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The Brussels Post, 1960-08-18, Page 2Week's Sew-Thrifty PRINTED PATTERN, 4915 SIZES 12-20 HRONICLES IINGERFAItM fehrfir'mee° 'Case Of The Missing Road Machine The. word, Miles to me that n town Ilea 'goat' its road Me- 'Chine, and I'm delighted, I eon, fess that for a long time I've had an impulse to "steal" one of these things — to hook on to it ire passing and drag it 100 miles or so and leave it. Just to sit back and see what hap- pens. A road machine is a heavy-framed device, maybe 25 feet long, with a great grading blade, and it is not something you could misplace readily. My fiendish desire is predi- cated, of course, on the way towns have always left the things at random, wherever they happened to finish up a road job, My guess would be that in 99 towns out of 100, if you ask- ed the road boss where his grader was at any particular moment, he wouldn't know. "Losing" one is rough treatment on the word lose. Now that pavements have be- come almost unanimous, the original purpose of these ma- chines has been largely curtail- ed. They still use them for grooming the shoulders and ditches, but the old custom of dragging them around to "maintain" the road has happily lapsed. Millions upon until mil- lions of public funds went for road-machine work, and the things spoiled more roads than they ever fixed, Whenever you drove out on an old dirt road, you'd see one of these things going along, with the town's most unlikely candidate atop it, frantically turning the big adjustment wheels without the slightest idea of what he was about. I know, because I did it once. I got a job "with the town" while still in school, and work- ed all summer at hand-tooling the municipal highways for 30e an hour. I shoveled gravel and dug culverts and mowed bush- es.•— and also rode on the road machine. When they got a new "man" in the department, they put him on the road machine, because anybody who knew what the job was would beg off. You see, Maine was a region of potentially good roads back then. The pin gravel left by the glaciers, if adroitly mixed with just enough of the blue clay also provided in quantity, would bind down into a hard surface that made an excellent road. If a man could engineer proper drainage ( and get the votes in town meeting) he could lay out a highway system that traffic then would find adequate. It might rut up a dolt in mud time, but once-over with a king- drag and you had it back in shape. This king-drag was a timbered evice with ironed cross-mem- bers set at varying angles, and rs Jiffy Halter reavit. Wletegeee Varied flowers lend colorful 'touch to this jiffy-wrap halter 'that tops shorts, slacks, skirts. tittle yardage—tiee rernnants, Pattern 572: pattern pieces; trans- fer of embroidery; misses sizes small 10-12; Medium 14-16; large 18-20; directions, Send THIRTY-FIVE CENTS (stamps daritiot be accepted, use postal note lot safety) for this pattern to Lauta Wheeler, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Tor. elite, Ont. Print plainly PAT- TERN NUMBER, your NAME end ADDRESS. New! Nese! New! Our 1960 *,aura Wheeler Needlecraft took is ready NOW! Ctatiartied with exciting, unusual, napittlet de- Signe to crochet, knit, sew, ern- broider, quilt- weave faseilorie,• liazaar hits, In the book irAtt, 8 quilt eitittethe. Hefty, send A$ cents ter kotte COPYY• in the beginning it was pulled ley 0.;\^on, Any blacii.smith or wheelwright could make one, The crass-members cut off high spots' and filled in low seats, and if the king-drag didn't cut quite •enough you piled on rocks until it did. There was nothing very astute about it, hut it work- ed fine in its day and age. Afterwards, somebody invent- ed the read machine, and every town had to have one. It had a single blade, so its mechanical application to the job was in- feliox to the king-drag — but it had wheels on it, and mankind likes wheels. You see, the king-drag, with its several cutting edges, had a way of working against itself to smooth things. The road ma- chine, if it hit a rock, would jump in the air, On "wash- board," the road machine could ride the hummocks and just make them worse. The first day I rode the machine, trying to find some adjustment that would do something besides bob around, I got shook up like a popper of corn, and when we quit for the night the road was billowed and fluted. Nowadays, the road machine serves wonderfully to oblige the week-end tourists. Usually on a Saturday morning the crew turns out, and scrapes the shoulders of the roads all along the edges of the pavement. This puts all the rocks and roots up in the highway, and by even- song when the men quit every- thing