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Home My WebLink AboutThe Seaforth News, 1959-05-07, Page 6Papa's Store Puts In A New Line There was a little air of tri- umph about Papa when he came up from the store one snowy evening and settled himself in his favorite chair, "Something special happened today, Gilbert?" asked Mamma. "Well, maybe you might call it a little special. Letter came in the evening mail. Looks as if I can have that agency for organs and pianos." Mamma's blue eyes shone. Papa had been wanting such an agency for some time, "I hope I can sell one right soon. Of course I've got some .pretty good prospects, and I told them so, but these big items might take a little time," Mamma nodded thouehfully. "The school needs a new organ," she said. "They need a new organ, all right, but they • also need the money to buy it, and where they're going to find that is quite a big.question." "I thought you said there was a balance in the treasury this year." "Yes, but since I'm a member of the school board, and so many things are needed, I couldn't very well propose that it use the money to buy an organ from me." "Couldn't they have a social or, a bazaar or something?" I burst in, thinking of the usual Deer Forest ways of raising money. "Takes time to get things ready for a bazaar," said Mam- ma. 'Anyway, the Ladies Aid had one just before. Christmas. And ..we had a basket social last month and the strawberry social will be coming on. I really don't see—" I heard them talking about it long after I had been sent to bed, and I was thinking it all over as I set off over the snowy roads to sohool the next morn - Mg. Of course I wanted• Papa to have a chance to sell the organ, but I had something else in mind too, Twice a week now, the whole school gathered for a singing lesson. Our new pri- mary teacher, Miss Ellen Ander- son, played and led the singing in a way none of our other teachers had done, but there were times when she looked in despair at our wheezy old organ. "I wish we could get a piano, but I know that's out of the question," I had heard her say to Miss Crabtree, our principal. "If we just had a decent organ, we could really have some mu- sic here. These children take to It." I liked pretty, lively Miss Ellen. It seemed no more than fair that she should have a de- cent organ to play. And now here was Papa just waiting to sell one. I had come early on purpose to take the matter up with Miss Ellen and was delighted to find her alone at her desk. "Miss Ellen, you want a new organ, don't you?" I asked. Miss Ellen looked a little startled. "I hope you didn't tell your papa I'd been complaining about the organ," she said. "Oh,no! He knows we need a new one, anyway, and Mamma does too," "Well, that's good," she said, sounding relieved, and then added, with her quick snalle, "You didn't happen to be one in your pocket, did yip° I liked joking as well as any- one, but this seemed no time for it. 'No, but Papa just got an organ agency and of course he'd like to sell one to the school, but he's on the board, you see, and he doesn't want to use PEEK -A-400 —. Five Merida misses wertng hats with built- in Sunglasses look like a Mar - Van !Wein pale on sandy beach. money for that which maybe should go for semething else, But couldn't we l'eis' th• money somehow?", Miss Ellen's eyes were twink- ling now, "Did you tell your papa you were going to talk MIS over with me?" she asked. "Why, no," I said, surprised at spelt an idea, "Why should 1? You want a new organ, and Papa wants • to sell one, and all we • need is money, and 'why Shouldn't we raise some?" Thtre didn't seem to me to be any ques- tion about it. "You may have a point," Miss Ellen said thoughtfully, but she almost looked as if she wanted to laugh. "I'll talk it over with Miss Crabtree. Maybe we can came up with sotnething. In the meantime, let's keep it to ciur- selves, shall we?" . I was of course charmed to have a secret with Miss Ellen and actually managed to keep it though it was not easy, for sev- eral days pass, d before I heard anything more about it, Then one morning. Miss Ellen gave us a talk to stir the blood. The two teachers certainly had discussed the matter to good pur- pose, and