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"Fresh From the Gardens"
Of Interest to Women
Mr. H. C. Kenney: Tea Taster
'Arthur Lowe in The New Outlook
There is a description in one of
'_H• G. Wells' storiesof
an n invalid out oi hio
-sat, day after day,
bedroom window. The world, as far
as he was concerned, began with a
ended
and
store'on
the
left
tobacco
with a semi-detached villa, just vis-
ible on the right.
ass d ossathd frs world but
seen and women p
he never thought of them as men and.
women. To him they were the beings
of a moment, without past or future,
created jest for this one appearance
Leapon his stage.
e' Tst of us are guilty, in varying de-
gree,
et It sounded too simple. I have prac-
gree, of a similar egotism. Too oftentised tea. drinking a lot myself, but
the world is only a hack -even forfour I couldn't get a job at it. I couldn't
own lived and we think even of the tell Soochong from Syhlet.
people nearest to us merely as a sup -„How d"you ., moan—practice?" 1
porting cast The others, vague and asked. �' 5 method with which most of us are
shadowy, we feel were created by.amethod
For one cup, tea s s are
;beneficial stage director for our diver- "Egret of all X, Would get hold of
aAt ;litferent"ed in a balance so that the amount of
sion and they exist only in those brief two teas that were -vii11:li ed used is equal to a lime, Thus too
;.,moments when we choose to be con- said Mr. Kenney, "and I would learn to placed in a porcelain cup, is tea
a�fSusT ,9f them, t6 distinguish 0111 from' the other by water is poured on it and it is minutes.
g
ell tase and apPeatanee. 'When 1. ed o infuse for exactly six mt
]Because of this egotisid Meet of us "could, pick out those •to . the end of t ex
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Cooping
six cups of brew were ready on the
desk.
Mr. Kenney didn't taste them, he
just sniffed at each and arranged
them in a certain order—one, two,
three," four, five and six.
"There .yew are," he said. "Six
was grown near Darjeeling at seven
thousand feet or thereabouts, five is
a Nilgiri--a very nice tea grown at
about five thousand feet, four is a
Travancore, altitude about the same,
three's from Assam, two's from Cach-
ar and this one here is .a Syhlet,
grown just above sea level. We
wouldn't handle it," he added.
The assistant checked the finding
with a sheet giving the plantations
from which the samples had come.
They were correct. lain -
The best teas, Mr. Kenney explain-
ed, are grown at a high altitude; the
poor teas come front districts' just a-
bove sea level. The higher up a tea
is grown the more essentialoil its
leaves contain and this can be detect-
ed from the taste.
I asked Mr. Kenney to mix up the
six cups again so that I 'could try
my luck. I sniffed, and it seemed to
me that I detected one stronger than
the others :which seemed vaguely
reminiscent of new -mown hay.
"Darjeeling," I 'feet" triumphantly.
"seven thousand feet."
Mr. Kenney shook his head sadly.
"It's the one we wouldn't handle,"
he corrected. "A poor tea — very
poor."
Tasting, as far as the tea -taster is
concerned, is really n check on his
other 'senses. The faint aroma of a
tea is usually a sufficient indiection
of its origin and value, but in order
to "be doubly sure every sample
is
tasted. The preparation of tea for
tasting is done with fine care not
in the slap -dash teaspoonful to a cup
one thing tea merchants must always
guard against, for nothing will spoil
the flavor of .tea so quickly. Some-
times it happens•that when a tea is
being shipped', the pipes in the hold
of the boat tart sweating, and in
consequence the tea loses some of its
flavor. We must be able to detect
that."
"But surely," I said, "tea is packed
in lead -lined` chests."
He nodded.• "But some of the hu-
midity, gets through."
"And you spot it from the taste?"
Again. he nodded. "Surely. How
else should we be able to claim a-
gainst the shipping company?"
Somehow that staggered me .that
you should be able to claim damages
because an elusive quality like taste
had not bleen correctly delivered. I
had a mental picture of a hard-boiled
claims" agent trying to calculate the
difference in value between, say, the
smell of new-mtown hay and the smell
of new -mown hay plus the smell of
flowers, plus a faint suggestion of
wisteria.
