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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-08-20, Page 7TRUES., AUG: 20, 1'.936 TEE CLINTON NEWS=R.EcORP l'Abi.E 7 HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS iiomitaiioos of Re6etaV Column Prepared Especially for 'Women— But Not Forbidden to Men COOKING TOO PLATONIC BY FAR 'bad sworn to be a bachelor, she had sworn to be a amid, 'Per we both agreed in doubting And then she raised her• eyes to mine great liquid eyes of blue, Full to the brim and running o'er, ' like violet cups with dew; . One long, long look, and then I did whether matrimony paid. • what I never did before -- Resides, 'I had myhigher aims, for science filled my heart, ,And she said her young affections were all wound up in her art • So we Iaughed at those wise men who, say that friendship cannot live • Twixt man and woman unless each has something else to give. We would be friends, and friends as true -'as e'er were man and man, "I'd be a second David and she Miss Jonathan. • "We'd like each other, that wet all, and quite enough to say, -We just shook hands upon it in a business sort of way. •We shared our sorrow and our joy, together haped and feared. With common purpose sought the goal which young ambition rear- ed, We dreamed together of the days, the dream bright days to come, -We were strictly confidential, and called each other "chum" And malty a day we wandered togeth- er o'er the hills— -I seeking bugs and butterflies, and she the ruined mills, And fustic bridges and the like, which picture -makers prize 'To run in with their waterfalls, and groves and sunny skies; And many ,a quiet evening, in hotirs of full release, "'We floated down the river or loafed beneath the trees, .And talked in low gradation from the poet to the weather, 'While the summer skies and my cigar burned slowly out together. But though it all no whispered word or telltale look or sigh "Told aught of warmer sentiment than friendly sympathy. -We talked of love as coldly as we talked of nebulae, ,And thought no more of being one than we did of being three. •"Well, good-bye,ofd fellow." I took her hand, for the time had come to ,ge, My going meant our parting, when to tweet we did not know. f had lingered and said farewell with a very heavy heart, :for though we were but friends, you know,. 'tis hard for friends to park. "Well good-bye, old fellow; don't for- get your friends across the' sea, And some day,when you've lots of time, just drop a line to me." 'The words carne lightly, gayly, but a great sob just behind ` Roseupward with a story of quite a different kind; perhaps the •tear meant friendship, but I think the kiss meant more. —Anon. The Brantford Expositor recently drew attention to the fact that for a century and a half the wife of the• President of the United States has been asked to present one of her beau- tiful dresses, one which' she wore on state occasions„ no doubt, to the Smithsonian Institute at Washington for the educational benefit of future generations And it has been noted that the dresses are becoming longer and longer, the women of today being taller than thoseof a hundred years ago. Edited by Rebekah. HEALTH CARE OF CHILDREN L CONTRIBUTIONS. Sornetunes summer appetities are fickle and the housewife is put to it to find anything which will please her family. Here's- something new to try on them: A HOT MEAL Reil Hot Crown Hot, Potato Salad • Buttered Green Peas Sliced Tomatoes Stuffed Peaches With Meringue Fankfurters are going op in so- ciety. Serve a crown roast made with them. Red Hot Crown Choose large frankfurters of uni- form size. Thread these onto a string so that they form the shape of a crown; with the concave side of the frankfurters toward the outside. A- round the centre, fasten three or four slices of bacon pinned securely . with tooth picks. Fill the centre with a savory bread dressing and bake un- covered in a moderate oven until the frankfurters are .puffed and the dressing heated through. Serve at once. Any kind of a bread dressing may be used with the frankfurters. Here is one which is very good. One-fourth pound of bulk sausage, t/.r cup of grated onion, 2 frankfur- ters, sliced, 1 loaf of bread finely !iced, 1 egg, salt and pepper, meat stock to moisten. Brown the sausage and the grated onion together. Adcl the remaining ingredients. Moisten enough to hold the dressing together. Pack into the frankfurter crown and heat. Of course, women of the same gen- eation differ greatly in size, and it might not mean much that Dolly Maddison's dress was shorter, for it - stance, than Mrs.. Coolidge's. But it may be that women are growing tal- ler and larger in every way. Indeed, it 'Would be strange ,if they did not develop physically, the way girls have been taking to muscular sports. It must be very much better for the health and development of a girl's physical frame to spend hours in the air and sunshine, as the modern girl does, even though she may overdo it a little, than to spend these hours biding away from the sun and