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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-02-04, Page 7'THURS., FEB. 4, 1937 TAE ,CLLNTOAi NEWS -RECON PPAGR T• lend SEA Ruinatiuu of H�etaV Column Prepared Especially for Women But Not Forbidden to Men HAPPINESS • i Happiness is like a crystal, Fair and exquisite and clear; f.Broken in a million pieces, . Scattered far and near. Now and then along life's pathway, Lo, some shining fragments fall, But there are so many. pieces, No one ever finds them all. 'You may find a bit of beauty, Or an honest share of wealth, `While another just beside you Gathers honour, love or health. Vain to choose or grasp unduly, Broken is the perfect ball, :And there are so many pieces, No one ever finds them all. Yet the wise, as on they journey, Treasure every fragment clear; "Pit them as they may together, Imaging the shattered sphere. 'Learning ever to be thankful, Though their share of it be small, "For it has so many pieces, No one ever finds them all —Anon. Very few of us, perhaps, but have '.felt at times that life hadn't used us ' very well; that somehow we have been unlucky and have not had our •share of this world's good things. We look about us and see others • who enjoy more wealth, more health, more beauty, more love and friend - ••ship, less worry, less trouble, less •anxiety about many things, and we feel that we have been given the short end of the stick of personal "'happiness. I imagine that very few of my readers but could go out and lay a hand upon someone whom they think is in a happier state than themselves. But after all we do not know what worries other people have. Happiness is broken up in such little pieces that it is impossible for "anyone to have them all" If I have some worries which you have not got, I may have some happiness which balances things And then we can to such an extei t make or unmake our own happiness. We have seen, most of us anyway, some cases where a man or a woman has deliberately, it would seem, de- stroyed their own happiness by their selfishness or unwillingness to co- operate with their families in mak- ing a happy home. On the other hand we' have seen men and women lay themselves out to make a happy home and have in this determination found their own greatest happiness and satisfaction. Perhaps we were not put into this world for the sole purpose of being happy, but in such a world,, surround- ed by beauty in so many forms, I cannot but feel that we were intended to be happy in it. And every little bit of happiness we can spread around is so much to the good; it doesn't get lost and over- grown, it goes on and on, adding to the stock of happiness throughout the world. I think there is so much in the following from the late Sydney Smith, who speaking on happiness says "Mankind are always happier for having been happy; so that if you make them happy now you make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it. A childhood pas- sed with a due mixtureof rational in- dulgence, under fond, wise parents, diffuses over the whole of life a feel- ing of calm pleasure, and in extreme old age is the very last remembrance which time can erase from the mind of man. No enjoyment, however, in- considerable, is confined to the pre- sent moment. A man is the happier for life from having once made an agreeable tour, or lived for any length of time with pleasant people, or en- joyed any considerable interval of in- nocent pleasure; which contributes to render old men so inattentive to the scenes before them, and carries them• back to a world that is past and to scenes never to be renewed again." —Sydney Smith. —REBEICAH, FISH—The Food of Health. From the days of the early Greeks ,and Romans fish has always been a ,popular dish. Instinctively they knew 'what was good for them and the :prowess of the early Romans as a sturdy nation is well known to stu- dents of history. Throughout Europe fish is a daily ..dish. In Canada, however, it is not so commonly served. Fish contains vita- mins, minerals in quantity. and va- a r'iety and is an excellent source of highly digestible proteins. Many appetizing dishes may be made from fish foods without adding :.much in the way of other ingredients. That is one reason why those foods are economical, to say nothing of the. fact that they are so healthful. How- -ever, fish and shellfish lend themsel- ,ves well to combination with numer- ous other articles, of food and a good many housewives and hotel and res- taurant chefs take advantage of this fact in planning their menus. One re- • cipe of this kind is for Fish Tim- bales. In following this recipe any kind of cooked Canadian flan may be used. Two cups of the fish are needed and "the other ingredients required are one cup of bread crumbs, one egg, half