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The Seaforth News, 1955-09-01, Page 2TABLE TALKSfar Ar dvews. Perhaps you have never made buttermilk biscuits with bran, Isere is a recipe for this combi- nation which you and your fam- ily will like. BRAN BUTTERMILK BISCUITS Si cup reedy -to -eat brae 34 yup buttermilk 11/2 cups sifted flour 1 teaspoon baking powder 35 teaspoon soda 1 teaspoon salt 3/ cup shortening Soak bran in buttermilk. Sift dry ingredients together Cut in shortening until mixture is like coarse corn meal. Add soaked bran; stir until dough is well blended. Turn onto floured board and knead lightly. Roll or pat to ''/-inch thickness and cut with floured cutter. Bake on lightly greased pan in preheat- ed oven (450° F) about 12 min- utes. Makes 12 biscuits, 2'/z inches in diameter, Note: if sweet milk is used instead of buttermilk, omit soda and in- crease baking powder to 3 tea- spoons. * * s E you'd rather drop your bis- cuits than cool them, try these. MARMALADE DROP BISCUITS 2 cups sifted flour 3 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt t/ cup shortening 1 cup milk Orange marmalade Sift together flour, baking powder and salt. Cut or rub in shortening until mixture is crumbly. Add milk to make a thick batter, stirring only until flour is moistened. Into greased muffin pans place a teaspoon of orange marmalade. Drop batter on top of marmalade, filling pans half full. Bake at 450° F., 12 minutes. Makes 20 small or 12 medium sized biscuits. a , * Here's a sweet muffin with a lemon taste. This recipe makes 1 dozen 21/2 -inch muffins. PILGRIM — Carrying a cross bearing a painting of the Vir- gin and Child, this religious zealot makes his way on foot through Paris, France, en route to Rome. Below the picture is listed some of the religious shrines throughout Europe to which his pilgrimage has taken him. Among them are: Lourdes, Fatima, Loreto and Liseux. SWEET LEMON MUFFINS 2 tablespoons lemon juice 1/2 cup sugar 2 cups sifted flour 3 teaspoons baking powder i/a teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons sugar 1 cup milk 1 egg, well beaten 3 tablespoons melted shorten- ing. In a small bowl, combine lemon juice and Se cup sugar. Mix well. In a large bowl, sift flour, baking powder, salt and 2. table- spoons sugar. Add milk, egg, and shortening; stir until dry ingredients are just moistened. Fill greased muffin pans z%a full, Spoon lemon syrup over top of each. Bake at 425° F. 20-25 minutes, or until done. * R * Vary these oatmeal muffins by adding Y2 cup chopped dates, chopped nutmeats, . or raisins at the time you add the oats. You may omit the cinnamon topping if you like them bet- ter plain, This recipe makes from 8 to 16 muffins, depending on the size. OATMEAL MUFFINS 1 eup sifted flour Is cup sugar 3 teaspoons baking powder ii teaspoon salt 3 tablespoons shortening 1 eup quick or old-fashioned rolled oats, uncooked 1 egg, beaten 1 eup milk eup brown sugar 1 tablespoon flour 2teaspoons cinnamon 1 teaspoon melted butter Sift together flour, sugar, bak- ing powder, and salt. Cut in shortening until mixture resem- bles corn meal. ,Add rolled oats, blending thoroughly. Add beat- en egg and milk, stirring lightly. Fill greased muffin tins Si full. Combine last 4 ingredients and sprinkle over muffins before baking. Bake at 425° F. 15 to 25 minute... * r For a nutty taste in baking powder biscuits, add some wheat germ. Brush these. with melted butter as soon as you take them out of the oven, WHEAT GERM BISCUITS 1?i cups sifted flour 1 teaspoon salt 4 teaspoons baking powder $s cup wheat germ ;y cup shortening Ta cups milk Sift together flour, salt, and baking powder, and stir in the wheat germ. Cut in shortening. Add niilk gradually and mix with fork to form soft dough. Knead lightly on well -floured board and roll to se -inch thick- ness. Cut with biscuit cutter; bake on ungreased cookie sheet 12-15 minutes at 450' F. EYE TO THE FUTURE Before China was engulfed by the Red tide, a family named Lum — grandfather, father and twelve -year-old son — lived in poverty in a tiny compound. The grandfather was crippled by arthritis and unable to continue his share of work in the rice paddy, so the father decided to liquidate him. He trussed him up in a big market basket and made for the shore of the Yangtze River. En route he met his son who cried, "What are you doing to my poor grand- father?" randfather?" "Quiet," whispered the father. "By lowering him into the stream we will end his suf- fering and at the same time lighten our load." "I see," nodded the son, "but be sure to bring back the basket. I'll need it for you one day." RIGHT-WINGER — Ultraconservative right-winger gives photo- grapher the bird during a barnyard harrongue, There's no danger of herr winding up 1n tete_ pot, politicalor otherwise as this Arkansas Fryer was born with only the one wing, and has been purchased as a mascot by owner of a wholesale egg concern. BIRTHDAY PRESENT — Britain's Princess Anne smiles prettily for a special portrait on the occasion of her fifth birthday. The Princess is wearing a pink linen dress edged with white piping, Clothes line Gave Clue To Permanent Waving In a small village in the Black Forest of Germany one summer afternoon many years agoa small boy sat on his garden step watching his mother hurriedly collecting the family washing off the clothes -line. "It's going to rain, Charles," his mother warned. 