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The Clinton News Record, 1936-07-23, Page 7moo; .bora HOIJSEHOLD ECONOMICS COOKING Edited by Rebekah. IIMIII a 110118 of Neh��ah A Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men And now my ,holiday is over and 'I'm back at the old grind. I did think that I might possibly write • bit from the vacation grounds but I couldn't 'bring myself to it, even though I had a good example before the all the time. Our host, a daily newspaper man, during two of the 'three weeks, retired each evening to his private tent and wrote an editorial to send out on the morn- ing boat tb his paper in the city. But I guess I'm especially lazy, or I :Wasn't using my brains at all; Any- way, I diel not seem to consider ser- iously the natter of writing any - 'thing, not even letters to any extent, But I enjoyed the holiday, just a quiet one, a small household of con- genial people, in a comfy cottage on a rock in the Georgian Bay, who re- tired early and rose early, enjoying 'to the full, the long, sunny days, (ev- en though we did deplore the drought which was drying tip the trees and shrubs which grow in every crack and crevice in the rocks) and the lovely nights for sleeping. We got the daily papers incl sympathized with those not so near the lake during .those terribly hot days in the early part of the month. We boated, a nice boy broke in a new outboard Meier boat, and we all' helped him enjoy the adventure, and bathed and sat on the porch and chat- ted. No neighbors were near enough. to reach us without a boat, but . if necessary we could. call across- to them. We would have picked blue -berries only. the heat was drying then' up on the bushes. One little such excursion yielded us almost as' many deerfly bites as berries. Our host remarked that he' wished the fish would bite as well as the (Mor- ales. But the' fish really did bite pretty well. Indeed, they were so thick when we went in bathing they bit our feet. We had to kick the bass a- way. This is not a fish story, we really did, on more than one occas- ion: Probably our white, wiggling toes looked toothsome. But I'm not much of a fisherman, (or should it be fisherwornan?) All I did in that line was to take ion -mane from soeone a else in a boat if they were busied at something' else, But our host caught a fine bass off a rock about twenty feet from the cottage door. Sitting on the verandah he heard the fish jinutp,: and splash. "I must get that fish," he remarked, took his rocl down from the rack, and in less than five minutes had it, a small -mouthed black bass. I wish this week to speak about two writing women. First to con- gratulate Mrs. Nellie L. McClung on her election to the position of vice- president of the Canadian Authors' Association, at the annual meeting recently held in Vancouver. The As- sociation honored itself in thus hon- oring her. And to speak a word of regret at the passing of Jean Graham, one of Canada's most widely -known •journal- ists, Of late she had been a member of the Saturday Night staff, but for the past couple of years or mare her health had been failing and she had to give up her journalistic work, Miss Graham, by the way, was a daughter of a .former pastor of the ole! Rat- tenbury street church, Clinton, who will be remembered by many of the oldor citizens of this vicinity. —REBEKAH.. DUNGANNON:. Between two and three o'clock Sunday morning, fire of unlcnowin origin completely destroyed the large barn on the farm of Wesley and John Fielder, Concession 1, Ash- field. The timely arrival of a neigh- bor, by whom the fire was first notic- ed was, the means of saving a fine team ofhorses and three calves which were in the stable. All the hens were kilned, in addition to the wagon, hay rack, two sets of harness and many other articles. The barn contained about fifty tons of hay, • and -several hundred bushels of last year's oats.. The barn was a large one 70 by 36 feet with wing 40 by 25 feet. The loss is partially covered by insurance ticalth Scram O1 TRJ1 GattabtFttt Assorittitm : and '-Life Insurance Companies in . Canada. Edited by GRANT FLEMING. M.D., Associate Secretary THAT ENLARGED HEART Many people have the wrong idea .about an enlarged heart, • Of course it must always be taken seriously, but ,,sometimes it is interpreted the wrong way. First of all the heart may be en- larged in either of two ways—it may :actually be thickened, like a wrest- :ler's arm, or it may just be over- stretched without thickening" of the muscular wall, • This latter is called "dilatation" and is often dueto sud- ,den overstrain. - The form with actual nnuscular thickening may be due to constant ••effort over a period of months, as. for instance in a well-trained mara- thon runner, but, it is more often due '!to some valvular leakage in the 'heart. This may have resulted from old infection back in childhood. It may :lha.ve been due to infection getting in -i to the valve edges during an attack • of rheumatic fever or. perhaps from chronically infected tonsils. The ac- tual infection in the valves and heart - snuscle may have long since, been healed, leaving only the scars on the valves. • I Now the body requires that so much blood be pumped per minute. If %here is an appreciable back leakage,I obviously the heart must pump the 1. required amount plus the amount teailing back. That means more work,1 which will produce a thickened mus -I in time. !di This explains why the actual thick- ening of the heart wall may be a life saver. Without it we could not carry on an active life; with it many a per- son witIt damaged valves an live practically a normal. Life except,.