a cup of tomato juice, twelve sticks of macaroni, and whatever quantity of onion juice, salt, pepper, and par- sley preference may dictate. Season the fish, cook the bread crumbs and;tomtao juice together for one minute, then add the fish and the "'beaten egg. Cook the macaroni sticks w at their full length in salted boiling water and then rinse them in cold water. Having greased the timbale moulds, line each one with the macar- oni, add the fish mixture, cover the whole with waxed paper, set, the moulds in a pan of boiling water and put them in the oven to bake for twenty minutes. At the end of that time unmould on hotplates and serve with tomato sauce. If desired remove paper a few min- utes before removing from oven and allow to brown. BUTTER CAKES AND -COOKIES This is a nice, plain cake for lunch or supper: Butter Cake 1-3 cup butter 7-8 cup fine granulated sugar 2 eggs 1 teaspoon flavouring 1-4 teasploon salt 2rt teaspoons baking powder 1 3-4 cups flour cup milk. - Cream butter. Add sugar gradually and crarrr together. Add well bea- ten eggs and flavouring. Beat well, Acid alternately the milk and dry in- gredients, adding baking powder with last amount of flour. Bake: in a but- tered loaf pan in moderate over (350 degrees F.) for 45 minutes, or in lay- er cake pans at 735 degrees F. for 30 minutes. Butter Icing - 4 tablespoons butter 1 1-2 cups icing sugar Milk, cream or fruit juice Flavouring. Cream butter. Add sugar gradual- ly, Beat well. Add liquid, drop by drop, until of desired consistency.. Here is another cookie recipe: Oatmeal -Cookies ] cup butter I :1" ! ' THE PORT OF DEATH (Continued from page 6) they solemnly 'walked upstairs again for the decanting, which Grendon viewed with interest. "No one can do good work with- out good tools, of .course,"' he mur- mured, picking up the corkscrew Simmonds had laid on the table. "This seems a fairly useful imple- ment." "Yes, sir. I could guarantee to draw any cork, however old and'i. eath- ered, with that. It's one of my treas- ures. I've had it over forty years. That's 'where it hangs, sir. On the hook just in front of you." There was nothing modern or gim- crack about the corkscrew. Its bone handle fitted the hand perfectly, and the 'screw itself was bright and true. Paul was examining it carelessly when his eyes narrowed suddenly. For a moment he stared at the point M. intent silence. - "You've had this for forty years?" he remarked. "Yes, sir." "And it hangs just there?" "Always, sir." "H'm! Well, let's go along and tell Sir Reginald that there won't be any port to -day." Back in the library, Paul drew Storey to one side. "I think we'll leave your port alone to -day," he observed. Sir Reginald started, and the hard- ness in his eyes became more ap- parent. "Do you mean—" he began. "I mean that there was a very clever attempt to murder you last night; that it was only a rather lucky attack of indigestion that saved you from being in Ginger Pawson's place." ".The port was poisoned, then?" "I'm sure of it." "But, how on earth—" "Never mind that just now. More important is to catch the murderer. For that I require your co-operation. Will you tell me just who will be pre- sent at your meeting this morning?" "Myself, of course. Walter Clarke. my secretary. My nephew, Henry. Sir Miles Lawson, the actor -manag- er. Carl Roumi, the illusionist. Ger- da Fayre, the musical comedy star. And Abraham Goldstein, the .finan- cier." "Thank ' you." Paul's thoughtful eyes passed from the spectacled sec- retary to the handsome young nep- hew. "Why should any one of these wish to murder you?" as asked. "My gracious!" Sir Reginald was startled. "What a question! You don't mean to suggest—" "I'in pretty sure of it. And I think I know which one it is. Tell me something about then" "Well, you've seen Clarke, and you've seen Henry. I'm quite sure neither of them would wish to see me dead; though Henry, naturally, would benefit financially. Sir Miles Lawson I have known for years. You must know him, too. It's rather ab- surd to suggest that he—" "It sounds absurd to suggest any- one," agreed Paul. "Go on." "Carl •Romni, too, ' I have known practically all my life. That's not his 'real name, of course; when we were struggling youths together, he was plain Harry Smith. He's always been one of my best friends, That's why I invited him into this combine." "And Miss Fayre?" "Well, everyone knows her." Sir Reginald hesitated, and his hard eyes grew a little softer, "As a matter of fact, Mr. Grendon, I don't mind tel- ling you in the strictest confidence that we aro engaged to be married." "Good! Well, I want to be present at your meeting. Introduce me, if you like as an American journalist who has promised to give you some excellent publicity. Don't say a word to anyone about what happenedlast night. Listen - your guests are be- ginning to arrive." Paul's sharp eyes noticed various undercurrents at the meeting. Wal- ter Clarke, for instance, thought he knew more about the business of the combine than his employer. And young Henry Storey seemed to be of the same opinion. - Gerda Fayre seemed rather bored. Carl Roumi paid her marked attentions which,oc- casionally brought a frown to R'egi- nalcl's clear-cut features. When the meeting was nearing its end, Pahl furtively pressed a bell. Al- most immediately, Simmonds entered • 11-2 cups brown sugar 1 egg 1 1-4 cups fine rolled oats 1 1-2 cups flour 1-2 teaspoon soda 1 teaspoon baking powder Pinch of salt 1 cup cocoanut. 