'You must come in." The dreamy little boy sat On. The shower came. The hot sun- shine followed. Then, to him, a remarkable t hi ng happened. Watching the hempen clothes- line, he saw it gradually tighten until it became so taut that it caused the two young trees, to which it was tied, to bend over towards each other. The discovery enchanted him. He took a small ladder and let down the line, The trees sprang back into position and the line jumped into a series of kinks and curls. He told no one about the inci- dent. It was not the only thing of this kind that he had noticed. On the way to school he had observed that, around noon, the twigs and leaves in the forest were straight, but in the early morning clew they curled and waved. Eventually, no doubt, these discoveries would have passed from his mind, if One afternoon, Iater in the summer, he had not played a game of rounders on the village green. Boys were called away for milking, so an urgent invitation was sent out for girls to take their places. He had four sisters, but none, he knew, was available. He had to ex- plain, rather shame-facedly, that they were having their hair put into curlers. "Pooh, fancy putting their hair into curlers!" mocked a little girl, whose mass of golden curls was the pride of the village: "My mummy just holds my head in the steam of a kettle and it curls right away." Thus was the final link estab- lished in young Charles Nessler's theory which led to his great invention of permanent waving in 1905 — fifty years ago. As soon as he could save enough money he came to Lon- don and took a hairdressing shop at 47, Great Portland Street, in the West End of London. Few h4irdressers believed that hair could be permanently waved and money was hard to get to finance his work. He lived by working for wigmakers and mak- Ing artificial eyelashes. Hardships followed his first experiment. He gave a demon- stration to leading London hair- dressers and it ended in a near riot. The model was injured. the machine damaged and Ness- ler himself was manhandled. Hairdressers were alarmed that what they had seen would kill Marcel Waving—with specially designed irons — upon which their living at that time de- pended.. Like Marcel Grateau, the French hairdresser who inven- ted this form of hair waving, Charles Nessler forgot to patent - his process of making straight hair curly. Had he done so, said Mr. Justice Eve a few years later in the courts, his invention could never have been copied or infringed in any shape or form And Nessler might have died one of the richest men who had ever lived, Baffled and enraged by his treatment at the hands of London hairdressers, he set to work improving his machine and offer- ing permanent waves to rich women at $30 a time. Some of his best backroom boys left him to develop the invention on their own lines; one of whom was Eu- gene Suter, the millionaire Own- er of Eugene Waving. Another was Peter Sartory, who invented machineless waving many years later, Then another tragedy overtook Charles Nessler. The 1914-1918 war broke out and as he had forgotten to take out naturali- zation papers, he was interned. But after a brief period, he was released and allowed to go to the United States. After the war his possessions in London, his hop and the invention, were seized and sold for almost noth- ing to the landlord. From the other side of the Atlantic he saw his great in- vention revolutionizing h a i r - dressing in Britain, From a mere handful Of Iadies' hairdressing salons, thousands of shops Opened throughout the country and per- manent ermanent waving gradually be- came world-wide with custom- ers for it running into millions. Today in Great Britain the industry employs some 150,000 people. In Canada and the Unit- ed States it is three times as large. There are now some 100 systems of permanent waving and all the methods—hot, ma- chineless, tepid and cold, were invented here, Although Charles Nessler be- came wealthy and successful in the United States (he died there a few years ago), he never quite overcame a sense of being per- secuted, the result of his early days in London, In his later years he became obsessed with the fear that humanity was los- ing its hair and making his great invention worthless. He attacked scientists who said that baldness was heredi- tary and he vigorously denied that baldness had anything to do with age. "If baldness were hereditary," he wrote, "women would be at least equally subjected to it as, with one or two exceptions, the transmission of traits from par- ent to child alternates and the father's characteristics are found rather in the daughter than in the son," He was tireless in collecting statistics about hair. He found that the normal adult produced four and a half ounces of hair annually — and some produced up to seven ounces. He studied people who lived to be a hun- dred and proved that they had grown as much as thirty-five pounds of hair during their life. time. The hair produced from a single root in the average hu. man being during lifetime was fifty feet in length. Although he was not a scien- tist he derided medical opinion when it claimed that baldness was the result of lolection through disease. He pointed to the tramp who is seldom with- out luxuriant hair growth, He dismissed dieting as a means for safeguarding the health of the hair. "Hair," he wrote, "is the phys- ical expression of that inner urge in all of us to self-protec- tion and mankind is unconscious- ly losing this urge as it makes life safer, more assured and more organized." Baldness was the result of the failure of hair to reproduce it- self and this was due to a break- down in the body's hair -making machinery. "The hair gives the first indi- cation of bad health in the ma- jority of cases, if we would only watch for it. A healthy person always has good hair, even though athletes often go bald, but athletes are strong often without being healthy." he con- tended. Was