•of course, 'that the ordinary strains of 'life, lifting heavy objects, running for street cars, 'cranking the car, etc., I must be avoided. This explains too ' why the heart tends to enlarge with high blood pres- sure., There may be no leak,' but a higher pressure may be requiredin the force pump to overcome resis- tance somewhere -in the blood circuit. Of course if the heart be dilated on- ly, or if there be dilation on top of thickening, and a careful examination byyour physician can ascertain this —the utmost care must be taken un- til the dilatation be corrected. Because of the effortsof the heart muscle to "compensate" for these ex- tra demands there is a tendency to abuse this 'protection. Remember that the muscle is always. overtaxed and have it checked frau, time to time.. Frequent short rest periods un- der your doctor's direction will often enable people with "hearts" to far outlive their more active associates; Questions concerning health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As sociation, 184 College St, Toronto, will be answered personally by letter HEALTH CARE OF CHILDREN CONTRIBUTIONS ,What tastes better in summer than a dish of pointe made :souk? Many , Make :WS the main dish of the meal; and, served with white or brown 'tread, it nnalces a good supper •or • luncheon dish. Here are two simple recipes for two delicious soups: Cream of Pea Soup 1 Pint peas,: fresh or canned 1 quart milk or Part milk and part stock. • 2 to 3 tablespoons flour 2 to 3 tablespoons butter Salt and pepper. If fresh Peas are used, cook with least possible amount of water until tender: When the peas are ,tender, take out half of them, .and pass the remainder through a sieve together with the water in which they were cooked. There should be about one cup of. this liquid. Make a white sauce of the butter, flour and' milk. Add the pea puree. Just before serv- ing beat with egg -beater, add re> mainder of the peas, and season with salt and Pepper. Cream of Celery Soup 1 quart milk or part milk and part water 2 tablespoons flour 2 tablespoons butter 1 quart chopped or dice celery • • 1 bay leaf Salt and pepper. Cook the:celery, onion, and bay - leaf in just enough water to cover, until the celery is very soft. Mash through a sieve. (This should make about a pint of pulp.) Make a white sauce of •thetinilk, flour, and hater. Combine the sauce and vegetable. Season with salt and pepper, reheat, beat with egg -beater; and servo. See that . the children have some- thing 1 ealtliful to drink when they stint, away for a,picnic. They do love a tasty drink on a hot day. Here are a couple of picnic beverages that may be made up at hone,`- bottled, taken to a picnic, and the bottles, placed in cool water or wrapped in a wet towel' and kept in the shade until. the cantents;'are needed: R nberr S asl Y Shrub b .. Select sound fruit, wash, measure, and place in a stoke jar: For every four quarts of berries use 'one quart of 'vinegar. Cover the jar by tying a cheesecloth over it, Stir the berries daily for three or four days. Strain without squeezing and put into kettle, allowing one pound of sugar to each pint of liquid. Boil slowly .for five minutes, bottle, cork and seal. Dilute with cold water for serving: For picric use, f111 quest bottle with dil- ated straivborry shrub, cork tightly and pack in huger vessel wrapped in wet towel. You'll be stuprised how cool it will keep without ice. Nova Scotian Punch 1 quart water 2 ears sugar 2 cups chopped pineapple 1. cup orange juice' irz cup lemon juice. Boil water, sugar :mid pineapple 20 minutes. Add fruit juices, cool, strain and dilute with iced water if neces- sary. Either fresh or canned pine- apple may be used. SMILER TAKES A CHANCE By 0: II. R. \\'hybrow 0 Scotland Yard had knottnn and wanted Smiler Hawkins for years. The Mayfair cat -burglaries, however, continued unpunisherl. • • The modus operandi in each case was the sante. The burglar entered an,upper window via a waste -pipe while the faintly were at dinner, op- ened a safe (displaying a pretty skill with the most complicated lock), re- locked the safe neatly after extract- ing its contents, and then left with- out a trace en floor or window -sill, closing the window behind him. In each case, too, there was a telephone call from a public