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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1950-11-16, Page 7dad. To Fat Lipstick Also Face Cream In May, 1946, a young .11m:e :an, John Caldwell, was in Balboa, Panama; longing for the bride he had married on war service in Australia, 9,000 utiles away. Ile tried to get a ship to •Sydney, but ships were scarce, Very welt, he would have to sail his own boat across the Pacific. Ile knew itoth- iug of sailing or navigation, but with a little practice , Hebought a sailing cutter, Pagan, twenty - nine fect lung and ten feet at her widest beam. Low in the water, she was like a canoe with a forty -foot utast. A Boxing Fish! He stocked her with four months' provisions, took two playful kittens for company, and tootled about the Perlas islands In Panama Gulf until he ''got confidence." Then he beaded ow on the first thousand miles stretch to the Galapagos Islands, The antics of those kitteus a flapping fish which he landed were certainly entertaining. They would jump viciously, growling for a tooth -hold. With a violent flip the fish sent them bow•Iin„ across the deco. Back they came creep- ing, cautious and crouching low, to pounce athwart the fish and cling for a few wild jumps before scurrying away again, spitting and tumbling over each other, But soon Caldwell had other things to think about — his pitch- ing bunk, for instance, the rattle and clank of gear gone adrift in a gale, the terrifying whine of the wind, the flash of lightning and crash of thunder. Scared, he put on his life -jacket and squeezed the kittens inside it. But such confined quarters didn't please them; so he took them out cut open an old -type life -preserver, removed its cork floats, attached a string to two of them, and at the end of each string tied a kitten by the hind leg. Suddenly, close on daylight, same a 'sledge -hammer blow on the keel which hurled hint to the floor. The cats yowled. There was a rattle of displaced gear and rending timbers, "like Satan's pitchfork pounding the cabin." At first, he thought he had run on to locks; then he e`ught it was wha- les. He finally discovered that he had been hit by a gigantic tree which had been washed out to sea. Big, Fat Stowaway So, haling fiercely, he ran for an uninhabited islet of the Perlas group, and grounded in the dark. The kittens steam out of the flooded hatchway into the cockpit, towing their cork blocks. He tossed them do to the cabin, doused the headsails, made fast to the shore, then grabbed the kittens and towed client to the beach. 'There they squatted back on their haunches, wet and scared by the towering jingle — "poor little sea - weary blokes," Ott the island he repaired leaks, reset the damaged rudder post, pieced together and patched the battered mainsail, and sailed off again, undaunted. And what's this, pray, that has smuggled aboard without his noticing? A big fat black ratd .A stowaway. He didn't pitch it overboard, however, but built. a little hoose for it to protect it from the kittens! Later a huge sea -bird joined them. A school of dolphin accompanied them all the way across the Pacific, diving after the flying fish the Pagan started up. He, the kittens and the rat fed on those that hit the sails and plum- ped on to the deck. Each time he opened a tin it was a "lucky dip," for all the labels had been washed off in the flooding before he beached, At Caroline Atoll, beyond the Marquesas, he decided to part with the kittens. They'd had enough of sea -voyaging. With tears in his eyes, he left them in the care of natives, most of whom had never teen a cat before. It was as well, for the next day he was hit by a hurricane and' so flung about in TA '3h E TA\KS CHRISTMAS SURPRISE for a little girl and her dolly! These identical ANNE ADAMS out- fits of blouse, skirt and reversible jumper -tops that button on are so adorable, Girl's set is Pattern 4711; Dolly's is Pattern 4731. We made the jumpers in green avool with their tops lined in red and green plaid gingham, Dolly's pattern has ruffly slip, panties—plus a real square-dancing costutrcl Simple sewing— thrifty, too. When you choose fabrics for child's outfit, add just half a yard of each fabric for dolly's matching jumper set. These patterns have step- by-step directions, but if you're a beginner and feel the need of some personal guidance on these or other ANNE ADAMS patterns, your local sewing center will help you. Child's Outfit, Pattern 4711, comes in Sizes 