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The Lucknow Sentinel, 1924-09-25, Page 7Bulb Planting Time is Here 7 •3* The ease with which hardy spring­ flowering bulbs may be grown has made this phase of gardening extreme­ ly popular. Much of this popularity is due to the fact that these plants bloom at a season when all growing things are just awakening from their winter sleep. The trees are yet bare and leaf­ less, or just beginning to swell their buds, when our beds and borders may be a blaze of color. Spring-flowering bulbs should be planted early; although some species do not suffer to any appreciable extent, even if not planted until November,' the smaller bulbs, such as snow-drops, scillas and glory of the snow should be in the soil as scon as possible, say, late September or early October. Although hyacinths, used alone, make a great showing soon after the J frost leaves us in spring, yet it is an j advantage to use some of the lesser • bulbs or dwarf perennials with them j to heighten the effect and also to pro- ; long the beauty of the bed. Inter-' mediate lines of narcissus will follow 1 in time of blooming shortly after the hyacinths are past their best, and at no time will they obscure or lessen the effect of the hyacinths. Arab-.s Alpina, the white reck' cress, : makes a fine carpet for any of the col- ' ored hyacinths. Another charming , hardy plant to utilize in the same manner is the Cerastium or snow in ' summer. Since the great beauty and value of ' the May-flowering tulips have been fully appreciated, they are being plant- ■ ed in ever-increasing numbers each fall, and this is the type to plant for permanent effects in the hardy bbr- der, for, unlike the early-flow'ering Dutch tulips, they can be left undis­ turbed for several years. However, to give us a longer tulip season we must also include in the planting table a selection of early varieties. Gorgeous color effects are to be had from tulips, and although a bed of mixed colors is not to be des­ pised, yet such a bed lacks harmony such as we can have by a selection of named varieties planted in beds of one color, or of any design. The double-flowered early tupils are excellent subjects for bedding; they last much longer than the singles, but are not quite so graceful. I am, how­ ever, very partial to the double-flower­ ed type; their lasting qualities and their great size of bloom appeal to the flower lover. In the case of May-flowering tulips a mass of one color is preferable to mix­ tures. When we remember that these late- flowering tupils grow to a height of from two to three feet with foliage heavy and strong, it is well to give the plants plenty of room; therefore, in setting out the bulbs they are placed four to six inches apart. It is better to select a permanent position for them, in the bulb garden proper, or established in the hardy flower border. Bulb planting should be finished by early ovember; in fact, it were better to plant about the middle of October. I 4 :;-<y | the ground, about the size of a barrel, dia. The sides are smooth mason -work. The fire is built at the bottom and kept burning until the walls or sides of the oven are thoroughly heated. Enough dough to form a sheet about England. (By an Australian on Her First Visit to the Motherland). “I thought that when my stranger-eyes Beheld this dreamed-of treasure-trove With primrose-haunted memories, With proud and daffodilling love I’d laugh and bare my head to Eng­ lish rains, Run singing through the green of Eng­ lish lanes, stooping bj’ a hedge kiss the sweet earth gave my fathers birth. And That “But there’s no laughter on my lips Nor yet a song, but like a bird Stumbling on beauty’s soul there slips Into my mouth a sobbing word— England! Her fields are furrowed in my heart, Her rivers are the little tears that start As to some shadow-quiet place I creep, Like a shy child, to weep.” —P.T., in Morning Post. i Trouble Borrowers. There’s many a trouble Would burst like a bubble, And into the waters of Lethe depart; Did we not rehearse it, And tenderly nurse it, And give it a permanent place in the heart. There’s many a sorrow Would vanish to-morrow, Were we but willing to furnish the wings; So sadly intruding And quietly brooding, It hatches out all sorts of horrible things. Mystery Creatures of the Jungles. To those who imagine, as many do, that Nature has no further surprises in store for us in the shape of new ani­ mals and birds, the news that an ex­ pedition is in South America attempt­ ing to capture the hoazin, a very rare species of surprise. But the crest and peak, is by no means the only mystery creature known to