box to Scotland Yard shortly afterwards, suggesting that if the police cared to call at Mount Street or Stanhope Gate, or wherever it might be, they would hear of something to their disadvan- tage. Inspector Williamson knew that by reason of its tremendous 'risks cat - burglary was not a popular pastime among criminals, He Was therefore able from the start narrow down the suspects to three. And as en ev- ery occasion Smiler ilawkins was ate only one of the three with an unitn- peachable alibi, Williamson was in - dined to favor hint as the culprit. But that was all. Of real evidence. acceptance in a court of law there was:none, . Williamson interviewed Smiler on each occasion. Questions were put and answered. The answers were cor- roborated by Sinner's many friends. Finger -prints had; of course, been taken the first time Smiler and Wil- !Minton met. "1 , don't think you'll ever be such a fool as to leave em behind, Smiler, butter have bet r d rave the nu all the sane," Williamson had said. ".I'd. better have a few views of your ugly utug•, too, in case you're ever seen within a mile of Piccadily. Anyway, you'll look nice on the Cotmnissioner's ntantlepiece." Smiler, true to his nantio, had smil- ed,' offered the inspector a chink, ac cepted his refusal gracefully, and bid- den him au -revolt•. • Then one evening Inspector Wil- liamson got a 'phone call from one Fletcher, butler to Sir Is» Marchi - sop, •'of 1,140 Grovenor Gardens. There had been a burglary, he said, while Sir Ianhadbeen dining alone, Lady Murchison being in Scotland and not due home till the morrow, The burglar mnist have climbed up by the waste -pipe; a safe had been op- onerl,' and— "All right," Williamson broke- in. "Leave everything just as it, is. I'll come straight away." Williamson ,began surveying the scene with habitual glumness. Then his eye brightened. This was some- thing differetnt.' The wall -safe, in Lady Murehison's boudoir was open and empty. The window, too, was. open at the bottom, and the paint on the inside ledge was badly scratched. No one had seen anything suspicious and Taylor, Lady Murchison's maid, had discovered the theft purely by accident on going into the room to make sure; it was in. order for the next day. Williamson gave the us - tial assurances and departed, leaving a finger -print roan -and a photogra- pher. Next morning a beautifully clear photograph of the safe -door; beaming a perfect set of finger -prints, lay on \Willianson's desk. The prints were Smiler's. "Now, Smiler," he' said, half en hour later, "how did you spend your evening yesterday?" ' "Well-et•—I'd rather not say, old man." Smiler spoke apologetically, in a quiet, refined voice, He was slim and • small and wiry, and he . Iooked tiny in the presence of the burly in- spector. "Rather nob say? What .the deuce d'you mean, you'd rather not say?", "Well, old man --J" "And don't call me `old man.'" "Well, you see, I'd -I'd just rather not say." Willemson stared at him, unbeliev- ingly. nbelievugly. "Listen; Smiler, and don't be a fool, Your fingerprints have been found on a safe in Sir Ian Murchi- son's house at 1440 Grosvenor Gar- dens. The safe has been rifled, and PP : "Therefore I rifled it? Is that what -you mean? I don't think much of your logic, .old—Inspector." "I' didnt say you rifled it," the in- spector said, testily. "What I do say is that your prints on that safe re- quire explanation." . "There I agree with you. But --- will you have a drink? No?—'What evidence have you that the safe has been rifled?' - Whose safe did you say It was, by the way?" "Lady Murchison's jewel -safe at 1,- 140 Grosvenor: Gardens," Williamson said, patiently. "Now are you going to come clean?" "Really, Inspector!" Smiler's eye- brows went ups :In `othercircum- stances•the child -like innocence of his expression would have .made William- son laugh. , "Really, Inspectorl Don't. I always tell the truth? Are you sure you won't have a drink?" iirllliannson pawed the air in exas- peration. ` "Did you or, did you not enter that house, last evening?" "What number did you say? And what evidence have you that there was anything in the safe before the —er-alleged theft?" "The maid's, if you want to know. Name of Taylor. She'sa bit simple,. p'r'aps, but—" "How d'you know she's telling the truth?