air for fear of spoiling her complexion. She is much more likely to develope a healthy body wearing loose and com- fortable clothing than her grand- mother while lacing in her waist and wearing three or four petticoats. And if women are developing more healthy bodies that is good news for the future of the race. Healthy moth- ers are likelY to bear healthy chil- dren. The human body can stand a lot of punishment and still survive, but with all the improvement in san- itation, in the understanding of hy- giene,in the nature and use of foods, the health of the race certainly ought to improve. And it may be its- proving, slowly but surely. A Toronto man told me not long ago that at a father and son golf tournament in which he took part he noted that in each case the son was taller than the father. That night have just happen- ed, of course, we know many sods who are not as tall as their fathers, but it well may be that the health of the race is improving. Anyway, the woman who faints' whenever anything goes wrong has no place in the mod- ern picture. REBEI AH. Hot Potato Salad Six to eight medium-sized potatoes, • 4 slices of chopped bacon, 2 small chopped onions, 3 tablespoons of cid- er vinegar, ilealith Scram OF THE 6attab an edirttt Atutztrittittit and Life Insurance Companies in Canada. Edited b ' GRANT FLEMING, M.D., Associate Secretor. THE VALUE OF PAIN the pain eases up. Doctors who have diagnosed some urgent surgical con - We all hate pain. We would do dition, such as a perforated stomach mractiotdly anything to get rid of it ulcer, or a gangrenous appendix, and and would take anything that comes realize that only drastic measures can In a bottle or as a pill to kill it. But save the patient, often face the pre - sive seldom stoic to think that pain is 'dicautent that the patient, as soon as. really one of the beat friends we have! the pain has been relieved by opiates, W1tyI refuses to go -to hospital or to submit All around, us in our everyday life to surgery. We are surrounded by. signals. Bells Unfortunately and we mean un- neud wigwags at the railroad crossing,' fortunately — is not always an red lights at the "no thoroughfare" early symptom. This .is frequently •alga, indicators for bite oil, the gas noted in cancer and the. result is that and the radiator on our dashboard. tate . disease niay have made consider - These are . danger signals. We may' able progress, before the patient not= grumble volubly when we see,a detour ices the other changes or makes up sign or have the crossing gates block • his or her mind that these other eur pathway,' -but deep in our.hearts symptoms or signs are sufficiently we are thankful for these warnings. serious to see a doctor. Therefore Xs should we feel towards pain, for we must remember that we are net pain is Nature's danger signal . that always ,justified in waiting for pain 'something has gone wrong. Instead • to appear. If there is a 'lump, or of smothering it at once, we should there is unusual 'bleeding, or any ,endeavour to find out just why we other change which cannot be readily have that pain. explained by some simple cause -see The time to detect a gastlfc ulcer, your doctor. And even. if the expiate sr an inflamed appendix, or a decayed ,ation does, seem obvious, go , to him tooth is early—before irreparable da-, if there is any doubt in your mind at t 'n :can 'ma t �place and some hrthan 'wage tikes g all, for it is better to be, safe still be done to correct the trouble. 1 sorry, The old proverb "out of sight, oat, sof out � rntridnmight havebeen wrhttett Questions estions co ncerning health, • ad - "out of pain, out of mind", forall too dressed to the Canadian Medical As - often -the individual forgets about his sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, :]resolution to see a doctorthe moment will be answered personally by letter, Boil the potatoes in their jackets in salted water. Peel and cut in slices or in cubes. Fry the bacon and the onion .together until brown, Stir con- stantly or they will burn. ,Add the vinegar to the bacon and the onion, acid also one-halfteaspoon of ,sugar if the vinegar is sour.' Add chopped green pepper, pimen- to, and celery if desired. Pour dres- sing over potatoes and' reheat thor- oughly in oven or in the top of the double boiler. Serve very hot. Stuffed Peaches With Meringue Four free stone peaches; 6 mac- aroons, 2 beaten eggs yolks, 2 beaten egg whites, 3 tablespoons of sugar, t/z teaspoon of vanilla. An Arctic Romance Ends In Wedding A despatch from Edmonton says that a northland romance which start- ed its the tiny hospital at Aklayik, N. W.T., close to the Arctic Ocean, was culminated there on Saturday, 'Au- gust 8, with the marriage of Miss Ruth Hamilton, nurse at the hospital, and George Paterson, a patient. Graduate of - a Toronto hospital, Miss Hamilton, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. J. J. Hamilton, of Bethany, On- tario, cared for Mr. 