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The Brussels Post, 1956-08-15, Page 2. ............ HIS CUP RUNNETH OVER — Ch'ristopher, a five-month-old Rhesus monkey, doesn't appreciate the helping hand of cleanliness. Bathing is one of those things Christopher dislikes entirely. The monkey is a favorite at the "Pet's Corner" of the Whipsnade, England, zoo. Old-Fashioned Ice-Cream )(um! FAIRY Pg.S S CRT egg whites * teaspoon baking powder Cup fine grannlated or fruit •,• sugar Beat'egg white,s, Stiff. Mift balling powder with sugar toad gradually beat into egg *bites.. Put into two NV01- tR4t,Pred cake or pies tins and bake at ;50 .'' F., far 2Q minutes. 'urn out. When cool put to, other with sliced fruit mixed. With whipped cream. Cover ton with whipped cream, Chill well In refrigerator before serving, PEACH DELIGHT / package lemon or orange jelly powder 1 cup boiling water, 1 cup cold water 1 tablespoon lemon juice 1 cup diced peaches * cup blanched almonds, optional 36 cup whipping cream Dissolve jelly powder in boil- ing water, add Old water and emon juice. Chill. When slight- • thickened, beat until frothy with rotary egg beater. Fold in peaches, almonds and whipped cream. Pour into one large or slx individual moulds that have been rinsed in cold water. Chill until set. Yield: six serving's. * * CHERRY WHIP 1 cup (about .2 cups pitted) sour cherries, chopped 34 cup, sugar f.g. salt 2 egg whites IA teaspoon almond flavour- ing (optional) Chop pitted cherries in food shopper. Add 1 tablespoon sugar and bring to the boil. Strain. Chill fruit and juice. Beat egg white and salt until frothy. Add 1 tablespoon cherry juice and beat until stiff but tot dry. Add remaining sugar, g little at ,a time and continue to beat until the mixture stands In.peaks..Add flavouring. Chill. When -ready_ to serve, fold in pulp-and- serve immediately. Yield: 5 to. 6 servings. „NOTE: May be served with (custard or," cherry sauce. * * * RASPBERRY' MALLOW 3 cups raspberries 18 (3/4 lb.) marshmallows * cup icing sugar 2 teaspoons lemon juice * cup_ _coconut 34 cup whipping cream Wash raspberries and place in Refrigerator to chill. Cut each marshmallow into eight pieces and dust with icing sugar to keep pieces separate, Just, be- iM ll ore serving, whip cream. Com- e raspberries and lemon ce, then add coconut and gared marshmallows. Fold in hipped cream and serve in * * * "GLAZED SOUR CHERRY TARTS 4 cups sour cherries, pitted 11/4 cu r$ Sugar 1/16 teaspoon salt 1, tablespoon cornstarch le cup water red food colouring baked tart shells. Combine cherries, sugar and ' salt in a saucepan and allow to stand a few minutes, Bring to the boil and drain cherries, re- serving juice. Arrange cherries in baked tart shells. Combine cornstarch with water and add to juice. Return to the heat, stirring constantly until the glaze thickens and becomes clear. Add food colouring until glaze is a bright cherry red. Spoon glaze over cherries arranged in baked tart shells. Chill. Yield: 12 large, tarts, 20 to 24 medium tarts. * RASPBERRY DELIGHT VA cups fresh raspberries 2 tablespoons hot water 2* tablespoons granulated sugar 2 egg whites IA cup granulated sugar 3/3 teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons lemon juice 3 tablespoons juice drained . from fruit Dissolve the" first quantity of sugar in hot water. Chill. Pour over the frpit and • allow to stand a 'few' minutes. Drain the fruit and reserve the juice. Combine unbeaten egg whites, sugar; salt, lemdn juice and fruit juice in the top of a double boiler. Place over boil- ing water and beat with a ro- tary beater' until the mixture holds its shape — about 7 min- utes. Gently fold in the thor- oughly drained raspberries. Chill before serving in sherbet glasses. Yield: 6 servings, Build Memorial To Puppet Now on view in the little Italian village of. Collodi is the world's first memorial to the puppet Pinocchio, central figure of a fairy story written in the village in 1880 by Carlo Loren- zini. Schoolchildren all over the world who have. read the story of the "fairy with blue hair" or have seen. Walt Disney's film car- toon about Pinocchio contributed coins to pay for the memorial. Pinocchio has, therefore, join- ed the very select company of purely fictitious characters who have their own memorials or statues. In Munich, Little Red Riding Hood and her wolf are immor- talized in stone and at the Dutch village of Spaarndam, near Haarlem, is a statue Of Hans Brinker, the legendary Dutch boy who prevented a flood by stopping, a hole in a dyke with his fist. Familiar to thousands of tour- ists is the graceful bronze statue representing Hans Andersen's "Little Mermaid," which was erected forty-three years ago at the entrance to Copenhagen _Harbour. She sits on a huge boulder, looking as though she has just emerged from the sea. One of the most delightful of all London statues is that of Peter Pan in Kensington Gar- dens. Another book character with the same Christian name is ShOckheaded Peter, created by the German