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The Brussels Post, 1960-02-25, Page 6statue, too," eomplained upper San Marco, you've got the wing- shop and the television yot .0.41 have everything," shouted bank lower San Marco, Then a small boy got a WOO Weft, Why net a statue. of Leepel, de, halfway between the upper and lower Ievels of the village? "Mon Wee," the villager*. agreed, and fora while it seemed that even • the •widow ,cassioelg would approve, First she• scat, son Mario out to claim his share, Next, she sent daughter Gentile, But. Gentile WAS. trapped in a sudden eefoet fell of snow and; barely made it back to the wid- ow's one-room shack.. It was s warning sign to the widow., "The devil's behind this;" she- wailed last month. "We'll pay for all this gold in, some terrible way, Just you wait and see." —From NEWSWEEK "I am afraid, doctor," said Mrs. Wimpole, "that my husband.' has some terrible mental affliction. Sometimes. I talk to him for hours and then discover that he hasn't heard a word." "That's not an. affliction, madam," was the weary reply. "That's a gift." BREATH OF LIFE — Marcella Komara demonstrates a new emergency life sayer. It is an oxygen dispenser weighing less than two pounds dnd carrying 'a one-hour supply of pure medical oxygen. It starts flow- ing the instant mask is put to face. ISSUE 9 — 1960 +i 's1 is .7e,11.!!!! A1111+11 REAL ARTSY TABLE -- Guest, vrho" clrp" in Linexpecticily may 'find this table doing likewise., This dining room toble.is deaigned'to 'fit against the wail when not in use -- where it looks like framed painting of grasses' and butterflies:. Tilted, forward, it can squeeze in five. ;FABLE TALKS 6aue Aramws. Husband Trouble And' Its Cures! "You've get te stop at home seenetimee, Harry," sobbed, the ,lovely young wife. It's Unfair yotit going out every night, dancing.. You know I, can't have any fun as am," But Harry, although twenty- th,ree-Year-old Margaret was eye petting her first baby, 'refused, to siSbY at home, "I can't mooch about here, doing nothing the whole evening, or jelet'elt staring at you," he exclaimed, irritably, Margaret rushed out of the scone. One row followed en- Other, Because of her hueband's negl e c t and selfishness, she feared she would soon become a nervous wreck unless she took some, action. At last, after 'much cogitation, she decided what she must do, One autumn evening Harry went to his wardrobe to put on his dinner jacket. It hung on the peg alone, all his other clothes having been removed. He grasped it, and then drew back he dismay, for his hands clutched a sticky, black, glutinous mess. )41argaret had smeared the whole jacket with TAR. Rushing downstairs, he de- Mended to know what she meant by such a horrible trick, "I'll clean it for you," she said, calmly, "after the baby arrives end we can go dancing together." arry's fists clenched. For a ma- went it looked as if he was going to hit her, but he controlled him- self. "Oh well," he said, "I suppose girls do strange things when They're in your condition." And, remarkable to record, after that act of self-control, Harry put aside his passion for dancing, By the time the baby arrived, he was a reformed character. To- day, his wife is firmly convinced that her tarring act not only Slaved her marriage, but turned firer dance-crazy husband into a srvedel father. Not all varieties of husband- ' trouble end so happily. In fact the pendulum, as many couples realize to their dismay, tends more often to swing sharply the other way? to widen the breach,. Some husbands really do ask for trouble. A Scot from Oban, who migrated to a small market ;Own in south Essex, biellt up a thriving d F ap eTy businege. A stickler for accounts, he made his wife keep a strict tally d her housekeeping money. In fact, she had to present him with her books weekly showing exactly how every penny went. At first, sharing his ideas of economy, she conformed without protest to this practice. But soon she realized it was a kind of ob- session with him. One week-end, when he called for her housekeeping book, she brought him instead a grey fu- neral urn. "What's that for?" he demanded, much puzzled. "I want to check your expense book, dear." "You've got it, right in front Of