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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-03-05, Page 7THURS., MARCH 5, 1936 'llealih Cooking THE ' CLINTON NEWS -RECORD` Edited by Rebekah. Care of Children Household Economics 6�minallOfls 0 A Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men "What do, we live for, if it is not • to make life less difficult for oth-. •ers?"—George Eliot. Probably most of my readers heard the message of King .Edward' VIII Sunday morning. Some, no doubt, stayed- at home to hear it, others heard it in church; many of the chart cites having installed radios for that purpose, while still others went to •church later, the hour of service hav- ing been advanced so that members might not miss :His Majesty's first radio address. And wasn't it just the nicest and most modest of unassuming talks? I think that he and his mother and the other members of the Royal fam- ily wished to express their peesonal • thanks to all the Peoples of the Em- pire for the love and sympathy shown them in their bereavement ov- er the loss of their father and hus baad and our King, George V. For, evidently, that was the burden of his talk, and also their thanks that the King, his father, had been made aware of his peoples' love before he died. It certainly was the heartfelt response ofa devoted son for loy- alty•and love expressed to a revered father. His reference ;to "my fath- er," "any mother,", "my family," seemed to bring.him very close to us. It was heard with ditnined eyes by many. • . And Itis unassuming reference to himself as the' Prince of Wales, who was well known. It was as if he said: ';'You know the man who has visited you, talked with you..Well, 'I'm still that man, although now King. And as that man, knowing you, your needs, your problems, your eaves and trials, whatever I can do to bring about your welfare and that of the world, I shall do." It is evident that King Edward VIII still ' intends to keep for his motto that great . one, which is so' akin to the heart of. the Man of Galilee, "I Serve.." With full hearts we cansay and mean itas a,prayer: "God Save the I{ing." We 'people of British lands are very much blessed in our. Royal Family. RREBEKAH DRESSES ARE "FROCKS" IN NEW ZEALAND Down in ,New. Zealand the ladies. refer to their dresses as "frocks" and suits are "costumes," they're more English than we are. Canadian dres- ses have quite a reputation in New Zealand for good style and design a- mong the womenfolk and they have the added advantage that seasons are the oppositeof those in that country. Thereis a style -lag of six to 12 tnonths between fashions in' New. ' Zealand and the Northern Hemis- ' 'phere. There are practically only two main seasons in New Zealand in matters of dress goods, summer and winter. The most popular summer lines consist of tennis dresses with- out sleeves, or with short sleeves. Ensembles with matching coat or :goatees are iu demand for day and af- ternoon wear. Elaborate afternoon dresses, or Sunday night supper chee- ses, are not worn to the same ex- tent as in Canada. Evening; dresses are much worn with a general de- mand for what are known as bridge cdats for evening wear, these being goatees, to match, or harmonize with, the evening dress. The climate is damper than in Eastern Canada and more comparable to that of the Paci- fie Coast. Lack of central heating snakes heavy stuffs popular for wear 'in the winter time. Usually there is some breeze to be found which ' en- courages the use of daytime dresses with sleeves or coats, and of the bridge coats for evening wear. Even in the summer time very trying and hot weather is infrequent. School girls wear uniform clothing at most schools and party frocks for daytime wear for maids and misses are not worn to nearly the same extent as in Canada. READ, THE ADVERTISEMENTS, IN THE NEWS -RECORD —ir WILL PAY YOU-' *' 030. eT, Service OF• THE (ttrtabian larbintiAgantiatiott and Life Insurance Companies in Canada. Edited by GRANT FLEMING. M.D., Associate Secretary PLEU1i1S Y . Beneath the ribs lies a two -layer membrane forming a sae, which en - •closes the lungs. Pleurisy is an in- flammation of this membrane. When an inflamed surface is rubbed, it hurts, and when two inflamed sur- faces rub together, there is real pain —pain that is sharp, ,stabbing, -some- times agonizing—the chief symptom of pleurisy. The onset may be gradual;, there is a sense of weakness, loss - of weight, often a dry cough, and, soon- er or ooncr'or later, a pain in the chest