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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1942-12-24, Page 2DESERT! MULLIGAN -- NOTA PICNIC aa Huddled around a campfire, members of an anti-tank crew, on the march near Safi, Morocco, cook up a stew while one of their members peers throughfield glasses as he stands guard. SERIAL STORY AN ERS FLYING BY MARY RAYMOND STEPHEN FINDS HIS LOVE CHAPTER XI The white ribbon of highway was racing under the radiator ornament now as Stephen put the accelerator almost through the floor boards as he hurtled toward the plane plant. The road turned and banked. Even as he silently prayed that Jan was safe, he thought: "Nice turn" It was strange how every- day things like mechanical co- ordination and control could in- trude at a time like this. There it was—the plant! A mile of windows stretching out of sight down the perspective of the prairie. Funny how much like an overturned cracker box it was, sprawled there in the sun. It was still a mile or so to the nearest building. The high wire fence, keeping out the curious, was on his right now ... racing znadly by in accord with the 80 - mile clip of his car. That was the runway, there. They tested the finished ships there. The pilots of the air corps ferrying command lifted new battle wagons off that asphalted stretch of runway, bound for — God only knows where. The sober thought made him think of Jan again. Stephen could see the crowds now. There were the ambulances. Police cars like jumbled dominoes. His heart almost stopped beating. Suppose— A khaki -uniformed guard was standing in the road, waving him to stop. Stephen threw caution out the window as he tramped on the foot brake. The wheels locked and tires shrilled as they skipped and skidded over the concrete. The car bounced, swerved once, straightened and—stopped. "What the devil do you think this is?" the guard was bellowing, but Stephen scarcely heard. The door was open and he jumped out, running toward the scene where the crowd was thickest. What 'was going on there? He wanted to look the other way. There was suffering here—lots of it. White -clad internes were kneeling beside inert bodies. Were they alive? Stephen couldn't tell. rl Would he find Jan in this awful mess? "Here, carry this!" One of the nurses, popping out through the opened doors of a waiting ambu- lance, shoved a case of instru- ments into Stephen's hands. With- out waiting to see if he were fol- lowing, she ran for the gate. Stephen hesitated only a frac- tion of a moment, then dashed after her. This must be the place where the blast had happened. It was a low, flat, white building— like all the others in the plant, but some of its windows were broken. Desperately, he sought some sign to tell him what part of the huge plant it was. There it was! Over the door on this end — WOODWORKING DEP A R T- MENT. Stephen's knees almost failed him as a wave of relief made him giddy. He was stand- ing inside now, looking around. Jan wasn't in this department. Thank God! But she was. The sight of her— the blessed sight of Jan. Alive— unhurt. And more than that, Jan the smoky room. Stephen thought bravely busy; right there inside he had never 'seen anything quite so sweet and gallant as Jan, with her sleeves rolled up, her face sooty. Stephen held out his arms. For one brief moment, she was close to hien. Then, she spoke, quickly. "Stephen, there's a girl in here caught under a machine. I'm afraid she's badly hurt. Conte.help me." - * Mr. Colton had arrived in town, and had hurried home. Hollis let him in, and he rushed past Christie at the door. "Where's your mother?" he asked anxiously, and then not waiting for an answer, strode into the living room. Christie, follow- ing, saw him take the sodden little ball that was her mother's hand- kerchief, cast it aside, and wipe the tears from her cheeks with his own. "What's all the excitement about?" he spoke briskly. "Jan's gone—over in Lakeville, probably. •y NOVELTY GIFT IS EASY TO MAKE s,,,.. it c p otect on provi led by combination potholder and sleeve guard which is a si nplo crochet job. Pattern No, 1174 contains list of materials needed, illustration of stitches and complete instructions, To order pattern: Write, or send above picture with your name and address with 15 cents in coin or stamps to Carol Aims„ loon 421, 73 Adelaide St, West, Toronto. At some canteen, maybe—and the house is upside down." "I must have been a poor mother, or this would never have happened," Mrs. Colton sobbed. "Nonsense." Her husband was patting her shoulder. "You've been a darn good mother. You'tre spoiled the children too much, given them too much—let them have their way. That's all." "Do you really think so, Chris?" Mrs. Colton had raised her face and was staring at him, hopefully. "Of course I do, Eleanor," his voice was unexpectedly tender. In a lash of understanding, Christie thought: They've had their petty quarrels—lots of them —during good times. But trouble, emergencies bring them close to- gether. The country was like the family. All the disagreements, tho differences that put sections of this big, vital land into opposing camps were being forgotten, shoved aside now that peril faced the nation. Her thoughts winged out toward Bart. If he were only here, now, she could turn to him with such a'passion of understanding. Only, you couldn't bridge a chasm as wide as a love for another woman, With a glance at Christiei white face, Mr. Colton said gently: "Chin up, Christie. You and yotr mother are taking Jan's adventtwe< too seriously. She'll be back and maybe feeling a lot better for a glimpse of a different type of ex- istence. How about fixing a cup of tea for your mother and me? I mean fix it yourself. It will give you something to do. It's good for people to use their hands and feet sometimes. Maybe that's why Jan ran out." "All right, Dad," Christie said, mechanically. Of course, he did not know about the accident at the airplane factory and that Jan was working in a welding depart- ment. And he didn't know she and Bart had cracked up. If he had known these things, he would not be feeling so confident that things would work out. Christmas Eve Ontario Hospital In Hitler'. s Reich Will Be Neither Tranquil Nor Holy This Year Christmas Eve leas always meant much to Germans, says the New York Times. Every family feasted and looked forward to ah cheerful nnew year. Accordingly government is doing its best to make the most of the traditional spirit. There are to be special rap tions for the civilian population and ono kilo of peas or beans, one of flour and sugar and a large sausage for every soldier on leave, while Czechs, Poles, ,Greeks, Frenchmen a n d Yugoslavians starve. All this, Germans are al- ready told, is made possible by good harvests at home and the exploitation of occupied countries. Thus are conquest and Hitler's conception of peace on earth and will toward men to be justified. * * Will the German people content themselves with this? They -know that the little extra mea to be doled out comes from cattle slaughtered for lack of fodder, that six million foreigners who are forced to labor must be fed that thousands of (Ukrainians and Rus- sians brought into Germany must be provided with shoes, that the health of the country is in a pre- carious state, and that the strie-•• test control is necessary even in • foreign countries to prevent infla- tion., Worst of all is the problem of national health. With only one physician left for every 12,000 civ- ilians, Germany faces a medical collapse which must have far- reaching effects • on war produc- tion. The tuberculosis rate is ris- ing so rapidly that a new national organization' has been created to take the place of divers state, pri- vate, city and party institutions. Diphtheria, pneumonia and other infectious diseases, are taking more than the usual toll. The death rate for live births and far the age group between one and 20 years has been rising alarmingly. Such Is the shortage of •medicines that the lines at drug stores are as long as those at food shops. Hos- pitals are so overcrowded with wounded soldiers that civilians must be cared for ,at Home, chief-' ly by their families. M ,, * Despite the attacks on the church, Germans Will sing "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht" (Silent Night, Holy Night) as of yore. But this Christmas Eve will be neith- er tranquil nor holy. The older generation will heave a nostalgic sigh when it contrasts it with its predecessors of happier times. "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht"— the sentiment must seem a mock- ery now. And all because a ruling clique led by a fanatic has yet to discover that the precepts of the great religions express age-old con- victions of civilized mankind and stand for something more than the imaginary predestination of any one nation to rule the world. Remembering h e r father's wishes, she motioned the servants aside, and put the water on to boil. She was thinking, I didn't even know how to make tea until 1 started keeping house for Bart. When she came back into the living room, her mother was look- ing more cheerful. Christie could see she had made up her face again. Christie was thinking with a little pang: "Mother is like that. In a few days, she'll be scrapping with us again." The thought brought a half smile, Well, you couldn't change people. You could only accept their differences, and love them in spite of minor flaws. That was what Dad had done. He had gone right along, loving his pretty, streamlined wife, .see- ing her good points and generous- ly making allowances for; her faults. , She placed the tray on the cof- fee table in front of them, And then stood very still as the door- bell sounded. "Hollis will answer," her father • suggested. "No, let nie," Christie breathed. Her heart was beating frau- tically. Dad was right. It .was going to be good news. It must be! * ' * She :flung the door wide, ' San aa,nds, Stephen stood there = Jan lboking weary,. like 'a wan: Cin: derella who had been down among the cinders. ' But in spite of the' smudges and the gtieer plain froth she was wearing; Jan wa's radi- antly lovely. The next mom:nt Jan was i.r. Christie's arms, ' whispering peni- tently: "Oh, Christie, can you ever forgive me?" And the next mo- ment, she was surrounded• by the arms of her parents. Inside, the story was told. 13y Stephen, with little interrul,t'ons by Jain. "The piaeo was a moss," Cte MOVIE MIRACLE Plays Dual Role Hospital For Sick Children, Toronto„ Needs Help it sometimes happens that verY young babies, who have been aban- doned by their parents, find their way to the Hospital for Sick Chil- dren, Toronto. Not long ago a three -weeks -old baby girl was found late in the even- ing, crying on the doorstep of a pri- vate dwelling. The infant was wraclothes and a- peared t have h warmped M the best of atten- tion. There was no clue as to the parents. Police were called, and the baby was taken to the Hospital for Sick Children, where she was given a warm welcome by the night staff. "Welcome little sister," said the nurse who took the infant from the coat and two blankets in which it was wrapped. "Kick around and enjoy yourself," the nurse continued, as the little one laughed at her in glee as if she knew she had found a new home. Who knows what tragic story lies behind this incident. But perhaps it brought some grain of comfort to the mother's heart to know that her little brown -eyed baby was in such callable hands. How wonderful it would be if every case ended as happily as this one! But all too often there is a sombre side to the story. For well over half a century the Hospital for Sick Children has been a sanctuary for the sick•and crippled children from every part of Ontario. Accident cases; children with de- formed backs and limbs; defective eyesight; rare diseases and physical disabilities; all are cared for and nursed back to health, regardless of race, creed or the ability of parents to pay the, cost of hospitalization. This worthy institution which ac- cepts its little patients regardles's of race, creed or financial circum- stances has just started its annual Christmas appeal for funds to meet an unavoidable deficit, and to enable its work to be continued in just as effective a manner as in the past. This year $138,000 must be raised. Government grants have not risen with the tremendously increased costs of the past three years of war. No help is received from the To- ronto Federation for Community Service because of the fact that pa- tients are admitted to the Hospital from every part of the Province. There is dire necessity behind this appeal for help. Little children depend on it for their chance for health. Your gift should be mailed to the Appeal Secretary, The Hos- pital for Sick Children, 67 College Street, Toronto. A chance for health and happiness Is the greatest possible gift to little children. You've never heard of Jennifer Jones, but she has been selected. to play the much sought after leading role in "The Song of. Bernadette," based on the famous miracle of Lourdes. The Tulsa, Okla., girl,• whose real name is Phyllis • Isley, is pictured in the nun's costume she will wear in the film. phen said soberly. "Nurses and doctors had only been there a little while, and they were giving first aid right there. I looked around and couldn't find Jan, Then I went into the building at the left. I didn't really expeet to see her because it, wasn't her department. "And then suddenly I saw her—" "And I. saw him," Jan cried happily. "I rushed right into his arms." "A ,guard carne in," ,,Stephen continued, "and he yelled out: 'This isn't a park, young people.' " "That," Jan concluded, "was when Stephen was kissing ine." (Concluded Next Week) Rubber Front Wood; A. synthetic rubber from wood products has been developed in Sweden, suitable for bieycio tires but not for motor cars.. ISSUE 52—'42 All Battleships Called Warships All battleships are warships, but all warships are not battle- ships, says the Windsor Star. Every vessel of war is called a warship. But, the battleships are the big warships. They are the giant fellows of from 25,000 to 50,000 tons.. They carry 12 - inch, 15 -inch, or 16 -inch guns as well as smaller armament. In the United States, the battle- ships are named for states. The aircraft carriers are named for battles. • The cruisers are named for cities. And, the destroyers are named for people. The battleships are the capital ships of the line. They are the warships which form the backbone of a fleet. TABLE TALKS SADIE B. CHAMBERS Happy New Year To All 1 feel I could do no better than, repeat to you for New Years. the message for Christmas, There are so many, many reasons foie which to be happy in this Chris- tian land of ours, in spite of much - sadness