"They take our word for it," Mr.
Kenney said. "Usually tea like that
is worthless."
Although moisture is so destructive
to the flavor of tea, frost is consid-
ered a taster rc
an re-
cognize
1 earn
and
blessing g
ere
d
"weather-
ed"
tea that has been west
ed" almost as readily as he can de-
termine , the altitude at which it was
grown. Some of the finest teas
grown at a high altitude and nipped
by frost will fetch as much as three
dollars a pound on the London mar-
ket.
"What is the difference between a
weathered tea and one that isn't?" I
asked Mr. Kenney.
For answer he brewed a cup from
leaves which bad been touched by
frost. There was a faint, pleasing
aroma about it and it tasted—I can
think of no other word—provocative.
With each sip I somehow became
conscious of a taste that never quite
materialized: a new felicity, promis-
ed but unfulfilled. I knew it was dif-
ferent from ordinary tea, but the dif-
ference was ,to subtle for me to ev-
aluate.
"D'you get it?" Mr. Kenney asked.
There was a beautific expression on
his face as if he were sharing with
red a new and unplumbed joy. I
couldn't disapopiet him. I closed my
eyes and sighed,deeply. There wag
no need for words. He understood.
But although he may smoke thore.
is one thing a tea -taster must not do,
and that is, catch cold. A cold is as
devastating to , tea -taster as house-
maid's knee is to a rugby player. One
sneeze and he may consider himself
benched for a month.
The blending of green tea den -rends
an entirety different set of taste val-
ues on the part of the taster. In
order to understand what green tea
is, it is necessary to give a word of
explanation regarding the production•
and processing of tea generally. The
to
row
s
wildstate, g
tea -plant, hi its
a height of twenty feet or over, but
the planter by scientific pruning"
keeps it down' to a height of three
feet. From two to four years must
elapse before the young shrub is fit
for plucking, the longer period ap-
plying plying to higher altitudes. Once
plant has matured it is regularly
plucked week by week for a year, or
perhaps two. At the end of that' time
the plant , begins to languish and it
is accorded drastic treatment; every
branch is loped' off and within• a
few weeks new branches appear and
it is ready for another's year's con-
stant plucking.. After the leaves
have been plucked they are laid'. out
on bamboo shelves to wither. This
process requires several hours and af-
ter it is done: - the leaves are put
through rolling machines which liber Who pushed a pen,
ate the juices secreted:' in • the cells 1 Now, wielded lonely.hammer,rand sorer
•
of the leaf.
After the leaf has been rolled` it it
taken to the fermentiisg tables, where
it spread out in a long bed and
covered with thin strips of 'cotton
which have been soaked in sold war
ter. It is this process of fermenta-
tion which determines that the finish-
ed product will' be black tea.
Wiieen
green tea is to be manufactured
e
leaf is withered and dried without
n.
• do
ern,
e
uta
f
(given to a novice the difference in
taste between green and black tea is
Very noticeable. The liquor of green
tea looks not unlike cabbage water—
although Mr, 'Kenney would describe
its
it as: a pale,,transculent jade and
aroma suggests spinach,' but that
be prejudice. The Chinese, who
may
are the main producers of green tea,
use the infused leaves for a salad.
ce
•Cerbain peculiarities of fragrance
a
which would seem pernicious
black tea drinker are considered ex-
actly the thing by the green tea con-
noisseur. nogsseur.: These
pale, emaciated, ,dyspeptic, soured
by his cups, but Mr. Kenney gave
the Be to my expecations. He isn't
pale, he isn't emaciated, he isn't dys-
peptic.
"What would you like to know?"
he asked. "Where am 1 to begin "
u Isuggested.
beginning," t
At the g
"Tell me how you became a tea -tast-
er."
"That's easy." He put down the
soup spoon and waved me to a chair.
"I began here as an office boy twen-
ty-two years ago. After a while I
started tasting tea and,then it was
just a matter of practice."
day," he said. "hour hundred some- DUNGANNON Matthew Shackle_., hours;
times if we're busy." ton of R. R. Noe 1, Dungannon, has God has given wisdom unto' ale the ..
fi'owers.
a sow of which he is very proud. Ing'
Here I
"But surely," I said, "you're taste February of last year she gave berth
must -get blunted. At the end of a toa litter of 12 pigs t I
busy day I'm surprised you can tell
tea :from coffee."