It Coincidence Strange things happen when Fate takes a hand in matters. Or was it just coincidence that caused two cars t0 collide at e busy intersection in Johannes- burg the other day? One of the drivers was Mrs. Jessie McLeod, who was On her way to the city centre to visit her sister-in-law, Mrs, Rose Mc- Leod. As she climbed out of her dented car she stared in aston- ishment at the other driver — the sister-in-law she'd been 6n her way to see! A few years ago, a New Zea- land woman, Mrs, Thomas Askew, of Dunedin, arrived in Hamburg t0 search for her son. He had been reported "missing" three years previously, in 1944, after his 'plane was shot down over Germany. Mrs. Askew spent four fruit- less months scouring German records for any trace of her son. Then she came across a vital entry in a hospital record at Dort- mund. It related to a New Zealand pilot, name unknown, who was admitted to the hospital with serious injuries after being shot down while on a raid. The final note read: "Discharged to mili- tary police," followed by the date. With the help of police offs - 'dials, Mrs. Askew traced her son to three different concentration damps, The last one in which he had been was captured by the American forces and all the prisoners had been freed. Convinced that he was alive, she enlisted the aid of the Ameri- can Army Of Liberation and was given no fewer than nineteen cases Of Australian, British and New Zealand airmen who had been released but whose identi- ties were unknown because they were suffering from lapses of memory. Still determined to find her lost boy, Mrs, Askew came to Britain. But her son had not been admitted to any hospitals here; nor had he been taken to Ain - erica. She then discovered from the War Office that the Anzac men had been shipped back to their native land. She set out at once for Australia. Another two months elapsed during which seven men suffer• ing from loss of memory were traced. But there was still no sign of Mrs. Askew's son, Dennis, aged twenty-six; and his mother finally had to return to her home in New Zealand. As she stepped into the house she saw some letters that had been delivered during her lengthy absence. One of them had been airmailed from Sydney a few hours after her departure. As soon as she'd read it she ran for the telephone to call a taxi. "Dear Madam," it said, "We have been able to trace a man whose description fits that of your son. This man's identity is totally unknown, but he is be- lieved to be either Australian or a New Zealander and is at present in Government employ in Canberra." Three days later a 'plane with Mrs. Askew on board touched down at the Australian capital, and within a few minutes Mrs. Askew, weeping bitterly, swept an embarrassed young man into her arms. She had found her son! He still had no idea of who he was, but now, safely back home, he has recovered after a series of operations. Even more dramatic was a search that took just over five years. Here truly Fate took a hand in the matter. A young American infantryman was be- lieved to have been killed in action in the first world war; but there was no trace of his body. By December, 1920, his father, Lorne S. Aberman, de- cided to go in search of his son's body. He went to Europe and scoured cemeteries and records in vain. From the State Department Mr, Aberman learned that soma 2,000 American soldiers were still listed missing, Many of them were believed to be suffering from loss of memory or were dead and untraced, In November, 1923, almost five years after his son vanished, Mr. Aberman arrived in France with his son's dog, an Alsatian. "If I do not recognize my son," Mr. Aberman declared, "his dog will," In a remote French village he learned that there were some "strange" Frenchmen in the dis- trict,' derelicts of the war who had lost all trace of time and place and their own identities. The searching father went from man to man and found that mostly they were Belgians or Germans. Then, in Alsace-Lor- raine, in a small village, the dog gave a sudden, eager bark one morning. Jerking himself free from the leash, he darted through a crowd of people and jumped up excit- edly at a man with a badly dis- figured face. He was blind in one eye, one leg had been amputated below the knee and four fingers had been lOst from one hand. But the dog knew Isis masters The whole tragic story was then revealed, The young man, hideously scarred by the war, did not want 10 return home but settled in a community where many men were just as badly scarred as he was and where he would not be subjected to the curious stares of strangers. Surgical treatment soon restor- ed young Aberman to a semb- lance of what he had been. And when his faithful pal died in 1933 a grave' was made for him and a simple tombstone erected to com- memorate the Alsatian who had found his master. The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy; it lasts when all other pleasures fade. —ANTHONY TROLLOPE TALL TALE — Iowa isn't th< only place where the core grows tall. Murray Geiger Churubusco, Ind., farmer, look: up at a cornstalk more thar 10 feet high. Recent heal arse humidity teamed to produce e bumper crop. PIPE THIS — Former prepares,to lay plastic pipe with this auto- matic device on a plot of land where the labor-saving mechan- ism is manufactured, Disposable reels holding up to 600 feet of piping are attached to the machine, which is ccnstructed for a three-point hitch, but which is adaptable to any farm tractor, acccrding to the manufacturer. Operating at tractor. speed, it is desig^ed to uncover a trench, lay pipe 14 to 20 inches deep and back -fill after itself, at the rae of 100 lest per minute.