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Home My WebLink AboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-12-31, Page 7'THURS., DEC, 31, 1936 THE CLINTON' NEWS -RECORD PAGE 7 HOUSEI OLD ECONOMICS COOKING Edited by Rebekah. HEALTH ' RuMivations of Rebekall A Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men NEW YEAR'S EVE The snow, a glistening mantle, cloaks the ground; All noise seems hushed ; no slightest sound Disturbs the silence, . of the lis- tening air ; Ceased for a moment, all earth's endless rush, Held, for a moment, in one breathless hush Of expectation; hark!—there! The midnight chime rings clear A. thousand welcomes to the new-born year! 4. * * * Back, with the clamouring bells comes earth's familiar noise The old year's gone; forgotten all its joys Its pains, its disappointments, all forgiven, Closed is Time's year book and that grim old sage Opens the next one at the first clear page And waits for that he shall be driven To record ; while gay and oh, so sil- ver clear The welcoming chimes ring in the glad New Year ! —Molly Bevan. The Old Year, with its blessings, Its joys, its sorrows, its pains and its prizes, is gone and we stand on ''the threshold of a Brand New Year! I hope all my readers have had a happy Christmas and are ready to meet the new year with courage and `hope. It means so much to have the shin up andthe heart fortified for =anything that comes. Somehow Christmas seemed to come so quickly and to go so speed- ily this year; it seemed so soon over. I yonder if the New Year will be just like a flash in the pan, a -breath of wind and then gone? A New Year! What shall it bring to us? Aye, what! That's the ques- tion always. Why couldn't we some- -times ask what we shall give, what 'we plan to contribute to our fancily, to our community, to those with ' whont we come in contact from day to day, to the world? What can I .give, what can you give, which will 'be appreciated, which will be helpful :to others? APPLES Now is the season when Canadian apples are at their best and most plentiful; therefore cheap. Conse- quently the following recipes are ap- propriate to the season. AIR POCKETS (Continued from page 2) phone. You have a private line to Le Bourget? Well, for God's sake get through and hold up that serum. And could. it possibly have arrived yet?" Carver. said. "I don't know. I'll call you. He banged down the ear piece' and rang the exchange. "Get my office at Le Bourget — a priority earl — a natter of life and death. The reply from Paris came through at once. It was Symonds, the clerk. He sounded smooth and cheerful. "Good -morning, sir. Yes, Mr. Read arrived ten minutes ago. Yes, he should be. there by now; the house is only five minutes from here." Carver groaned. "The doctor's been on the line, sir' added Symonds. "Says the child has turned the corner. No, he'll use the serum just the same. Says it'll has- ten the cure: lie--" Carver cut him short, "Listen to me Symonds. The ser- um which Mr. Roadlhas is poison poison, do you understand? Yes, a frightful mistake. Go to the house get the serum, explain what has hap pened, but—get that serum. Ring me at once." -' Carver left his desk and began to pace the room. If he could have done something, it wouldn't have been so bad,. but he . couldn't and this wait ing was concentrated hell. Ile con templated phoning the hospital, but that would be useless. He'd have news for them soon enough. He ` wondered what Read's rear tions would be. The boy was highly strung, emotional: He would prob ably get some fool idea in his head that he was to blame. And if the weather did not clear he'd have to console himself in Paris tonight. Carver smoked furiously, uncon- scious of the cigarette -end which had burnt his fingers. It had been the waiting which had upset him in France and reduced his nerves to a tangle. He'd been fit as a fiddle with his squadron but the ground jobs had gotten him down. The aerodrome at St. Omer had been a nightmare. The hours of wait- ing for the return of the patrols; and waiting to count the planes as they arrived; waiting to send them out again with a bunch of kids who real- ly should have still been at school. He tried to keep his thoughts off the scene in Paris — the child who was battling for its life—the parents by its bedside, and the doctor with the serum which would hasten the cure. Hasten the cure! Carver covered his face with his hands. He wondered whether it was strange that he should be so affected In France he had lived with death for three years. This seemed nearer, and more personal. He must pull himself together. By now Symonds should have reached the