'Crean butter. Add sugar and cream well together. Add well bea- ten egg, then dry ingredients and co- coanut. Drop by spoonfuls on butter- ed baking sheet and bake in moderate oven (375 degrees F.) about 8 to 10 minutes. with a cobwebby bottle of port. Sir Reginald Storey's eyes flick. ered towards Paul, but he made no comment. Paul rose with a cheerful, grin. "Great idea, old chapie!" he mur- mured to Simmonds. "These .meet- ings are always thirsty. I'll draw the cork while you get the glasses." Taking the corkscrew from the butler, he carefully opened the bottle and set it in the centre of the table. Simmonds laid glasses before each of those present except Walter Clarke. "Anti -clockwise," said Paul. "And don't shake it or Simmonds will be very annoyed." Carl Roumi, smiling easily, picked up the bottle and studied the label. "1870!" he exclaimed. "I think we're honoured this morning, Regi- nald." egi-nald" As he reached for his glass, the bottle slipped from his fingers and crashed to the floor. "Damn!" he muttered. "I'm sor- ry, Reginald! It's deuced • careless 'of me. On such a lovely carpet, too!" Don't worry," said Sir Reginald. "It's nothing." Paul dropped the corkscrew he was' holding on to the table and stooped to pick up the bottle. "Deuced careless!" repeated Rou- nd. "But very convenient," suggested Paul. "What do you mean?" "Well, this wine was poisoned, wasn't it?" - "Poisoned?" Roumi stared at him blankly. Paul put the bottle on the side- board, and stood for a moment in si- lence, gazing at the startled faces around him. "A man died in this house last night. He drank some port intended for Sir Reginald." - Ne one moved or spoke. The eyes of all were fixed on Paul's pleasant face. ' "The murderer was someone who knew the house well," he went on. "Someone knew the habits of both Sir Reginald -and Simmonds. He knew that Sir Reginald liked his glass of port; he knew that Simmonds had a treasure of a corkscrew. "We were a little troubled to dis- cover how the poison had got into the wine. /3.4w en I came to ex- amine that corkscrew, the method employed became very clear. Some- one had taken Simmonds' treasured possession and left in its place a most ingenious little instrument of death which he had constructed for the purpose. "The handle of that corkscrew is hollow. And so is the screw itself. The poison was concealed in the handle. When the instrument was inserted through the cork and trac- tion applied, a small valve lifted, al- lowing the poison to run through in- to the bottle. All the murderer had to do was leave this in Simmonds' pantry and replace the original after death. A most ingenious idea—isn't it, Mr. Roumi?" A HEALTH SERVICE OF THE CANADIAN. MEDICAL ASSOCIATION FANO LIFE INSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA TOILET HABITS "When should my child have good toilet habits?" There is no fixed time for these things, but if we mean by good training that the child recognize his needs and asks for attention, we 'should not expect training, in bowel and day -time bladder control until the second year, - and night-time bladder control until the third year. In all this period of training we should remember that the child should never be shamed or blamed. Praise gets better results and is easier for all concerned. - Accidents will happen, and the less said the better. Bowel control comes first—at three months of age - after the morning and evening nursing the child should be placed on a warm chamber. He should never be kept on longer than fifteen minutes and, if necessary, gentle rubbing of the stomach may be tried. As he grows older, we should teach him to ask for the toilet by name when he needs it. The child will probably pass urine with each movement and when the bowel movements are established we should then consider bladder control. Starting at 6 to 9 months of age, he should be placed on the chamber at frequent intervals throughout the day. By this means we may keep him dry and as he grows older we lengthen the periods and also teach him to ask for attention. When he can keep dry and ask for attention