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The Brussels Post, 1961-02-16, Page 2• fa • ••••.••-•-•,-- tr«•r•••••••••••,-••=4 ••,*.••-•*••••%"4.4* • • • •• • • •,"••1.Fr easesressetee ill!4yistoorry. Of Tha. Musk's Lost it Was a fault hope itIttf n time, but het heart wo set on trying, She wrote to General de. Gaulle asking for her cane to be COn4icIPrd• A, few weeks eat) she had a reply. Pecause the, banns had been published in 1944, an d. 1. view of the cement 'of letters left by Jean, the marriage, could take place, provided that both families agreed, Agreement was obtained and the ceremony was performed at the town nail in Lagny. Although Jacqueline's is the fourth posthumous marriage to have taken place in France, it is the first to have been arranged so Many years after the death et the prospective bridegroom, Married A Man Dead Sixteen Years ~ipiest w•or apex in France to-day le Jacqueline Tri. beet, dark-haired, thirty-nine- )37, year-old oltlfhafepi cpellta: worker itt the ,Ministry of Finance. e is because he has just- married the father Of her fifteen year=-old daughter. fortt rth;infttnhcree' jMeainnisVtrTlect;fla- ployee, has been dead for sixteen s. Jacqueline's marriage, t h e fourth of its kind in France, is the fulfilment of e dream she has had for years, "Always," she said, "I have wanted to be known as Madame Vernet, but it was not until I read about a posthumous mar- riage in the papers that I real- ized it was possible," It all started in 1941 when Jacqueline and Jean first met, It was love at first sight, She lived in Lagny, he in Paris, but at week-ends they would go into the country to forget about the war and dream of their future togTehtehe. ile came the German oe. cupation and Jean learned that he was to be deported to a-slave labour camp in Germany. Un- ianbtloe to bearthe thought of being parted from Jacqueline, he went The couple became engaged, then ,Jacqueline discovered that she was expecting a baby, They decided to marry straight away. It was then. August, 1944, the month of the Liberation. There would be a double celebration in Lagny. Jean and Jacqueline could hardly wait for yie wed- ding day to dawn. Then came tragedy. Jean fell ill with diphtheria. Within a few days he was dead, "I can't describe the shock and misery I felt," said Jacqueline. "Ours was a perfect love. Al- though life was hard and cheer- less at that time, the three years I spent with Jean were the hap- piest of my life." The birth of a daughter — christened.Jeannine — brought consolation, b u t Jacqueline's dearest wish, to be married to Jean, could not possibly, it seem- ed, be fulfilled. Often, as she grew up, Jean- nine would ask about her father and study the picture of him that stood on the sideboard. Little did she realize that, soon after h e r fifteenth birthday, s h e would witness the wedding of her mother to this man who had died in 1944. Then, last June, Jacqueline read of the marriage of twenty- six-year-old Nicole Renoud who had become the wife of a man who had died two years eaerlier. Could Jacqueline do the same? Fastest Woman In The World Merlon Henderson ixs the Christ- elan Science Monitor, And so you will find people today who Still hope to come by a musk fragrance. I remember hearing the late Meaner Sin- clair-Rhode--the famous writer or flowers and herbs--etell this story, When a girl of ten she spent a holiday in the Highlands with her parents, Her host had a beautiful garden and the sweet-scented musk grew in the greenhouse along with many more flowering plants. One day the little girl met the old gar- dener watering his glasshouse. treasures, "Smell that plant," he said to Eleanor, "Smell it and try to remember the scent, For the musk will soon lose its perfume and that will never come back until we are rid of the fear of war. When the world learns to live in peace, the music will re- cover its scent," That phophecy stays unfulfill- ed, and up and down Britain the musks are scentless, A few years ago, while passing through Keswick, I took a by- road for the sake of visiting a wayside garden close to the vil- lage of Pooly-bridge, I stooped to exam-nine the wide glades of stone covered over with a thick mat of green leaves interwoven with email yellow flowers, The leaves were green as emerald since a burn flowed under the paving stones. And I admired the clumps of forget-me-nots and pansies that spread almost on to the road, It was while I was picking a few of the green leaves from the musk that the door of a cottage opened on the opposite side of the road, "There's no scent in the musk," said the old woman who stood in the doorway. "Once, I remember how nearly every cyclist stopped here to smell the wild garden; now the cars fly past, leaving only the fumes of petrol behind." The thing is to keep one's nose clear and appraising, despite the fumes from modern traffic. Then we shall be able to trace the first faint recurrence of the long lost scent of the musk. Perhaps, even, we may chance, on a plant hidden away in some remote corner and