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Home My WebLink AboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-01-21, Page 7'tRURS., JANi, 2i,, x937. TIE CLINTON NEWS—RECORD PAGE HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS COOKING esereaseareaseaaseraese Edited by Rebekah. HEALTH CARE OF CHILDREN is clic 301 wmaminsonnte RuMinat!olls of Rebelill A Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men FOR EACH DAY A little work, a little play, "To keep us going, and so good -day: A little warmth, a little light ' ®If love's bestowing — and so good- night, .A little fun, to match the sorrow Of each day's growing --and so good- morrow,—DeMaurier. We should guard against, pray a- agaiust and labor dilligently against • tf1e weakness of self-pity. "Self-pity is death to growth, to in- iative, to success," says a recent wri- ter. "The man who pities himself !has no pity for any one else. Being constantly sorry for yourself conduces to the development of an enormous egoism. A person whose sole thought is centred on himself discovers ane samazing number of reasons wby he • should receive special consideration. He insists that others should recog- 'aize his claims to attention and favor, and when they are not forthcoming, he developes a deep-seated grouch. And the man with a grouch is doom. • ed to failure, humiliation and con- terept. "Make allowances for everything -and everybody but yourself. Put your- s'eelf in the other fellow's shoes. When you discover how hard and in how many places they pinch, you will not • condemn him so harshly for his sins -of omission and commission, and it may dawn upon you that he is doing the best he can under difficult cir- ••eumstaaees. "When your shoes pinch, and you Are inclined to ask to be excused '.from this, that and the other job, be- -'cause of it—don't! Change your shoes, or take the pinch out of them in one way or another, but, for your •own sake, never let on that your feet `hurt. Nobody is interested in your feet. Every man is thinking about his own. The man who expects and ex- -acts special "consideration may get it, 'ander protest, but he gets something quite different, with usury, at the first opportunity. "The average man resents being "forced to consider another person's likes and dislikes, and there is no surer way to make him your enemy than to attempt to force him to pay honor and respect, and show special favor where he does not consider it due nor deserved." The above is true and yet few of us but have at times fallen for this subtle temptation. It assails us when we are weak; when circumstances are arrayed against us, when our de- fences are at their lowest. But when we yield our troubles only increase; they multiply and grow to alarming proportions and threaten to over- whelm us. Indeed, they do overwhelm many and they sink into a state of melancholy, their usefulness to them- selves and others impaired or utterly destroyed. No really worthwhile work can be accomplished while we are wallowing in a sea of self-pity; we cannot ade- quately measure our responsibility to others, nor can we rightly appreciate others' good qualities or achieve- ments. It is a shocking waste of time to spend it in pitying our own poor lit- tle, unimportant selves. What we should be doing is realizing that we are probably much better off than we deserve to be, that we would need' to use all our energies to accomplish whatever of work we have in mind as our contribution to the work of the world and to our time and gen- eration. Tt is very true that a few people may be badly used; may have had what is vulgarly termed a "raw deal," and they may seem to have some ex- cuse for self-pity. But, if you will notice, it is seldom these people who so indulge themselves. They are usu- ally so busy carrying out work for others that they have no time to think of themselves. It is usually the pam- pered one who thinks himself or her- self badly used, To be a self-pityer brands one as a sort of a weakling. Let's avoid it as we would disgrace of any other sort. Don't let us be self-pityer or martyrs. Let us face up to things in this new year and re- fuse to be the above sort of weak- lings. —REBEKAH. A H£ALTH 9ERVFCE OF THE CANADIAN MEDICAL • ASSOCIATIo'N AND LIFE •I1305URANCE COMPANIES 1N CANADA CLOTHING FOR INFANTS AND CHILDREN Is your child dressed too warmly? Probably he. is. Almost every moth- ,,er puts too many clothes on her child. Too many clothes makes the child ;perspire, tires him out, and makes him inoro susceptible to colds and • mther infections. Children should be dressed properly for health and comfort: The rule to follow for the amount of clothing is —if the child