in the daytime, usually a- bout the eighteenth month, we should begin his night training. We get him out of bed at 10.00 p.m., waken him thoroughly and take him to the toilet. He should go back to bed and is not wakened again that night. This sim- ple routine is usually all that is need. ed to cause good control. Regularity is all important in the training and too often bed-wetting in older life is the result ofeither irregular habit training or no habit training at all. Questions concerning health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, will be answered personally by letter. "Damnation!" Roumi sprang to his feet. "Are you suggesting that "Well, it's true, isn't ' it?" asked Paul mildly. "You gave yourself a- way completely when you dropped that bottle. "You didn't know that the cork- screw had been used last night. You didn't know that it had discharged its venom. 'When you saw this bot- tle opened before your eyes, you thought it would contain 'poison. You daren't drink yourself; you daren't let anyone else drink." "The man's raving mad!" Roumi throw the corkscrew along the table to Sir Reginald. "Look at it, Regi- nald! Is it hollow? Can it possibly have contained poison?"' Sir Reginald studied the imple- ment closely. "You forget that our :friend is a conjurer," smiled Paul. "I'm sup- posed to be good at that kind of tiring myself." A revolver appeared as though by magic in his hand, and he strode for- ward towards Roumi. "It's the quickness of the hand that. deceives the eye," he murmured, feel- ing in the man's pocket. He drew out a c'orkscr'ew and tossed it towards Sir Reginald. "Look at that!" As he turned away, Carl Roumi made a sudden clash towards the door. Flinging it open, he collided with the big, burly figure of Chief - Inspector Dransfield. There was a short, sharp) struggle; then handcuffs snapped on his wrists. "Damn you!" he cried, glaring at Paul venomously, "You've trapped ane! As for you, Storey"—his burn- ing eyes turned to Sir Reginald - I'll get you yet! All my life you've stood in my 'way. I've suffered it. But when I found you were taking Gerda from me I—I----" His voice trailed away into silence as he realised what he had said. Dransfield shook him. "Come along," he said. "You'll be charged with the murder of one George Pawson, and it's my duty to inform you—",—London "Answers." House Plants Prefer Certain Windows In the management of house plants, the location of windows is a matter of some importance. For most house plants as a rule, windows facing south are preferable to the ones with a western outlook, because during the short winter days the western win- dows will receive little sun and what they do receive is too horizontal to be of much service. On the other hand for shade -loving plants like palms and ferns, windows facing east are most suitable. Dwelling house air is usually dry, particularly during the winter months and creates a condition especially in- viting to the red spider which plays havoc with foliage. Dryness in the air may be decreased by evaporating water in the room and by syringing foliage on bright days. Thick leaved plants may be sponged with water containing whale oil soap. Ventila- tion on pleasant days is beneficial to house plants. In choosing plants for the house, their fitness for this purpose may be determined largely from structure and general appearance. Plants with thick leaves with a smooth, glossy sur- face are but little affected by a dry temperature, while plants with small thin leaves dry up quickly. Deciduous plants which show bare stems in win- ter are the least decorative. At night plants do best in a tem- perature ten or fifteen degrees lower than they need during the day. Most species used as house plants require no more than fifty or fifty-five de- grees Fahrenheit at night, and they will not suffer if the thermometer falls to forty although such a tem- perature maintained for some time would check growth. Frozen plants should be thawed out slowly. They should be moved from the direct rays of thel sun and kept at a temperature of from ,thirty-five to forty degrees until thawed. If Bold water is used for thawing, the temperature must not rise above forty degrees.