you," she retorted. "Just look inside, and you'll discover its ashes." He removed the lid and launched into a stream of abuse, but she interrupted him. Grasp- lag the urn, she emptied It over his head so that the ashes trickl- ed all over his face. "How funny you look, decor- ated like that!" she burst out, hysterically. "P e r h a p s that'll help you to forget that stupid idea of yettrS of accounting for every little farthing!'" A. Texas httsband. ,Tnkub Fried- mann, had to seek police protec- tion recently from his wife, “She's determined to roast me alive by setting fire to my bed," he reported. Three times she had shoved a fire basket, under his bed, so that he had WOIcpri up wreathed in flames, Ws bed- clothes blazing, The police felend that the * fire- raising was prempted by jeale oust', and Joneed on, quite founded suspicions. Friedmann had, engaged a new secretary, a pretty and efficient blonde of twenty-four* His wife, however, seemed to think that her hus- band was in love with the girl, In this case, desperate meas- ures paid off, for the couple were reconciled, A German wife, elildegarde K. married to an Essen book- keeper, used her skill as a pho- tographer to punish him for his infidelities. She managed to snap secretly the girl in whom lie was interested, then she paired this photograph with that of an• el- derly millionaire and posted the combined picture to her husband. "When you've as much money as he has, you may take her," said the anonymous message, Her husband, however, force4 her to confess. Then, as each ac- cused the other of deception, their house became a battlefield, the husband tearing down and smashing the pictures, the wife picking up porcelain and china and hurling them at her disloyal partner. Such was the fracas that neighbours had to intervene and keep the two home-wreckers apart. An accountant living in Sussex had a greenhouse, in which he specialized in growing figs. But' his wife, he discovered within the first few weeks 'of their mar- riage, detested figs and frowned on his greenhouse hobby. "I'm not going to give it up," he told her, but he has since done so. She did not wreck the greenhouse; her method was far more subtle. She poisoned the soil and as fast as he introduced fresh soil and plants, so she ap- plied her secret killing does. Finally, he had to give it up as obviously nothing would grew inside. Now, however, the green_ house has been converted into a sun parlour, and everyone is nappy. Some husbands run into trouble when least expecting it. A man who married a divorcee took his bride to a seaside villa, But as he unlocked the front door, a figure lurched out of the shadows, the wife's ex-husband. "You've stolen my wife," he raved, roaring drunk. "You're not going to get away with this!" Caught completely off guard, the bridegroom went down un- der a terrific uppercut. Shocked and frightened, the wife ran screaming down the path, with her ex-husband in hot pursuit. "I always knew you were a brute, Charlie, and now this proves it," she shrilled, as he caught up with her. Seizing her, he tried to kiss her but luckily a passer-by intervened, As it happened, the newlyweds spent their honeymoon first night under the same roof. But the battered bridegroom, his head swathed in bandages, was so ner- vous that he locked himself in a separate room and refused to come out until satisfied that hi's rival had left• town. TALL DRINK — T h is 75,000- gallon "drinking cup" provides elevated water storage for the sprinkler system of a paper cup manufacturer in Brampton, Ontario:The steel, tripod struc- ture is 100 feet high. Turned Him Down But Kept His Gift One of the most fascinating sights in a Moscow museum to- day is a remarkable diamond about the size of .a pigeon's egg and slightly tinged with yellow,- which legend says was stolen many years ago by a French army deserter Seem the eyepiece of an Indian idol. It is the world-famous Orloff Diamond, recently estimated to be worth half a million dollars. The daring thief is said to have needed no light On the night he donned a disguise and broke into the pagoda which housed the idol. For outside a 'thunderstorm raged and fre- quent flashes of lightning lit up the idol. "Laboriously he climbed on to the