'Patterson when he was brought to the hospital with leg injuries. While he was there, the late Will Rogers, screen and.stage comedian who was touring, the north, presented to him a $100 cheque be- cause the visitor admired the courage of the patient, whose leg had been amputated because of an injury suf- fered when it was caught in the haw- ser of a northland boat. Following the marriage, the couple will reside at Waterways, Alberta. Miss Hamilton has been visiting in the•east , since a fire destroyed the Aklavik Hospital last April. Pare and cut in halves the peaches. Crack one peach stone. Pound the kernel to a pulp. Crush the maca- roons. • Hollow the peach halves slightly. Combine the kernel, the macaroons, the peach pulp and egg yolks. Fill the peach halves with this mixture. Bake them in a moderate oven, 350 degrees, until they are ten- der. Make a meringue for the top of two egg whites, three tablespoons of sugar, and one-half teaspoon of vanilla. Pile lightly on the peaches and brown in a slow oven. THE OLD THIRD READER (Continued. from page 3) But we,- left him alone with his glory" o There were flashesof light through Such gloom as this. The poem was wholesome—for all its sadness. "The Road to the Trencces," too, was simple and salutary "One more gone for England's sake Where so many go Lying down without complaint Dying in the snow." The picture of endurance did us no harm. The words "Where so many go" used to touch us vaguely Cer- tainly many — all too many -- went somewhere. "The Burial of Moses" next com- manded our grave attention. It.was unlike the burial of Sir John Moore —more strange—more 'awful: • "For had he not high honour The hill -side for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rock -pines, like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land To lay hits in his grave," of the ground? Little Marygold, too, who turned into a golden image and was brought back to life by the appli- cation of water (so fatal in other cases). And Elihu of the Gray Swan, "who went to sea the minute I put him off my knee," and ought to have been drowned for his twenty years of filial inattentiveness — but wasn't. These are single instances of merci- ful preservation in the midst of crowding catastrophe. It is hard to know just where to place such selections as "The Old Arm -Chair" and "Rock Me to Sleep," two poems dedicated to the memory of the dead. To me and my compan- ions many years ago they were, in effect, as drear and desolating as the others, though not acutal records of death. In all that repertoire of gloomy melody, there is struck but once the note of optimism. It is to be heard in: "There's a good time coming, boys, A. good time coming, We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming." From the light-hearted jingle we received the assurance that the fog would some day lift, By means of it a generation of Ontario children The last death -scene in the book have kept a gleam of hope in their was that of "The May Queen" The hearts while• passing through that poen was sweet and very sad with Valley of Despair—the Third Class. the sweetness and sadness which We 'have—most of us—lived "to see children love, but, I believe, it was unwholesome for them. Sickness therein was made so rhythmically at- tractive that children, knowing noth- ing of its prosaic side, were all too likely to' cultivate the semblance of the day." it has already more than dawned.A lovely, new, . sunshiny Y Third Reader has risen above the eas- tern horizon. To it we look for the scattering of our gloom. We may not, not without tears (of fragility and finally to attain to a joy) bid a gloomy, yet glad farewell .state of genuine disease, through to our venerable and melancholy their admiration of the gentle who friends. could look forward with rapture to . - being, "Forever and forever all in a blessed home, ' And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come • To lie within the light of God as I lie upon your breast,. Where the wicked cease from troub- ling and the weary are at rest." "How beautiful," says Carlyle, "to die of a broken heart — on paper! How different in reality! What of the foregone .soul drowning slowly in quagmires of disgust—a whole dreig- shop in his inwards?"', What indeed? Perhaps all of us saw, a little too much dying -on paper—While passing through' the vicissitudes of the third' grade. I'nave not touched. here on the dis- asters that didn't occur or on those that were but vaguely recorded. There was a lesson on "Volcawicta" in which much loss of life was alluded to; . a poem called "After Blenheim"'where- ie. a peasant is portrayedploughing up skulls; a'selection yclept "A Nar- row Escape" and properly so yclept for it dealtwith the perils of the jun- gle;, and others which made our Hearts stand still with dread of what might happen next -John Gilpin tin for instance -none -of us expected to see that re- nowned gentleman safely home, after Itis perilous rids. e. ' How come it that John was permitted to escape when many who were younger and stronger than he was cut down as cucumbers SAYS FEMINISM IS CO-OPERATION French Speaker Urges Union of Men and Women in the Professional Fields Paris.