'l Ie shook his head. • "The more I'
sample the keener my taste seems to
get."
"'But you must be sick of tea'—"
And at that precise moment a sten-
ographer interrupted.us. She was
carrying a tray laden with thineslic-
ed bread and buten, with cake2,. with
tea.
"We always have tea in the after-
noon," Mr. Kenney said. "You'll jbin
us? Good. Cream Sugar'?'
sit in silence.: here P. sit alone,
. weighing' a o-
de of 211 pounds. Oh the following -
13th 0! July she had another litter
of 11, weighing' 205' pound's. In June'•
of` tin's year she again had a litter.
2 little ones
This time there were 1
weighing on the average tile' same. as.
tile former titterer.
teas every in
andso
"That seems easy,” I said. "I can
see how you would recognize one tea
from another, but what is your stan-
dard of taste. What makes a good
tea good and a bad tea bad."
At six minutes i is
amined by the notes the
color of the leaves, their appearance
and the color of the brew. Usually
he can distinguish one plantation
from another by these small points.
With g •good tea the leaves take on a
coppery sheen after they have been
infused and the liquor is clear and a-
bout the shade of tawny amber.
Strong tea is anathema to the con-
noisseur, for then lie loses those deli-
cate fragrances which distinguish the
good from the bad.
"Why should' it be necessary to
keep a staff of tasters ?" I asked Mr.
Kenney. "Couldn't you draw your
teas always from the same districts
and thus standardize a blend."
"We do standardize our blends," he
said, "but it can't be done by drawing
teas from the same plantations.
Sometimes it is impossible to get the
a
from f
require
• tea we
of
ntit
quantity
particular district, then we have to
substitute something else. And the
quality of crops, even from the same
plantation, varies from month to
month. The only way We can main-
tain a fixed standard es by so blend=
ing the teas we receive that they al-
ways
taste."
• dttC
e a
certain
WA S produce Y
On his 'desk was a tin containing a
popular brand of blended tea. He
pointed to it. "That's one of our
yardsticks," he said. "Vire must
match that blend. in taste, year after
year, although the teas, that comprise
it are drawn from twenty different
districts and are constantly cbat g-
t` n o£ one• plantation
know very little about the parts der f would olid another, on " teeter, who
fellow actors play:' There was a
=man you sat alongside in the street
car, today, for example. Let's pre.
tend it was Mr. Kenney -Mr. H. C.
Kenney: You glanced at him as you
sat down anb said to yourself--"It'm,
wonder what he does? Works in an
office, I guess." Then you forgot
Mr. Kenney and flipped over to page
five, column two.
You were right. Mr. Kenney does
work in an office, but it is not the
sort of office which you are accuse
'toned. It contains, not typewriters,
and adding machines, and ledgers,
but teapots and teacups --+hundreds
and hundreds of teacups. For Mr.
Kenney is e tea -taster.
When I sought him out as one of
• a dozen players having unknown but
interesting. parts he was busily at
work sipping tea. On the desk in
or
tw'ent
front of him: there wereY
thirty cups of it and he was going
from one to the other with a soup
spoon, tasting a mouthful from each.
!Alongside hien was the mightiest cus-
pidor for
ever set eyes
o
on
1orIh
have
p
d
tea -tasters don't swallow.
I had expected to find somebody
A. dreamy look came into his eyes
—such a look as a man gets when he
recalls a perfect symphony, perfectly
executed. "A geed tea," he said, al-
most reverently, "say a tea from
Dooars, grown at an altitude of seven
thousand feet and touched by frost,
tastes something like flowers in new
mown hay. That's a poor si,nile
very poor but it's the nearest I can
get. A certain eragranee ou understand. Deli-,
an actual taste, y
Cate"
Underneath the 'cypress,: old and
stately grown;,
tet: the world go - wandering, seek its
pleasure far,
I cam find contentment where
resew are:
—Arthur Leslie Paterson; lir C!iam-
lier"s, Journal'::,
PRAYER FOR AN' OL'D'
GARDENEW
"Lord God of Gardens, if yew please,
Allow old Reuben -Pace hie -ease:
The -lawns are swept, the• apples stir.
ed,'
New beds are made, but one; C Lord
He wishes for himself to keep
And 'lee there fir unbroken sleep.