is delightful. On Monday they come around and scrape everything back into the ditch. But wherever the crew was when quitting time came, that's where the machine traditionally gets left. Even today, in the post-era, if you drive across Maine, you'll see scores of these things park- ed off in the bushes, gathering rust and awaiting the return of the road crew. They are as our lakes and mountains and wooded hills, part of the scenery. It is a statewide presumption that nobody would want to take one, and wherever it is, it's safe. That's why I should like, some- time, to hitch on to one and move it— to see how long it would be before it got found. This one that is now "lost" (and my conscience is clear) is of course not lost at all. Last year, I Suspect, after much com- plaint by residents on a back road, the highway commissioner finally decided a few 'Votes were likely, and went up to scrape. You will probably find it in the town report — Grading Humph- rey Road . . $2,000. This means they stirred up all the -stumps, and boulders, ripped the planks off all the culverts, and shifted all the holes to new places. It means some poor fellow had to ride the thing. And in the even- ing they parked the machine and went home. November came off cool and they next put the snowplows on the trucks. A new year has ar- rived, and the situation has slipped their memories. Now they have the third-class ap- propriation to spend and the machine is mislaid. "Lost." They'll find it. The gears will be rusted so it will take two days' work to start them. They may have to cut a few alder bushes to get at it. But it"s there, all right. Someday some- body will say, "When are you coming to get the road machine in my orchard?" Then they will all remember. I hope they find it, but not too soon. By John Gould in The Christian Science Monitor. Q. When having a piece of sil- ver for a baby marked with only one initial, should it be the first or the last? A. The first. REGAL KISS — Miss On verse of 1960" L in da Bement, of .,d11 Cake tit)4 Utdh, is kissed 69, Akikce kojired, last year pi Miss from :kip& Doctors. Too. Ready With the Krii.fOT As the playgoing crowd pushes out of the theatre after the final act, .a middle-aged man crumples to tree sidewalk. Is there a doe- ter inthe house? There is. Swiftly he whips out his penknife, rips open the patient's coat and shirt, makes a neat incision in `the chest, and massages. the heart,. And then? Then .the patient dies, That, at least, is the observe- time of Dr, George B,, Holswade el New York Hospital-Cornell Medical Center, who thinks doc- tors have become too fond of emergency surgery. "Attempts to resuscitate individuals from sed- den death in public places has a dramatic and heroic appeal," he says,. "but thus far all reported, cases- of successful resuscitation from cardiac arrest . „ have been. within the confines of a hospital," When the heart is beating feebly, he adds, the penknife surgery is not onlyeuselees, it is down- right dangerous. It was with "great excitement" therefore that Dr. Holswade read recently of - a new method of heart massage which promises to revolutionize the e m erg en c y treatment of coronary failures. The method, developed by Dr,. W. B. Kouwerihoven, a Johns Hopkins electrical engineer,. with the help of another engineer and a surgeon from Johns Hopkins; was reported in the current Jour- nal of the American Medical As- sociation. It does not use surgery, and is so simple that it may,soon SNAPPY FACE — "Most photo- genic new face on Broadway" is the title bestowed on Merle Letowt by students at New York Institute of Photography. become a standard procedure taught in first-aid classes. The method consists of push- ing down on the flexible breast- bone which lies over the heart, thus forcing blood out of the cor- onary chambers, Placing one hand on top of the other, with the heel of the lower hand on the patient's lower breastbone, the first-aider applies enough pressure to depress the bone about an inch. Then he lifts his hands to let the chest expand, and the blood flows back into the heart. He does this at least once a second until the heart pumps on its own—which may be anywhere from one minute to more than an hour. Now standard procedure in Johns Hopkins operating rooms, the technique has been used on more than 50 patients from one month to 82 years old, It has proved 72 per cent effective — an amazing record, says Die Hols- wade, who reports that the open- chest heart-massage method has proved Only about 40 per cent ef- fective. The closed-chest tech.' nique has been• taught to Barn- More firemen, and several other cities ardtlrid the batten have ale ready asked the Jaime