„ Williamson glared at him. • "Are you going to answer my questions 1 Where were you at 8.30 last night? And how do your finger -prints come to be .on that safe -door?" Smiler whistled two bars of "Who were you with last nighty" Then he said: "I'm sorry, Inspector, but there' it is. Pd rather not say where I was last night. As to finger -prints -welt, there, you have me. One can't ex- plain away things like that can otic?" "You'd better come with me to the Yard, Smiler. We'll see What the Super can make of you." They Went out together to the pe lice cat. "'There's one, thing puzzles rite a- bout this latest effort of yours, Smiler,',' 'Williamson went on when they were tinder way, "and that' is why you deserted your: usual nnodns operandi,--,", "What on 5earth's that?" "Yard slang for 'method of work Mg. There wasn't any of your ha- bitual neatness about this job, Smiler. You left your prints behind; you scratched the' paint; you left the safe and the window opet andd you didn't give us the usual tinkle:" $ Sadler turned, and his eyes met those of the closely watching inspec- tor in an uncomprehending stare "The usual tinkle? I don't get you. Is your wife as suspicious as you, by the way?" "I'm a bachelor; thank heaven." "You needn't rub it in," Smiler said. "No. But I'm engaged," Smiler re- plied, gloomily. "My girl -friend's a good girl, too.. She thinks I'm.a .Civil Servant, 'I'm so quiet And she wants me to marry her and settle dower." • "Well; why not?" "Why not?" Smiler looked at him pityingly. "Lots of reasons. T should have to give up all my olcl pals for one thing. Then I should have to get a job -and keep it. Besides, she's too romantic — says men nowadays haven't got any guts. Yet it might be worth it." A dreamy look came into his eyes. "I like her a lot. I think p'r'aps it would be worth it?' The 'inspector glanced at him curi- ously. But though, the decision Smil- er had just come to was probably the most-importarnt in his life, his face showed no sign of it. "If she knew as much about you as I do, Smiler, she wouldn't say you - lacked guts:. Who is site?" "pier name's Sally Taylor." "\\'hat?" "Lady Murehison's ntaicl?" "That's right.' "Well, I'm— Ii'm. An inside job, eh?" "An inside job?" Smiler again seemed puzzled, "Is that Yard slang, too?" Williamson got up. "Come on Smil- er. We're there, You shall tell ine the rest of your love -life some other time," Williamson had hardly hung up his hat when a 'phone 'call came through from Sir Ian Murchison. "Yes, Sir Ian?" • "A. most extraordniary thing's happened, Inspector. My wife trav- elled down from Scotland during the night, and arrived here about twenty minutes ago. She wasso tired that I told hem nothing about the robbery, and she just had a bath and went to bed. Then the funny thing happened." A chuckle cane over the: wire. "She put her toes straight on to her dia- mond necklace! And—well, to cut the story short, she discovered all the jewellery we thought stolen in her bed. I thought I'd better tell you." "Quite right, Sir Ian. I'll come along." ile hung up the receiver, and looked balefully across at SmiI- er. Smiler, seemingly unconscious of scrutiny, was gazing thoughtfully .out of the window. Williamson jabbed a bell,' and a constable came its. "Just keep your eye on this chap, will you, George?" he said. "I've got to go out: Give him a cigarette—and get hint to talk to you about women." He returned some time later. Af- ter dismissing George, he looked at Smiler and jerked his head towards the door. "You can seat, Smiler. They've decided you're : not worth prosecuting." "It's aro more than I expected, In- spector. After all, no one's lost any- thing, have they?" "Let me know when the wedding is," Williamson called after -him, "and, I'll send you a pair of rubber gloves." "And was it really you, Smiler?" Sally asked him that evening. "It Was," Smiler admitted tnocl- estaly.: "And you really climbed up that horrid, slippery pipe?" Again Smiler nodded. "You might have broken your neck, Smiler!" "'Well—after your remarks the oth- er night about men having no .pluck,. I thought I'd show you." "What I don't quite understand," Sally continued—and here 'Smiler's heart missed a beat --"is why you left your finger -prints behind." Smiler breathed, again. "That in- spector said it was my modus oper- andi. It's a vulgar expression of his. But I left then' behind because if I hadn't you'd neverhave believed Pel done it." "I see—but it was an awful risk to run—just for ine." "You're such a good, innocent girl, Sally, I'd risk anything for you!" It was lucky for Smiler she was, too. Otherwise it might have occur- red to her to ask how Smiler's finger- prints had been so .quickly identified. *London "Tit -Bits." THIS MODEST CORNER IS DT',IIICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad- But Always Helpful and Inns piling - THE KIND MOON I think the moon is very Bind To take suchotrouble just for me; He sante along with mefrom 'home To keep me company, , He went as far as T could run; - I wonder how he crossed the sky? I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet • Or any wings to fly, Yet he is here, above the roof;;' Perhaps he thinks it isn't right For ine to go so far alone, Tho' mother said I might. -Sara Teasdale. BABY FROCKS I sit and sew the little frocks, And weave such magic dreams, I sit and piece the little parts, And stitch the tiny seams. Ahl wondrous hopes oft come to me When I sew here alone. Sweet, sacred thoughts that take vie to The foot of God's great throne. May I not at His footstool kneel And touch creation's pride, When Destinies I have from Hini, To bear, to love, to