perspires, less required; if the hands and feet are cold and the face is pinched, more is required, '' Thus the run -about child should be •dressed so that when in the house he does not perspire. When going out of doors, outer garments such as • sweaters, snow suits, leggings, coats -etc, should be put on. It a mistake to weigh the child down with a lot of heavy underclothing which makes him perspire and be uncomfortable while in the house. In hot weather the child should be clothed with a sun suit which allows freedom, is comfortable, and allows the child to get tanned. How about the baby? Here the tendency is even stronger to bundle him up with more clothes than he needs. In the winter time a baby should have a shirt of wool and cot- ton or wool and silk, over this a flan - elate gertrude and a cotton dress. Long stockings or knee length boot- ees are necessary to keep the feet warm, If the baby requires more, sweaters should be used. It is very important that the dress and gertrude are not long enough to hinder the movements of the legs. When going out of doors, mitts, bonnets, blankets and sleeping bags are used. The bin- der should never be used after the cord has healed, which is around two weeks of age; In the summer the ba- by should have the clothing removed so that he does not perspire. In the very hot weather a diaper is all that is necessary. To sum up, clothe your child to be comfortable in the house, and add outer garments when he goes outside. Questions concerning health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, will be answered personally by letter, STOP ,tllD A cold can take hold quickly and de- verop seriously. Pont let a cold take hold on you. At the first sign of a cold go right to your druggist. Buy a pack- age of GROVE'S BROMO QUININE. Grove's has what it takes to knock that cold right out of your system the first day. 638 TAKE Here are a few recipes for a main dinner course. Chateaubriand Steak. There is nothing a man appreciates more than a good chateaubriand steak and it is something that is seldom found to perfection on the home table. The following is an excellent recipe. Trina off fat and skin from three pounds of beef, cut from centre, of fil- let, and flatten with broad -bladed knife. Sprinkle with pepper, brush ov- er with olive oil and broil for twee• ty minutes. Salt when taken off broiler. With it serve the following sauce, which is the most important part: Cook three tablespoons butter, one slice carrot, one slice onion, bit of bay leaf, sprig of thyme, spring of parsley, and half teaspoon pepper- corns, until butter is browned. Add four tablespoons flour, one and a half cups brown stock, and one-half tea- spoon meat extract. Bring to boiling point, strain, add one tablespoon lens. on juice, two tablespoons chopped par- sley, one tablespoon butter, bit by bit, and salt to taste. To Fry Chicken Wash until free from blood; unjoint all the joints; sprinkle with salt and pepper; cut the breast in pieces; lay in a frying pan with a generous lump of butter; cover tight; fry till a nice brown; make a gravy of cream and butter; thicken with a little flour; season to taste. Or, if preferred, serve without gravy. Boiled Chicken To boil chicken, wash the bird nicely in lukewarm water, and when trussed rub it all over, the breast es- pecially, with half a lemon, then wrap it in a buttered paper and next in a floured cloth; bring some slightly salted water all but to the boil, lay in fowl, watch the water re -boil, draw the pan to the side, and let it simmer slowly till the fowl is done, remember- ing that the slower it cooks the ten- derer it will be; a young fowl will take from twenty to twenty-five min- utes. It is then lifted out of its wrap- pings, set on a hot dish, and served with any sauce and garnish to taste. Cooked thus, the fowl keeps beauti- fully white, Cheese Desserts Cheese, recognized as a valuable and economical food, can be put to good use in many ways. It may be served as the main course for lunch or supper, used for soups, salads and sandwiches, and has a place even in dessert making, One of the fundamental rules in balancing meals is to include a suf- ficient amount of protein in each meal. Hence the importance o f cheese, and the value of knowing that tempting cheese desserts may be served at a meal which would other- wise be deficient in respect to pro- tein. Cheese Apple Betty 3 cups sliced apples 2 cups stale bread crumbs 1-2 cup water or orange juice (approximately) 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1-2 cup brown sugar 2 tablespoons butter 1 cup grated cheese. Arrange apples and crumbs in lay- ers in buttered baking dish. Sprinkle each layer of apples with cinnamon, sugar and cheese. Dot crumbs with butter. Finish with crumbs dotted with butter. Bake in a moderate ov- en .