still endowed with its original fragrance, ••••••••• FREEZY DOES 'IT — The New York skyline presents a chilly picture from the icicle draped promenade of Governor's Island in the middle of New York. Harbor. TABLE T KS ,2Jau, Ancbews. SUET PUDDING 1 cup flour 1 cup sugar 1 cup raisins 1 cup suet, finely cut 1 cup bread crumbs ea teaspoon each, salt and cinnamon 1 cup sweet milk 1 teaspoon soda Combine all ingredients and mix well; pour into greased bowl. Cover with aluminum foil or waxed paper. Steam 3 hours. Serve with white or brown sauce. Serves 6. This pudding keeps well and can be reheated. World's Best "I thought you might wish to try the old-world het hiscuits which always bring f . ' le re- marks from my fr ?hese are made with sm eacon ends, These meaty, r • nesive delicacies lend both flavor and substance," writes Mrs. Char- lotte Miller. BACON BISCUITS 1 cup bacon ends, cut in 11/4,- Inch squares 21/e cups flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/a teaspoon soda I teaspoon salt Dash black pepper (optional) 1 cup sweet milk or buttermilk White of egg Fry bacon to golden brown. Sift together the dry ingredients. Add milk and bacon. Mix all ingredients together for one min- ute. Pat down on floured board to saeinch thick. Cut into small biscuits; brush with egg white. Bake 12 minutes 'at 450°F. The fastest woman in the world would rather sleep than run. sleep any time," said Olympic sprint champion Wilma Rudolph one day last month, after setting a woman's indoor record (6,9 seconds) for the,60- yard dash, "Any time I can, catch a nap — even for a few minutes — • I will." When she isn't sleeping, Miss Rudolph is running — so grace- fully and swiftly that, following her Olympic triumphs, she has become the most popular Ameri- can female athlete since the late. Babe. Didrikson. Her appeal ie twofold: Unlike most American female sprinter,, she wins: and, unlike many American female athletes, she looks feminine, This week, at New York's Madison Square Garden, she h favored to win the first women's event in the •Millease Games in 29 years, Miss Rudolph, a etudent at Tennessee A&I, has accepted her fame with the same .ease she. ac- cepted three gold medals "It's not much bother," she said, "ex- cept. that no matter, where I go now the phone is ringing every two seconds," At the Olympics, Wilma Spent most of her spare -time .with Ray Norton, the U.S. sprinter whose failure to win either the 100- or 200-meter dashes shocked track experts. Since the games, the world's fastest woman and the world's fastest man have been linked romantically, but when the subject came up once more, the link' snapped. "Ray's mar- ried," said Wilma, quietly, only a few days after learning of Nor- ton's recent marriage to a Uni- versity of California senior. "We're still very good friends." What are Miss Rudolph's plans for the 1964 Olympics? "I might be running then or I might be retired," she said. "I'm making no plans. You see, it's hard for a girl to make plans." "GENIUS" — That's President Kennedy's definition of his newly appointed White House physician, Dr, Janet G. Travail, of New York City. She is the first woman ever to hold the post and the first civilian in that capacity since the Harding administration. She succeeds former President Eisenhower's White House doctor, Maj. Gen, Howard McC. Snyder. Scouts, Science and Snow--- Here's a soup that makes a grand starter for a cold-Weather dinner br luncheon. It isn't hard to prepare and will probably be- come a real favorite with your family. SOUR CREAM POTATO SOUP 2 cups diced potatoes la cup chopped celery 1 small onion, sliced 11/2 cups water 1 chicken bouillon cube 2 cups sour cream with chives Salt and pepper to taste Minced parsley (if desired). Combine potatoes, c e l e r y, water, and onion and cook to- gether 20 minutes, Add bouillon cube and sour cream with chives. Simmer for approximately 5 minutes longer, but do not boil. Season with salt and pepper. •Gar- nish with parsley. Serves six. • • • Recipes requested for chess pie poured into The Christian Science Monitor from every- where and they differed so wide- ly that the cookery editor tried to select two types; one using a little corn meal and another us- ing just four ingredients. Some of these recipes call for vanilla and some for lemon juice for flavoring. Many suggest a sprinkle of nutmeg over the top. Mrs, R. T. Davidson, writes "Be- ing a chess pie enthusiast, I wel- comed the opportunity to share with readers some of my chess pie recipes. This one is used by members of my family and is probably the most popular one, Most cooks think chess pie should contain only these 4 in- gredients, CHESS PIE (1) 1 unbelted pie shell 1 cup sugar les cup butter 1 teaspoon vanilla 3 eggs Cream sugar and butter to- gether until smooth. Break eggs and beat in one at a time and pour info unbaked pie shell, Bake in moderate oven (350° F.) for about 30 minutes. Mrs. Davidson adds the fol- lowing pointer about chess pies: "Sometimes in baking, the but- ter will separate from the other