writer, Dr. Hoffman. His statue was unveiled in Frankfurt in 1929. "Ice .cream in a box. Ice cream in a box — ten cents," announced the refreshment ven- dor, stopping at each seat as he made his way down the aisle of the train. For several weeks (ever since the day my brother telephoned -to say he was going to the farm) I had been thinking about the old-fashioned freezer ice cream we ,used to make on Saturdays at the farm. How my brother, or I used to "sit" on -the freezer, out back of the barn, while fa- ther turhed the handle. And the view we had of the farmlands and the mountains, writes Har- riet Patchin Butham in i The Christian Science Monitor. Se one day last summer I bought a train ticket to the farm. I hadn't, been back in twenty years. Not since we turn- ed over the title to 'Cousin Anne. Naturally, I expected some things would be different. There wouldn't be Joe (with rubber pad slung over his "ice" shoul- der) driving his wagon up to the back door: fortifying himself against our onslaught of plead- ing for "pieces of ice to eat." While Rosalie, who always wore a straw hat in summer (both ears 'poking through), would give a disgusted stomp of a hoof a shake of her mane. Some- times while Joe was in the kit- chen, we would pull wild 'flow- ers and climbing to Roialie's back twine them around her ears and hat. My brother and I were the only ones from whom she would tolerate' such goings on. And I had been told the wind- mill was gone. For the many years it was retired from pump- ing water -its days were easy- going. Accomplishing nothing. But that is unjust. For without it the scene would have been lest beautiful. It was a memo- rial to a more leisurely age. And the breeze blew not in Vain, for the windmill would 'yield to it, as long as there was a sweep left upon 'it. As I now thought of it, I could not but regret the inroads that' invention, survey- or, and engineer have made upon such timeless things. But I felt certain there was One thing which would be the same: We'd have ice cream on Stinday -- made in 'the old freezer set in its bucket of pine staves, That was a tradition. And Anne was great for carrying „on traditions. I was sure, too, it would be peach 'ice cream, be- cense it was then the peach sea- son.' lee Cream in a 'bok?" "Not on,, our farm," I reassured myself, Never did we buy ice dream. "Nothing but' homemade." I even kneW the recipe by heart, It was under' "Philadelphia and Neapolitan Ice Creams" on page 105 of the blue-checked oilcioth-covered cookbook. "Scald one pint of cream; add one cup- ful granulated sugar, and stir continually:. Cobb. Add one pint cream' whipped stiPZ, pinch of Salt; vanilla or mashed fruit in seasen:"___ Saturdays Mother Would ghee me fifteen cents to buy the' cream. And . I'd start for the neighboring farmhouse (We didn't have cows) with the two pint pails. My brother would Start toward the Village with his little yellow cart to get the pul- verized Salt. (Joe AIWays left chopped lee and the Coarse pack, ing Salt With out regular ice &a der.)' While mother scalded out the freezer arid *tithed the bile- ket, 'setting them oil the ledge in the Shed to dry Out, Retnettiber titilVerized," She would tell alter my brother if he had brought home coarse salt the week before. Occasion- ally, he would forget to. specify • and have to take the coarse salt back. Thinking it would inpress him with the iinportance Of bringing pulverized; lather had explained that too coarse a salt did not dissolve and thereby produce cold in the 'cream, rapid. ly enough. So the pulverized salt was used with:the ice for packing, ,103 help keep' the cream frozen. But in Spite of this my brother ,.fOrgot• once . in- a while, brother • and -I would carry the-freezer to the back of the barn. ' Father would bring out two pails from the shed — one' filled with the pulverized salt and the other with the chop- ped ,ice. And after we had 'put the -ice and . salt around the freezer can, mother would pour the cream. mixture; into it. The premised .reward of "licking" the dasher mader- sitting on the freezer enviable and, alleViated the discomforts which three layers of old rugs failed to' as- suage. When a friend -offered to build a gadget to hold the buc- ket steady there were vocifer- ous protests from us. "We can hold it steady enough by sitting on it," we insisted. We thought we might, miss out on the dash- er! Usually after ten minutes or so' of "turning" the cream was frozen, The one who had "sat" waited eagerly for the dasher, midst great pleading by the other one for sharing of the rich mixture which would' be ding- • ing to 'be blades. Followed by our begging father not to- "scrape off so much." And I could re- member father and my brother carrying the bucket and pails back to the shed; followed close- ly by the cat who always seem,' eci hopeful that through` some good fortune a bit of cream would have found its way to the outside 'of the bucket. -It would walk around _the two ,pails and the freezer until convinced there was nothing to be 'had. Or un- til we scraped some ice cream . off-the dasher for it. And I vivid- ly 'recall its dislike of the green and white brine,soaked blanket which we threw over the whole bucket as:a sort of added insula- tion. ' All this I thought about as I rode along. 