which may first be noticed in the early hours of the day, even rousing the patient frons a sound sleep. A sudden onset with a chill, as r.ociated ' with a .comparativelyhigh temperature, Cough and severe pain, is the beginning of an acute pleurisy; -The pain may be in the front or back of the chest; :in dither case it is se- vere. Pain is relieved by ,strapping the chest with adhesive plaster to hold the diseased side gpiet and so to pre- -vent the rubbing of the inflamed pleura which causes the pain. Fluid may form, and the collection of fluid in the pleural sac ends the pain by separating the 'inflamed surfaces. Usually, aftera tiine, the fluid is i n.bsot'bed; but unforturiately, in'a'few cases, pus is formed; this''condition F is called "empyema" -tote in` the pleural cavity. The pus is released by operation. Pain irk' the chest may be due to onuses other' than pleurisy. As we have seen, there is dry pleurisy, pleurisy with effusion, and •pleurisy, with pus (empyema).' Every suffer- er from pleurisy requires medical care. This is true for "mild and dry pleurisy as well as for the acute and severe forms. . Just as pain in the chest is more often not pleurisy than it is pleur- isy, to the pleurisy itself • may be due to any ono of several causes. There is, however, only one way to treat pleurisy, and that is to look upon it as a warning that tubercul osis is probably present in the body. This is not intended to alarm the sufferer from 'pleurisy; rather it is. a warning which 'should be welcom- ed, for if it. is, and proper care is taken, the chances are all in favor of prevention of ,the development of tuberculosis. This means that pleur- isy should be treated by a long.per- iod. of rest under a routine similar to sanatorium 'cave. Then follows a hygenic life, under medical super- vision, whidh provides sufficient rest. good food, exercise, fresh air and sunshine. Questions concerning . health, ad- dressed to the 'Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College St, Toronto,, will be answered personally by letter; LADY .TWEEDSMITIR TAKES GREAT INTEREST IN W. L ACTIVITIES Speaking in Ottawa to a' group of church women, Lady Tweedstttuir spoke of• the. activities of the Wo- men's Institutes in Engand and Wales,, recalling that the Institutes were a gift from Canada to the Mother Country, where the first one was founded in Wales by Mrs. Al- fred Watt. The work began in earn- est in England int 1916, during the war.. Lady Tweedsmuir is a Past Pres- ident of 'the Elsfield's Women's In- stitute, England, and was president for someea s o y r f the Federated In- stitutes of Oxfordshire. She is now Honorary President •of the Federat- ed Women's Institutes of Ontario. One of the things emphasized in her address in Ottawa was the need for greater emphasis on the danger of superficiality and over— organisa-tion. "We do so many things there IS danger Of getting a smattering of ev- erything. To my mind superficiality is one of the curses of modern life, and sometimes I think we are in clanger of over -organization," her Excellency said. • ' "If we can avoid the stupidity of quarrelling among ourselves, red tape, sand the making of too. many rules, I think we have a great fu- ture before us. We are a steadying influence because we have our roots in the past, our minds and hands working in the present and our eyes looking clearly into the future." Early in her address Lady Tweeds- muir told her audience that "I think Canada is a Iand of welcomes, you do them so well." WOODENWARE 14IL'CR USED IN BRITAIN "Rub -a -dub -dub, the song of the tab," is very much heard in Great. Britain where washboards are great- ly in demand. Wooden washboards of plain corrugated hardwood boarcl ac- count for 60 per cent of the demand, with 30 per cent made up of metal - faced boards and the remainder glass - faced, according to the Industrial De- partnient of the Canadian National Railways. Orders are in the nature of 400 dozen at a time. Along with washboards, there is a big demand for clothes pegs with seven -coil spring. The four -coil spring, com- mon in Canada, does not go over in. Britain. The demand for washboards, clothes pegs and like domestic ware of wood is supplied by Germany, Sweden, the United States and Can- ada to the amount of approximately half a million dollars anually. Among other wooden articles in big demand in the British market are birch dow- els, mixing boards, rolling pins, broom and mop handles, garden trel- lis. WOMEN NEED TO GUARD' AGAINST FIRE HAZARDS