The Seaforth News, 1962-08-16, Page 6Ancient Customs
in Modern Egypt
In Egypt the superlative ap-
plies to a great many things
The monuments of its past eiv-
ilizations — the oldest in the
World —• are not merely big, not
even huge, but gigantic.
The Nile, the most wonderful
of rivers because it alone, with;
out the help of rainfall, gives
Egypt to the world, is also one
of the longest,
Egyptian landscapes are vast,
stretching from horizon to hor-
izon, unbroken by hills and
mountains so that they call to
mind words like infinity or eter-
nity. The deserts of Egypt axe
vast too, engulfing practically
the whale country, leaving only a
narrow strip free from its burn-
ing embrace,
The sky over Egypt, seldom en-
cumbered with cloud, offers a
wider expanse of clear blue than
in most countries, increasing the
impression of immensity.
This munificence, this largess
is found too, in the Egyptian
people, in their unbounded gen-
erosity and hospitality, in their
gaiety and the joil de vivre, in
the way they express themselves.
When two Egyptians greet
each other they do not merely
shake hands and pass the time
of day by inquiring after each
other's health and that of their
families. Greetings, no matter
how often they occur in the
course of a day or how brief the
meeting, are elaborate, even
grandiose.
Abdel Mawgud may have met
Abdermrahman only yesterday,
they may work in the same of-
fice and see each other every
day, but when they meet, in the
office or in the street, an on-
looker — especially a Westerner
would be convinced that they
were long lost friends reunited
after months or years of separa-
tion. "Peace be with you, wel-
come, welcome, a thousand wel-
comes" they both exclaim warm-
ly, clasping hands and shaking
then enthusiastically. This open-
ing greeting is followed by in-
quiries concerning each other's
health and well-being, mutual
congratulations and further exs
pressions of welcome. When they
part, even after a brief conver-
sation that may have lasted only
three or four minutes, the leave-
taking formula is just as warm
end elaborate. In any other part
of the world one would be con-
vinced that the two friends were
.parting for a very long time.
Walking in the countryside
with a friend recently I was sur-
prised to find that all the people
who greeted us on our way
through the fields used quite a
long formula, of which I did not
understand the words. I was en-
chanted when my friend trans-
lated them for, to our brief
"good evening" these simple pea-
sants, returning from a day's
toil in the fields, replied: "You
have brightened the fields with
your charm" or "You are wel-
come and have made the fields
lighter by passing through them."
In a country where every-
thing, whether it is built by na-
ture or man is on a vast. gener-
ous scale, it is only logical that
noise should be in proportion to
the rest of the scene.
The main source of noise in
Egypt's capital is the traffic.
Cars, buses, lorries, trams, taxis,
tumbrels, horse- and donkey -
drawn carts tear along the streets
and avenues at hair-raising
speed and in such an apparent
state of confusion that it is amaz-
ing any vehicle is left intact.
In these circumstances there
is only one way to avoid knock-
ing down pedestrians like so
many skittles and that is for the
drivers of vehicles to keep one
hand firmly clamped on the
lalaxon. This sends dawdlers and
jaywalkers scuttling like fright..
ened chickens in all directions
and clears the way for the on-
rushing traffic.
Bicycle bells, the shouts of cart
TOYING WITH A HEART ---
Olarbara Wicks eyes a plastic,
l'auild-it-from-a-kit, see-through
'model of o heart at a New
York City toy show. A squeeze-
foulb pumps a red -colored li-
quid through the channels and
tea chambers.
drivers and the clatter of wheels
and hoofs complete this gigantic
orchestra whose daily perform -
arms begin shortly after dawn.
and end after midnight, with a
pause in the afternoon for the
siesta,
Egyptians are great lovers of
music and there is hardly a,
shop, stall or restaurant - es-
pecially in the popular districts
that is sat equipped with a
radia and sound amplifier.
Being exceedingly generous by
nature, no Egyptian would think
of enjoying the music provided
by his radio set without sharing
it with as many neighbors as
possible. He therefore turns it
on at full volume to make sure
that all may enjoy it aver and in
Spite of all the other sounds
corning from neighboring radios
and, of course, from the traffic,
writes Irene Beeson in the Chris-
tian Science Monitor.
At first one is simply over-
whelmed by the sheer weight of
the noise which seems to be all
of one piece, like a blanket of
fog or the pitch dark of night
when one emerges from a lighted
place. After a time when one's
ear has grown somewhat accus-
tomed to the brouhaha one be-
gins to perceive that there is a
scale of sounds with an infinite
variety of notes. Through the
roar and massive wave of sound
produced by large vehicles one
distinguishes the note of the
tumbrel wheels from those of
smaller cars, the jingle of a
horse's harness from the bells of
bicycles or carriages or of the lic-
orice man's cymbals which also
have a bell -like quality but of
yet another kind.