(350 degrees F.) until apples are cooked and crumbs browned. Serve with Hard Sauce. Hard Sauce 1-3 cup butter 2 tablespoons thin cream 1 egg white 2 cups icing sugar Q•2 teaspoon lemon rind. Crean butter. Stir in cream and egg white. Add sugar gradually, beating until smooth; Add grated lemon rind. Cottage Cheese Pie 11.2 cups cottage cheese 4 'tablespoons melted butter 1-2 cup sugar 1-4 teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon flour Grated rind of 1 lemon 1-4 eup thin cream or top mills 2 egg yolks 1-2 eup raisins A MAN MUST EAT ' (Continued from page 3) can fill every vase you have got, and then goodbye to 'em. Think of what you spend at the greengrocer's." "I've a nice cold -frame you can have for the fetching,'" Mr. Shan of- fered. "You bring some of 'em along in that and you'll be in time yet." That evening and at the week -end Frank converted the herbaceous bor- ders and most of the lawn, into a min- iature market -garden. The neighbors began to say that he was no credit to the road. Scarlet runners, climbing up strings, were no substitute for the crimson ramblers; ranks of immature lettuces were not as nice to look on from their back bed -room windows as the sacrificed lawn, and the tender fo- liage of young radishes was not as pleasing as had been the masses of violas. But that late spring was wet and warm, which is just what young vege- tables and salad plants want. With the help of Uncle Shann's discarded cold frame, the change was made ov- er efficiently. Frank's thirty by eighty foot garden was producing food and saving money. As the house looked south, the asters coming up in the front garden gave place to a row of tomato plants. "It's sordid," Mary objected. "It's money -grabbing." "You can buy yourself a new dress with the money you'll save." "No, thank you, I'd feel unhappy all the time I had it on." "And you won't need make-up when the salads get to work on your com- plexion." "You're certainly a n efficient chump," Mary retored. But Uncle Shann was delighted. He had made all his money out of just the sort of thing that Frank was growing. He often came over to see how everything was going on, even though he was getting old. "You're doing fine my boy," he said. "And I'll tell you why; you're not afraid to thin them out. Most amateurs crowd their stuff." "That isn't efficient. It doesn't matter what you're doing, you've got to get down to it, and do it as it ought to be done." He was quoting efficiency expert Devannion. That intense man had gouged a deep impression into Frank's healthy mind. It was a good, honest hero-worship, and a credit to Frank. He talked a great deal about Devannion to Uncle Shann. "Ay, Frank, you don't mind being told what you don't know," the old man answered. "You like to learn things, you do." "Don't we all?" "No, that we don't. The fools I've inet you wouldn't hardly believe. The older I grow the more fools get in my way. I can't explain it." Mary was beginning to eat the thin- nings of the lettuces and the unwant- ed of the young radishes at her soli- tary lunches, when the edict broke loose to Frank. One half of his mind was plodding along at his dry job, and the other, more vivid half was won- dering if he had been wrong not to try a celery trench, however, small, when the bell rang for him to go into the junior partner's private room. "Sit down, Bond," he said to Frank. "I want to tails to you." Frank's heart sank at this open- ing, "I hope there's nothing wrong?" he asked, "I've been learning Bond. We all can learn something from those who knew better than ourselves. The thing is this. Mr. Devannion says you're a fine, steady worker."' "I'm very glad," "He says no one could do yourjob better than you do. Only he's proved that, if we spend thirteen guineas on a special sort of filing cabinet, there wiI1 be no need at all that your job should be done," "But—" "It's not a bit of use arguing. I could prove it to you in four minutes if you were still interested. You are not a round peg in a square hole, or anything like that. You are a 'peg. without any hole at all here. See what I mean?" "You mean I'm sacked." "We thought of inviting you to re - 1-2 cup chopped nuts (may be om- itted.) Combine ingredients in order given. Pour into nnbaked pie shell, and bake in hot oven (400 degrees F.) for ten minutes. Reduce temperature to 328 degrees F. and bake until filling is firm, The pie may be covered with meringue. Apple or Raisin Pie with Cheese Place thin slices of Canadian ched- dar cheese over apples or raisins be- fore