"For eighty years he's risen early.
To tend the things he'd' Ioved so
dearly; .
Spring, Summer, Autumn; Winter,
never•
Escaped an eye and hand -so clever
With plants there' in the potting•siied:
But now he wants to lie a -bed.
" Tin tired,' he said, 'and plants
keep growing,
,And proper gardeners must keep hoe-
ing;
oe-
in ;
g or old'
My back aches awful; my Po
knees
Give way beneath me. So, Lord;
please,
Allow old Reuben Pace to steep
Blind to the weeds that o'er Bine
creep.""
—Cecil' Roberts, hi Gone Rustic
On Thursday, Aug. 80th, the woe �
men's five -mile Marathon will be
held at the Canadian National Exhi-
bitibn: The open, event foremen. and'.
women will be livid the' day' before;
August 2911::
THIS MODEST CORNER IS, DED, ', ATED
TO T13 POETS
Yo Songs—Sometimes
� Will Sing
e nes —
and Ins Airing'
Here They
Gay, . Sometimes Sad But Always Helpful
hair
THE MUSIC OF 1J
I
the
•m
eyes Y
make
your Y
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ih Y
the n
And
g
A d
the
Our lives are songs. God writes psaltery:.'
words, Lady, the world'. is: old'- Love "still
And we set them to music at plea -is young.
sure. Let us take hand; ere the swift` me,
The song may be glad, or sweet, or ment-ende
sad My heart is bull a lamp to light:
As we choose to fashibir the.mea- your way,
sure. My• song your counsellor, my lever
We must write the music, whatever your -friend;'
the song, Your soul the shrine whereat' I,
Whatever its rhyme or metre, kneel and' prays.
Lady, the world' grows old. Let tut
And if it is sad we can make it geedbe young•
And if sweet we cora make -it sweet-• -- T!iomas•Buru£tr
er.
—,Author Unknown• * * * I
"You mean you can actually tell
by the taste at what altitude a tea
,;
was grown.
"But certainly --within a thousand.
feet, anyway."
Perhaps I looked :incredulous, but
anyhow Mr. Kenney galled an assis-
tant and asked him to prepare six
cups of tea, each from a different
obtained
(plantation. The assistant
ob
tai
the necessary samples and soon the.
iticalth, Semite
4
OF o
A ( mg. Substitu to
(6attabittlt dtrttt lkosiniI1il� • for another may involve changes in
EARTH BORN'
THE RIVER -BEND•
eye Do you think God will make us at -
How like a pensive
The rock-acid-oak-luowed waters lie! When wake up, in Heaven—
Shallow once, they dug the teeth
ivaed
All the queer little earth -fish
Of uncompromising youth, things
Roaring, foaming with die, shock, That are sacred" as archangel's songs
Into the girdling rock. Or the stars that: are seven?
Though they might rise up in the Our books, our green china- with
spring; pos!C5;..
Remembering: My white wedding -gown with its
Deeper the strength is of their quiet roses,
Than of their ancient riot. The candles we light
ht,
Little can ruffle them now; In
' wee house
did se elockat g with'' its wise,
Past are the stormy days; and how
Contentedly deep they lie friendly. face,
Reflecting rock and' oak and' sky.And my mother's old lace--•
,Albert Edmund' Trembly, in Voices. o you tliitik Love can ever forget?
* * * Yes, count me a lover of Earth
Vl"ith its tears or its mitth;
NATURE'S' COMFORTERS Its wine that is bitter or bread that'
What though my plodding pen may it sweet—
fail,
With the pink apple trees and thee
And all my lines seem poor, and
brown honey bees:
pale?' Witit its far purple lands,
I know what's iii my heart to say,
And the warm, golden sands—+
allowed
h
: love
And that gllumihes• all my day; And its queer little
And' in the wood the tall pines form things
An audience steadfast and' warm; That are as sacred as archangel's
And' as my halting measures rise wings
The breezes answer with their sighs; Or•the stars that•, are seven!'