house. When the telephone bell rang Car- ver started nervously and ran across the room. His hand was shaking as he picked up the receiver. The operator said: "Captain Carver? A personal call from Paris, sir." A pause which .seemed an eternity. Then a voice sounded thin and tired. "It's Read speaking," Carver made an effort. "Hallo, Road," he said. "Glad you got through, Must have been a rot- ten trip." Read went on, as if oblivious of his remarks: • "A ghastly thing has happened, I don't know- bow to tell you." • Carver's tongue .went dry in his mouth. The ghastly mistake was out, and now that he knew all hope had gone he felt limp and faint. He be- gan to murmur something, but only air unintelligible sound came; then he had to check himself in ;time. It wasn't for him to feel that way — what about poor Read who had flown the sudden death to Paris and been the unwilling instrument of a . cruel fate. He realised that Read was still stammering into the phone. The words were jerky and hysteri- col. but Carver was prepared to deal with the situation. 'It was what he had feared. He knew the signifi- cance of . that frightened note in Read's voice, !mow how easily such Apple Sherbet Boil one quart of Canadian -grown apples in a pint of water until soft. Rub through a sieve; add the juice: of one orange and one lemon, 1 cup sugar and 4 cups water. Beat well and freeze. When the mixture be- comes like a slush, add the well -bea- ten white of one egg and finish freez- ing. Apple Marmalade Wash, quarter, and cut into small pieces coarse-grained Canadian -grown apples. Add cold water and cook slowly until very soft. Rub through a strainer, and for each cup of apple pulp add 3-4 cup sugar. Add grated lesion rind and lemon juice, allowing half lemon to every 6 cups apple pulp. Cook slowly, stirring -very fre- quently until thick. Put up in jars or glasses and cover with paraffin. When cold, the marmalade should be cut' like cream or jelly. Preserved ginger cut fine may be added, using 1 tablespoon for every 6 cups of pulp. We may think we ave little we can give, and yet, if we give of our best, tolerance, understanding, a spirit of helpfulness, a dash of courage to dis- couraged ones, there is no knowing how much it may: count in the course of a year. I should hate to feel at the end of a year that I had made life harder for someone; that I had made it more difficult for someone to live bravely, courageously; that I had been a weight upon the spirits; a clog upon the heart of someone travelling along life's highway. And the only way to prevent this is to live cour- ageously oneself; to keep whatever of troubles whichcame, to one- self; to throw out your chin, meet life with a smile. When you read this you may be in the new year and I hope it will be a happy one, but more than all I hope that we shall be able to live it—if that is vouchsafed to us — so that when it ends we shall not be full of regrets for past. mistakes and fail- ures. - A Happy New Year to all. :REBEKAH. . A HEALTH SERVICE OF **THE CANADIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION AND .LIFE '+ONSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA once of these living disease -germs from the sick to the well which ac- counts for the spread of the communi- cable diseases. Each of the commun- icable diseases is caused by its own special germ. The disease germ which causes Diphtheria never causes , any other disease, and no other disease germ ever causes Diphtheria. Disease germs do not. grow in na- !CABLE DISEASE ture outside the human .: or animal COMMUNICABLE body, They maty exist for a time, There is a fairly large group of dis- but, they do' not growand multiply. ^eases which are called communicable Some of them are hardier than oth- -Diph.theria, Scarlet Fever, Measles,:ers, but sunlight kills them allin a Whooping Cough; Pneumonia, Tuber- short time. Bad smells are offensive ,eulosis, Typhoid Fever, Smallpox; and and we do not want thein, but bad Chickenpox, to name some of the more smells do not cause communicable dns- -common ones in this country. They I eases. Such diseases are always mils - are given this name because of one ed by disease germs, and because of outstanding and important character-Itbe fact that these disease germs die lstie. They are all spread from one comparatively quickly outside of the person to another, from the sick to human body, the spread is practically the well, and Llsually the spread is direct from the sick person,to the fairly direct, I well The spread of most of them is The reason why these diseases are by transference of the germ -laden communicable, is that they are all secretions