IN AVERAGE HOME Another source of danger from fire was revealed recently in London where a housewife suffered very se- vere burns when a'celluloid buckle on her dress caught .five from flames Item the cookstove over which she was working. Before the fire could be extinguished the upper part of her body, front ;waist to chin, 'was badly burned. Accidents from causes such as this are so quick that results are disas- trous before help can be obtained. Care must also be exercised when drying the hair in which celluloid combs have bean placed, and it should' be remembered that flannelette is much more inflammable than all -wool products. OUT OF THE FOG • (continued from page 3) me, then?" "Arthur, ito* could I • have been expecting you?" said the blind wo; man reproachfully. "You ` never wrote to say you were coming." "No—no, I didn't." "But . I'll tell you a little secret, Arthur. Rei• voice sank to a whis- per, "I was expecting you!" She sat hack and smiled at him, Ile did not speak. "1 knew you were coming. You tee,, I've always prayed that you'd come back some day. Just lately I've •hail' a feelin° that my prayers were going to be answered. When I heard you walk in and open the floor — well, I just knew it couldn't be any body else. So, yet, see, I'm not really surprised. Only very, very excited" Harrison said: "You're not 'all. alone in the house, surely?" "Now, clon't pretend You know who Wally is. You know very well, you don't. She's your cousin --poor Ella's daughter. When Ella cried, she came CONTRIBUTIONS Dear Lord, give us• patience to 'dust once mote Things dusted a hundred .timet be- fore. Give us the calm that naught can shake— Not broken china, nor fallen cake: Give its the patience that won't see "red" When Johnny put eels; in the guest root bed. ' When the cook elopes with the chauffeur's brother, ' i e to hunt for Then give. us patience t another. - Not for riches nor power do house wives pray,. Rut for 'grace — the manna - fresh each day; For the greatest gift, since time be- gan— Patience enough to manage a man. —Mrs. Riddle. SPICE BREAD 1 Ib. flour 1 lb. raisins and currants. 4V. ozs. lard. ' 6 ozs. sugar A little treacly and peel ?4 spoon cinnamon and nutmeg. 1 oz. baking powder Mix with 2 beaten eggs and a little milk, if needed. • Sprinkle sugar on top before put- ting in oven. I am sending you the above .pray- er, which readers of "Our Page" may enjoy. ' Also a cake 'recipe, which they may also enjoy. -Neighbor. our page in mired. Thanks, and conte as often as' you. like, As it is Lent and as there is no nicer dressing for fish than Holland- aise Sauce I am 'including this recipe for your use, clear readers of our. page: HOLLANDAISE SAUCE With a small wooden spoon, cream 1-2 cup of butter; add the yolks of 2 eggs, one at atime beating until butter and eggs are thoroughly blend- ed, add 1-4 a teaspoon salt, .a few grains of'cyeanne and r,4 cup of boiI- ing water, and cook in a double boil- er, stirring constantly, until the mix- ture thickens; then add the juice of half a• lemon and remove from the fire at once, --and for those to whom neat is not f di'bidden during. Lent I add, this nice mode of cooking a pot roast: Wipe with a damp cloth five lbs.' of meat, and .cut it in pieces. Put in an iron or aluminum kettle with small piece of suet, cut up. Slice rown two good-sized onions. Salt and pepper meat and brown on all sides. Pour a little more than one pint of tomatoes over the meat and let cook very slowly from three to four hours, or until tender. Pare potatoes (as many as you want) and cut in half and cook until done. If needed, add just a little water. Salt to taste. Take out meat and potatoes and thicken for gravy. Skim off some of the grease. (Serves about six to eight people with some for a leftov- It is nice of you, Neighbor, to keep es'). here to look 'after me, Margaret wanted to get married, anyway= -you remember Margaret, who used to take such good care of me? -so it was really quite convenient, Sally will be home presently. Harrison shifted uneasily. She said, quite sharply: "Now, Arthur, don't get restless, Surely to goodness you don't want to go dashing off at once? Now you're here, you're going to stay." To stay! Harrison thought of the cold fog outside, the approaching night, his worn clothes, his stomach as empty as his pockets. He gulped and said, to gain time: "I—I wasn't expecting to stay. I haven't anything with me." "You haven't been having a very good time of it?" she asked shrewd- ly. , "No." "My dear," said the old