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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1924-10-23, Page 2You'' l o7 GREEN TEA The exquisite flavor indicates the perfect blending of choice teas, Ask for a package"todey. FREE SAMPLE of GREEN TEA UPON REQUEST. "SALAD." TORONTO II About the House TEN COMMANDMENTS TO PARENTS. Another school year is now in full swing. With all the enthusiasm and eagerness of a child, several thousand youngsters have begun their first or a new year of their school life. It often develops that this enthusiasm and in- terest in their school work becomes a strain that may tend to cause the child to be nervous and • irritable, and eventually rob him of health and the enjoyment of his youth. Dr. Park J. White, child specialist, says that the best cure for this nerv- ousness is prevention, and gives these ten commandments to parents to help their children. 1. Be sure that the child is in good physical condition. Nervousness should be the last diagnosis made. 2. Never let the child hear you or anyone else talk about him. 3. Make few requests and have them obeyed, instead of many requests that are not followed up. 4. Remember that a child always knows more than the proudest parent thinks he does. Keep him occupied. 5. If you must worry about your child, don't let hila see it. He looks to you for strength, not weakness. 6. Never say, "Boys will be boys." It covers too many sins. 7. Never hire anyone to do the ac- tual bringing up of your child. Try to fit yourself for the task. 8. Enter into your child's fun just, as much as into his discipline. Other- wise, you will scarcely know each other. 9. Know all about your child's teachers and his friends without seeming to interfere. 10. At the proper time, talk to your children --father to son, mother to daughter—of sex, as naturally as you would of digestion. "Once a child has developed one or more of the great catalog of nervous -symptoms;' says this specialist, "the greatest hope of cure lies in correcting the physical trouble that may be re- sponsible. Failing. this, the child's environment much be changed, either by purging the house of nervous adults, by sending the child • away for a visit, by providing new companions, by putting him in a new school if the old one has really been at fault, or by putting him in bed for a rest cure. ' said, quinces and three sweet apples through the food chopper. Boil the quince parings in enough water" to make one quart after the parings have become tender. -Drain off the juice and add two quarts of sugar. Boil. until it is syrupy, then add the quince and apple pulp and cook slowly until it is as thick as jelly. Pour into jelly glasses, and when cool seal with melt FOR LATE SEASON CANNING. The follovring recipes are all a bit dfferent, and will fill your shelves with delicious additions for winter menus. The recipes given all use the "garden's last offerings," and may be mads after the weather begins to get cooler. Quince -Apple Preserves—Put six Dusty hands are germ -carriers Everywhere, every day, the hands are touching things covered with dust. Countless times those dust -laden hands touch the face and the lips in the course of a day. Consider -dust is a source of in- fection and danger. Lifebuoy Protects Take no chances --- cleanse your hands frequently with the rich, creamy lather of Lifebuoy. Life- buoy contains a wonderful health ingredient which .goes deep down into the pores of the skin, purify- ing them of any lurking infection. The clean, antiseptic odour van- ishes in a few seconds, but the protection o£ Lifebuoy remains, HEALTH SOAP Moro than Soap-a,lfealth habit LEVET, BROTHERS LIMITED TORONTO Lb -4-98 • Beatrice and thc dose BY HONORE WILLSIE. PART L i cheerful best to keep up a conversation Beatrice sat on the to most bar of concerning the condition of the honey p bees and the new hives, which were his the four -barred gate, This particular, special care and pride. As soon as bar of this particular gate had been possible, Beatrice left the table, When her favorite thinking -spot since, in she was gone her father again manned her slender -legged childhood, her heels his guns. had tatooed the very dents still to be' The subject of her distaste of house - seen in the second bar. 1 work, her love of books, • her dislike for The old man, hobbling, slowly across, the society of the farmer youths of the !neighborhood, had once occupied the her reverie,' did not in the least dis- entire meal hour; but a certain quiet turb her dreaming.. His Jeyes lingered dignit. that Beatr• ice was acquiring,, tenderly on her as he drew nearer. I with her