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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1959-09-17, Page 3Drop of Oif Starts Fond Memories. 4*44444444.44444444, A drop of oil on a troubled hinge, and the memories of yes. terday fade from the mind. It's ee easy as that. I found I was being misled by some curious. deflection of thought, and I couldn't figure out what went ere This has been going on for months. Of course, some all -wise student of the inner recesses of preoccupation could aasily have told me, but it was much more fun to find out for myself, It came without warning, un• related and remote. I would be sitting here at the typewriter, perhaps, trying to share my natural passion for joy with, the multitteit and all at once I would jump up with, 1 sup- pose, a glazed eye and faraway mien, and I would be thinking about a dozen cup custards, nut- meg and gold and theirebullient enthusiasm bouncing off the selling, Or, 1 would be in the rocker by the back window, examining the erudition of the local edi- tor, who has never been beyond Portland but has some marvel- ous schemes for theperplexing intricacies of the Far East, and all at once I would have a lovely vision of four blueberry pies. This was disturbing, and L began to worry about it. I get a fair feed here, as those things go, and am hot underprivileged in the calorie department. Fur- thermore, the ordinary disci- plines of r a stable intellect dis- approve of such big jumps. If 1 were going to set up some kind of a hanker, in which I would beruminating on the in- ternal problems of the plumb- ing trade, and decided to shift all this to an unwarranted con- templation ref a custard, I would have just one custard. There was a plurality to this thing which baffled me beyond the matter itself. Why .custards, indeed - but why a dozen custards? "There's an old pair of shoes in the shop closet that look good enough to wear some more," she had said, and .I went and got them and for the time be- ing I was completely absorbed • in this discovery. They were, or it was, a pair of heavy Scotch - grain Oxfords I hod been fond of, the kind of shoe you find -occasionally which never feels new when it is new, and when they disappeared I was put out. I never could imagine what be- came of them. So now I had them, and 1 pulled them on, and I was glad to see them, as with an old friend from away back, and I had one of the up on a chair out in the summer kitchen, ap- plying a dose of ox -blood pol- ish. This is typiosl at the one- track situation I have been in when the gustatory mirage ap- plied itself. Suddenly I had a vision Of four loaves, Of high-. crusted home -baked bread, quite likely oatmeal bread from the appearance, This sort of thing is fun, in a way, I gather plenty of pee- ple in this world have thingsto think on which are not so love- ly as loaves of home -baked baked bread, but why four all at once? I stood there with the dauber poised, and wondered why my absurdity couldn't be content with one slice of oat- meal bread, perhaps anointed with some sweet butter, and then lightly sprinkled with brown sugar? It was the molasses cookies that finally gave me the tip-off. I conjured up a splendid vision of about two acres of thin molas- ses cookies while I was pound- ing down a couple of persistent tacks in the kitchen rocker, and I figured out the whole thing. Just before t had this won. derful vision, she had inserted the last of the dishes into our dishwashing machine, and had closed the front door before pushing the'" button: And the hinge on the dishwasher had made a gently protesting noise, sort of an ernk sound. "You put a drop of oil on that hinge and you'd be surprised how 'quiet things will be around here," ,1 said, and then I knew. My mother's ancient Wood & Bishop kitchen range had an oven door which all my boy- hood made exactly the same sound whether she opened or closed RI The realization of what a trick had been played on .me occu- pied me all morning. I fondly saw, all over again, the tin pan of custards, an, even dozen in heavy crockery mugs, coming forth as I had seen them so many times before. The cookies were exactly as they had been. The bread, I could now see, was authentic for of the four loaves one was a small one. Mother's bread mixer made enough for three big loaves and one small one, so we always had a small loaf, It was even' so. The pies and the cakes, the pot of beans, the cornbread and the blueberry muffins. Every time the dishwashing machine had ernked, my bringing-up flashed back. "On, sec o n d thought, I'll oil it for your" "Getting kind of domestic about this, aren't you?" she said. "I can oil a hinge. I just didn't hear it squeaking, I guess." I oiled it, anyway. Sort of felt the ernk was too much of a good thing. No one person .de- serves such pleasant thoughts as I was having. It was too rich a diet. Besides, it was becoming critical, for after one hot -day lunch of crackers and milk, she washed the dishes and I had a roast goose on my mind all af- ternoon. You can't go on living that well., By John Gould in The Christian Science Monitor. Venus Says No! Venus is signalling. What does she say? She says, and rather rudely, "Keep away!" "Can't you," she cries, "Leave anything alone, And have you got no, trouble of your own? My flying saucers- have described with mirth The kind of thing that happens on your Earth. Why spread your mess and muddle to the stars? I don't want motor -bombs or atom -cars. I don't want rocketfuls of crazy kids, All talking poppycock in planet -lids. Our life is healthy here: and I am told You'll bring consumption, and the common cold. Our life is quiet: but my saucer -boys Report that everywhere you cause a noise. And then - it's rather delicate - but well, They say your planet has a nasty smell -- The The smell of blood, the smell of sweat and toil, The smell of smoke, and alcohol, and oil. So kindly cancel anything you've planned: No earthian will be allowed to land. I'd have an Englishman or two to stay: • But then, the Russians would be here next day." , A. P. Herbert CROSSWORD PUZZLE ACROSS '55, nacay 1. 