2, 4, o, 8, 10. Size 6 jumper takes 1' a ya ,ds 54 -inch plain wool, ay yard 35 -inch plaid gingham; blouse 1 yard 35 inch. Doll's Outtit, Pattens 4751, is cut for dolls 12, 14, 16, 18, 20 inches. To match child's outfit, add 54 yard to each of above yardages. For other requirements, see doll pattern. Send TWENT-FIVE CENTS (25c) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for each pattern. Print plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER,. Mail your order to Box 1, 123 Eight- eenth Street, New Toronto, Ont. his cabin that he had to strap himself to his lmnk. The Hurricane "There is only one safe way to ride out a hurricane on a small boat: flat on your back, lashed in the bunk with ports and hatches dogged, and everything strapped down," he writes in a dramatic, forthright account of his great ad- venture, "Desperate Voyage." "But lying there strait - jacketed to a mattress is depressing; you always wonder what's going on in the rest of the boat. You wonder if somewhere a leak is breaking, or a repair needs attention .. . He knew something was seri- ously amiss when Pagan broach- ed to and refused to come up into the wind. Great seas, ramming against her beam, were coning athwart her decks. She scudded before each tumbler, creaking lousily, lunged as though hit by a mammoth band. The boat could not take such punishment for long Dismasted Then he found that she was dismasted. For something lime five months he had sailed her through thick and thin. Now, for another thirty-six days, he had to sail her under jury rig fitted up in a rough - and - ready way, as best he could. Weak from starvation 'and lack of water, be even ate a lipstick and face cream which he had aboard. The cream left an oily taste in his mouth for hours. and made him slightly squeamish, but Height Of' Production -1n the Byelorussian Soviet Socialist Republic,..•better known as White Russia, these .peasants at'e almost completely hidden by the tali wheat that will soots be harvested, The chief wheat producing section of the Soviet Union is the )Ukraine, with its fantotts belt of black soil. This Soviet phmtm, however, attests to the fact that modern drainage rtcthorls have greatly increased the arable. area of White Russia's marshy latui. at least the inner twistings of hun- ger ceased, and he was at peace. He managed to spear a sea -bird which alighted on . the sternpost, coated it with machine oil, put it on the fire, and gobbled it for breakfast. Cutting the upper out of an old army shoe, he made an effort to chew the tongue. But it was too tough even to be dented, so he soaked it in salt water, beat it to "tenderize" it, greased it with hair -oil, and fried it. It only turned black and was just as inedible; so he boiled the whole shoe in his precious water ration, drank the "soup," cut the leather into strips and swallowed them whole to have something tin- der his belt to allay the terrible hunger. Dreams 'and New Faith At night he dreamt he was in a monster grocery store, running berserk among corridors of food. Once he dreamt he was wrecked on a beach, and happy. A huge grey whale had been stranded there. He grabbed it by the tail and began eating it alive — then' woke up, clawing and growling at his bunk boards. All the time he had to pump the bilges to keep Pagan afloat; and now he had no compass or navigating instruments to guide him. "Strangely," be says, "I never once really believed I was going to die. However, I will admit I used often to stare stolidly over the rest- less floor of bine ocean and ask, 'Am I going to perish alone out here on the sea?' If I thought of death seriously it is because I toyed with an idea new to rne. It never depressed me. My desire, my strength to go on living, was too strong My new faith in God and prayer — thus my new faith in myself — made life something I wanted badly enough, like want- ing to see Mary." • After 6,000 Miles And eventually he did see her! After six thousand miles of it he made a coral reef off Tuvutha, in the Lau group of the Fiji Is- lands, lived native for a time, then reached Suva and Nandi, and flew <.,from there to Sydney by Army bomber. "I remember her coining toward rte — and. I believe 1 moved to meet her, For a second I saw her unfathomable blue eyes,. .... then she was in my arms and a thousand dreams had come true. My trials on the sea were far away , , I was back with the one person who counts in this world." A great, simple story. It is impossible to