eighteen years, had lately "Beatrice l" he called. "Beatrice, caused her father to curb his tongue' better" come in now, dearie." la little. So it was Grandfather Ed -1 The girl jumped lightly from her gren who received full benefit of the perch. usillade. "Saving me from another scolding,l "I can't under(i��stand it," began John eh,� randfather? Bless your heart!" over phis pouring strawberries. "What of cream Your father'll be in from the field Beatrice think is to become of her pretty soon now," the old man said. I She turns up her nose at every fellow Beatrice put her arm: through, his, in the township, and some of them are and turned him' toward the house. (mighty well -to -do, -too. Why, my sis- "It's a pretty place; g,.randfather." tors used to turn out as much work in she said.a day as ,Beatrice does in a year." „ „ "Beatrice comes of different stock," "Yes," said the old ,man, I still suggested Grandfather Edgren, mi1& think so after seeing it for severity- I. ev ty odd years." 'en 1 "She's nay child as much as her Across the pasture lay the old red. mother's, .ain't she?" stormed Walcott. ed paraffin. brick house, almost hidden by Virginia 1 "And I tell you I don't see how any Tomato and Apple Relish—Grind creeper. Elms and maples filled the child of mine can spend her days sniff - together twelve apples, six mangoes, great yard." It was a quiet old hduse,'ing at flowers, fussing over flower six green tomatoes, and one pound of with many windows anti' gabled: roofs. {beds and mooning at the landscape. I seeded raisins. Add ' one quart of "Yes,pretty I? a it's a prett l:eA' repeate ed wih she had been a boy. As it is, , she 11 never amount to shucks." vinegar, two cups of brown sugar, one Beatrice, "and I should" Bate to leave "r have a feeling," went on the teaspoon celery seed, and one table- it." spoon of salt. Cook for one hour, stir- Grandfather Edgren ring occasionally to prevent sticking alarm and burning. Pour into jars and seal. Horseradish and Beet Relish—One pint of beets, cooked and chopped, one- half pint of grated horseradish root, one teaspoon of salt, one tablespoon of sugar, and two-thirds cup of vine- gar. Pack in small jars. Sweet Apple Pickles—For these, use small apples. Cut them in half and remove the core, but do not peel. Pack closely in a sterilized jar and fill with the following: To. one quart of water add one and a half cups of dark brown syrup, a scant cup of vinegar, two or things just as your .mother and I fit to take the responsibility of it" three sticks of cinnamon, broken up,would." •Iooked-out the The girl's sweet face saddened as window toward his beloved beehives. her companion spoke, andWher dark! I' nottafraid, he answered. Bea - eyes watched, unseeingly, the pigeons trice': mother was a dreamer, too, and Beatrice looks: like her." dipping about the '. eaves of the old, John . Walcott's reply caught in his barn. Then her lips curved into . a throat as he looked toward the door - sudden smile. way. "Grandfather," she cied, "the first "Grandfather.," said Beatrice, "will brier rose!" She knelt 'Close • by the you come into the garden with me?" gentle old voice opposite, "that some stopped in one of the Edgrens, some day, will amount to a great many shucks; if "You are not thinking of leaving it, not Beatrice, then one of Beatrice's . Beatrice?" he cried. children. We have always been quiet The girl shook her head.no, people, yet"—herea note of pride rr "It's use for mne to lhink of lean crept into the quavering voice we in it,grandfather,you know. Father have never •been beholden to any one g for sustenance. This property, unen- won't let me learn anything but house- cumbered, has been in the family for keeping. If there were need for my, a hundred and fifty years." doing the work, I wouldn't complain!''. John Walcott looked a little uneom I wish your mother had lived, Bea-! fortable. His place was merely that. trice," the old man said. "She could of regent. The beautiful old farm have done anything with your father. would belong to Beatrice."Of course, I know that," he said Not• but what .John • means well," het in a slightlmore conciliatory tone, interrupted, "but—but he doesn't seer"and what I want is to make Beatrice and a tablespoon of whole cloves. Ad- just rubbers and screw the tops on as far as you can with the thumb and first finger. Sterilize in hot water bath for three-fourths of an hour. • la -$(.1 Nee d!..,e--'24. A NEW GAME. • A new game, which always causes much amusement, is Funny Faces. All the outfit required to play it.is a table, a lamp, a pencil, a sheet of paper ruled in two-inch squares, an old newspaper and