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Thompson of the Fed- eral Experimental Farm at Swift Current, Sask., emphasizes that the cooling system in a tractor or engine requires good main- tenance to keep it performing at a high level. Dirt, he says, is the worst enemy of the cooling system - both inside and out. e * * Scale and rust slowly close the tubes and plug water pas- sages in the cylinder head and block. This coating, besides slowing " circulation, r educes heat transfer and, in time, •espe- ,.cially under heavy loads on hot days, the tractor overheats. Where water is used as a cool- ant, anti -rust additives are re- commended to retard rust and scale formation. When a radia- tor becomesplugged, it should be cleaned by a shop specializ- ing in radiator repair. Leaves, insects, straw and soil 'on the outside of the core may cause overheating, Air pas- sages in the radiator core should be cleaned periodically with an air hose. Fan belts should be adjusted frequently during the operating season. Thermostats and hoses should be checked when heating occurs, and re- placed -.if faulty. * * '4' Anti -freeze is needed for late fall and early spring tractor use. Besides preventing a crack- ed block and radiator, anti- freeze contains additives which keep the inside core in good condition. "Proper . care and periodic checks of the tractor cooling system will prevent delay in the field during the busy sea- son and avoid serious 'damage - to`a high prleed machine," com- ments Mr, Thompson. * * * Barley kernels and the far- mer have something in common when . malting barley is not threshed properly - they both get skinned, * * * Malting barley buyers will not pay a premium, on barley when skinned and broken kernels constitute more than five per cent of the sample. When this occurs malting barley reverts to feed grades, * * * Agricultural engineers have studied the threshing problem and come up with a few sug- gestions that will reduce dam- age to a minimum. These are: 1. Set cylinder speed just fast enough to thresh barley from heads, 2. . Adjust concave clearance to properly m a t c h cylinder speed, 3. Keep cylinder and concaves In good repair and alignment. 4. Use plenty of wind for se- paration of barley f r o m chaff and straw - keep sieve openings free from matted beards that tend to clog the screens. 5. Keep tailings return to t4 minimum. 6. Operate blower elevator at proper speed, 7. Minor adjustments may be necessary during the day to compensate for changes In temperature and moisturs content of the .straw and grain. * * * To implement these sugges- tions, the operator of the thresh- er will have to exercise consi- derable judgment and may of- ten have to do some experi- menting. * * * Benefits from inclusion of an antibiotic or an arsonic acid derivitive in chick rations may hinge on the degree of expo- sure to disease infection, it was indicated in nutrition studies at Brandon, Man. Chick s were reared to six weeks of age in cleaned and disinfected b at t e r y brooders. Supplementation of their ration with an arsonic acid derivative (45 grams per ton of 3-nitro-4- hydroxyphenylarsonic acid) or aureomycin (15 grams per ton) had no influence on body weight gains or feed efficiency. * 4. * Both compounds, however, im- proved the weight gains and feed efficiency of chicks reared on old litter in floor pens, where the degree of disease infection presumably would be higher than in the battery .brooders. * * * Arsenic acid and aureomycin were equally effective and nu further improvement in growth was noted when the two com- pounds were fed in combination. It would .appear that the growth stimulating mechanism might well bethe same for the arsonic acid compounds and the anti- biotics. Further tests are in progress to determine whether the re• sponse to arsonic acid may be influenced by ration composition. Nobody ever got the better of Judge Roy Bean, although one convicted criminal lit out from his Jersey Lily courtroom in Langtry, Texas, -thinking that he had done so, Tom Wendler, caught red-handed with a print- ing press and a stack of coun- terfeit bills, was jailed but man- aged anaged to wangle, his freedom by slipping five hundred dollars to the right party, Not until the guilty man was well out of the state did the anguished jurist examine the bribe and realize that he, himself, was a victim of the counterfeiter, A helpless victim? Not for long That week, by Judge Bean's judicial order, the only legal tender acceptable in Langtry w a s counterfeit money. 