of the sick person to the caused by disease germs: Disease I well by cat p,lis, sneezes, kissing, fin - :germs are so small that we cannot gens soiled with saliva, or common •see them without the aid of the micro -! eating and drinking utensils, scope; for that reason they are called) Questions concerning health, ad - Coddled Apples 2 cups boiling water 1 to 2 cups sugar 8 ' apples. Make a syrup of sugar and water, boiling 6 minutes. Core and pare Canadian -grown apples; cook slowly in the syrup; cover closely and watch carefully. When tender, lift out the apples, add a little lemon juice to syrup and pour over apples. The cavities in the apples may be filled with jelly or raisins. ' temperaments snapped. The boy had. been brought face to face -with trag- edy for tate first time. He was tak- ing- ak-ingit badly. He must be handled with care. , "I know what you're trying to tell me, Read. I've been on the phone to Symonds."` "Then you know, sir—" "Yes, I know, and I unde how you feel.". Read began: "But I—" Carver interrupted. "Now; you've got to try :to get it out of your mind try to forget. And don't begin to blame yourself." Read's voice broke as he answered. "Forget! How the hell could I for- get, And why shouldn't I blame my- self?" He laughed harshly. "I for- got to tell the mechanic that I' had two coats in the looker room. I for- got to make sure that I had the right one." A puzzled look crossed Carver's face; then suddenly, in spite of him- self,. self, he was almost hoping again. "Go on, go on!" he shouted, grip- ping the instrument until the knuckle showed white under the skin. - Back came Read's answering groan. "I left the serum in the pocket of the other coat, and I didn't discover that it was missing till I got in the house. And you ask me to forget My God, that's funny!" The operator's voice broke in: "Another three minutes sir?" Carver sang back in his chair and drew his hands across his eyes. "Yes" he said. "We'll have an other three minutes." It took Carver more than thre minutes to explain to Read why h had begun to laugh. - —London "Answers.' Allerton Apples Wipe, core, and pare 6 large Cana- dian -grown apples and arrange in ,a baking dish. Mix three-quarter cup sugar, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, and one- quarter teaspoon salt. Fill cavities with mixture, pour around one-quar- ter cup of water and bake until ap- ples are soft, basting very often with syrup in- dish. Remove from oven, cool slightly, and pile a meringue on top of each apple; return to oven and bake -8 minutes. Chill and serve with sugar and thin cream. To make the meringue—Beat whites of 2 eggs stiff; add 2 tablespoons powdered su- gar gradually, while beating con- stantly. Flavour with half teaspoon vanilla. ' Apple Mincement Apple orgreen mincemeat for pie is made as follows:— 2 cups chopped tart Canadian - grown apples - 11 quarts sliced green tomatoes 1 chopped 'orange - 3 cups medium brown sugar 2 tablespoons mixed ground spice' 1 pound raisins, Sprinkle tomatoes with salt and let stand overnight; then drain and chop fine. Add apples and orange; sin:, two hours, then add remaining ingredients and simmer one hour. As the mincement will keep definitely if properly canned in sterile jars while boiling hot, a larger quantity can be made at one time. -microscopic. microscopic. They live, grow and dressed to the Canadian Medical As - multiply just as truly as if they were sociation, 184 College St:, Toronto, many times bigger.' It is the transfer- will be answered personally by letter. Apple Peanut. Salad Pare, core, and cube slightly -acid Canadian -grown apples. Mix them with half as much cubed celery. Mix a dreasing of peanut butter,' using 5 tablespoons lemon juiceto one table- spoon' peanut butter. Mix the dres. sing through the apples' and the cel- ery, and season with salt and cay- enne pepper. Chill and serve on let- tuce; garnish with peanuts. Apple Snow . stand CARE OF CHILDREN Stew some fine fin voured Canadian - grown sour apples un til tender; swee- ten to taste and rub through a sieve. To two cups of strained apples, rise the white of one egg. Beat egg, stiff and gradually beat the apples into .it, and beat until quite stiff. It will be as white as snow. Serve with custard sauce and use more eggs if desired. The apple sauce should be thick and cold. Scalloped Apples 3 Canadian -grown apples (chopped) 0 e THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will, Sing You Their Songs -Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad- But Always Helpful and in piring - GIVING Smile, and as you smile for others, Something lights a smile inside, Bury