two or more fun -loving persons. An umpire may be useful but is not strictly necessary, for the winner can be determined by written :vating; slips. - If an umpire is to decide_ who is the winner,' he should not know the mune bers that belong to the players. Numbers corresponding to the num- ber of persons playing are written on slips of paper and passed in a hat. The umpire sits apart from the players, who do not call out their numbers. Lay the sheet of paper on the table by the side of the lamp, crumple a piece of newspaper into a ball the size of a large marble, lay it at the side of a square near the lamp, so that the ball will cast a shadow in the centre of the square. Keep turning the ball, until it casts a shadow somewhat re- sembling a face. Outline the face with a pencil, add an eye, an ear, hair, a neck line, collar, or anything the play- er's fancy may suggest. Anyone who has the faculty of put- ting in extra touches, so as to accen- tuate the outline of the face, can get some exceedingly laughable results: Each player signs his number under his drawing, together with a title. The player who draws the most amusing or striking portrait and names it most aptly wins the first prize. THE FAMILY POCKET -BOOK. "With all my goods I thee endow," The marriage service ran, That William blithe:y chanted; And was made a happy man. And he really thinks he meant It, Long with "better and for worse." But it's down in William's pocket That you'll find the family purse. He'd be 'very much insulted, And he'd rant and rave and tear, If you hinted that his helpmate Really ought to have a share. "Pay her wages like a servant Hired to do her little taskt Everything I have is hers, sir! All she has to do is- -ask." "And she has the butter money, Buys what groceries she thinks best. And I never think of asking What she does with all the rest." "All things else we have in common, All is hers as well as mine." But it's down in William's pocket That those family dollars shine. THE. CENTRE OF INTERIESDD A Little Lesson In Living I, enjoyed a great privilege this Summer, I was allowed to sojourn for a part of my vacation with the artists' colony which every summer gathers on the Ox Bow of the Kelaima- zoo river,.uer, Saugatuck, Michigan, I want to pass on to you it little les- son in living which I learned while lolling among the busily happy wor- shippers of beauty who spend their holiday working with brush and pa- lette, amid the endlessly varying charms of light and shadow on the oak clad sand dunes and mirroring river surface. One of my first friends was practis- ing his magic upon an easeled eanvas on the river bank. His subject was a little group of frame buildings ---the Ox Bow studio—against a background of trees, The sun" and shadow on the' sloping roofs of red and ou the green walla constituted the lure for his brush -or rather for his. palette knife, He explained to•me that he preferred the latter 'to any brush, and I marvel- ed as he spread his oily pigment,;but- tering .his canvas. as I might butter toast, and evolving from this seeming- ly primitive: process a wonder of har- mony in line and color such as no mere toast butterer ever dreamed of achieving. Between him and his subject stood another artist at another easel, and my friend had put him 1n his picture, at the edge of his canvas, looking out toward the edge and away from the group of studio buildings. Presently ,came by a third member of the colony—one whose ability and attainment had given him the right to comment upon the work of others, and whose criticism was valued as that of the sg. eeing eye and the understanding heart. He stood for a moment watching the. palette. knife as• it spread the color, strengthening a high light, deepening' or subduing a shadow; and then he spoke: ".'So you are.trying to do what can't be done!" he said. It was said half - humorously, but'with a• kindly posi- tiveness. - y "But I think it can!" answered m friend. "Yes," continued the critic. "We had a student at the Art Institute last year who thought it could. He took three months to learn he was mis- taken." My uninitiated mind became curious to know. what was the impossible which my friend had undertaken to prove possible. I -waited eagerly for the argument to disclose the cause of the controversy, unnamed as, yet, but evidently- understood by both. "You `cannot put a figure in your pic- ture, on the edge of your canvas' and looking out of it, and preserve its centre of interest. You axe dissipating interest," said the critic. "But thisandthis, and this," replied my friends indicating with his thumb the sweep of line, the massing. of