guide, —Lereine Ballantyne, in `Firelight Fancies." - STAR OF THE NORTH Out of the dust God called new na- tions forth, The land and sea trade ready, at His voice; He broke the barriers of the North And bade .our plains rejoice: He saw the untrociclen prairie hold Empire of early gold. Star of the North, He bade thee shine And prove once more tate dreams of men divine. Ask of the seas what our young frontiers are. Ask of the seas what our white ban- ners fly Like stars unloosened from the hair Of wild -winged victory. Gocl's thunder only wakening thrills The ramparts of our hills. Star .of the North, No foe shall stain What France Inas loved, where Bri- tain's 'lead have lain. Dark is the watch fire, sheathed the ancient sword, But sons rust follow where their sires have led, To the anointed end, 0 Lord, Where marched the nighty dead, Firm stands the red flag battle - blown, And we will guard our own, Our Canada, Front snow to sea. One hope, one hone, one shining des - A fleecy cloud, a sunny ray, The glory of a summer's day; A gentle breeze, a song -bird's trill, In leafytree, on yonder. hill; A trickling stream in the valley be- low, ' Where wild flowers in profusion For their grey' wisdom, their green reticence,. The•gients now are felled; where they once stood Young saplings smartly strive to be a wood. —Roselle Mercier Montgomery. SANCTUARY; I have the solitude of dark, e'er night Inas gone, The rest and peace; before the world moves on, The velvet black of starless, Summer nights, A well of silence, e'er the day grows bright. I love the quiet hour before the dawn, That sacred hush before the birth of clay, The chorusing of birds, whose glad, some song, Dispels the eerie grey light o'er the way. —Vera Mundell Muir. ON THE MOOR I mat a child upon the moor A -wading down the heather; Site put her hand into my own, A cottage midst the clover , We crossed the fields together. I lett her to her father's door— left her—and the world grew poor To me a childless rover. I met a maid upon the moor, • The morrow 'was her wedding. Love lit her eyes with lovelier hues Than the even -star was shedding. She looked a sweet good -by to me, And o'er the stile went singing, Down all the lonely night I heard ' Bat bridal bells a -ringing. I stet a mother on the moor, By a new grave a -praying. The happy swallows in the blue Upon the winds were playing.' "Would I were in his grave," I said. "And he beside her standing!" There was no heart to break if death For me had conte demanding,. —Cale Young Rice. THY BLESSING, LORD, ON ALL VACATION DAYS Thy blessing, Lord, on all vacation days; For weary ones who seek the quiet ways Fare forth beyond the thunder of the street, The marvel of Emmaus Road repeat; Thy comradeship as graciously be- stow, Their hearts shall burn within them as they go. Grant those who turn for healing to the sea. May find the faith that once by Gali- tiny! 1 lee Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. i Flamed brighter than the glowing fire of coals. INSPIRATION And when Thou hast refreshed their !angry souls, Speak the old words again, beside the deep, Bid all who love Thee, Master, feed. Thy sheep! Be Thou with those who bide where mountains rise, Where yearning earth draws nearest grow; i to the skies! Oh, heart of mine --the "still small' Give them the peace, the courage that, Through these ese doth speak—b'Icm br New Strength to face the waitingvoice" they ask; thee rejoiee! 1 valley task, Ope Thou: our ears, that WO may heat Nety-light to lead through shrouding the call, 1 valley haze! Ancl relaize Thy love behind it all;( Thy biasing, Lord, on all vacation To us impart a courage strong', clays! To fight Life's battle, midst the busy —Molly Anderson Maley. throng. —13. J. A. SECOND GROWTH.. "Now all the great Victorians are dead, - And better so," a youthful critic said. "Although they were esteemed in their own day, They did not write or paint the mod. ern way. They overshadowed us -we could not grow;, But now they all are gone, and better so!,, That day I passed a place I once had known, A wood where giant forest trees had grown, Brave trees that reared their feather- ed helmets high, That knew the secrets of the earth and sky! • Trees too discreet to tell the mys teries The roots, and summits knew to every breeze; Trees I had often' sought in reverence AN ELUSIVE ALLEGORY Here aregreat redwoods spitting to the blue A spray of low growths round then royal feet, • Green. Buoyant ferns with breath as sylvan -sweet As gniclen: blooms. Strong from their roots the new Pale fronds unfurl their graceful' length, all true To immemorial pattern. Little heat And scanty sunshine visits their_ re- treat But look --no hothouse nursing ever grew More joyously or made a forest place To echo more with beauty's elo- quence. • Now-tfrom the redwood giants, hale and hoary And from the fairy foliage at their base I gather strange enlightment 11 sense A lovely and elusive allegory.. Julia Boynton Greeit