Miss Ellen fresh from River Falls Normal, was full of• ideas. She laid it on the lint to the printery room. The school was badly in need of an organ. We could earn it ourselves if We were willing to work. Would we. do it? As a man, we rose to the challenge. We were to put on a program, but it was no ordinary program. It was a cantata and we'd have it in the Town Hall where there was plenty of room, and it was up to us to sell the tickets. If we could sell enough in advance, we could have the organ id time for the program. Of course I longed for a spe- cial part, but the few there were of those were taken by members c1f the upper grades. There was plenty to do, however. In school and after school we worked on • songs and groupings, and , some 'drillsi , and tableaux 'nvented by-, our teachers, Mamma and Cousin. Anna and a few other ladiei ran up costumes of cheesecloth in white and.pastel colors whioh de- lighted the girls., In our spare time, which was scanty, we canvassed the town* selling tickets, and Papa had them for sale in the store. They sold readily, for a cantata - was something entirely new in .Deer Forest back at the turn of the century, I was on hand, cleaning black - blackboards .after •school,. the day all the proceeds were in. The two teachers eagerly counted, and • then Miss Ellen looked up in • keen disappontment. "It isn't enough!" she said woefully. "We can't have it in time!" "There'll be some tickets sold the night of the performance," Miss Crabtree said. "That will bring it up some." "But, oh, I did want the organ for that night," sighed Miss El- len, and added, as if a dreadful thought had Nat struck her. 'What if we can't get it at all?" I ran home as fast as I -could and told all this at suppertiroe. Papa looked disturbed, for not only did he want to sell the or- gan but he had caught the en- thusiasm over the cantata and wanted the whole project to suc- ceed. "Wonder if there isn't • something we could do," he be- gan, when Mamma interrupted eagerly. "Didn't you say, Gilbert, that Mr .Beebe in Star Lake recently got the Kimball agency?" "Yes, but what in the world has that got to:do with our can- tata?" "I was just thinking — this is -a good time for a sleighing party, and a crowd might like to come over from Star Lake. A cantata is something unusual. And•with everybody working so .hard .why couldn't the school . mothers do their part and offer a little sup- per after the program? Maybe Mr. Beebe would help get up a Star Lake crowd to come. We could reciprocate.sometime when they were trying to raise money. I believe they'd think it was fun. Then, with that many sute ticket sales for the night, couldn't you advance enough to—" It seemed a wonderful idea to me, and one could easily dee it 'appealed to Papa too. "Yes, but how could we get it all arranged? There isn't much time." "I thought you had something new down in the store called a telephone," said Mamma, and now Papa's eyes began to twin- kle. "That's right!" he exclahned, "Might as well make it earn its keep," The hall was crowded the night of the cantata. Even standing room was filled. Up in front stood the new organ, Miss Ellen proud- ly seated on the new stool. And I had a special part after all, for there was a prolegue to be spoken and Miss Ellen said could do that just as well as anyone. "She's really earned the part," I thought I heard her say in a law tone to Miss Crabtree, but 5 decided I must have been mistaken, I hadn't done anything. but help earn the money. — By Alta Halverson Seymour in the Christian Science Monitor. • DOUBLE -DUTY DOG — Finnegan, a talented French poodle, takes care of little Patricia Stevenson in a corner of New York's Madison 'Square Gorden while watching far his cue to go through an act! Finnegan baby-sits while Patricia's! parents put dogs through their circus paces in the ring. ,...4 'ITAI3LE TALKS a dam Aruivews. „, "Gussie Wilson knows more • about egg buying than anyone In the cquntry," said William F. Leimert, president of Tranin Egg Products Co„ in Kansas City, Mot And he buys millions of them. Coming from her boss as 'this observation did,- it's Certain to be true, for Mrs. Wilson has the re- sponsibility of buying 5,400,000 