—Woman's right to work is more important than her right to vote, Mine. Cecile Brunschwig, French Under Secretary of State for Educa- tion told Congress of the Internation- al Federation of Business- and Profes- sional Women here recently. "Feminism is not a struggle, but intelligent co-operation between the. sexes," she said. "A wise policy is'a union of men and•women in the pro- fessional.fields." The Under Secretary's -speech fol- lowed an 'address of welcome by Pierre Vienot, French Foreign Under Secretary, who paid tribute to Pre. mier Blum for including three women in his People's Front Government., Vienot: was the only finale attending the Congress. Miss Lena Mabesin Phillips, Presi- dent of the federation and a promin- ent New York attorney, outlined the aims of the organization in an ad- dress closing the session. "The central purpose of this organ- ization. is to protect and to promote interest economic and the eco professional of business and professional women, and to .secure united action by them," the said. THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songli-Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful and Ins piling. IF I WERE' YOUNG AGAIN if I were young again and full of mirth There is no road that would not know my feet, Jade depths of jungle, dark and blos- som -sweet, And perilous mountains at the-riiu of earth. I would know ways of bird and wind flower, ' Sunrises and nightfall and the pas- sionate sea, Above my head no roof would ever be Save the far Heavens in their star - swept hour. I would behold each slowly breaking dawn As though it were the last my eyes could know, Drink deep of water plunging on a stone Like music out of science, I would go Clinging to every hour lest it should wane. 1:f I were full of mirth and young again. —Daniel Whitehead Hicky. THE IDEAL WIFE OF 1761 Ladies, here is something worth your consideration . What constitutes a' good ,housewife? We know, of course, that you, and you, and you, have bought up your families ade- quately, and can sew and darn, and entertain your husband's business friends, just as well as your own club acquaintances. But could you fill the bill for the perfect wife as set down its the qualifications for the faultless spouse in 1761? Here Are the main points necessary for the wife of that day to be considered sufficiently wifely; She must be of good person but not perfectly beautiful and of a moderate height. With regard to complextion she must be not quite fair but a little brown and young by all means. She must have a decent share of common sense, tinctured with just a little seasonable repartee and a small modicum of wit; but positively no learning upon any consideration eith- er modern or ancient. She should not be critically skilled in her own tongue. She must have a proper knowledge of accounts and arithmetic, but no sort of skill at fractions. She .must havea little ear for music and a capability of a little song in company, but -not be fond of the gui- tar. She must be handy with her needle, but more devoted to plain sewing than to fine, She must not spend all her time in the parlor, but sometimes be in the kitchen, and with a bit of skill in the art of cooking. She should have in conversation a little lisp, but no stammer. She should have an acquaintance with domestic news, but none whatev- er with foreign affairs. And last but by no means least she must be decently but not affect- edly silent. University Coat of Arms The University. of Western On. tario has five academic buildings, namely, Main Building, Science Building and Library Building for the College of Arts, a Medical School Building and a building for the Faculty and Institute of Public Health. There are between six and seven thousand students in the secondary schools of Western Ontario who are qualifying for university mat- riculation. •A ' larger proportion of these students should -seek the advantages of a higher education. The courses, range in length from three to six years. The degrees are S.A., B.Sc., LL.B., M.A., M.Sc., M.D., D.P.H.5, C.P.H.N. In .1935.36 there were 2480 students enrolled. Applications for registration should be submitted as early as possible. Students should come to the. University prepared to pay their tuition and living expenses in full and should not depend on getting work during their spare time. For further information write llNIVE SITY WE ERN ONTARIO LONDON -CANADA 74 A graceful skiff, white sails flung to the breeze; ' Twin rainbows, arch'd above the Margarees; The sleepy murmur of a distant wet- erfall, • • The haunting query in a lone loon's • call — Deep brooks that sang and gurgled 'neath the birches,.tall! A willow, 'neath whose shade• a ren- dezvous •- We kept; a dell, where shy-blue.vio- lets grew; The golden sand' dunes, sea -shells, noise of waves at play; Dear, priceless friendships formed along the way, These memories live, tho' roses only last a day. —Estelle Jean Worfolk. FRIENDLY TREES O dreamy, gloomy, friendly