Voices begin to pierce through
the wall of sound, the voices of
street criers, hawkers and ven-
dors who are in the nature of
of troubadours bringing us the
poetry of Egypt that has sur-
vived the fiercest onslaughts of
every kind of destructive devices
of modern life,
My first awareness of this po-
etry came to me through the
deafening roar of trafic in Qser
el Nile Street, one of the busiest
thoroughfares in the heart of the
city. A plaintive, tremulous voice
crying "Laym000n, laym0000n
." lingering on the second syl-
lable and the rest of the sentence
was lost in the general cacophony
of klaxons, bells, wheels, and
shouts. The owner of the voice, a
frail old man in an off-white
gellabiah stood on the curb on
the opposite side of the street,
carrying a basketful of bright
yellow lemons the size of eggs.
With his head raised, as though
he were imploring the heavens
to witness the quality of his
lemons, he sent his cry floating
over the deafening din of the
flow of traffic ("lemons, oh lem-
ons, God make them easy to
sell").
My lemon man reconciled me
with the chaotic noise of the
city by opening in it a door
through which I glimpsed the
poetry of eternal Egypt. I went
around with ears strained to
catch the street criers' voices,
slender threads linking the
present with the past.
"Oh, my sugar cane, it has no
spots, see it is like the cheek of
a beautiful girl, oh my sugar
cane" cries the seller of pale
green or mauvish sugar cane
while the banana merchant
knows full well that the com-
plexion of a good banana is far
from flawless, "The father of the
spots, the father of the spots" he
calls, offering the succulent fruit
whose skin is mottled with small
brown spots. The fruit of the
vanilla is compared with a beau-
tiful maiden and the vendor's
cry is addressed to the boys; "the
vanilla, cheek of a beautiful girl
awake, oh boys, take your
pennies and come to me, come
buy this beautiful girl's cheek."
It took me a long time to dis-
cover why the man who sells
tomatoes cries "Tomatoes, buy
my crazy tomatoes" and I was
given the choice of two explana-
tions. The tomato is so red, so
round, so beautiful that it might
we:1 drive one; crazy with plea-
sure or again, the price of toma-
toes fluctuates so unpredictably
that this might drive one to dis-
traction,
The rag and bone man's cry is
a litany: "I buy old clothes." he
chants, "I buy old iron, I buy old
brass, I buy old books, old shoes"
and then, summing up in an ear-
splitting cry "1 buy all old
things."
"The best, the most excellent
onions come from the seaside,"
while "my radishes are fresh
from the islands," cry the vege-
table merchants in the market.
Okra, known here as ladies'
fingers — "buy my ladies fing-
ers, so slender, so delicate, oh
my ladies' fingers," The guava
is 'like the cream of the milk"
and the roasted sweet potato
"roasted in the oven is as sweet
as honey."
The traffic rushes and crashes
and roars and screeches, but
nothing can drown the cries of
the Cairo streets "oh, oranges,
of honey"; "oh barbary figs,
sweeter than grapes" — "God
make them easy to sell."
OPEN AIR — Mrs. Clara Girard is shown at work in her
"open air" kitchen in Chicago. Kitchen was converted to
this type when a baby tornado swept through the area,
TABLE TALKS
A salad loaf is always both
good and decorative for a buf-
fet, Here is one using either
chicken or turkey. Slice it as
you serve it,
SALAD LOU'
44 cup vinegar
?s cup salad oil
Si teaspoon salt
Pepper and paprika
3 cups chopped cooked turkey
or chicken
2 tablespoons unflavorcd
gelatin
11 cup cold water
21/2 cups hot clear broth
2 bard -cooked eggs, sliced
?5 cup cooked or canned peas
6 stuffed olives, sliced
1 teaspoon onion juice
31 cup finely chopped celery
Mix first 5 ingredients and
pour over turkey. Let stand in
refrigerator 1-2 hours, stirring
occasionally. Sprinkle gelatin
on cold water and soak a few
minutes. Dissolve soaked gelatin
in hot broth. Add salt and cool
until slightly thickened. Make a
design of sliced eggs, peas, and
olives on bottom of salad mold
and cover with a thin layer of
the thickened broth mixture.