covering with upper crust, or roll 1-2 cup grated cheese into upper crust. Decoding Mother (The boy's own guide to company manners.) Slight frown, quick oblique jerk of heath Stand up; here comes Mrs. Brown! Right eyebrow raised: I told you to wash your hands. Left eyebrow raised: Take your muddy feet off that chair. Both eyebrows raised: Go out and get rid of that chewing gum. Eyes slightly protruding: If you scratch that mahogany table, I shall scream! Tapping on floor with foot; Stop sniffing and use your handkerchief. Gentle cough: Say, 'Thank you!" Long, mean look: Interrupt just once more and see what happens. Clearing throat: Go to the car with Cousin Emily. False smile, eyes narrowed: Very clever, young man, but just you wait until we're alone! Low agonized moan: What have I done to deserve this affliction! sign. Best we can do for you. Looks better when applying for a new situa- tion, you see." "Yes, I see. When must I leave?" "The filing cabinet's coming to -day some time. It ought to have been here by now." "Sudden death?" "Oh, you'll get a better job!" "But not here?" "Quite. I'm sorry. March of pro- gress and all that. In these hard times we can't afford to carry passen- gers. That news had been exactly what Mary had been waiting for. She was, therefore, perfectly prepared to be cheerful when Frank told her. "Anyhow, we shan't starve while there's a radish in the garden," she said. "It's a good thing you did get rid of all those plants and plant food instead." "Yes, those flowers were only pas- sengers. It's a pretty grim world, lovey." "I dunno. We'll stick together some- how." "Oh, we'll do that! The point is, I have just got about next quarter's rent in the bank, and no more. Lo we live on it, and get turned out; or do we save it, and turn vegitarian." "No; you get a better job." "Sez you ." He looked sideways at her. "My season ticket's nearly out too. Are we in a mess?" "We are that. Watch us get out of it," Mary made him take two or three days' holiday to get his nerve back. He spent thein in the garden contriv- ing a snake -like celery trench, wind- ing among the crops, and the neigh- bors knew then what they more than. suspected that he was a crank. But "That's right—never waste an inch of ground," Shann said, when he saw it, "What are you doing at home? Got a holiday for being so efficient?" He did not wait for an answer, but went up and down the garden, looking at everything. He liked what he saw. "Frank when a gardener dies, and his body's put in the earth, he goes home. That's how I feel about it. A good thing I do, too, at my age," said Shaun presently. "I wonder you can be content to work at things that do not matter a damn. Where would you office fellows be without me? No- where. Why?, you ask. Because you can't eat money: you can only eat the food, and I grow it." "That's right." "You admit it? I'll tell you what teases the life out of me. For longer than you've been on earth, I've work- ed at my freehold acres, getting the soil, better and better, with loving care. And, what'll happen when I die? They will sell the ground to build horrible little boxeslike: this one of yours on it. "I suppose you're too set on all this "efficiency" you talk so much about, to come in with me, learn the art of growing things tobe ready just when most needed, and live hard till you're in good enough shape to carry on af- ter me? What you people forget is that you're as dependent on the land as if you had actual roots. All you want to do's to cover it up with bricks and mortar, as if it were some- thing indecent bare." "Hasn't Mary told you?" "Told me what?" "That I'm sacked, chucked out, not wanted, no good ?" 1 "And some people say, there's no such thing as Providence. The older we get, the more fools I meet. You come in with me, Frank, be content to learn and you won't have so long to wait till it's all yours." "No I won't do that. I'll Ieave it in trust to your great grandson. I'il maybe have other things to think of by the time he's twenty-one than wor- rying whether it is built over." Mary watching through the kitchen window, saw their hands shoot out and clasp over the dwarf peas,—Lon- don "Answers." THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometime Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always 'Helpful and Ins paring. a..wM..Ir+•.. A TEIt After .a storm; fair rain drenched flowers Fresh and sweet in the morning hours. After darkness; sunshine bright, Flooding the world with golden light. After anguish; comfort blest, , Peace of God on the soul to rest. After earth's tumult; calm some- where, Glad new life and Heaven to share, --CIara Royce Campbell. SUPPERLESS TO BED I left