knee of the twenty-foot fig- ure and wrenched the diamond free," says one early account, He hid it in his native clothee, escaped through the storm and arrived in Madras after months oa hardship. He sold the dia- mond for $10,000 to an English sea captaie, who sold it in Lon- den for $60,000 to an Armenian diamond merchant. This man look the 193-carat stone to Holland where he dis- posed of it for $575,000 to Prince Orloff, Who was in love With the bewitching. Tsarina Cather- ine of IttISSia. In 1172 the prince noticed that her passion was, cooling and promptly offered her the diamond. The Tsarina ac- cepted it. Her pleasure at becoming the owner Of .the diairionci led the prince to' hope she would now Marty knee-fee her litishand had died •sobn after' his accession to the theone. But although she kept hie gift —she had nothing against their ee• histeey reveals that °nee again she tinted .the Poer,prina down flat., Here, 'for st change from the usual batch of recipes, is the tale of a woman who decided to try home-made bread. It was written by Mri. Gail Edith John- son In", 'the Christian Science Monitor and I hdpe you enjoy it as much ".as' I did. * I loOked'dsuspiciouely at the recipe. "Why, oh,'why;" I moan.; ed, "did I have .to marry a man who loved homemade bread !" But I had, and he did. He was "sick and tired," he had said, "of mouthing bought bread that tasted like' glue end Sawdust !" Resignedly I 'started in, "Dis- solve 'two packages of yeast in oup of warm water," 'tine recipe read. I filled a mea- suring cup half full of 'hot tap Water and addedethe yeast. Then I stirred in exact amounts of everything else and kneaded the sticky mess as ordered for 10 minutes, eyes riveted on the clock, Finally, I "rounded" it up in e greased bowl, covering it with a damp dish towel. The recipe called for a warm place for the dough to raise, so I set it on top of my oil stove. When I peeked under the cloth later the dough looked like the same white' blob I had started with. I checked it two, two and a half, three hours later. It still hadn't risen. I decided I'd better punch it down anyway. An hour later that punched- ' down look was still there. I didn't have the faintest notion whet was wrong, but I decided to hake it and see what hap- pened, Somewhat Sticky dumped the gooey mass onto my 'floured beard to shape loayes. It came out 'of the bowl with difficulty, as heat from the oil stove had baked pn inch- thick crust on the bottom, Daunted, but still game, I 'fin- gered the crust into the dough and shaped "loaves." These I baked at 425 degrees F. for 25 minutes. Baking couldn't do 'them any harm, I thought inno- cently. Being unfamiliar with MY oven, I neglected to move 'the dial from preheat to' bake I Removing t h e "loaves" froM the oven was like taking bricks from a kiln. They resembled .bricks in size and colour and weighed as much. I turned them out at the pans and decided to try a slice. Laboriously I cut through the leathery crust and into the musty smelling bread. It was mushy gray and tasted that way. The first thing my husband noticed when he arrived home was my pathetic attempt at pre- paring the staff of life. Be pecked me on the nose, sniffed, a a d asked, puezled, "What's that 'funny smell ?" e0 e 'Nothing To "Oh, nothing, dear nothing," I said, hastily backing in front of the loaves. I grabbed a towel and covered the evidence. "What are you hiding?" he asked coyly, reaching for the towel. "Ah, my little wifey .has baking bread I" He , hefted a loaf and it accidentally fell to the floor, Melting a .very', breadlike thud. He picked 'it up, leaned against a chair" and w laughed and , "This -.