lady very seriously, "what does that matter? It's you that's conte back. It does- n't make any difference how you've come back." She laughed "a little shaky. "I don't know—it's horribly :elfish of me, but I'm not sure that I'm not a little glad you've come home like that. You see, whatever happens your home is always here waiting for you" "I :wonder if Sally will recognise me?" he said. "How:can she? She's neves' seen you," "No, of—of course not. But my photographs---" "Yon know perfectly well you 'nev- er would have any taken. I don't think I've got one of you since you were fifteen. You've altered a lot since then, Arthur dear." "Yes," said Harrison slowly. "I've altered a lot since then." "You're staying, Arthur?" said the blind woman again. He glanced round the warm, com- fortable room. A deep armchair Was set invitingly before. the hearth. He crossed to 'it, and seated himself. "All right," he said briefly. "I'll stay," "Thank you, my dear," she whir pered. After a pause she said: "Well; :now, tell me —. what have you been doing all these years?" "011, nothing special!" he answer- ed uncomfortably... "You needn't be afraid to tell me deer," she said gently. "You know,, it's a funny thing. When you were a boy I thought you were going to do wonderful things. Well, I suppose every mother has' those ideas, We , can't all be right. Even when you. left home to earn your. fortune,I pic- tured you working away, making •a name for, yourself. You never wrote, but I told myself you were too busy. I always' knew you'd come home, but 1--1 never guessed you'd come home like this." "Yes, I -I'm afraid that's, about all there is to it." "You mustn't mind me talking like this, Artltitr," she said anxiously. "Don't feel hurt, please,` dear. I'm so glad you've come home that—well;.I wouldn't mind if you'd conte'•home in. rags, with your shoes through, to your bare soles" Harrison winced,' and for :i mom- ent could not speak. His -shoes were like that. The voice went on dream- ily: "I'm getting old, Arthur. Do you know one of the compensations of getting old? We can sit and dream about things—we don't have to both- er any mare about doing them. I've been dreaming about the things you were doing. Such foplish things, my clear! You couldn't have done a quar- ter of what I've dreamed for you, not if you'd been a superman. But it's good to have you back again." Harrison passed a finger round the neckband of his shirt. He felt ex- cessively uncomfortable. He tried to speak, but he :could find nothing to say. Outside, he knew, the fog swirled, thick and icy. Here, for his taking, were 'warmth and care and love. ` He sat firmly back in his chair. Then abruptly he stood up. He said, quickly and unemotionally: "It's do use, ma'am. I can't go on deceiving you. I'm not your son Arthur." "Not—not Arthur?" said the old woman pitiably. "No, I—well, I'm just a common, dirty little ithef. That's all. Now you know. I cane in because of the. fog, to see what I could pick up. I thought there wasn't anybody here." IIe moved to the door and opened it: .The blind woman had not stir- red. He looked back at her and said rather stumblingly:. "It's impudence, I know, ma'am, coming from—from me,. but I — I hope Arthur is doing some of those things you were.dreamieng about for him. I expect he is." He wrenched open the front door,. The fog surged forward to meet bit. It engulfed him: He muttered dully: "Oh, God, if only it could swallow 100 up for always!" Suddenly be felt weak. He leaned against a lamp -post, and looked at the house he had left as -it loomed an indefinable mass, through the fog. Ile laughed hysterically. Ile laugh- ed until he had to clutch the lamp- post. "Gosh!" he jerked out as he laughed. "That's a joke, eh? Hell, it's a' joke!" For habit .may persist through years of• :disuse, . to appear inexplic- ably when least expected. And it was habit that had led the footsteps of Arthur Harrison' through the fog to his home and his-another.