unmade the oaten bread, I left unseamed the long white ' seam. "Take shame, thou lazybones!" they said, "'Tis good-for-nothings sit and dream." How can they know, whose ears are sealed; How can they see, whose eyes are dull; Dream music, faint on bourne and field; Dream gardens, still and beautiful! And when obedience I bring And sew my seam and bake my bread, How can they know that, shivering, My soul goes supperless to bed! —Mary Virginia Provines, GROWING "Mother do you still grow?" I let the measured rod Slip closer to my child's head, Three feet two— Do I still grow? Do I still grow? This afternoon I suffered From unkind words, But smiled. Last year I would have bean Quite proud Of making sharp retort. Last week I set aside My own desires For others. Last year I would have said: "I,11 have my way; Let others yield to me." Last month I found some beauty In a soul once scorned, And told it to another. Do I still grow? Yes, child, But oh! so slowly. —Author Unknown. LAST DAYS OF THE YEAR In these the last days of the year, Time hurries on, in swiftest flight; Oh! precious seem the days and dear, As silently they slip from sight; The days that lured us on to tread The unseen ways with courage true Without a thought of fear or dread Life's untried pathway to pursue. And now the year has nearly run Its course, and as the days slip by We think of what we might have done; What kindly ' deeds were ours to try; Oh, stay thy- steps, Departing. Days, And take not what we hold so dear The gladsome memory of thy ways, The joys thou brought, Departing Year. —Helen B. Anderson. NIGHTINGALES Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams wherefrom Ye learn your song': Where are those starry woods? 0 might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are the mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor Iong sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark eoeturnal isecret; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet -springing meadq and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir! of day i ;;JAtifti Welcome the dawn. —Robert Bridges, in "Poetical Works." (New York: Oxford.) TRESPASSERS There's a couple o' strangers, do'gtg there by the creek, They're trespassin' too, so Pd betted go quick; One of them's slim, and the othe>l is small, Sometimes I hardly kin see 'em at all. By golly, I see 'em—and sure as to • day. It's a kid and a dog, so I guess they,, kin stay. When I was a kid I'd a pup just like that, Brown as a nigger and wonderfully fat; I mind we'd go covin' in June and July; Sometimes we'd fish where the Wood. peckers fly By the side of the dam. My, the ware er was cold, Or, maybe I think, so, because I've grown old. Chase out them strangers down there by the creek? Don't be so crazy. Do you think that I'd pick On a kid and his dog; they ain't dor in' no harm, I wish they'd be stayin', right here on the farm, I'd give every cent, sir, if I was al chick Once more like that kid and his dog,. by the creek. --J. P. Ii, "A SOLITARY WAY" There is a mystery in human hearts And though we be enriched by a host Of those who love us well, and aril beloved, To every one of us, from time to time, There comes a sense of utter loneli• ness. Our dearest friend is "stranger" to our joy And cannot realize our bitterness, "There is not one who really under.. stands, Not one to enter into all I feel;" Such is the cry of each of us in turns We wander in a "solitary way," No matter what or where our lot may, be; Each heart mysterious even to itself, And would you know the reason why; this is It is because the Lord desires oup love. In every heart he wishes to be first. He therefore keeps the secret key; Himself, To open all its chambers, and to bless With perfect sympathy and holy peace, Each solitary soul which comes tore Him, So when we feel this loneliness it is The voice of Jesus saying, "Come to Me" And every' time we are "not under- stood," It is a call to us to come again; For Christ alone can satisfy the soul, And those who, walk with Him from day to day Can never have a "solitary way." And when beneath some heavy cross you faint And say, "I cannot bear this load alone," You say the truth, Christ made it purposely So heavy that you must return to Him. The bitter grief, which "no one un.. derstands," Conveys a secret message from the! Icing, Entreating. you to come to Him again The Man of Sorrows understands it well, In all points tempted He can feet with you. You cannot come too often, or toe near The Son, of God is infinite in grace. His presence satisfies the longing soul, today And those who walk with Him from day to day Can never have a "selitary way" `• . ,rn —411°114t