The birds make answer to mysong Do,
you think God' will make us for -
The get
st
• m g>
.' far f10
note is
Despite
And in the hills an echo free
When we wake up in Heaven
Repeats my measures after me! - laDu se Morey ktawman.
—John• Kendrick Bangs, in "The* * *
Foothill§ of •Parnassus."'
* * * A HOME'
$AS BEH!' S What is a. home? A guarded' space
all the pensioned men, Wherein- a few, tniftdely blest,
God' pity Shall sit. together, face so face,
The superannuated men, And bask and purr, and be at rest,?'
The men who never will' a> in' Dim ingtge from far Beery caught,
Be as they were before; •
Fair- type of fairer things to be-,
The unit was and the has-been man, The true. home rises in our thought
Mechanical and cleric men Aa beacon for all men' to see.
THE LAST .tld• THESE'
Lord in tierCourts
Are seats so green bestowed
As there, resorts
Along the dusty road'
A eavalsade—King, Bishop; Knight
am: "Judge;
And though I tor!! behind and meat'.-,
ly trudge
Let me too, lie upon that. pleasant
sward
For I' em weary, Lord.
Christ;, at Thy beard
Are wines and 'dishes drest,
That•do afford'
•Contentment to the Gest;
And' though with poverty my bed'
hath been -
These many years, aril' my refresh.
ment leak,
With plenty now at fast my soul ace
quaint.
Dear Master, for I faint,
But t hrough the grille,
"Where is thy robe?" said Ile!' '
"Wouldst at thy fat
Yet shirk civility •
"My robe alas! There was a' little
child -
That shitered by- the rear—Swiftly-
God smiled. and
"I was that Child, said: He,
rasathe
' ed pin;
"Dear friend, enter thou in!""
—Sir Arthur Quilies-Coulteee
11'
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the quantities of half' a dozen of the
and Life Insurance Companies in Canada.other teas used"
Edited by -Think of it, dear reader. You have
T FLEIfING. M.D., Associate Secretary probably been using that' tea for ten
GRANT have years, maybe and in that
• F' DIRT es are not dangerous sinless theytime the sources twenty, supply,thhat
PECK O been soiled, while they were in use, than ed thousands of. dines, but that
which''aequies by secretions from the body The g
hia the y • a health sense, is theme indefinable property of taste has re -
peck
old'p a dirt dish, m .niained' as .constant as a ,twelve -inch
teed in the idea that wed must eat lay spoon, or fork, which has been ruler
peck of dirt before we does not fit glass,
into. contact with the saliva. If this doesn't strike you as being
into our. present practices of living. Saliva is always potentially dangerems
. .race the statement percentage of particularly marvellous the* of
was is e, howe ri re the thee because such a high p o f ;something momar eleusite than taste -
drip however. Before through 'think in some. simple little job e-
. water was g fife and therinfections t our inodes tcenon l0 little oa cline
when drmking of milk gam entrance to mixing up a color. g
•clea given to the keeping isn't a, up
of .Pinion: you can see
r attention devoted tsd to the our is mouths, beings and
toe the n onclusion• right or not. And see
r 'whether cleans o , fruits and sae- This the g whether. g.
-thorough :washing of f'important dirt is that tubes: of
t
_ if, u were twenty articu-
neatablsl that were to be eaten raw, that:only p paint and eagiven o match a p
hearty everyone consumed acousin- which ° reminded that we ate bodies,
eare p i shade of orange Iain inclined Cto
erable e more
a than
think you would find the ;job diiii-
ml of v e one kind dirt dirt serioa of
oonlylwmena menace any aYou would certainly afind
•
Thele isclip'. one. a health peau'. le view; clean and kind
that. thec difficult if you had keep on
r dirt" is the might
kind of dirt lies in thedisease ome in it eels after we on
darty dirt. Clean ht which may have found matching the shade, w
dust, or other waste in whattwe`ittut You cannot eat a peck of this kind
natural state. ,Di Y The.' smallest a� with basic colors that were,continu>
dirt' bee as its or filthy, and, at of dirt in safetyall, chane col
e tim dirty, re dangerous. Disease germs v is by no means per.