ingredients. I have been told the following step will eliminate this—place a tablespoon in the unbaked pie Shell and pour the filling over the spoon. Remove spoon and bake as usual" . • Mrs. Mary Wall, writes, "I have several chess pie recipes and all use corn meal. This recipe is from an old Virginia fainily cookbook over 100 years old, It Was the favorite in our long list of delicious pies." CHESS PIE (Z) 2 cups sugar 1/2 cup sweet cream 1 cup butter 5 eggs, beaten • I teaspoon corn meal Vanilla to taste 1 unbaked pie shell Cream sugar and butter to- gether: Add eggs, well beaten, and all other ingredients. Beat until Mixture is very light. The more beating, the better the pie, ("This refers to beating by hand," says Mrs. Wall, "as I do not., know how it would work with an electric beater, ) Pour into flaky uncooked pie shell and bake at 3503'75° P. for 30 Min- utes, * * Before the. winter IS over, you may want to make a suet. putty ding, One was sent to the col- limn from Canada, "t,Shottid like you to have this eggless suet pudding recipe: We, and niany others, enjoy it, arid t feel 'sure readers would: alga," eetateet Betty E. Fillmore. Optical Illusion You look and look, and still you can't believe your eyes, at the Magnetic Hill in New Brutes- wick. For it seems as if the law about gravity is topsy-turvy. At the top of the hill a sign instructs motorists to drive to a white post, then turn off the engine and keep brakes Then comes the shock. For the car will start to run backwards, gathering speed as it goes up- hill. To add, to the bewilderment, the water in the ditch by the side of the road flows uphill too. Many tourists try to make their cars coast down the hill ae they obviously should, But without success. Then, inevitably they get out of the cars and lie flat on the road, trying to get the true level by "looking Indian." Still the road goes down while the water flows up. Many sceptics have walked down the hill, But when they get near the bottom, their feet have been dragging and their breath coming in puffs. Coming up, though, is easy. Their legs know, their cars know, but their eyes cannot see that down is up and up is down. New Brunswick's Magnetic Hill, the world's perfect optical illu- sion, defies all logic. Teoale born at the beginning 01 Ole century may possibly remember the flowerpots of muck, which, along with prep!, me and fuessias, filled, almost every cottage window through- fent Britain, Mink was a special favorite, not because of its, small yellow flowers that resemble the wild rnimulus end the garden antirrhinum, but becatise of its indeecribably sweet scent. Cot- 'lagers grevi it for its scent alone, training the slender branches on tiny toy-like ladders, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, For children there was a kind of enchantment about those little ladders, and they watched the progress of the musk far more eagerly than they did the bright geraniums and the fuchsias pressed against the muslin-cur- tained windows, Children often bought a tiny pot of musk for a grownup's present—at two-pence it was ex- cellent value for even the smallest plant diffused the same penetrating perfume as the large one. It is always difficult for anyone to describe any partic- ular scent; musk seems to have suggested a mixture of lemon and almond, and the scent came from the leaves, not from the primrose-yellow flowers, Then, one day, the musk sud- denly lost its scent. It happened In the middle of World War I when such a happening might -well have been crowded out of public notice by the grave news from the battlefields in France. But the sudden and mysterious loss of scent from the musk made newspaper headlines one day in the year 1915. How had it happened? What was the reason? Everyone left with a scentless musk asked each ether these questions, but no- body could give an explanation. It was almost impossible, people thought, that every plant, in every part of the country, should suddenly have last the scent that made the musk such a favorite. Naturalists took time to inves- tigate the happening. Horticul- turists in' Britain and in other countries tried to account for it. But none of them appeared very definite about the explanation of what had taken place. When the experts finally de- ckled, to print their solution of the mystery, most flower-lovers found it extremely unconvincing end disappointing. The scientific explanation was that the original musk, growing wild in South America, and introduced to this country at the end of the 18th century, had gradually lost its originaly sweet scent, though no- body seems to have been aware of it. It often happens like that with other plants when they are cultivated and cosseted, instead of having to use their own pow- ers to attract insects by their color or their perfume. People who grew it had looked after the musk too well, and so it had im- perceptibly lost its attractive „scent. "Flowers," wrote Geof- frey Grisson, "have never been allowed to become quite so sen- timentally, dangerously