exist to-day. In the heart of Central Africa, where the jungle in many places has never been penetrated by white men, there is to.be found a strange leopard-like animal, striped after the fashion of a zebra, that so far has evaded classifi­ cation by natural history experts. What is known as the hippo-horse is another mysterl-ous beast that roams the African wilds. The natives have long spoken of it, but it was not until a few months ago that a white man, Mr. H. E. Lee, made its acquaintance. He saw the animal half-immersed in a pool, its mouth, cheeks, and ears were like those of a horse, hut its head was like that of a hippopotamus, with two long, erect horns on its snout. The new Guinea forests are believed to be the home of more than one ani­ mal unknown to natural history, while the dense jungles of Borneo and Brazil contain others, among them a long lizard-like creature that is said to be capable of flying. The giant bush pig of Kenya Colony is another beast that is so rarely seen that its existence is doubter by some, although several reputable travelers claim to have observed it. water fowl, will come as a hoazin, with its cockatoo its formidably powerful How welcome the seeming Of looks that are beaming, Whether one’s wealthy or whether one’s poor! Eyes bright as a berry, Cheeks red as a cherry, The groan and the curse and the heart­ ache can cure. Resolve to be merry, And worry to ferry Across the famed waters that bid us forget; And no longer fearful, But happy and cheerful, We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet. Even trying makes success. But Got Stung. 1st Schoolboy—“Huh, he thought he’d have a cinch winnin’ that spellin1 bee! ” 2nd Ditto—“Yea, an’ got stung!” the great and.gallant services of her. tifegiment m the war ' .Cady Patricia pgmsay. Colonel ?n Chief of .’•.'■f; .%noass 'Patricia’s Canadian tight infantry, dedicates this panel. ■ 1914-1^18 O J:-:-: 1 IN HONOR OF CANADIAN HEROES Patricia Ramsay has placed a panel in the chapel of the Royal Military College, Sandhurst, to commemorate the glorious deeds of her regi­ ment (the Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry) in the Great War. The panel is in white marble, forming part of a general memorial scheme in the chapel, which commemorates nearly every regiment in the British army. Each panel has the regimental badge in the centre and an inscription below. Lady Patricia’s panel -was the first one erected there in commemoration of a Canadian unit. Lady A Poem You Ought to Know. The Children’s Hour. There was a time when children were enjoined to be “seen but not heard,” when their natural playfulness was repressed, to break Longfellow did much down this foolish custom. the dark and the daylight, the night lower, Comes a pause in tions, That is known Hour. Between When I is beginning to the day’s occupa- -as the Children’s hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper and then a silence; Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning gether To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! to- They climb up into my turret O’er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, And I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all? I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. Such Scouts, who hail from taking an early morning splash in the water troughs for their use at the largest jamboree ever held at Wembley. And there will I keep you for ever, Yes, for ever and a day, Till the walls shall tumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! - — ——».»----------------- - Poem Carved on a Tree. | On the Thames Brows Estate, near , Wallingford, England, are the famous : “Wittenham Clumps,” a prominent ■ landmark which dominates the Berk- | shire and Oxfordshire countryside for . many miles. The Clumps—two groups of very old beeches— are situated on < the top of one of the Sinodun Hills ; and mark the site of an old Roman camp. Carved on the trunk of one of the beech trees is a poem describing the various changes time has witnessed at the spot. It concludes with: — Within that field where Res the grov’- ling herd, walls were crouched, stone cof­ fins disinterr’d. is the course of time, the wreck which fate awful doom award the earthly great. Records differ as to the date and ’ authorship of this inscription, though one authority declares the lines were carved by a local clergyman in 1820. Fate. The fate of no man, not even the I happiest, is free from struggles and privation; for true happiness is only ! then attained, when by the govern­ ment of the feelings we become inde­ pendent of all the changes of life. It is a curious