'At the store on the corner of by street there hangs a sign( • "Old-fashioned freezer-made tee _cream." BUJ I never have boUght, any. "Why?" I now isked'my self. "Why am• I riding five hun- dred miles for old-fashioned ice cream when I ;Can get, it ,within a five-minute Walk from my home?" The answer did not come at once, 'Then suddenly I knew. It wasn't alone the oid-fashioned ice cream, or even licking the dasher. It Was the purple peaks of mountains rising between the dips• of distant hills: and oaks, two hundred years old or more, leaning agairist an azure sity;, and yellow btitterfliet over the trailing' squash •virieS — flying wide apart, then close together, Their wings crossing back and forth like a dancer'S entrechata, It was these things blending With the songs Or locusts arid crickets; and the caws of crows; and the Wind of grind- ing Wagon wheels, AS Ned lum- bered up the hill With a load Of' feed; and the breete tarrying the t ires Of thy playmates aoss he fields, And I had" bid to turn my head to see the dark patterns made by drifting clouds pass- ing over• the the-it:ilia' and Scitiareg of larmlaridS, oil the 'hitt ae- ;9$4. the valley. Now and then. I could hear the rhythmic pound- Mg of a hammer echoing up the ravine, Rere and there a red- dened, maple leaf seemed an in- truder, And I would find my- self thinking, "Not yet. A little mere time to run barefoot, to ,swim in the pond, to lie watch- ing the gold and black butter- flies clinging to the purple clo- ver's stem folding and un- folding their winks, More time to lie face 'down and breathe the sun-drenched earth," And I remembered the peach orchard, The fruit suspended like baubles from a Christmas tree. My brother would climb to the branches that were be- yond my reach, placing the fruit in baskets (oh, so gently) set in crotches of the trees, And when we had filled all the 'has- ikets, father would drive through the orchard and we would load them into the wagon. Then we climbed on. Ned's broad 'back for the ride to the house. With what anticipation we carried the fruit into the shed. Most of it was set aside for canning, but some was held out for the ice cream. And like the chil- dren's sugar-plum visions, vi- sions of ice cream danced in our heads. "It's my turn to sit -on the freezer 'this week," I would sometimes say to my brother - (with a "slight twinge of con- science) as we placed the last basket, -'"No it isn't," he would insist forcefully. "You sat last -week." And as' usual, father- would call out, "Children, is it that dather again?" 'And he would Fettle -ct.kie matter by making me tin up that knew very well it Was My brother's turn: But I -always managed to extract 'a promise of a "lick." • "Last chance to buy -your ice ' cream ,— ten cents," called the vendor again. And I found my- self repeating, • "No ice cream in a 'box-'on'Or farm."' And I "couldn't *help- adding, • "It will • be 'homemade, lox"- So.-when Anne met me- at the station, after greetings were clOne with and we- were seated in her par, I said, "Of course there'll be ice cream for des- seri on Sunday," "Oh,"—Yes, indeed," she re- plied. "We've carried on the tra- dition — ice cream on Sundays. And your" brother knew you'd want peach ice cream.". "Hurrah for 'both of you," I almost shouted. "May I sit on the freezer," I asked eagerly, "out back of the barn where I can see the moun- tains and fields and orchard — just as I used to do? And of course I want ,to lick the dash- er," I went on, hardly atking a breath. "I've been looking for- ward to this for weeks." "Just • in time," my brother said as I wandered ;around to the shed. "Just in time to help me carry the bucket and freez- er to the back of the barn. I've got the ice and salt and we can get the bucket packed by the time Anne has, the cream mix- ture _ready." "I won't help you do anything unless you let me sit on the' freezer," I said with feigned petulance. Anne came to the kitchen door. "Children . ." she be- gan, shaking`-her finger in mock reproof: . . . is it that dasher again?" we finished out iri -chorus. "Good morning, doctor," said the young man. ,"I just dropped 'in to tell you how much 1 bene- fitted from your treatments." "But you're not a patient of mine," the doctor said. "No. It was my pncle.