sorrow, lest its shadow Fal upon a friend beside. - - There is Rapture for your sharing Spread along the even's sky— Rose and silver for your sharing Would you let such beauty. die? Earth has such a store of Wonder Could you seek to tell it forth, Riches would almost o'erwhelm you-- of worth. Sense of value, sense Love awaits and all about us,— Wrap it in a packet fine With your heart, and surely, surely, It will bear a seal Divine. -Rena Chandler. A woman in Grand Rapids made thirteen Christmas cakes and when she had finished found a metal bolt was missing from her mixer. She had a doctor X -Ray the cakes until he found the one which contained the bolt. There are folk who would say it served her right for making thirteen. cakes, ' !'',I.1. ' The United States Bureau of Agri- cultural Economics reports that, while the wheat supplies in the 1937-37 sea- son will be more than sufficient for domestic requirements of soft red, white, and hard red winter wheat, the supplies of hard red spring and dur- um wheats will again be below the milling needs of the country and will again be supplemented by exports from Canada. Half cup sugar Quarter teaspoon` cinnamon 2 tablespoons lemon juice Grated lemon rind , 2 cups buttered crumbs Quarter cup water. Quarter teaspoon nutmeg. ' Melt the butter andadd the crumbs. Mix the sugar, spice, and lemon rind. Put quarter of the crumbsin the bottom of a buttered baking •dish; then half of the apples; sprinkle with half of the sugar and spice. Repeat, sprinkle the lemon juice over thisand put the remaining crumbs on top. Bake 35 to 45 minutes. Cover during the first part of baking. Canadian Turnips Command - Premiums Because of their fine flavour and appearance, Canadian turnips ship- ped into the United States from the provinces of Prince Edward. Island and Ontario have predominated on all major wholesale markets of the East- ern United States within moderate shipping distance of the Dominion. Passing through the usual channels of trade to consumption in hotels, restaurants, and homes, these turnips have commanded a premium over those of domestic origin. The domes- tic turnips in. the Eastern United States for the most part are sold on local farm markets or to factories or transported by truck to nearby wholesale centres. However, they do not exercise a decisive influenee on the market prospects for Cana- than turnips. In the two main consuming centres for Canadian turnips, New York and Boston, Prince Edward Island turnips command the highest prices, states the Canadian Trade Commissioner in New York. During the season, which extends from September to the fol- lowing April or May, opening prices are usually moderate in October, ris- ing to a peak in November as the holiday. season approaches, and asa rule rise again after the first of the year. This season prices quoted on the New York and the Boston mar- kets for Prince Edward Island tur- nips have averaged about. 50 cents per bag of 50 pounds ex wharf. Un- der date October 31, 1936, New York wholesale quotations listed, Prinee Edward Island turnips at 55 to 60 cents, and Ontario turnips at 50 to 60 cents per 50 lb. Dealers antici- pate that the market will be compar- able to 1935 -that is, peak prices will teach about 75 cents or more, and an average season price of about 60 cents per 50 -pound bug, should be realized. An analysis of oar unloadings in 1935 is interesting. New York re- ceived 1,246 cars —598 cars from Canada, 555 cars local; Boston re- ceived 785 cars, of which 650 came from Prince Edward Island, and 83 locally; Newark, N.J., 622 cars, all from Canada; Chicago, 375 eras, 142 from. Canada;. Detroit, 92 cars, 82 from Canada; Philadelphia, 65 cars, all from Canada; Cleveland', 62 cars, 58' from Canada; Chichi: tri,' 45 cars, 43 from' Canada; Pittsburg, 43 cars, 41 from Canada; Washington 13'cars, 8 from Canada and Baltimore, 4 ears, all from Canada. ' way Of dimly lighted paths that :know the press Of footsteps - wandering back i n dreams to bless All that was bliss, the while of your brief stay. Take leave of me, Old Year, as qui- etly - As one who says farewell with wist. ful eyes, I keep the gift of love you gave to - .me High in remembrance and sacred. wise. Good-bye , I cry as to a parting friend Whom I shall meet again when Time will end. - —Edward F. Donohoe. NESTS IN WINTER Bereaved of wings and song, the skies are gray, And bleak the woodlands where from branch and bough Marauding northern winds have torn away The leafy screens so wantonly that now To every eye are shamelessly betray- ed The lovely, secret homesteads, late the care Of those sweet tenant -architects who made Our summer