and interesting study , to compare the various materials , which serve the different nations of I the world as the basis of their bread. ! In this country, where good bread,' made from spring and fall wheat flour, i is within reach cf all, rarely a thought • is given to the fact that, after all, the _ inhabitants cf only a small portion of jjirown on board and rolled until the earth’s surface enjoy such food. In the remote part of Sweden, the poor make and bake their rye bread twice away, iso that eventually they are as hard as bricks. Further north still, bread Is made from barley and oats. In luapland, oats, with the inner bark of the pine, are used. The two together, well ground and mixed, are made Into large, fiat cakes, coked in a .pan over a fire. In dreary Kamchatka, pine or birch bark by itself, well macerated, pound­ ed and baked, frequently constitutes the whole cf the native bread food. The Icelander scrapes the “Iceland moss” off the rocks and grinds it into fine flour, which serves for both bread and pudding,' beria, China, and other European tries, a fairly palatable bread is from buckwheat. In parts of Italy chestnuts are ed, ground into meal and used for mak­ ing bread. Burra, a variety of millet, is much used in the countries of India, Egypt, Arabia and Asia Minor for making bread, ice bread is the staple food of the Chinese, Japanese and a large portion of the inhabitants of In­ in Persia the bread is made from rice flour and milk; it is called “la­ wash.” The Persian oven is built in a year and store the loaves In some parts of Si- coun- made cook- as thin as sole leather, then it is taken up and tossed and rolled from one arm to the other and flung on the board and slapped on the side of the oven. It takes only a few moments to bake and when baked it is spread out to 1 cool. This bread is cheap—one cent a sheet. It is sweet and nourishing. A specimen of the “hunger bread” from Armenia is made of cloverseed, flax or linseed meal, mixed with edible grass. In the Molucca island the starchy pith of the sago palm furnish­ es a white, floury meal. This is made up into flat, oblong loaves, which are baked in curious little ovens, each be­ ing divided into oblong cells to receive the loaves. Bread is also made from roots in some parts of Africa and South America. It is made from mani- co tubers. These roots are a deadly poison if eaten in the raw state, but make a good food if properly prepared. To prepare them for bread, the roots are soaked for several days in water; thus washing out the poison; the fibres are picked out, dried and ground into flour. This is1 mixed with milk, if obtainable; if not, water is used. The dough is formed into little round loaves and baked in hot ashes or dried in the sun. Peter Pan and the Soldier. Though blinded in the war, a young Australian soldier named Penn wanted to “see” the statue of Peter Pan in London before he was sent home. I was asked, writes a contributor to Country Life, whether I would take him out the following Sunday. “You know,” he said, “I’m to return to Melbourne in a week or two, and I simply must see Peter Pan before I go.” When we reached the statue Penn put his hand upon it. “Why,” he said, “it’s smaller than I thought; I shall know it all.” Carefully he_ felt it piece by piece with little murmurs of delight. “Just look at this tiny mouse!” he would say. “See this lovely little fairy; why, she is stretching up to speak to him!” Then again, “You are quite sure that I am not missing anything?” Indeed I thought he was taking in more than many a man with sight. He was very intent on the examination, but at last, satisfied that nothing had escaped him, he turned to me and whispered, “Surely there are a lot of people near us?” As a matter of fact there were, but I had hoped he would not notice. They had stopped as they passed, seeing the tall young Australian soldier fin­ gering so carefully the statue that all London knows and loves so well. He was obviously blind and just as obvi­ ously as full of strength and vigor as the trees that grew above him. I can remember now two women who stood watching in silence, with tears run­ ning down their cheeks. “Ah, well,” he said as we turned away, “I don’t wonder it draws a | crowd; it’s one of the loveliest things' I have ever seen. I Shallo be glad to, think of it when I am back in Aus­ tralia.” One With a Song. He sings; and his song is heard, Pure as a joyous prayer, Because he sings of the simple things, The fields and the open air, The orchard bough and the mocking­ bird, And the blossoms everywhere. He sings of a wealth we hold In common ownership— The wildwood nook and