•dirt be exons when. it is mounts a d The - analogy
'co same. time, or aoiand many thousands
g.
secretions aro tnieroscopgc, feet,. but at least it serves to. indi-
from the humane soiled alby The of them can starvive, without• crowd- cote how delicate are a taster's ipnob
from the animal bbody
ySemm ing, on the Bead of a pin. Fortuna'.
is .that body side, for the forces Iems. And it most be remembered
season fort away body any ly, time is on our s ,ire that he does hot with things he . peculiarities m
ions arger whichm are and light gradually destroy y, lot deale es colors; p
tresent in 'of drying leave easily regpgii' b
disease germs P e- these disease germs •after they deals with nizh intangibles rs the' be appraised .by the taster m sit
e .adirtl wit seer y eon so
as
d so '.lies g in whose warm, moist and, to the fact that he may be a black Once only shines the mellow, m
the body, art with which the body flourished. smell of flowers in new -mown hay fair,
tions impregnate the d dark inte*cor they have f In addition to blending, the taster drinker himself:••
tea drip
e 'n contact •o concerning Health, ad- bo to detect whether incam- Ilow many cups of tea a day do' One speck" of Time to Love's Ete o
icy con, d o nth- Quest: s l As must b
d m �" I asked Mr Iieney. mty
Their day of usefulness is done,
Net that they've lost; the skill' they.
won,
But just because they were begun
Too many years before;
Arms just as strong and brains
keen,
Discateled like a worn machine,
With naught to do but sit and dream
Of happy days of yore.
• R. J. Dunsmore.
Ont.
as
to
Thom
a. >
S
s
FIRES'
Since our forgotten fathers
learnt,.
tea
Beet -et ,
The first. strange see
I r many a. changeful fashion
The fires of men have burnt;
lee" dim and- traeltl'ess forest,
On plain and' mountain height,
The fears that haunt the darkness;
Have fled their fitful light; ,
From. high and holy altars
The sacrificial flame
Has lifted wreaths of incense
To gods we may not name;
Oh hero -haunted headlands
Tho beacon -fires of old
Have cried their stormy message
Of battles brave and' bold.
Its: lamps burn freely in the night;
its fire -glows, all unhidden, shed
Their cheering and abounding light
ion homeless folk uncomforted.
Each sweet and secret thing within
Gives out a fragrance on the air—
A thankful breath sent forth to wits
A little smile from others' care.
So the old. miracle aneve
Is wrought on earth and proven
good,
a few
tinned
for ,
Pis
apportioned ' And. cram pP
God -blessed, suffice a multitude.
--Susan Coolidge.
1
NIGUT-PIECE
Lady, the world is old, •and we are
young.
The world is old tonight and full
'of tears
And tumbled dreams, and all its songs
are sung,
And echoes rise no more from the
;tombed years.
Lady, the world is old, but we are.
young.,
i n ea-
tt. The term "dirt" is also use i Canadian Medica you,taste.
lgq College Street, 'Lloron- ing. shipments have been damage
• vat's• We speak of "dirty dishes" dressed to the Ca. 1 transit: ' r "About two hundred on an average . On an the star's sa light your
ce only c
•weC cscxibe,dishes-whichhave been h- tetter.inbe answered personally by "Moisture," said NIt• Kenney, "is �,..� •r,•••', ;
to dE :though there is nothing on them
use, a' ,remnants of food:.. Such dish-
letter.. � ''"' .'"'
`gat;.the•
j :rye..: iuJe:}:eet:.; i.
t think of fires feeding,
The soul and body's need,
Through unrecorded aeons
Ofpassing race and creed,
And smile at times to wonder
What some old fiery ghost
Would think if he should visit r.
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In offering marshmallows
To laughing gods of fun.
Ad'vaue
ROSBS
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white, surely
as an old dream,
Gpd's delight;
Smiling in the sunshine, dreaming in
the gleam,
Linking with their sweetness every
thought of home.
Softerthana moth flits, 'round the
dial's face
Creeps the stealthy shadow in this
quiet place,
Roses cannot read, yet they know the
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