X-lopkins group• to train their firemen also, "We just can't de said bee 1CounteehoVere "We haven't got the staff, and our time is taken in developing the technique. Atie, ong other things, we'd 'like to work out a way of giving heart Massage to a than in a vertical position electric-company Heerlen. Whe has been elect/tett,. eci on a pole, :for example. It will take titte. The cIesed-chest tech- nique sounds simple, but it took, US two years to develop and we tilt deet kiie# dkadtlY why' it works'.6 TM. A drive just a few miles from home isn't necessarily unevent- ful. That we realized a few days ago. We were on our way , to Johnny's farm, twelve miles from here. To get there we could stay mostly on the high- way or go across country. Part- ner likes the back concessions so that's the way we went. Even- tually we came to an underpass on 401. "Now," said Partner, "when we get through here, turn left." Turn left . . . oh, no — not on a road wet with tar, and no sand! So we kept straight on instead, going several miles out of our way to reach our destina- tion. But we got there. I was telling the lady of the house about the tar. "Yes," she said, "I'm afraid they'll be tarring this road one of these days." "I suppose so," I answered, "but t h an k goodness they haven't done it yet." "We were at the farm less than an hour and decided to return home by the highway -- once we were off the conces- sion road that led to Johnny's farm. Ah me! We drove down the lane and there, on the road right in front of us, was more wet tar! There was no other way out. Fortunately only a lit- tle better than half the width of he road had been, sprayed so, once I had crossed the road, I was able to avoid most of the tar by driving with the off-side wheels almost in the ditch. Well, a good way to avoid tar and other road problems is to do what we are doing right now — staying home. About half our family and several of our neighbours are away on holiday — which makes it quiet and peaceful for us. But we don't lack entertainment. Out here on our patio it is surprising what we see. Our bird-bath is only a few yards away and just now a movement attracted my atten- tion. Was it birds taking a bath? Not a bit of it. Ditto had jump- ed on to the centre stone and was taking a drink. So, cater to the birds and it's the cat who benefits. However, there aro plenty of trees to attract the birds. A whole family of them were twittering away just now among the branches of an elm — obviously mother was giving her fledglings their first flying les, • son. ("Ditto, you keep away from those trees.") I am not quite sure what species of birds they are — grey, with an all- white breast. Pretty little things — buntings, perhaps. What S pity it is anyhirig so attractive should also be dee- truetive. Vieltorslast night were telling us they have a number of Old, but well-fruited cherry trees. And they didn't get a cherry. Robins, starlings and blackbirds took them all before the cherries were even ripe. Seems to the there are more birds stealing fruit now t h a ii there used to be. Fanners a gen-, eratien ago 'always got a good supply c.12. flint front their Orchards, Why the difference? Are there more birds or less fruit?` Or IS it that so neatly Woodlots that used to birds With Wild fruit hove been destroyed? I rather think that is the answer. Subdivisions don't provide hungry birds with food so they needs must plunder and steal wherever fruit is available. Speaking of birds and animals Dee and her family have suf- fered a loss. Honey, their eleven- year-old cocker-spaniel had to be put to sleep. Honey was over- fat and had some kind of kid- ney trouble. I was glad when the vet said for fear of infec- tion to the children it wasn't wise to keep her around any longer. I had been saying that for some time. Honey had quite a history. Eleven years ago Dee was living in Fort William. She wrote one time and said She was sending me a puppy to look after. I was to give her a home and look after her but not to forget the puppy was hers. It arrived un- expectedly one Saturday night. Bob was away with the car so I had to have a taxi-driver bring her home. One six-weeks old puppy in a taxi! Honey stayed with us for five years. When Dee was married and Dave a year old she went to live in Toronto. She was an, intelligent little tike. Would carry anything you gave her in her mouth and was.a wonderful pet for the boys. Also a good watch-dog and guard dog. She wouldn't let anyone near the baby-buggy when the boys were small. At the farm Honey and our much-loved Persian oat, Mitchie-Grey, used to sleep to- gether in the same box. Honey had many endearing ways and only one fault. She was