power- ful . , as birds and dogs." Nevertheless, there were few Who were impressed with the scientific explanation about the favorite musk, for it was shorn of romance, and most flower- lovers are romantic as well as Imaginative. So, for years after, the rumor persisted that in some remote and nameless hamlet there-were musks that continued io smell as sweetly as did the original plants. The names of those places were never dis- elosed; they existed only in the Imaginative minds of those who refused to believe that musk had Boat its scent for always, Writes two Explorer Scouts, select- ocl by Boy Scouts offtClott, are spending the six-month 'arctic: winter at Camp Cen., tury the Ofeetilatt.ti ice cap. In picture at left, Soren Greg orsen of Denmark and Kent daerift§, deritte, of 1•1e0CleShd, Kan,,. w John G. Buteau at the control panel of the Nu- clear reactor at :Camp Cen. tury. The camp is a little, self,Contained City under the snow, TUnii4S, 13.6 feet deep Were dug to !jousts-:;tile, actor, top oictuee,. which generates eleCiricity for the iteelated research the election he said to 'me: "I don't want to change my doctor now. How about coming to the White House?' So I said I would , I find easy to make de- cisions, This is part of my temperament. I still don't know what I'll be paid. They'll get around to letting me know." Her new duties will put an end to her weekly tennis matches with her investment-counselor husband, John Powell, in subur- ban Pelham, N.Y., where they live, The job will also curtail their long summer weekends at the family homestead, a 1779 farmhouse in the rolling hills of western Massachusetts, where they ride horseback and swim in the local, quarry. Evenings at the opera and theatre ("We prefer strong drama"), and small, inti- mate dinners for friends in the arts and politics, will be fewer. "The President likes to have me around . . I think a doctor should be with him wherever - he goes, not because of his health, which is excellent, but because of possible accidents," she explained. "I hope to see him every day, at least to say hello." For that, she will have a White House car, with-a radio, always reachable by the Presi- dent. Born and reared in New York City, Dr. Travel]. was •known as a tomboy at faehionable Brearley School, At Wellesley, she ' Was elected to Phi Beta Kappa her junior year, and won the tennis championship three years ruin.. ning. In addition to rearing two daughters, the indefatigable Dr. Travell has clattered across ice fields in a clog sled near Canada's Hudson Bay to learitabout cold; driven a tractor to, learn What happens to a farmer's sacroiliac, and helped design scats for jet airliners. Of chairs, she once wrote: "Yeti wouldn't dream of buying shoes that don't fit, You wouldn't sleep in a bed that is too shott.,But have you ever stopped to con- sider whether the chair; you sit ih are right for you? Chairs are a. .personal thing." And the President's chair is no, exception; His brown leather chair in the White Rouse will get a thorough going-over froth his medical benefactress. If it doesn't fit him, she Ma§ even have a new one cleeiareed 'Prom NbW8- Wttit ISSUE I -a, 1961 *PACE CHIMP — Enos; a 31 pound chimpanzee, itrikes a strong eriari pose CO Hollohiciii Air farce - gate. The chimp is training' tee future rocket flight's. President Chooses A Lady Doctor Though the doors of New York Hospital one spring day in 1955 hobbled a desperate young man on crutches. After two years of intense pain, during which he, had undergone two critical spin- al operations and had spent months lying flat on his back, he now sought the help of a gray- ing and gracious woman doctor with a reputation for relieving pain. With sure gentleness in her large, gnarled hands, the doctor first found back muscles knotted in spasm. Next she injected Novocain directly into the af- flicted muscles to permit the blood to flow freely — a prOce- dure she had pioneered eight years earlier. Within seconds•the pain had subsided. The intensive treatment was continued for a few monthS, and the doctor added a qUarter-inth lift to the patient's shoe to offset a slightly longer right leg. Soon, he was walking without pain or'crutches, Six years later, the devoted ' and grateful patient, John P: Kennedy, appointed the doctor, .Tanet G. Travail, to be personal physician to the President, the neat wernae to be so honored. In making the appointment, the President said: "She is a genius terrific,, the best I've ever The meticulous br. Travel', who refers to herself as a "hy- brid, a cross between an internist and an orthopedist with a special interest in pain," has spent 35 years in teaching and research at New York Hospital. She has also treated privately Melly wealthy atid famous patients in- cluding flee members of the Itennedy family and Arizona Sen. Barry OolclWater, ^ "H'et appointment came about* eitheste "t had bees' trAYSigtg with the President tntir''Or less, since leetioii bay made that round-trip flight With him to Florida,the night the baby was born. ight lifter