the laugh the brook, And the dewdrop’s drip and drip, The love of the lily’s heart of gold, And the kiss of the rose’s lip. of The universal heart Leans listening to his lay, That glints and gleams with the glim­ dreams at their play—- with unconscious art, song-bird’s of mering Of children A lay as rich As the first May. Steadfastly, bravely glad, Above all earthly stress, He lifts his line to heights And singing, ever says— This is a better world than God’s love is limitless. divine, bad —Jas. Whitcomb Riley. ----------e------- Sold by His Brother. An African native living in a little cottage in Chislehurst, Kent, England, can look back upon a life which has! been more eventful than any romance ' and which is reminiscent of the days of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” This man is Arab Makeppo, and he was rescued from slavery by the great African explorer. Dr. Livingstone. “I was sold by my brother sixty to seventy years ago to Portuguese slave traders,” Makeppo said, “and we be­ gan our journey to the coast. The men were tied two-by-two to wooden collars, which thew wore even in their sleep; the women chained at wrists and ankles; the girls rpped like horses, and the little ones free.” Livingstone and his men routed the slavers and the explorer chose Arab Makeppo as his body servant. The ex-slave afterwards came to England and is now employed as a gardener to a private family. Makeppo to this day refers to Livingstone as “the Govern­ or.” Maintained His Social Position. “He makes strenuous efforts maintain his social position.” “Yes; goes in for arrest in both pro­ hibition violation and auto speeding, I’ve heard.” to Country of Old Men. Serbia is said to have more tenarians in proportion to population than any other country. cen- Experience. I bought a little country place And thought for sure I knew Enough to make a garden grow And raise some chickens too. I labored hard for three long months, To make things work I tried, But plants for me refused to grew— The baby chickens died! I sold my place for And beat it back Contentedly behind A common office clerk. half its cost to work, a desk, No more ’bout farmers will I jest; I’ve learned, the price was high, The farmer is a wise old boy, He knows much more than I. ................■JWW"* Crossing a Muskeg. One of the things peculiar to North America is the muskeg, a sort of marsh or swamp with mud that sucks like quicksand. The unwary man or animal wandering into a muskeg dis­ appears quickly and leaves no trace. Yet a muskeg can be crossed. Great tufts of heavy grass grow irregularly on the surface, and if a man will pick his way carefully he will have little trouble. A call to visit a sick man brought a physician in haste from the village. A muskeg lay directly in his way; since to cross it would save much valuable time, he took the risk. When he was well over it, he heard a little noise be­ hind him and, looking round, spied his little four-year-old son following hard after him! The boy was already well out on the dangerous muskeg. As quickly as he could the doctor picked his way back and was only re­ lieved when he had clasped his boy to his breast. “My boy,” he cried, “what­ ever do you mean by coming out here!” “It’s all right, father,” the little fel­ low replied. “I just put my feet where you put yours. It was all right.” Example counts. Percept may guide some children, but most of them zeal­ ously put their little feet where their parents have put their big ‘ones. If our boys and girls are to pass safe over the dangerous places of life, they must have good leadership. Then let parents be sure that their steps “are ordered by the Lo«rd,” both for their own sakes as well as for the safety of those who are following them. . _______ ________v ■ Bamboo Pens in India. Bamboo writing pens are still favor­ ed in India, where they have been in use for more than 1,000 years. Never bring a kerosene can near a stove which has a fire in it, and never pour kerosene into a stove whether the fire is out or not. Many people have been burned to death trying that experiment. If you persist in the Very foolish habit of using kerosene for kindling a fire, only do so by pour­ ing it on the wood fuel before it is put into the stove, and do that far from the stove or any open flame. AND THE WORST IS YET TO COME Death Germs as CiK« For Other Diseases For the first time in the history of medicine one form of death is being deliberately played off against another —with, so far, the most satisfactory results. Thia is the malaria treatment for general paralysis adopted experimen­ tally by the Liverpool School of Tropi­ cal