greedy. Whatever crumbs or cookies the children dropped disappeared in a hurry. That, and the fact that she was speyed contributed to her 'fatness. Now Honey has filched her last cookie and her guard duties are over, so we hope she is happy in whatever 'heaven is reserved for canine pets. I have yet to hear what the boys said when told Honey wouldn't be coming home any more. Few women would wear slacks if they had hindsight. Well-Loved Voice Stilled At Lost "I set myself and let go all I had." This was how baritone Lawrence Tibbett recalled that eventful January night in 1925 when, as Ford in Verdi's "Fal- staff," the 28-year-old unknown. from 13akersfield, Calif., stormed his-Way to sterelora on the stage Of New York's Metropolitan Opera House, In nearly 30 years of operatic singing at the Met and else- where, he performed brilliantly in more than 7Q widely varied roles. And in an era when American singers enjoyed little or no reputation abroad, he broke down the artistic barriers of such citadels as the State Opera in Vienna and the Royal Opera House in London. He was a pioneer in radio and in musical Movies, and it was his genera- tive force which brought a sin- gers' and dancers' union into being -- the American Guild of Musical Artists, Leery Tibbett's personal life was no less full. A man of boundless energies and zestful enthusiasms, Tibbett attracted just as many male friends as female admirers. He loved the 'abundant life — too much for his own good, as he himself rue- fully confessed. Often, when other singers were safely home, tucked comfortably in bed after a nightcap of warm milk, big, handsome Larry drank cham- pagne until dawn. Tibbett's voice was not a booming vocal instrument, but he knew how to use it with the most dramatic and exquisite- ly subtle effects. His versatility encompassed a variety of roles which ranged from the tender compassion of the Elder Ger- mont in Verdi's "La Traviata" to his contemptuously evil Scar- pia in Puccini's "Tosca." Lawrence Tibbett died at 63 last month in New York's Roose- velt Hospital, after failing to rally from surgery to relieve pressure on the brain. His active liTe could be compared with his first Metropolitan Opera tri- umph — he literally gave it all he had. — From NEWSWEEK. Modern Etiquette By Anne Ashley Q. When one's name has been mispronounced during an intro- duction, should one let the error go by or should one correct it? A. If the introduction is a casu- al one and you, do not expect to see the other person again, you might very well let the error pass. Otherwise you may proper- ly say, "I'm sorry, but I think you misunderstood my name. It is Barry, not Perry." Q. What is the correct manner in which to eat beef or chicken pot pie when it is served in a small baking dish? A. You may eat it directly from the baking dish, or lift a little of it at a lime from the baking dish on to the -dinner plate. should Mee a n emeraltt instead of the usual dlamoud en- gagesnent rIng, but have been told this Is. not proper. 11'hat tlo you think. about A. You may have any kind of engagement ring you wish, While opened in a !wept,. MI recently, wine- of nay friends visited me and hronght gifts, have thanked, most of these per,. sans either personally or by telce phone. Xs. it necessary Also. for me. to write each one a. "thank you" note? A, No; write only to those whom. you haven't been able to thank personally, WONDER blouses — sew-easy and so smart! They take so little fabric, you can whip up all three for practically pennies, Printel Pattern 4915: Misses' Sizes 12, 14, 16, 18, 20. Size 15 top style 11/2 yards 35-inch; mid- dle 1% yards 39-inch; lower 1% yards 35-inch. Printed directions on each pat- tern part. Easier, accurate. Send FIFTY CENTS (50) (stamps cannot be accepted, use postal not for safety) for this pattern. Please print plainly SIZE, N A M E, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER. Send order to ANNE ADAMS, Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. UNDERWATERMELON — Taking their watermelon in its natural environment, Ginger Eitolz, left, and Mary Eagan dine at Cy- press Gardens. NEW U.S. POSTAL TRUCKS'- Americans will soon be seeing this• type U.S. mail truck roiling around city streets, The Post Office Department has ordehed 3,210 from. Willys. They will be sit- stand vehicles with' right-hand drive, automatic shift. 114 AMERICAN WAY Some British 'think this new U.S. trAdsty in Landon 'is "brash ,4 bt4 ;what they're -molly :upset Oledue is a huge golden eagle which will be, iinbUnled over the ene trance beat the roof line. The building WCS designed by Edeo gatirinen it P'Ortland Stone and iteileV-colored telefelleilitei Witte