'The Day The Earth Stood Stiff Arid They Saw The Stars Dance' EDITOR'S NOTE; FOr those who helped to liberate Paris from the Nazis, Aug, 25, 1944, Will always be "the day the earth stood still , , and they saw the stars dance," say Rich. and Hollander, writer of the fol- lowing 15th anniversary remiate,' cense, Hollander entered Pari* by jeep on the morning of Lib- eration Day with a team of psy- chological warfare specialists, of which he was one. He is mann- Mg editor of the Washington Daily News. by Richard Hollander Written for NEA Service Washington -- (NEA) --- Late summer in France is lovely in- deed. And on this day of Paris' liberation 15 years ago it seemed even lovelier than usual. There was a hush on the coun- tryside as the jeeps sped over the cobblestones t0 awaken Paris from a past that was dead, to begin a future from scratch. This countryside hadn't been churned by artillery. Except for the pitted paving and the wreck- ed belfries where German snipers had lingered you might have thought there hadn't been a war at all. The poplars in parallel rows curved toward Paris. The nearer you came, the more excited the people. In Rambouillet, southwest of the , city, the excitement mount- ed. Tanks rumbled. Gen. de Gaulle waited in the chateau to make his triumphant entry, grumbling, people said, because Gen..LeClerc would get there ahead of him, At the outer gates of Paris the people put on what was left of holiday attire. The champagne and the cog- nac and the kisses, all the tangi- ble gratitude intended for mil- lions of fighting men, was pour- ed out for the handful of Brit- ish and Americans fortunate enough to be in on this greatest day in the long history of Paris. Suddenly, the speeding jeeps veered into the Boulevard Ras - pail. All was ominously quiet. Behind those blank facades there were still snipers and the whine of ; the I?ullets echoed around your ears. The jeeps went faster and then they were swinging in front of the Chamber of Deputies and heading across the Seine Bridge that leads into the Place de, la Concorde. The bridge is called the Pont de la Concorde, and it was there that an American captain from Cambridge, Mass., hauled his jeep to a stop and began bang- ing away happily with his car- bine at the Hotel Crillon across the Place where a few Germans were holding out. It •wasn't until later that the captain remembered that it was at another Concord Bridge that an ancestor had helped fire the shot heard 'round the world. Even after 15 years, it's still probably a good dining -out anec- dote. That night the boulevards, packed from wall to wall with all • of the people of Paris, ex- ploded with singing of The Star Spangled Banner and God ,Save the King and the Marseillaise and Madelon and Tipperary. Near the Madeleine, a GI stopped in a doorway to light a cigarette. In the flare of the match he saw a middle-aged couple approach. The man tip- ped his hat and said, uncertain- ly: "You are an American?" The GI nodded. "Then," said the Frenchman, "will you please kiss my wife?" The mood lasted through the next day. There was a parade and de Gaulle went to Notre Dame to give thanks. 'In the narrow road- way of the Rue di Rivoli ke twoen the shops and the gardens of Louis XIV, the snipers began again. But the people Joked alt they rolled In the gutters to hide. The firing continued, even rota Notre Dame itself, like a half - remembered, unbelievealele movie, In fact, after 15 years, that's what the whole long civic up- heaval seems like to those who were there. On Saturday night, the dream came to an end. German bomb- ers ranged low over the city and dusted it for hours. Paris had been an open city, had no anti- aircraft defenses, We hadn't brought any. To the people, the little hand- ful of token liberators suddenly seemed just as insufficient as they really were, By Sunday morning, the chastened Parisians eyed the liberators with hostility. Why were they so few? Was this the end or only the beginning of more trouble? In their minds, the people of Paris had somehow linked their own liberation with the end of the war. It hadn't occurred to them in their first flights of un- bounded joy that there might be another long winter of war, far to the north and east, Not to mention the island hopping and jungle rot and Kamekazis half way across the world. Sometime during that Satur- day night the world had begun to move again. From there on, it moved too fast for most people. After all, who in this generation was born to digest the implications and the actuality of nuclear weapons, of two world wars that didn't seem to solve anything at all? Bing And Boys Don't Get Along Bing Crosby's four sons, who shower their famous father with verbal darts in their night-club act, aren't necessarily joking; at least Gary, 26, isn't. "We just don't get along any more," he said. The father -son split open- ed when Bing's boys worked long hours for short wages at the family's ranch in Nevada. Gary said the hogs bp•4 "Ow.: wanted to go into show basil ness," despite "all that propa- ganda Dad spread about us wanting to be ranchers." The split widened last March when Bing, while admitting he "fail- ed" his sons, rebuked Gary for refusing to "face up to responsi- bilities." When Bing asked his sons to appear on his television show this fall, Gary said no thanks, and the boys, instead, signed up with Crosby's old friendly rival, Bob Hope. When the Crosby brothers h i t Las Vegas, Bing passed up the opening, went fishing at Alas- ka. Has Bing ever seen the act? No, said Gary, and Pop wasn't going to get any invitation from him. Nevertheless, Bing said he would probably go see his sons' act soon. Upsidedown to Prevent Peeking Fil:719,. glElli7©. ©1110© ©© 19G70i94" 1 ' 13©0© ©i/ 0101©1g00 WO EIVIEI In© 21111®1d0013• 0©El®0,.®©Mill!• ©®l'13 1-1•J1 IZIGIEI El00DE9 1, 1311®td`- EllIIMEIIIIIDEI ocular] E11EIWE2 w !E UI ui ', ®©13©0 €11:11/1E1 ®Lt13o©0 ' ®fie *00 ;. LIME] 1� X319a nI>®wvod®eeo ISSUE 37 - 1959 PARIS LIBERATION DAY, 1944: "The champagne and the cognac altd the. kisses, all the tangible gratitude . ."