Chill until firm. Mix onion juice,
celery, and drained turkey or
chicken with remaining thicken-
ed broth, Carefully pour this
mixture into the mold and chill
until firm, Unmold on crisp let-
tuce Serves 6,
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Potato salad is popular for
picnics, and here's a variation
you may like,
POTATO SALAD
3 cups cold potatoes, cut in
cubes
1 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon chopped parsley
3.1 cup chopped celery
tabelspoon chopped onion
6 radishes or 2 pimientos,
chopped
Mayonnaise
Mix potatoes, salt, celery,
onion, and radishes (or pimiento)
and parsley. Add enough mayon-
naise to misten, Place in the
refrigerator to absorb some of
the dressing and to chill. Arrange
on lettuce leaves to serve; top
with more mayonnaise.
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Its "cawn puddin" time in
Dixie) When summer steals laz-
ily over that land of plantations,
the aromas from the kitchen be-
come even more tantalizing.
Cooking in the Deep South is
considered a fine art, but we are
often accused of living in the
past. CulinariIy speaking, this is
an understatement; grandmoth-
er's and great-grandmother's re-
cipes are used for every occasion.
In some places it is considered
distinctive to speak with a Sou-
thern accent, and it is always a
mark of distinction to cook with
a Southern accent. Today's re-
cipes have been tried and tested
in the kitchens of Jackson's most
prominent matrons and career
women, writes Madora 1•Iall
Sharp in the Christian Science
Monitor. There are also recipes
from restaurant:, such as the Old
Southern Tea Room in Vicks-
burg, Allison's Wells at Way,
Miss„ and recipes obtained from
fine New Orleans cooks,
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AUNT ELVIRA'S "CAWN
PUDDIN"
I No, 2 can cream -style corn
1 tablespoon sugar
I teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons butter, melted
5 eggs well beaten
3 cups milk
t tablespoon cornstarch
1 tablespoon cold water
Combine corn, sugar, salt, but-
ter, eggs, and milk, Dissolve
cornstarch in water and stir into
corn mixture. Pour into a greas-
ed shallow 2 -quart baking dish.
Bake at 350° F, about 1 hour or
until the custard is firm. Yield:
6 to 8 portions.
CRAB MEAT MOLD
3 large packages crease sheese
? $ cup lemon- juice
• 1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
Tabasco sauce, red pepper to
taste
3 cans crab meat and juice
2 tsp. onion juice
2 envelopes gelatin in r cup
cold water: dissolve in i cup
• boiling water
2 tsp. salt
Stuffed olives -
Soften cheese with a little
cream; add other ingredients
except crab meat. Beat thor-
oughly. Add crab meat. Line
mold with stuffed olives. Pour
in crab meat mixture. Makes 2
ring molds. Serve with crackers.
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CRAB MEAT IMPERIAL
1 green pepper, finely diced
2 pimientos, finely dined
1 tbsp. mustard
1 tsp. salt
Ilsa tsp. white pepper
2 whole eggs
1 cup mayonnaise
3 lbs. lump crab meat
Mix pepper and pimientos, add
mustard, salt, white pepper, eggs,
and mayonnaise. Add crab meat,
mixing lightly so lumps are not
broken. Divide mixture into eight
crab shells or casseroles, heaping
it in lightly. Top with little coat-
ing of mayonnaise and sprinkle
with paprika. Bake at 350° F.
for 15 minutes. Serve hot or cold,
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OUTDOOR HAMBURGERS
1 Ib, ground beef
1 egg, lightly beaten
at tsp. salt
3a tsp. garlic salt
1 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce
3s tsp. pepper
Prepared mustard
Chopped onion
Small cubes of cheese
HOW CLOSE DO
YOU FOLLOW
/ins 700 CL eSS
if it's ass than one
car length hr every
PO tulles per hour
Girls Do Forgery
Quite Legally
Most people who make $ living
by copying other people's signa-
Owes for cheques are police tar-
gets, and practically all of them
are men, But In Rochester, N Y.,
are two pretty girls, Helmi Wol-
ford and Carmella Judd, who
make a perfectly legal living out
of forgery.
The girls' jobs are identical —
copying signatures of business
executives and government of-
ficials so expertly that the copies
can be used in cheque -signing
machines. Their employer is the
Todd Division of Burroughs Cor-
poration, it's a leading designer
and manufacturer of cheques,
forms, and machines for dis-
bursement protection in business
and banking,
The copying technique, routine
to the girl "forgers," is interest-
ing to watch. After studying a
name, they write it in very black
ink, and with frightening accur-
acy, on a white card. They en-
large this signature three tunes
so minor blemishes can be elim-
inated, then reduce it to its or-
iginal size and make a printing
plate from it.