read it without catch- ing one's breath and rejoicing at the ultimate deliverance. SEVENTY - EIGHT - YEAR - OLD Jennie Culbertson Powers of Philadelphia Inas attended church every Sunday for seventy -rive years. City Of Flowers Fruits And Perfumes A more old-fashioned city than Cannes or other more touristic centres along the sea, Grasse lives by its own industry rather than its hospitality. Beyond its old walls rises the smoke of modern industry, for Grasse is manufacturer of per- fume. It is soft unobtrusive smoke, • with a reek of decaying roses, melt- ing away into a pure atmosphere The life of the town goes an at foot pace, in its old human pattern, unmarked with the- geometrical speed of wheels. , , Below in the market Mace lies the garden harvest of the country- . Siri C. °The fruits rise in pyramids— coloured like butterflies—full bas- kets of oranges—and branches of cherries," said :lubanei. It was of another feast, !xis the market on a May morning is not different. Sunburned peasant women are weighing cherries, selling artichokes tied in bunches like radishes, and measuring out the mountain honey. .Around them are buckets of r.oses, iris, wallflowers, bridal -wreath, pinks. At one eud of the square is the merchant of pottery with cups and saucers, earthenware pots and 'ruches spread out on the walk before hint... . "Sweet cherries, Madame, three francs a Milo," says a tall spare woman, dressed in black. Nearby on a box sits her husband, eating the big pink cherries, "One kilo. please," says her cus- tomer. "No, taste theist first,' says the peasant woman, "If you shouldn't like them) it would be a pity to spent] the money." . , , A loud blast is blown on a horn: every one stops to listen, The town crier announces at length that a market basket has been lost, con- taining green peas, leeks, radishes, and a pair of scales. Whoever finds the basket should return it to the town hall,.., In the middle ages Grasse was an independent republic like the Italian cities of the epoch. She was wealthy and industrious, she had a bishop and a cathedral, The Sara- cens carne, the Grassois fought heroically, but the city was cap- tured and pillaged in 972. One of her alleys, the street without fear, or I,a Rue Sans Penr, is so -called in memory of the courageous fash- ion in which the Grassois once de- fended their icty. The foreigner finds himself of little importance in Grasse. The old town is pre -occupied with her flowers, and the distillation of the flower essence which site sells to the great perfumers of Paris.—Front "Beyond the Riviera," by Helena Maxwell. In last week's minium. 1 gave .a recipe for a Christmas Cake which, while it undoubtedly belongs right up at the top of the list, might possibly be just a trifle too am- bitious Inc a lot of home cooks. So now here ie a simple type of fruit cake which does not need the ageing which the "traditional" sort requires, and yet will prove to be a fine answer to the question of what to serve during the festive season. Quantities given snake two 9 x 4 x 3 inch loaves, RAISIN FRUIT t,AKE 4 cups seeded raisins 2 tablespoons grated lemon rind 1 tablespoon cinnamon 1 tablespoon allspice ,t2y cups liquid 2'/ cups chopped nutmeats 4 cups sifted cake flour 5 teaspoons double acting baking powder 2 teaspoons salt 114 cups sugar TA cup batter or shortening 2 eggs, well beaten 2 teaspoons vanilla METHOD: Combine raisins lemon rind, spices and water in a saucepan. Cover and simmer gently for eight minutes. Drain, pressing out as touch liquid as possible. Measure liquid and add water or coffee to make one and one-half cups, and reserve, Grind raisins with nutmeats. Sift flour once, measure and add baking powder, salt and sugar; sift three times. Cream batter thorough- ly, and add flour mixture, eggs, vanilla and reserved liquid. Stir until all flour is dampened, Beat vigorously for two minutes. Add raisin -nut mixture and mix thor- oughly. Turn into two 9x4x3 inch Ioaf pans which have been greased, lined with brown paper and then greased again. Bake in a moderate (350 deg,) oven for one hour and 15 minutes, or until done. i.et st'nl five minutes on cake rack, then remove froth pan, leaving paper at- tached until ready to serve. Cool. Wrap in a clean cloth and store in tin container to keep moist. *The liquid may be water or left- over coffee. k R s These Santa Claus Cookies are a really tasty concoction of nuts and dates, and if stored in a tightly covered container—and safey hid- den