- Water at fifty or sixty degrees will probably harm plants more than by permitting them to thaw themselves out. JUST SO The new minister was calling upon the members of his flock. What a cute little girl he gallantly remarked, upon viewing one of the children. And this sturdy little ur- chin in the bib belongs' to the contrary sex I presume?" "Orr, yes," said the mother, "she's a girl too." THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing Yon Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad- But Always Helpful and Ins piring• FAITH It is enough That in this life we climb Steep hills erect, nor heed the end If we but know and out of the darkness, strife pain Will pass away, and light Come once again. It is enough To trust, when mists creep down And drift across, obscuring way -side paths, If but each day We with His over soul, be knit, And from His Fire of Love— Our flame be lit. —Edith A. Vassie. "SANDY" A Scottish gentleman has passed this way, A very gallant Scottish gentleman, He tarried with us for a golden day— We shall not look upon his like again. He wore his tartan with an easy grace, His head was high, his step was light and free. Love and devotion lit his rugged face He was a very bonny sight to see. Loyal he was in battle for his own; Heart of a lion in a pygmy form. Death overtook him but he made no moml— God grant the sun upon his grave be warm! —Written by the President of Miami University, Oxford, 0., in memory of his late dog, LOOK PLEASANT We cannot, of course, all be handsome And it's hard for us all to be good; We are sure now and then to be lone- some, And not always do as we should. To be patient is not always easy, To be cheerful is much harder still, But at least we can always be plea- sant, If we make up our minds that we will. And it pays every time to be kindly Although we feel worried and blue, If you smile at the world and Iook cheerful, The world will smile back to you. So try to brace up and look pleasant, No matter how low you are down; Good humor is always contagious. But you banish your friends when you frown. —Selected. THE COLTS We lay in the grass on the pasture hill, And the colts came wandering by, They stared as though they thought that' we • Were strangers from the sky. Their nostrils trembled, their eyes were great Like shadowed eyes of deer; With curious and half -shy steps Their restless hoofs drew near. The tall colt we call Pepper Tree Bent. down his head to mine, And I lay soundless as the dead, Without a breath or sign. I felt the quiver of his lips Against my face and throat, And I could feel the golden warmth Of sunlight on his coat. The smell of sage was in his mane, His breath was sweet with grass; I raised my hand half fearful lest This wonderment should pass. He tossed his head and all the colts Went running down the hill; We watched until they stopped and stood pike pictures bright and still. —Judy Vander Veer. UPON SEEING MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSDI This is your house, this proud ani broken thing, Whose rooms are tenanted by wind and sun. Here is the place your kettle used to sing, And by this door, sometimes, witk tasks half -done, You watched the men mend fences, reap and plow; You watched the corn grow taller with the day. This is the land you loved and eve* now - You walk these rooms still' gracious in decay. Young saplings that you planted have grown high And sturdy with the thunder of the years The yellow rose you cherished did not die; Perennial as spring its bloom appears, Your honeysuckle, rich with fragrant yields, Is sweet again for bumming bumble- bees. 1dR New mating birds, low-flying on green fields, Nest and renest in branches of your trees. But you are gone ... You with your steady heart That proved an old Book's promise on these plains, That early planting time would not depart, Or harvest leave, the while the earth remains. With simple dignity you did each task Reared stalwart sons as well as wo- man could. Loyal, true, you were as any man could ask — God looked upon your work and called it good. —By Helen Welshimer. IN THE BANK He cultivates politeness, And makes of it an art; He says "Nice day" in that bright way, That simply wins your heart. He's always glad to see you; You read that in his smile, Your visit there, you're soon aware Makes life well worth his while. He asks about your mother, And all your kith and kin; (We're speaking of the teller Who takes your money in) He's stern and stiff and haughty, He's always rushed for time, He seems to think you're on the brink Of some atrocious crime. He views you• with suspicion, Your soul his searching look, Goes through and through as if hq knew, That you were some smooth crook. And though you look quite honest, 'You don't resolve his doubt; (We're speaking of the teller That pays the money out). And much the same thing happens In every other game; For you will find that human kind. ' Is pretty much the same. They are pleasant, are the people, That you give your money to— ' But on their guard and boiled quitt)' hard, Are those who pay to you. And when we think it over, As we hand out our pelf, Or take it in we notice, We're much that way ourself. You can't afford to fool around with a cold. At the first' sign of a cold take LGROVE'S. HROMb QUININE and drive . it right out of yogi system quickly and effectively. 634 I