When placed in a cheque -sign-
ing machine, the plate can "sign"
thousands of cheques while the
person who owns the signature
can attend to other jobs.
To insure absolute protection
for clients, the girls work in a
cage — literally. The only door -
to their wire -mesh enclosed
studio is locked, and no one can
get in without a special pass,
writes James N. Miller in the
Christian Science Monitor,
Just recently, when the Ford
Motor Company in Detroit
bought up Canadian Form stock,
several Todd offices could have
been the setting for Hitchcock
thrillers, It all started with a
phone call from a top Ford ex-
ecutive. The deal was going
through — tomorrow.
Arrangements were made to
obtain the official's signature
Sweet pickle relish
Melted butter
Mix beef, egg, salt, garlic salt,
Worcestershire sauce and pepper
together lightly, Divide mixture
into halves. Draw a 9 -inch circle.
on a piece of waxed paper (a
cake pan is a good guide) and
pat half of the mixture out
lightly to fit the circle. Do not
press hard, The eircule of meat
will be about Vs ineh thick.
Leave a 1 -inch margin around
the edge of the circle for sealing
and spread half the patty with
prepared mustard, Then sprinkle
with a little chopped onion, some
cubes of cheese and spread with
relish, Lift up the waxed paper
at the opposite side of the patty
and fold the meat over like a
turnover. Pull off waxed paper,
and seal by pressing around the
edge. Repeat with second half of
meat mixture. Brush both sides
of patties with melted butter, Put
in wire toaster basket. Broil
slowly over coals. Serve with
toasted buns if desired, (Serves -
2.)
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CHOCOLATE ICE BOX CAKE
7 blocks unsweetened chocolate
8 tbsp. water
9 tbsp. sugar
Pinch of salt
6 eggs
Ladyfingers
Macaroons
Melt chocolate, water, sugar,
salt over hot water. Add yolks
of 6 eggs, one at a time, beating
well between each, Fold in the
6 stiffly beaten egg whites. Line
ring mold with ladyfingers;
sprinkle crumbled macaroons on
bottom of mold; fill with choc-
olate mixture. Serve with whip-
ped cream.
ISSUE 31 — 1962
from correspondence on file ltt
as Rochester bank. Copying the
zlsxne and making the plate —
work that ordinarily would take
several days -- had to be done
in 24 hours. Utmost secrecy had
to be maintained so a serioU*
stock fluctuation would not take.
place,
.A Ford courier picked up the
signature plate -- on sohedult
— and delivered it to the proper
parties in Toronto, Not one Todd
employee, who, by the nature of
his job knew of the transaction,
let the information leak,
Mesdames' Wolford and Judd
take a good dealing of teasing
about their jobs as "forgers."
But in their business, which
deals in honesty, especially the
protection of other people's bank
accounts, the girl "counterfeit-
ers" are understandably respec-
ted.
Stealing Art
Is Big Business
The thieves climbed a fire
escape, moved single file over a
narrow parapet, and scurried
across a network of flat roof-
tops, When they came to an in-
ner patio at the O'Hana art gal-
lery in London's Mayfair, they
dropped down 10 feet and within
minutes had jimmied a simple
lock on a glass -paneled door and
walked in. Waiting for them
was the gallery's summer exhibi-
tion of French impressionist and
modern paintings. Their value:
More than a million dollars.
Ignoring' heavy bronzes and
minor works, the thieves cut
some paintings from their
frames; they took others, frames
and all. There were 35 of then,
including some of the best of
Renoir, Braque, Cezanne, Picasso,
Utrilio, Toulouse-Lautrec, Sisley,
and Vuillard. The most valuable
was a Vuillard ($840,000). All
were taken back over the roof-
tops and down a fire escape to a
getaway truck. When the theft
was discovered the next morn-
ing only one clue was left—the
imprint of a rubber sole,
The robbery was the biggest
art theft in history and brought
an immediate reward offer
$56,000 from the firm that had
insured the paintings for $560,000.
It also brought the total value of
art treasures stolen in the U.S.,
Britain, and France during the
past twelve months to $7 million.
Surveying barren walls, the
gallery owner, Jacques O'Hana,
62, Spanish -born British subject,
explained that the front entrance
had been strongly bolted. It was
so much like "a little fortress,"
he said, that it had not been con-
sidered necessary to put strong
doors on the inner patio. For
those who enjoy collecting fa-
mous last words, he added: "I did
not imagine anyone could get in
that way."
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Lima, Peru, after the armed forces ousted the government and set up a junta of three gen-
erals and an admiral to run the country. President Manuel Prado was arrested and jailed
on the Pacific island of San Lorenzo.