HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1955-02-17, Page 3THE FARM FRONT
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Even if it does have a de-
cidedly "below the - border"
slant, I think you will find this
account of a speech made at a
4-11 Club convention both in-
teresting and thought-provok-
ing. At least, I hope so. It is
taken from the "California
Farmer."
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Rural America is as badly in
need of a spiritual rebirth as it
is m need of greater knowledge
of the science of soil cultiva-
tion, a leading farm editor told
the National Association of
County 4-H Club Agents meet-
ing in Chicago in November,
"We must -learn to love the
land as well as use it," Paul C.
Johnson, editor of Prairie Far-
mer and president of American
Country Life Association, de-
clared. He believes farmers must
set aside materialism as their
basic purpose and begin to see
their responsibility as fitting
into a larger purpose ..."
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The great weakness of our
free enterprise system is that
most of its goals are materialis-
tic in nature, An ever improv-
ing standard of living based on
higher income will yield certain
nonmaterial .by-products, such
as better education, better
health, maybe more leisure'
time. But for a great many peo-
ple, farmers not excepted, it
becomes a rat -race, a chain re-
action of creating material
wants and then trying to satisfy
them, There is no true happi-
ness traveling this dead-end
road, as we can see from look-
ing around us.
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Why have we done so well
in production of food and so
poorly in the production of sen-
timents and traditions that con-
stitute the art of rural living?
Our churches should hold an
important key, but their influ-
ence in the rural field appears
to have declined. Our universi-
ties and lesser schools have vast
programs, but few clear ideas.
Our extension services have
..;i • been successful in promoting
scientific agriculture but weak
in promoting the art of graceful
living. a t
If our principal satisfactions
lie beyond material things, it
will be easier to convert energy
are. productive power, over and
beyond that needed far a eats -
factory standard of living, into
land conservation for the future
or the manufacture of neigh-
borliness and cultural satisfac-
tions. *
There should be something
different about living in the
country, whether or not you are
by vocation a tiller of the soil.
Country life should give a wid-
er choice as to how and where
each person may seek his par-
*ticular success in life. It should
give us more leisure and greater
freedom tet choice m using it,
It should permit better devel-
opment of family solidarity. It
should give us a better chance
to study the footprints of God,
if for no other reason than the
ground is not so cluttered with
footprints of frantic people. We
should, in the country, be pro-
ducing more than our share of
music, painting. sculpture, all
the fine arts. The brotherhood
of man should have its great-
est flowering here.
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In this world of Higher Pur-
pose there are many mansions.
We know them by name, but
they will never mean much to
us unless we rake a personal
exploration. .
T3rotherhood of Man, We have
talked ,a lot about this subject
lately. 4 -le adopted it as a major
aim, more particularly through
Gail! Men's
Clothes Go
To Your Head
Women took men's slacks
and shirts and made high
fashion out of them and
n o w Paris designers are
going to Papa's wardrobe
for millinery inspiration
for millinery inspiration.
These latest designs from
some of the new hat collec-
tions show the masculine in-
fluence. A man's evening
shirt makes one hat while a
cuff, with cuff -button,
makes another. Even the
swallow -tail lines of evening
clothes provide idea s. —
By Rosette Hargrove N E A
Paris Fashion Expert.
From Achille, Paris designer, comes this brown baku beret (left) in the form of a man's cuff
with gold and diamond cuff links, Matching diamond earrings are from Van Cleef end Arpels.
Black, blue and white chiffon toque draped on swallow -tail lines (right) is front the new Jacques
Fath collection. A black loop in front threads through diamond leaves from Van Cleef and Arpels.
Conversation piece is this hat fashioned by Claude St. Cyr from
a man's evening shirt front. Collar encircles the head along with
dark red silk tie and three carat diamond stickpin from Mellerio.
Picture hat with precious jewels is this handmade lace and white
tulle confection from Albouy of Paris. Poised on rose is diamond
butterfly with jeweled wings from Van Cleef and Arpels.
its foreign exchange program.
Does the brotherhood of man
mean equal opportunity far all,
or does it mean alms for the
poor? Do we want our brothers
to be well fed and obedient to
us like our livestock, or do we
want them to be free?
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Freedom. What is it anyway?
Freedom is a need of the soul,
not of the body. Freedom is the
opportunity to say and do what
one's wisdom and conscience
dictate. Freedom is from God,
not from government. There-
fore it sometimes becomes nec-
essary to defend it against gov-
ernment. The farmers of the
American Constitution recog-
nized the sovereignty of God,
and so they established the gov-
ernment of the United States
"under God;"
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In the political world we are
tempted to spend a great deal
of time and effort censoring out
the bad, when we should be
multiplying the good with such
vigor and enthusiasm it will
crowd out the bad as a healthy
vigorous plant crowds out a
weed. * * *
Without vision the people per-
ish. Without courage, without
an adventurous spirit, there
can be no progress. No one has
any real fun.