jubilant. That wig- wam, there, i Held Robin's brood; that crumbling ruin, up A ilVe the parch, marks Phoebe's camping place; That bower was Bobolinks; that mos- sy cup Once brimmed with wrens, aria where those twigs enlace, Still rocks and tosses like a bell that tolls, The cradle of departed orioles. —Arthur Guiterman. y=EliA'rYi7 A THE COMING OF WINTER Out of the Northland sombre winds ' are calling; A shadow falleth southward clay by day; Sad summer's arms grow cold; his fire is falling. His feet draw back to give the stern one way. It is the voices and the shadow of the slayer, Slayer of loves, sweet world, slayer of dreams; Make sad thy voice with sober plaint and prayer; Make gray thy woods and darken all thy streams. Black grows the river, blacker drifts the eddy; The sky is gray; the woods are cold below; O make thy bosoin and thy sad lips ready For the cold kisses of the folding snow. - -Archibald Lampmam STATISTICS PROVE - "Statistics prove" so many things The size of towns, the height of kingg The age of children in the schools, The skull development of fools, The salaries that parsons get, The number of abodes to let, The wealth of lucky millionaires, The price of hens and mining shares, All things below and things above, It seems to me "statistics prove." But no, statistics never yet IRISH CABIN CRADLE SONG Hush, mo croidhe, hush! The, birds are asleep in the bush; Thestars are crowdin' the sky wi' their light _ As they did long ago on Nativty night. - Hush, my croidhe, hush! Sleep, mo croidhe,, sleep! Each hill holds its full of sheep; Three Kings on their camels wi' trea- , sures I see— But love is the birthgift me heart brings to ye. Sleep, mo croidhe, sleep! Dream, mo croidhe, dream 0 mountain an' moorland an' stream! The turf smoke is thick as it curls from the fire, But I blind that the wee Lord was born in a byre. Dream, mo croidhe, -dream!' Rest, mo croidhe; rest! Each mother that beareth is blest. Hark, Mother Mary, look down as I pray, An' bless ye my firstborn at this ring o' day! Rest, mo croidhe, rest! —Ruth Sawyer. Appraised a single violet, ' Measured the gladness of an eye, ' Or proved the sorrow of a -sigh, Statistics never caught the gleam That dances on a meadow stream, Or weighed theanthem et s bird, ..1i In forest aisles devoutly heard. i Statistics never proved a soul, In high or low, in part or whole, I], Sin, beauty, passion, honour, love--- ' How much statistics cannot prove! .-.-Amos R. Wells, in "Life." OLD YEAR Tomorrow you are dust of yesterday, Dust of the hours that died for love- liness, Dust' of the hours that :knew the warm caress Of lips whose love - shall always breathe of May; " Tomorrow you are fled the silent "THEY THAT KNOW THEIR GOD SHALL BE STRONG TO DO EXPLOITS...." (Daniel.) They who have found Him' in life's simple things .. . Low -sloping hills under a quiet sky; Pools of gold candle -flame in the grey dusk; The challenge flung from young winds sweeping by. They who have known His healing when the night Laid gentle fingers on the aching heart` Shall turn their steps to high advert. turing, Since, of their strength, His has be- come a part. They shall have all the rich tran- quility That settles on the hills at close of day. The fearlessness of forest winds shall meet The hurt and pain that shadows all their way. Because they know their God, and hear His words Of quiet courage in the ,midst of. strife, - They shall be strong to do exploits, and climb With eager feet, the shining hills of Life. —Blanche. I. Bownall. A CHARITY DINNER The yearly drive is on once more For raisingfunds to feed the poor, To fill their bellies once a year, All in the name of Christmas cheer That surely ought to help to raise Morale to face the long, lean days; Perchance it: even might go far To make them like "things as they are". For the, the mite I have to spend I like to use toward the. end That folks may truly learn to see The needlessness .of Charity. Oh! Why won't people understand That, where there's too much food on hand, Life will be planned in such a way That all may eat well every day. This proposition seems to me The truest Christianity: The means by which -, we do produce Must be reclaimed for general use. '. That all who will may earn a share In distribution just and fair; And then shall we behold the birth Of true and lasting Peace on Earth. I do not think that He, whose sway . We celebrate on Christmas Day, Intended, on this fruitful earth, That nearly all should feel a dearth*, So that His gifts, so lavish, free, Shouldbya few sequestered be To over -glut their senseless greed, While millions bide in direct need. ''` —William Arthur Rees