trees, I carne along Your narrow track To bring my gifts unto your knees, And gifts did you bring back; For -when I brought this heart that burns— These thoughts that bitterly repi'ne— And laid them here among the ferns And the hum of boughs divine, Ye, vastest breathers of the air, Shook down with slow and mighty poise Your coolness on the human care, Your wonder on its toys; Your greenness on the heart's des- pair, Your darkness on its noise. —Herbert Trench. HARVEST SONG Praise God for seed time and the spring, For autumn and the garnering, For all the glorious harvest hours, The golden fields, the sun and show- ers! Praise God for home — the shelter strong When skies are grey and nights are long; For loyal hearts and counsel wise, For home and all home's tender ties! Praise God for losses and for gain. The year's full joy, the year's deep pain; For tears to weep and songs to sing, For grieving and for comforting- . Praise God, nor let a doubt assail. Seed time and harvest shall not fail, Nor patient love, nor strength, nor stay; Praise Gocl today! Praise God today!, -=Jean .Blewett. DAWN • Awake and hear the bird -songs greet the dawn, When angels bear to earth her sum- mer dress In emerald folds: bespread upon the lawn And dewy 2Iow'rs serene in loveliness Sweet bird -notes, linked in one ec- static choir Of harmony and rhythm, bring to you The cheery robin's .theme -song of desire: "Wake up and happy be the whole day through." The sky is patterned o'er with magic lace As if, in benediction, morning's tune Had blended into colors that embrace And bid farewell the guardian angel moon. Thus comes the dawn in majesty—to plaise The Ring of. Beauty, watching o'er our days. . —Amy Bissett Exglancl in Montreal Star. MEMORIES A lovely road, meandering to the sea, Wild roses nodding velvet heads at me Or lifting ruby lips to kiss the sun - god's ray-- E'er ay—E'er fragrant petals strew the wind- ings way. The road winds on—wild roses', only last a day- THE FIRST TANGLE _ Once in an Eastern palace wide A little girl sat waving: So patiently her task she plied The men and women at her side Flocked round Iter almost grieving. "How is it, little -one," they said, "You always work so cheerily? You never seem to break your thread, Or snarl or tangle -it, instead Of working smooth and clearly, "Our weaving gets so worn and soil., ed, Our silk so frayed and broken, For all we've fretted, wept and toiled, We know our lovely pattern's spoiled, Before the Ring has spoken," The little child looked in their eyes, ; So full of care and trouble; And pity chased the sweet surprise That filled her own as sometimes flies The rainbow in a bubble. "I only go and tell the King," ' She said, abashed and meekly, "You know He said in everything"— "Why, so do we!" they cried, "we bring. Him all our troubles weekly!" She turned her 'little head aside; A moment let them wangle; "Alt; but," she softly then replied, "I go and get the knot.untied At the first little tangle!" 0 little children—weavers all? Our broidery we spangle With many a tear that need not fall If on our King we would but call At the first little tangle? T 1 Another Province To ' Sell Graded Butter On and after September 1, 1936, all package creamery butter soltl to con- sumers, its the Province of Ontario must have the grade of the butter clearly indicated 'on the wrapper in t one-quarter of an letters not less than o e q inch square . The grades are First Gracie, Second Grade, Third Grade and No Grade. This means that, while stores .may use a brand name, the grade must also be shown in accord- ance with .Regulations 27 and 28 of the Dairy Industry Act of Canada. Butter will be sold by grade for do- mestic use on and after September 1' in five of the Provinces of Canada, namely, Ontario, 'Manitoba, Saskat- chewan, Alberta and British Colum- bia.. It has been in effect in the Western Provinces for more than a year . At the last session of the On- tario Legislature' the. necessary legis- lation was passed snaking the Regula- tions of the Dairy Ltdustry Act refer- red to applicable to the grading of creamery butter, sold in Ontario. This action followed the formal pro- clamation published in the Canada .Gazette of August. 1, fixing August 15 as the date the grading regulations shall become effective. In order, ,how- ever, to give merchants an opportun- ity to clear- any stock of package but- ter ' on hand and to enable them to become familiar with the new require- ments, it has been decided by the Dominion Department of Agriculture not to take any action instil after September 1. • The new measure means that con- .sumers will merely have to look tit the wrapper to know the quality of the butter offered for sale. It is expected that in the course of trine he four ro • winces in which t p creamery package butter is not sold by grade, will pass the necessary leg- islation. and make these regulations effective. About 25 per cent of the creamery butter made in'Canada last year, a- mounting to 38,854,600 pounds, wast produced in Ontario. . I