and anxiety. To inake this happiness real may we all resolve with all earnestness to 'do our part to be worthy of the "Brotherhood of Man," hnsl be worthy of the Victory, which we, know is going to be ours, NEW YEAR'S DINNER MENU Grapefruit and Orange Cocktail (topped with cherry) - Roast Goose Savoury Dressing Giblet Gravy Mashed Potatoes Glazed Onions Tomato Jelly Salad (Served on lettuce with Salad dressing) Mock Mince Pie Beverage of .Choice Savoury Dressing Mash potatoes finely, season with onion, sage, salt and pepper. Apples may be substituted for the potatoes. Do not fill the fowl more than two thirds full. Glazed Onions 24 small white onions 2 tablespoons butter 6 tablespoons sugar 2 teaspoons water Peel onions and cook in boiling salted water until tender. Drain. Melt butter, add sugar and ,water; add onions. Simmer long enough -to glaze and brown the surface of the onions. Mock Mince Pie 13 cups seeded raisins 4 medium-sized tart apples Grated rind of 1 orange Juice of 1 orange 1/a cup of fruit juice or cider % cup sugar (less if fruit juice sweet) r/z teaspoon cloves % teaspoon mace 3 tablespoons finely crushed cracker crumbs 2 tablespoons white corn ,syrup Chop the raisins; pare, core and slice the apples. Combine raisins and apples. Add orange rind, orange juice and other fruit juice. Cover in saucepan and simmer until apples are soft. Stir and add sugar, spices and cracker crumbs, blending well. Sufficient filling for 1 medium sized pie. • Mrs, L1111111boFs '0'0eo111e: pe1', onn1 letters trot° interested readers. Site is pleased to receive suggestions on topics for tier eoiuntn, and la Vn ready to listen to your :,pet peeves." Requests for recipes or special menus are In order. Address your letters to "Miss Sadie It. Chant. hers, 73 West Adelaide Street, 'Po - runt o."Send stamped self-addressed envelope If you wish n reulr. Best Wood Fuels The best hardwood fuels are beech, yellow birch, rock elm, hickory, hard maple and oak, It has been shown that about one and one-quarter cords of such wood have the same heating value as one ton (2,000 lbs.) of coal. CHRISTMAS DINNER UP-TO-DATE By BARBARA B. BROOKS The Christmas dinner includes, of course, the proverbial turkey and dressing, cranberries, steaming plum pudding or mince pie, but there are new versions of even these traditional dishes. Try Spiced Oven -Popped Cereal with the tomato juice far the first course. The turkey will •be something more than super stuffed with a fluffy ' cereal dressing. Chiffon Mince Pie is a modern recipe for an old favourite. Here are some up-to-date additions to the festive meal: Spiced Oven -Popped Cereal 2 tablespoons butter teaspoon cinnamon 1 teaspoon mustard seed Few grains pepper Ve teaspoon curry powder 8 cups oven -popped cereal 1.4, teaspoon salt 1 cup roasted, salted peanuts Melt butter in heavy frying pan; add mustard seed,, cover, and cook until seeds begin to pop. Add curry powder, salt, cinnamon, pepper, cereal and peanuts. Stir constantly until cereal and peantits are thoroughly heated -and combined with seasonings, Serve as an appetizer. Yield: 10 servings. Oven -Popped Cereal Stuffing 3 cup rice 1/4, cup chopped onion 8 cups boiling water 5i/ cups (1 pkg.) oven -popped i teaspoon salt cereal 2 tablespoons minced parsley 1 tablespoon poultry seasoning % cup diced celery i/z teaspoon salt • eup stock or water Wash rice thoroughly in a sieve; .drain well. Add •rice to boiling salted water slowly.so.that water continues to -bubble.- Boil rapidly 15 to 20 minutes until rice is tender; drain in sieve. Brown celery and onion in fat; stir in rice and mix well. Crush cereal into coarse crumbs; add parsley, seasonings, and .stock; coma bine with rice and mix thoroughly. Sufficient stuffing for one fowl. Stuffing may he baked in a covered casserole in a moderate -oven (375°F.) for 25 minutes. Yield: 3% cups stuffing.- Fluffy Mince Pie 4 , cups corn flakes OR l cup melted butter 3 cups oven -popped cereal % eup sugar 1 tablespoon unflavored gelatin 3 tablespoons melted butter 1%, cups water nt cup lemon juice 9 ounce package mincemeat z cup sugar 2 eggs, separated • ' . Roll cereal' into fine crumbs; combine with butter and sugar, mixing well. Press mixture evenly and firmly around sides and bottom of pie pan. Bake in.• moderate oven (850t33\) for about 8 minutes; cool before adding filling or pie shell may be thoroughly chilled without baking. Soften gelatin in 14 cup of the water. Add remaining '1% cups water to inineemeat and cook until mixture thickens slightly, Beat egg yolks, add ,butter, ,lemon juice _and sugar, Add to mincemeat. Continue cooking until mixture thickens. Add gelatin and stir until dissolved. Mi cup fat •Cool. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites, Pour into :crumb pie shell and chill about 1 hour or until firm enough to cut, Yield: 1 9 -inch pie. I4ote: If homemade mincemeat is used, reduce water to 14 cup and use 2 cups mincemeat.