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The everyday work of devel-
oping the 4 -H's is useful and
satisfying. But i hope fervently
that 4-11 workers will take time
to explore also the Great Ad-
venture into that phase of edu-
cation that has been neglected
by our public schools. I speak
of high purposes and moral val-
ues that are living material of
good citizenship,
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Titled Beauty Turned
Arab For Love ..p.
Lovely Jane Digby, daughter
of buccaneering sea -dog Admir-
al Digby, was one of the most
headstrong, passionate beauties
who ever lived.
Brought up at Holkham Hall,
Norfolk, she was married off at
sixteen to the blase, cynical
Lord Ellenborough, who quick-
ly . left her to her own devices,
In rakish, Regency London she
fell in love with a dashing
Prince Felix Schwarzenberg,
followed him hotfoot to Paris,
and lived with him there for
two years.
By the time Ellenborough di-
vorced her this affair had run
its course, She had others, with
the novelist Balzac and with
King Ludwig I of Bavaria, then
married. a Bavarian nobleman,
Baron von Venningen, met the
Byronic Greek Count Theotoky
and fell headlong in love with
him.
Wen the Venningens left for
their Baden estates Theotoky
stayed nearby at Heidelberg,
and the lovers went on.. secret
. rides through the forests. One
night the suspicious husband
galloped after them, Challenged
the Count to a duel on the spot
and seriously wounded him
with the first shot,
Dramatically, Jane held him
in her arms to die, But mirac-
ulously he recovered, and when
the Baron had freed her, mar-
ried her and whisked her off
to Athens.
In Brigands' Camp
Here there was a rumoured
affair with King Otho, a fran-
tic one with a fierce Albanian
general, Hadji-Petros. Lesley
Blanch says in her irresistibly
fascinating book, "The Wilder
Shores of Love," that she fled
with him to the mountains,
sleeping in camp surrounded by
his brigands, sharing their reck-
less adventures and hardships
until the Greek Queen, who was
jealous of Jane, interposed and
relieved Iladji-Petros of his
command.
It was the end when the
dashing brigand turned syco-
phant and wrote the Queen say-
ing: "If I am the woman's lover
it is not for love's sake, but
purely for self-interest. She is
wealthy, I am not." With her
maid, Jane packed up and made
for Syria.
She planned to visit Baal -
beck, Jerusalem, Palmyra, and
track down the ancient Queen
Zenobia's legendary kingdom,
but within a month was involv-
ed with a handsome young
Arab, Salih, who swept her off
her feet and into the black Be-
douin tents of his desert tribe.
Again she had found the per-
fect love. They would marry
and live in perpetual bliss.
Romantic Desert Days
But first she had to see
ruined' Palmyra, and it was
while negotiating for a camel
caravan to take her across the
desert that she met in Damas-
cus the Sheik Abdul Medjuel,
whose tribe controlled the des-
ert around Palmyra, and who,
it was suggested, should act as
her guide, since Selih could not
accompany her into rival terri-
tory.
This chieftain with the glit-
tering black eyes was intrigued
by the beautiful Englishwoman.
With him it was probably love
at fust sight, and very early
he sensed that, although it was
unheard of that he, a Moslem
Sheik, should consider marry-
ing a Christian, he would have
to take the drastic step.
When the caravan was at-
tacked by robber horsemen
brandishing spears, he rallied
his men and routed them at the
point of his lance. And Jane,
who loved drama and was her-
self an amazon rider, found the
incident exciting. Was not Med-
juel brave as a lion, a hero,
her saviour? There was a ten-
derness in her that led hint to
hope.. , .
Meantime, she went back to
Athens to wind up her affairs,
and on her return renewed her
romantic explorations with an-
other Sheik, El Barrak, spend-
ing romantic days and nights
in the desert with him. This
was enough for Medjuel. Hear-
ing that they were riding to-
wards Damascus, he swooped
to meet her , . , and El Barrak
tactfully withdrew.
Soon Jane saw in Medjuel all
the qualities she had sought in
other men. He was a man of
kindness, honour — and roman-
tic passion. During her absence
he had divorced his Arab wife
who had borne him sons. Now he
was free to marry Jane on her .
own European terms. As they
rode towards Palmyra once
more, they kissed. They mar-
ried at Homs, where he owned
a house, but preferred living
in desert tents.
Jane shared both, and latex
built a fine house on the out-
skirts of Damascus. She adopted
Arab ways, smoked a hookah
pipe, went barefoot, wore the
traditional blue robe and yash-
mak, kohled her eyelids, be-
came one of the tribe, mastered
dromedary -riding, raced at the
head of the Bedouins, and' won
their admiration and respect.
When rival tribes swooped to
snatch their best cattle and to
kill, she and Medjuel galloped
at the head of their men to
battle with them. One action
was waged for three weeks.
Hobo Pasha attacked their
camp with a force ninety -
strong at dead of night, but
Medjuel and Jane fought and
routed them.