Medicine. Eighty-four cases hav/ been treated, and the mental and physical improve­ ment of twenty-three patients has been so wonderful that they have been or are about to be discharged from mental hospitals. No patient suffering from general paralysis had ever been discharged from these hospitals before. Seventeen others who underwent the malaria treatment have shown dis­ tinct mental and great physical im­ provement, while many of the remain­ der have improved physically. “This treatment opens up an entire­ ly new field of medical research,” a fellow of the Royal Society of Tropi­ cal Medicine and Hygiene told a Lon­ don Sunday Express representative. “The original discovery w*as a shot in the dark due to a German who had noticed that occasionally chronic dis­ eases counteracted < ach other com­ pletely in the tropics. “An example of this is the nullifying effect that pneumonia and other ill­ nesses exert on kala-azar—a usually fatal fever which is common in Ben­ gal and Assam. “Now, general paralysis is a late manifestation of a certain disease caused by spinal organisms, and the object of deliberately inducing malaria is to raise the blood of the patient to a series of such high recurrent tem­ peratures that these organisms will be killed. “A high temperature is essential, Nothing under 104 degrees or 105 de­ grees is any good. “Malaria can be checked by judici­ ous doses of quinine, so the treatment is not really quite so dangerous as it would seem. “The next step no doubt will be to test the effect of malaria organisms on relapsing fever, Weil’s disease (a form of infectious jaundice), yellow fever, rat-bite and Yaw’s disease. “It will, however, need great cour­ age.” Bobbed Hair 300 Years Ago. Conservative persons, horrified at the bobbed hair epidemic, may be in­ terested to know that it has swept certain parts of the civilized world in ancient and modern history. In some places women were compelled to sacri­ fice long and beautiful tresses so thej would not be vain of their good looks. Elsewhere short hair was a sign of serfdom and inferiority among girls and women belonging to the class of slaves. Bobbed hair was adopted by women of the highest social position in Eng­ land three hundred years ago. They persisted in it until their men folks, and even royalty, were driven almost frantic. An amusing account of this extraor­ dinary craze is given in a letter writ­ ten by John Chamberlain, a famous Londoner of that day. On Jan. 25, 1680, he made the following record: “Yesterday the Bishop of London called together all his clergie about this towne, and told them hes had ex- presse commandment from the King to will them to inveigh vehemently against the insolencies of our women, and theyre wearing of brode brimed hats, pointed doublets, theyre haire cut short or shorne, and some of them stillettoes or poniards-, and such other trinckettes of like moment; adding withall that if pulpit admonitions will not reforme them he would proceed by another course; the truth is the world is very much out of order, but whether this will mende it God knowes.” --------«-------- History in Hats. The Turkish National Assembly has decided that every citizen of the new ; Republic shall be at liberty to choose i his own headgear —- a momentous [ change, as the fez has long been the badge of the Turkish subject, willing ’ or unwilling. For the non-Moslem citizen of Tur­ key, indeed, the fez was the symbol of ; .subjection, and when the Greeks oc­ cupied Salonika, during the Balkan War of 1912-13, the first act of the local Christians was to throw away 1 the hateful headgear. Similarly, many • refugees leaving Turkey after the ; Armistice of 1918 threw their fezes 1 overboard. ; The headgear we wear has often had I a special significance. The cap, for ■ Instance, has been supposed to have an affinity with revolutionary doctrines. i And at one time the top-hat was the i symbol of Republicanism. ! When Benjamin Franklin entered l Paris as the minister of the newly- : formed Republic of the United States, ! he wore a hat of this sort, derived ; from the steeple-crown headgear of the Puritans of the Mayflower. Paris ! copied it, and it soon became general. i It takes the entire world to supply I us with medicines. Ginger comes from India; olive oil. from Spain and Greece; the camphor trees grow in Japan and Formosa; iodin is a by­ product of Chile’s nitrates; oil of lemon is from Nice; oil of lavender is made in Genoa. The Banda Isles sup­ ply the essence of nutmeg. Epsom salts comes from Epsom, England; milk of magnesia from Greece, Italy and India. The old standby, castor oil —but why spoil your whole day?