—Lon- -done "Answers." GCYDERICH: T. Roy- Patterson, county :engineer, made a speedy trip, to Florida, from which' he has re- turned, which is believed to be a re- cord of some sort. The cold and snow were disagreeable to Mr. Patterson, so he hied himself to the Sumiy South. There he shivered in the sun- shine .and 'exercised among the palms in an attempt to keep warm, for the temperature woe below the freezing point. Three days was enough and nine' clays from the start of his trip Mr. Paterson 'was back in his home town where, at least, one expects to be cold. The advertisements are printed for your convenience, They inform and save yaur time, energy and money. PAGE 7 THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED • TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful and Ins piling. AND LET US SLEEP Turn thou the key upon our thoughts, • dear Load, And dot us- sleep; Give us our portion 'of forgetfulness; antd dee. Silent p Lay thou Thy quiet hand, upon our eyes, To close their sight; Shut out the shining of the moon and stars, And candlelight, Keep back the phantoms and the visions sad, The shades of grey. The fanciesthat so haunt the little hours Before the clay. Quiet the tine -worn questions that are all Unanswered yet; Take from the spent and troubled souls of us Their vain regret, And lead us far into Thy silent land That we may go Like children out across the field o' dreams When poppies blow. All Thy saints and all Thy sinners, too, Wilt Thou not keep? Since not alone unto Thy well belov- ed Thou givest sleep. Virnu Sheard. THE HAPPY KIND My neighbor is the happy kind, 1 never saw a person find So many things to tnalce then glad. A Iittle bit of luck she'd had— A, cake she made that turned out good, A nice dry load of kindling wood. My neighbor to the back of me, Is just the kind I'd like to be, A woman getting on in years Acquainted with the taste of teats, Yet in her own warm heart, the grace Of meeting trouble face to face. And so this neighbor makes me know That under all this wee and woe, The hearts of women everywhere Still keep their quiet faith in pray - es', Wake in the warns sweet night to pray, And de their best front day to day. As long as folks like her are here, There isn't much we need to fear, For God put in a woman's hand The mightiest weapon of the land. He gave us flowers and birds and treee. And fine clean women folk — like these. —Edna Jaques. . LITTLE BOY BLUE The little toy dog is covered with dust But sturdy and staunch he stands; And the little toy soldier is covered with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was Kett', And tits soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Lit- tle Boy Blue ' Kissed them and put then there. "Now don't you go till I come," be Said, ":And don't you stake any noise." So toddling off to his trundle bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys;, And, •as he was dreaming, an Angel Song Awakened our Little Boy Blue. Oh! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Aye faithful. to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in' the same old place— Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through Iu the dust of that little chair. What has become of our Little Boy Blue- Since he kissed Kern and put them there, —Eugene Field.: MY : CALENDAR' OF SAINTS "Everyone of us has his own private calendar of saints." My calendar ofsaints' is strange to read, The friends who've led Amy paces nearer God, My partial Christs, who : by some word or deed, Have made- more living, aspects of ' the, Lord. My calendar of saints counts young and old, The youths who 6,11 to mind that Christ was young, Who choose so bravely front the dross, the gold, (They'd laugh to hear with saints their praises sung!) My calendar of saints must hold each, one. They show that joy and brilliancy are God's, no less, That Chri'stiike kindness can be gay- ly done, .Ansi valor grow unmarred by mod, ern dress. My calendar of saints, a varied roll, A colored mother, an Italian lad, Her gracious welcome, his responsive soul, Each gives his hest to make an. other glad. My stranger saints, whose fleeting acts are signs Of gracious, tender souls, whose every word Explains 'the truth in good St. Pat- riek's lines, And "Christ in mouth of friend, stranger," Beard.. My 'friendship saints, whose care and thought, besides, To one so little worthy, show, a- gain The Goocl Samaritan oe*r country Ades, Who sees the need and worth in stricken men. My doctor saints! They give them- selves in care For body' ills; but kindness, wis- dont, tact, And understanding trust, their spir- its share, Do heal as part of ev'ry expert act, My teaching saints, who widen life and bring New worlds—all God's —,to con- template with awe, Explore With zest. The realm where thought is king They charter clear to Riau who gave its law. My CLERGY SAINTS! whose lives of vibrant prayer So clearly human seem so near di- vine, That kneeling at the rail, I feel Him there As truly in the' hand, as in the wine. 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