eggs a week! She is the only woman ,egg buyer for a large company in the United States. * * What 'dos anybody do with 5,400,000 eggs week? •We •fr•eze sone iaf the eggs and make ,•,,eg solids out of pthers," Mrs; Wilson told me as we 'sat in her Office'where the telephone rang often 'as egg, sell- ers from ,Missouri, Kansas, Ne - breaks, Iowa even Minnesota, and South Dakota - ducted their prices or asked for..hee buying ngure. Just outside the. door of her office; truck loads ' Of eggs were being unloaded and sent, on cenveyor bead, to the cold - storage rooms across the alley from the office' buiiding. "Who uses these frozen egse, and egg solids?" I • asked; be:,•- tween tejephone'calls. "They go to food producers, bakeries, •confectioners, noodle -maoufactorers, mayonnaise ,man- • • ufactireis companies like that — all over the•cOuntry," she ex- plained. ' Mrs. Wilson :started 'with the Tranin Company in the early 1920's as bookkeeper an gradu- ally worked into egg -buying and. -now serves also as assistant sec- retail personnel manager. • There's more to • egg buying than at's first ,meets • the eye. Weight las to be considered- - and this differs according to the • tune of year. Freshness, of Course, • is imperative. ' Then, some of the eggs are graded and some are not anti the prices for .these differ. There are other . considerations, too. * 8 5' "Borne of our customers need • .dark yolks for their food prod» acts and we have to know where to buy eggs that give -us this color in the yolks," explain- ad Mrs, Wilson. The big egg -buying season is from January to June, though it ;actually goes on all year. • Mrs. Wilson's warm voice and cheerful, ready laugh explain some of her popularity in the egg industry. She is tall " and blond — with gray eyes and gol- den hair -- and she wears suits that enable her to take off her jacket when the weather gets warm. Her blouse, the clay I in- terviewed her, was white, tuck- ed all over and trimmed with lace. "Hello Sam—or John, or Dick, or Bill— I'm buying them. for such -and -such a price today — yes, I can take 600 cases front you. Well, perhaps some more tomorrow ' So her conversation goes on the telephone, with a tape from the Chicago Mercantile Exchange ticking oft prices nearby by the minute. It is an exciting life that Mrs, Wilson leads in her little office on Oak Street down near the river. She is calm and cheer- ful through it al] because she is doing work that she understands and loves, writes Eleanor Richey Johnston in The Christian Sci- ence 1Vloniter, * Eggs on your table may be served in literally hundreds of ways. They should always be cooked at low to moderate tem- perature. I have been told that over 60 billion eggs are eaten In this country each year. Here is an egg dish that may be served $er hinch or supper. It combines aniOns,with gently fried eggs. ELECTRIC SKILLET EGGS th cup (14 pound) butter .' 2 cups' (about 10 'ounces) chopped onion 1 dozen eggs '1 teaspoon salt Melt butter 'In a 10 -inch elect- tric skillet with heat control set at 300 degrees P. Add onions, spreading to make even layer On bottom of pan,and cook until transparent, strring occasional- ly. Break eggs, into bowl, slip into skillet' on top of .onions, Sprinkle with salt. Cover and . cook eggs to desired doneness= 3 to 5 minutes. Makes 6 ser4 ings. • Note: Peeled, sliced ales may be used with onions fob a variation. 5 * • - If you like eggs combined with tomatoes and rice, here is" • an easy top -of -the -stove recipe for Eggs Creole. •EGGS CREOLE Y4 cup chopped :anion 14 cup chopped green pepper 2 tablespoons fat, melted 21/2 cups tomatoes • 2 cups water 1 cup uncooked rice • Salt and pepper eggs • Cook onion -and green pepper in the 'fat ,until. onion is lightly browned. Pour in tomatoes and , water; bring to boil. Add rice and cook slowly until rice is tender (25-00 minutes). Add More water, a rice becomes dry. Season with salt and pepper, Drop in the eggs, cover and simmer about 10 minutes, or un- til eggs are Mtn. Note: If you prefer hard - cooked eggs instead of poached, • quarter 6 hard -cooked eggs on top of creole rice. Save three slices of hard - cooked eggs for a garnish in the center of this dish of scalloped