away from youthful hands -- will keep moist for quite a time. I'm sure you'll enjoy them. SANTA CLAUS COOKIES (Makes 30 balls) 1 cup butter cookie crumbs ;q teaspoon salt 7/ teaspoon baking powder !'a cup sifted all-purpose flour 1 cup finely chopped, pitted dates 1 cup nut meats, chopped cup sugar 2 eggs, beaten 1 teaspoon vanilla ai cup confectioners' sugar METHOD: Combine cookie crumbs, salt, baking powder and flour, .Add dates and nuts. Add sugar gradually to beaten eggs. Blend in cookie crumb mixture and vanilla. Bake in a greased and floured nine -inch square pan and bake in a slow (325 deg.) oven for 30 minutes. While still warm, cut into 30 squares. Roll each square into a ball, turning the top, crusty portion inwards as you roll. Place confectioners' sugar in a bag. Shake the balls in the sbgar to coat even- ly. Y 5 k After reacting the column in which I told how to stake dough- nuts of the "Down East" variety, a relative asked why I hadn't also included a recipe for another great favorite with countless thousands —the glazed potato sort. So here goes. GLAZED POTATO DOUGHNUTS 1 cup lukewarm water 1 cake yeast 1 cup mashed potatoes J cup sugar 1 cup fat 1 cup scalded milk 2 eggs, beaten Flour METHOD: Dissolve yeast cake in lukewarm water, Mix all ingred- lents in the order listed, and add enough flour so dough will not stick to fingers. CG;ver and let rise until doubled in bulk. Roll out on floured board about ?'s -inch thick, Cut with doughnut cutter and allow to rise until doubled in size, about 1 hour, Fry in deep hot fat. Dip in following sirup and al- low to drain on absorbent paper. Sirup: Aoit 2 caps sugar, i4 tea- spoon cinnamon and 1 cup cold water for 5 minutes, or just before it spins a thread. Now, to conclude, here is what will be the answer to many a house- wife's prayer—a very choice white icing which is easy to make, yet will not turn to sugar. You can make a batch of it and, if you don't use it all on the cake or cup cakes you're making ,you ran put the balance in the refrigerator or other cool place, and use it at a later date, BOILED WRITE FROSTING 2 cups sugar !'s cup light corn sirup Vas cup water 2 egg whites 1 teaspoon vanilla METHOD: Cook sugar, sirup and water together, stirring until sugar is dissolved. Boil without stirring to 244 deg. F. (or until sirup forms a rather first hall when tested in cold water), Pour this sirup slowly over the stiffly beaten egg whites, beating constantly. Continue beating until mixture holds its shape. Add vanilla, This frosting will keep in a covered jar in a cool place. If it becomes hard on standing, add a very small amount of hot water and beat well. Makes enough to frost 2 layers generously, Gloomy Talk Won't Build A Community Canada would be a happier, healthier and safer country for fu- ture generations if. we hail fewer great cities and far more prosper- ous towns. But we are not going to get very far, at least in building up the towns, unless many business leaders in these smaller places sharply change their tunes and get a little more faith in their own communities. In its "Canadian Sample" the Midland r Ontario) Free Press Herald makes this charge: "Very often he (the visitor) finds that the majority of merchants would rather grouse than do any- thing else. They suggest that busi- ness is as good as it might be, that the industrial outlook is gloomy, that it is not like the good old days. "There are exceptions, and when there are enough of theist, you find an exceptional town or city. "But unfortunately too often the grousers, who watch Toronto or some other neighboring city or town growing at what they think is a faster pace than his municipal- ity, are in the majority." That attitude on the part of local businessmen can ruin tine growth chances of even the beet situated. town. Sometimes visitors are look- ing for a likely place to set up a new business, or they know some- one who is or will be looking. Sometimes they may represent a financial institution interested in investing fonds. One doesn't need to be told what their opinion will be of Blankville's future after Min Street's pessimists are through with them. From "The Financial Post." Saved' By The "Buck-Board"—Daviel Riggs of the YMCA. at the University of Kansas stands before the "Buck-13oard" which lte runs for the benefit of students who are temporarily short of funds. All a student must do to borrow a buck is sign his name to a piece of paper and put it whore the dollar was,