mien of them, Beneath the starlit skies, You would have said He must be King, The Child who brought them quess tinning. - Could yon have seen the shepherd's, Bent down in deep despair, With new life leap to welcome The joy that filled the air, You would have known at once by them A Ring was born at Bethlehem. But could you have seen Mary, With beauty 'round her shed, In mother -glory bending Above His infant head, You would have wept: "This little Child. Brings peace and grace and mercy mild." —Mary E. McCullough.. BETHLEHEM ROAD There's a lilt of song and laughter, and a crowd in glad array; There's the merriment of _ meetings with the season's greetings gay; So we'll bid good-bye • to sorrow and - toil's burden we'll unload, Ancl find the way this Christmas Day' adown the Bethlehem road. It may be we will hear the song that long ago beguiled The gentle shepherds when they went to find the Holy Child: Perhaps that song will guide us, too, to walk the path love showed, And lead us far away today adown the Bethlehem road. And if the way to us seem long, and if the light be dim, The star that led the wise men there will point the way to Him; 0 slow of heart to understand,. His peace will be bestowed If we but find our way today adown the Bethlehem road. -Lilts Nease. READ THE ADVERTISEMENTR IN THE- NEWS -RECORD —IT WILL;, PAY 'YOU--