In fierce inter -tribal warfare
trading over pasturage and IIdig con-
cessions, Medjuel's men suffer-
ed great losses in men and cat -
tee, that camps were sacked,
and it was rumoured, that Jane,
fighting beside him, had been
killed. But she rode back to
Damascus by Medjuel's side in
triumph—to read her own obit-
uary notices in the European
press.
When Damascus was an in-
ferno during the massacre of
Christians in 1859, Jane went
alone through the city, to do
what she could to turn the tide
of carnage, and neither she nor
her house were touched --a re-
markable tribute to her stand-
ing among the Arabs.
Miss Blanch says she was
happy, fulfilled, in this desert
and Damascan life, but it was
no serene idyll,
There were lovers' quarrels,
reconciliations, jealousies, part-
ings, snatched honeymoon jour-
neys alone together in the desert
silences.
They had a pact, instigated
by Jane, that if at any time
Medjuel felt constrained by
European monogamy he was
free to take another wife—but
she must be kept at a distance,
and Jane must never know.
In time his occasional ab-
sences and bazaar gossip tor-
mented her bitterly, and there
were scenes. On her side, dark
hints surrounded the name of
Sheik Fares. E1 Meziad, for she
remained a fatally attractive
woman into her sixties.
But the marriage lasted to the
end. Medjuel was so appalled
at the gloom of her Christian
funeral that he hurled himself
from the carriage and took to
his heels like a madman, As
the service was ending he gal-
loped back to the open grave
on her favourite black mare, to
pay a last tribute to the woman
he had loved.
Miss Blanch writes as vividly
of other famous women who
lived for adventure and love.
I was disqualified from a
jitterbug contest because one of
my feet accidentally touched
the floor. —Dennis Day.
Underground ound Rive°
M,000 Feet Down
Then I understood; though the
cave came to an end, a tunnel
opened at its farthest and low-
est extremity. It was a black,
gaping orifice, toward which the
shining strips drew me on.
I entered the tunnel. Its pro-
portions were on the same scale
as those of the cave — 10 yards
high, and 20 to 40 breadth. I
took the time and the altimeter
reading, scribbled for a moment
in my damp notebook and set
off briskly on Mairey's tracks.
The huge tunnel ran on to the
northwest, in a perfectly straight
line. Half a dozen trains could
have been driven through it
abreast. . , .
Two hundred yards down the
tunnel, he was waiting for me.
"Can you hear it?" he asked,
I had to listen very carefully
In order to work out where the
noise came from, for the rum-
bling seemed to issue from the
whole rocky wall, In fact, it
was corning from underneath us.
"It's the river," Andre said,
Parallel to it, the tunnel ran
on, and we set off down it again.
A little farther on, amid scatter-
ed rocks, the water suddenly ap-
peared.
In a few steps, we had passed
from a dry gallery to the banks
of a big subterranean stream
After half an hour's 'straight•
forward progress down this ex-
traordinary tunnel, we stopped
at 12:45 p,m. on the edge of a
wide, calm, greenish -pool. Prob-
ing beyond this small lake, our
lamps picked out the dark circle
of the tunnel which seemed to
stretch on ahead forever. I lit
my last flare, and, turning the
handle, shot a few feet of film.
Andre took advantage of the
light to survey the tunnel , as
far as he could see; he report-
ed that it went on exactly as
before.
It was a very great sacrifice
for us to turn back en our tracks,
We reconciled ourselves to it
only because of the waiting men
on the surface, who would be
getting anxious about our long
silence. But it was tough! Ac-
cording to our calculations, based
on altimeter readings, we were
about 2,000 feet underground,
and more than a mile, as the
crow dies, from the end of the
cable.
We had brought off a tremen-
dous success. For we had really
reached the base of the great
limestone mountain mass, and
were now at the point where,
on a gently inclined plane, it
rested on the underlying car-
boniferous schist, Almost for
certain, from now onward, there
would be no more shafts; only a
succession of galleries leading,
very likely, to the Kakouette
gorge, 3.1/2 miles away, and an-
other 2,000 feet lower down,
What a potholer's dream it was
to enter the heart of a mounain
at the top, and come out again
4,000 feet lower down, having
traversed the whole mountain
mass within! The realization of
this dream probably lay in front
of us. And yet we had to turn
back. Not only were we leaving
off an intoxicating task of ex-
ploration; we were still con-
fronted with the exhausing
climb back to camp, and all the
hazards of ascent up the per-
pendicular shaft. — From "Caves
of Adventure," by Haroun Taz-
ieff. Translated front the French
by Alan Hodge.
Upsidedown to Prevent Peeking
CAN'T DO A THING WITH IT—Thelma Chaney is going to have
trouble with her hairdo just as long as she has her hand on this
Van de Graf electrostatic generator. Static electricity with whish;
she's charged drains into atmosphere through her hair.