- this —" he elielted weakly, "is the cratieSt 'bread I'Ve ever stelt Just lllre beeeste teakeediteSe Bilek I" Ile stopped: suddenly vv.hett saw the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Oh, honey," he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Don't get dis- couraged. I'll bet, if y o u try again your bread'll came out' right !" * I tried, and — oh, well, prac- tice does make perfect. Little things done just right can make a difference. For instance: HOT water killed my yeast and caused the musty bricklike bread. The' water must be lukewarm. Another thing.: Direct heat will form a crust on dough; a thigh shelf or chair near a warm air register is much better. And still another: Punching down then shaping loaves properly gives a fine texture, preventing a Swiss cheese effect from air bubbles. Many 'sessions later had concocted a whole new re- cipe. * Here it is: Fine-every-time bread—For two loaves: Dissolve 1 package of dry yeast and 1 'teaspoon sugar in 1/2 cup luke- warm water, Let stand 10 min- 'Utes. To 1 cup milk add: 1 cup hot water, 3 tablespoons sugar, 1 tablespoon s a 1 t, and 2 table- spoon's shortening. When mixture is' cool to luke- warm, add yeast mixture and Y2 teaspoon cardamon. Then add sifted flour 'gradually, until dough can be handled. (No need, to measure.) o • Knead about 10 minutes or un- til dough is smooth and elastic, 'but only slightly sticky. Round 'up in greased bowl; bring greas- ed side up, .COver and let rise until double in b u 1 k. Punch down and let rise again, Shape into two loaves, put in greased pans, and let rise until .double. Bake at 425' degrees F. 'foe' 25 minutes. Turn out on wire 'racks. Cool, then freeze or store in plastic bags. 0 * One las t warning: Piet the bread to rise in plain,view. 'Once I nestled my bow high on a closet shelf and went gaily -about my housework, pleased with myself for having found such a nice 'warm spot. Hamra later I flew to the shelf with palpitating heart. It was a mess! The blown-up dough had escap, ed the bowl and was Stretching sticky tentacles into my best blankets 'and sheets ! THE PROBLEM Most of us have a prette clear ided of the world we want. What toe lack is an understand- ing of Low to go about getting it—liugh Gib-on. FLORAL beach 'hci is one of the Italian' imports you may a seeing rieSe sLitriniee, [ET'SIRD Jody Youngblood.laves Adair tllyates 111:'detir y. Oh 4:Coedit till 9-Morifh-Old faltOn 'Oh her 'shoulder ail day' long heli Fort- Worth, Tex.i teSidurant, one* Jody loaned lovable .Adam to the afti 'zoo •Wkete,fie promptly tore laid aviary enotet. 'NOW ,back wi:th :Jody 'and' all is IWeetnsosa, Does Money Bring Happiness? 1110 qtWAtiOn is hardly original but the row it has provoked .in the obscure Italian village of San Marco d'Urri was surely unpre- cedented. The money arrived last No- vember when every man, wo- man, and child in San Marco was presented with 25 shares of Bank of America stack worth $1,200 and paying $47 year in divi,- dends. "Maraviglioso!" the vil- lagers cried when bankers, TV cameramen, and news photogra- phers arrived from. Genoa and slogged the last half mile into town on a muddy mule path. The church bell tolled and there wa$ lofty praise for the two brothers, Victor and Joseph Saturno, who had sent the money from Arne- rite,. Rich and childless real- estate operators in Reno, Nev., they had wanted to create a me- morial to their father, Leopold, who had spent his youth in San Marco, "Che generoeita" the vil- lagers agreed, Everyone, that is, except the terrible-tempered widow Vir- ginia Cassinelli, 82, who, in an age of payola, refused to sign up for her share. Claiming it was the work of the devil and hurling lurid curses, the widow forced her son, Mario 85, and her daugh- ter, Gentile, 83, to give up their shares, too. The village, she ar- gued, was going to the dogs, pre- cipitevolissimovolmente. When the villagers started squabbling over their new wealth, it seemed the widow might be right.• Youths swagger- ed around in fancy new trench coats and the silence of the once- peaceful countryside was ruined by the roar of scooter bikes. worse still, a feud developed over what sort of "thank you" gesture San Marco should make. On proposal was to change the name of the village to Saturno (that wouldn't cost anything, but was finally discarded as too nig- gardly). Then a statue was pro- posed but rejected on the ground that San Marco has no piazza to put it in. Finally, the 220 inhabit- ants of the upper part of the vil- lage decided to build a church in honor of the Saturnos. This would save them walking half a mile to the church in the lower part of the town: But the 64 resi- dents of lower San Marco object- ed. They preferred a bust of Papa. Leopoldo in-front of the present church. "You want the church and the FASHION HINT ifMllml