- I'm •his heir." Fan4ellor Led . Cops .A Dance Fans aren't usually associated with crime, but a burglar in .40pan used them to re)) houses in `daylight before he was fin- ally arrested and jailed recent- ly. Using an entirely new tech- nique, say Tokyo police, he gained entry to houses by offer- ing to sell homemade, pic- turesquely coloured fans to fas- cinated housewives. While demonstrating, he waved one fan gracefully — and the housewife collapsed, The man then raided the house and made off. The police say be had applied a drug to the fan. Fans are rarely long out of the news in Japan where they are still widely used. Folding fans had their origin there, They were exported to China, and so introduced by the Portu- guese into Europe. A Spanish senorita sometimes drops her fan in front of a handsome young man she wish- es to meet, The fan is always politely returned. Should it be returned closed, the girl knows that her attentions are not de- sired -- that the man is pro- bably married, But usually the fan is handed back open. At a dance in Spain a girl still hides her eyes behind her opened fan to tell a man those magic words, "I love you." To his signalled question: "When may I see you?" she slowly opens the required number of sticks to indicate the hour. When ,she covers her' left ear with the fan opened she is beg- ging that he will keep their friendship secret. • Fans flUtter in and out of fashion every few years. They boomed in the United States a few years ago. Department stores sold thousands of them to young women and distributed instruction booklets on fan language --- "more eloquent than words, more revealing than a kiss." Girl's learned that "to touch your lips with a fan is to at- tract a kissing man." And a man who was too bold can be told so by the girl unfolding her fan quickly. In Britain some 'hostesses have been providing small fans for their guests to use at parties. ,Some restaurants hgve revived the custom of providing pretty paper fans for women dinner guests on special occasions. It took nine years to fashion one of the most historic of all fans which to-day is treasured in. France. Made for Madame de Pompadour, it cost 420,000. The mount is lace and em- broidery, decorated with a beautiful medallion — a master- piece of minature painting. About Henry The Handy Man FOr those of us' suburbanites gaudy enough to have a Sum- mer plade up' in the metiritains or at the shore, the Man of the -Hour, piactically any hour, is man in a blue denim.shirt, dis- rpuiable pants and perfectly disgraceful hat . . He's the handyman. He knows somebody who knows, how to ' do everything under the sun 'or a leaky roof. He can bank salt grass around the foundations , and put leaves and „burlap around the Shrubs and put, cap on the chimney against Winter snows -and' drain the water syt- tern , and pack the apple* Or shipping home and store things so they wpn't mildew and put the shutters on and discert- AeOt the electric generator and cheek up an the lightning rods and make the barn door stay shut and find a home for the cat that wandered in from some- where „ , The first 'Henrys were probab- ly fishermen, or hired hands from nearby farms, who were prevailed upon to help some cottager pry open an attic win-dow or get rid of a wasps' nest i n a highly undesirable Placee. Whatever they started as, they developed into a startling breed of men. With a broken-bladed knife and a small Stillson wrench they will tackle, suc- cessfully, everything from a col- lapsed back stoop to a magneto. Still another of the Henry's must have been pretty nearly the archetype. Fittingly, he was always called mister—Mr. Todd, ire could seemingly do anything, find anything, and invent any- thing. One house needed a few slate shingles. There wasn't another slate-roofed house with- in twenty miles or a slate quarry within a hundred. Mr. Todd went off to his own place, and in his fabulous shed, under some flowerpots and a few teeth for an, old horse rake, he found a dozen slates he'd sort of "been holdin' onto" . .He fobrid a clock face to re- furbish an antique from an auc- tion sale. He, found a piece of basswood he'd "been keepin' and fitted it into a chipped bit of inlay on a table. He happened' to have some old brass-headed tacks which were just the thing for a fireplace bellows. Re charged for everything he dug up, but most often it 'was, "Well, ha'f a dollar'd be about right." —From "Slightly Cooler in the- Suburbs", by C. B. Palmer, LITTLE MISS SEVEN — The small- gry beauties got their chances at• hoopla and honors in a beauty• contest in Sanlando Springs.., Performing under adult rules', ,the tiny tots competed 'for the title "Little $even," with tlonan Berey,,itekipg the crown sherbet glasses. Yields: six ser- vings. AFTER THE BRAWL IS OVER—This: wild melee, looking like the brawl Ott brawls, is :ciatuotiy: Melded' fighf scene bean heing' filmed in Eittiee, En land the SlienanielbriS bre 'deeettaey for scene in the film,The Good CorripaniOnill Out of the dart§er,i' pile-up of Slate and: eXtroS, the' actors emerged Uff4 talited: HEAT GOT YOU B A GRID AND BARE: It—Ohe ,othoiee with a cool Pool.: Wit hers the ladies to beaaie titirtfief enjoy the fountain in the iiiciee lOttibri of the .Seiftie city, a young (tidy grips for SOO at a total pool., surefire Method' of lUeviVin§' the slitlingd Welding, . method' Martine Do' liti her silent. • de la Concorde let` Paris, Frcirite, Il another baton, prink to a toolinc' dip in he birthday'