eggs, SCALLOPED EGGS 3 tablespoons butter 3 tablespoons flour 5/2 teaspoon each, salt and paprika IA. teaspoon pepper and ground nutmeg 11/4 cup milk Yt. cup buttered soft bread er bs (2 tablespoons butter added to crumbs) 6 hard -cooked eggs, sUe&l 1 tablespoon finely chopped paisley 1 tablespoon minced onion Melt butter over low heat; blend in flour, salt, paprika, pep- per and nutmeg; add milk all at once. Cook over moderate heat, stirring constantly until uniformly , thickened. Spread • half the crumbs in the bottom of a 9 -inch pie plate. Cover crumba with half the white sauce, Ar- range the eggs over the sauce in a layer. Sprinkle parsley and onion over the eggs. Cover with remaining white sauce and top with remaining crumbs, Bake at • 490° F. for 20 minutes, or until crumbs are brown •and sauce is bubbly. Serves 4, * CHICKEN PIE GRAVY Before you put your top crust over your chicken pie, make • your gravy for it this way if you' like a clear, slightly thick gravy. Beat 1 egg thoroughly and add little•• chicken broth to it sloWly. , Stir this mixture into • the remaining broth and pour laver your chicken and vege- tables, then put on the top crust and bake. DOES WELL after appendec- tomy. Princess Grace of Monaco. Yellow Shoes At A Bargain Price , , , Dad grinned, trying en the •new coat, happily. lioW do • 1"“iTc?" he shoulders fit wander - fully," Mather admitted. . • "You'll, need a new pair of shoes to go with this, Those you have an are terribly scuffed," "I see • by the paper they're having a sale tomorrow of Eng- lish shoes in Boston," Dad agreed. Ike and I went through even our husky boots with the brass eyelets so fast that Dad always Waited for the basement shaft/ sales to get his: He came home next clay with a pair of English walking shoes, beautifully made • hitt such' a bright yellow you could hardly see what else he had on. • , "There weren't any black ones in my size," Dad defended him- self to my mother's .gasp of hor- • ror: "But these are good shoes. Cost ten dollars originally, and now they're only $1:98. The tag's right on 'erri,, see? 1Vlarle in Eng- land, I paid only a dime for the black dye I got in the drug store; $2.06, isn't bad for a pair of shoes as good as these." ' "The black dye' will rub off," mother prophesied but Dad in- sisted stubbornly' that Was non- sense; he knew what he was ,clo- ing. The black dye was so pun- gent, drying, it smelled up the whole house and every. time we kids barged into Dad's study that week, he'd snap, "Look out for, my nglish shoes!" He wanted theni ready for next Sunday morning because he was planning iiii todie'odricups.ieate. the Individual com- I,It was raining hard the ,next aMoity,. Dad put ,on his o'dorifer- ous new. shoes and rubbers to walk the six blocks to the church, setting out under his big black cotton umbrella with, the pine handle, With the rest of the fam- ily -trailing anxious umbrellas be- hind him up the sidewalla But :Mother's prophecy was justified; When Dad took off his rubbers 'at the vestry door, the toes of both his • sheee were bright yellow suns. ,y01;Can't wear those!" Mother wailed.'Not with everyone kneel- ing • at the • communion railing, looking , with bent" heads right down to where Dad's shoes walk! "Susie,., You go -tell ;the .organist snho;wetsoop.,,stop wit th; prelude. till I get back. run home for,your old Dad caught her arm. "There isn't time." He grin- ned down rueftilfy at his sun-• burst toes, murmuring, "''Be sure your • sins • will find you out.' " • That -Sunday the startled con- ' gregation was offered the newly dedicated communion cups by their preacher. wearing his rub- bers! From "Preacher's Kids," by. Grace ,Nies Fletcher. "Are you going to charge me , a dollar for - cutting my few hairs?" the nearly bald customer asked the barber. ' "Not at all, sir, Fifty cents for • cutting and' fifty cents search fee." • • Spring Cramming on College Campuses — Jam-packed phone booth ..... held 24 men ot Birtningham;LSouthern, in Alabama . . . and 13 girls hiside (you count 'em, outside) overwhelm this sports ccir at Knoxville, where University of Tennessee coeds succumb to the crowd-foc•a-recorcl.craze, latest in a long; bit of college shenanigans,