light and shadow in the composition of the picture, "all contribute to the interest centre, and I will tone down the figure a bit-" His defense was in reality an admis- sion, and being a very wise man the critic knew it, so he spent no words in further argument. "Very well," he concluded, "go on with your experiment; but it can't be done," and wandered off to speak words of wisdom to some other adven- turer in the enchanted realm of Art. Now being no .artist myself, all of this might have meant little or nothing to'.me were it not for my habit Of look- ing for the life lesson in such things. But the making of a life is in many ways like the making of a picture; and in this way.es much as in any other— if life is to be effective it must have a centre of interest, and •everything must contribute to it. No life can be really beautiful without such a centre, and its beauty can never appeal and satisfy as it should if there be in it rivalling elements which divert and distract—figures looking out of the canvas as if there :lay elsewhere an equally or more important interest. Many lives are marred in both beauty and usefulness by failure to obi serve this .fundamental principle. It is not that there may be only one beautiful thing, one worth while thing in life, but that there must be one thing which predominates, and to which all else that is lovely and worth while contributes, interest and'value; garden fence and smelled the fragile Beatrice was very like her mother;; thing. "I'll not pick it yet," she :mule very like the old portrait that hung in the ntur ed "not untilfaced girl and that laughingsebaa sweetr �a " in Beatrice! Beatrice!" called 6 heavy arms, It was. one f te griefshof voice from the porch. i f - I Beatrice'.s life that she had been so "Coming, father," answered' the girl, young that she.could not ,realize in rising slowly, and, aga ing the whose -arms she was `held; and it was cid maps arra llhe t3 p' thn, the great grief of Jolain Walcott'slife (that those tender arms had.;. held the baby for so"short a time. As he look- ed at his daughter's' face above the white gown, a' face `too sad for. its years, a memory of that other face, which he had truly adored, clutched at his heart. Without a word he watch- ed the old man and the girl go out into the garden; and long after .Brid- get had cleared the table he sat star- ing into the gathering twilight. Grandfather Edgren and Beatrice walked up and down the garden paths together, pausing now before a group of lilies ethereally soft in the fading light, now before a mass of phlox of wonderful hue and luxuriance. "They are beautiful, child—beauti- ful! I don't see how you do' it I" "I think out most of it sitting on the pasture gate. Somehow, I can plan best there," answered Beatrice, smiling whimsically. That evening, as they"sat on the porch listening to the' measured notes of the crickets. Grandfather Edgren was unusually silent. A new idea was stirring in the old man's mind. Bea- trice so loved her flowers, she delved over them so persistently, read and studied • over them so faithfully, it seemed a pity that her' efforts should not lead to some end which might meet John Walcott's approval. After Bea - bricked' garden walk the vine* cover porch. "Beatrice;" her father began, "are you never going to 'take the responsi-!, bility of the house? It's pretty hard on me to have to run both the farm and the house, while you are out moon - OATMEAL COOKIES. • • Put rolled oats through the meat grinder until you have four cupfuls. 'I'o these add two cupfuls of flour, one cupful of white sugar, one cupful of shortening -either butter or pork drippings, not lard=one teaspoonful of salt, a small teaspoonful of soda dissolvd in a cupful of warni water. Mix soft. Piave ready some dates, seeded grid Beatrice did not answer until she had helped her grandfather up the steps. "But, father," she said then, "Brid get does everything better than I could ever hope to, and she has managed so long : that she resents a suggestion from me." Mr. Walcott brought his fist down heavily on the back of a chair. "That's not the point," he said de- cisively. "I want my daughter to be a thorough housekeeper, and she'll never learn it by ]ally -gagging in the woods. My mother would • turn over in her grave if she thought I' had such a daughter." Beatrice waited to hear no more, but slipped Into the hallway. Grandfather Edgren looked at his son-in-law sadly. "You don't understand Beatrice, I'm afraid, John," he said. "No, and I don't want to," snorted John Walcott. "You've no business to. encourage her in her laziness, father. Come, supper must be ready," and he followed Beatrice into the hall. The interior of the old house was as attractive as the exterior. A broad, cool waiscoted hall stretched through it, with wide -swung doors at either end, through which one caught," on the one hand a glimpse of summer fields and the lane, where a line oi? cattle wandered toward the barnyard, and,; on the other hand the quaint old gar- den with its tangle of bloom. rt was not strange that Grandfather Edgren and Beatrice loved the place. The supper hour was not a con- genial one, though the old man did his spread open. Roll out the dough, trim the edges, then lay the dates over half the dough, turning the other ;half over the dates. Press firtnly together with the rolling pin, cut cookies in any de- sired shapes and bake in a kinick oven. They are delicious. A GARDEN IN A MUFFIN PAN. Has your faithful muffin pan sprung a leak and ceased to be oven- worthy? Those- very holes are useful! And for a muffin tin garden there, should- be two or three shall ones in each,pup. Pound them in with a nail. Next paint the whole pan a dull green enamel. Place good soil suitable for nasturtiums in each cup. Plant sev- eral seeds to each cup and then watch them grow into a very decorative and ,ror f dls aro the new kind of h garden" It living room. Mthar'd's Linl'mont tteate cu*i.. • trice and her fat er had gone to bed, and the house lay quiet in the moon- light, a lamp burned late in the old man's room. ` He was writing a letter to an old-time friend's son, whose pri- vate • greenhouses were widely known, asking would he stop in to see whether the girl's flowers were salable, if he ever passed that way. For the next few days, for different reasons, Beatrice and her Grandfather Edgren went about with an air of absent-minded expectancy—a fact that. John Walcott almost be irritated J n W and c y endurance. Even the hiving of a new swarm of bees had seldom enthralled Grandfather Edgren as did the possi- bilities of a reply, to his letter. Each morning, as the postman's gig appear- ed in a dusty cloud far down the road, the old man hobbled down the lane to intercept it. (To be continued.) A Scotch Gift. "Here, Annie, here's something for your birthday," announced an old Scotchman, handing his servant a cheque for five dollars, but with the signature line blank, "Keep it, an' on your next birthday I'll sign it." i16 After Every Meal l'# the lonoest-lusting, confection you can buy .,and It's 1 help todi. gesflon and a "• cleanser for the mouth and teeth. Wrigley's mesas benefit as well as pleasure. E We Make Payments Daily. We Pay i xpr ess Clutx'ges. We Supply Cans. Highest Ruling Prices Paid. BOWES CO., Limited Toronto COLOR IT NEW WITH "DIAMOND DYES" Beautiful home dye- =� ing and tinting is guaranteed with Dia- mond Dyes. Just clip in cold water to 'tint soft, delicate shades, i or boil to dye rick, permanent col ors. Each 15 -cent package contains directions so simple any woman ` l�sC►lI can dye or tint lin- gerie, silks, ribbons, skirts, waists, dresses, coats, stockings, sweaters, draperies, coverings, hangings, every- thing new. Buy "Diamond !)yes" --•-no other kind —and tell your druggist whether the material you wish to wool color is w or silk, or whether it is linen, cotton, or nixed goods. from which, in truth, all, else in the picture derives its measure of charm and significance. So as the artist must choose what he will have in his piotu.re and. what he will leave out, you, who' would make . a life, must choose. First, what is your centre of interest; then, what win contribute to it—so the picture, and so the life, is .made. And as I watched these artists, I no -1 ttced this -None of them was taking himself for the centre of interest, but; everyonewho showed any sign at all: of painting good pictures was putting' himself into his painting; expressing, and interpreting himself in terms of the world of beauty . about him, In terms of the interest to be found in other _forms and other faces. And that is also a little lesson in liv, Ing which I learned this Summer -a. little lesson in beautiful living. For'I found that as these artists had Veen_ making their pictures of beauty they - had also been making personalities of, wonderful charm.—S. J. Duncan -Clark in "Success." For Sore Feet—Minard'e Liniment. v.. c fro] int rec ter wig on toll abc oht r the thi eel sol chi the it me wit Of he Af sil wh ha tha rid vil an ly . he ve co ho we ed ca on ho of be ne re he da fr di th p1+ .an TO th vs] Al as Two. "Boss, when do I get my vaca- tions?" "Vacations? How many vacations do you get,' huh?" 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