The Clinton News Record, 1936-02-27, Page 7vnulls, FEE. 27, tom TIIE CLINTON,
NEWS -RECORD
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Health
Cooking
Edited by Rebekah.:
Care of Children
is delicious
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ilMiilatiulls ui NeVe�aV
A Column Prepared Especially for Women—
But Not Forbidden to Men
NEIGHBORING
-Where is a more gracious thing,
• Than old-fashioned neighboring?
A voice that calls, "Here is a wedge
Of warm spice cake," across the
hedge;
• ^Cir „Eave you space by chance
'For sante extra pansy plants?"
Or .cocking on the kitchendoor
"Want a new quilt pattern?" Or
• In 'hours of grief and trouble, "Do .
Let me help, I so long to!". •
Little kindnesses that start"
Front a next -house neighbor's heart
''To be returned, until they make
A chairs the years can never break,
Linked with bonds of. neighboring
Where is any finer thing?
—Ethel, Romig Fuller.
There is nothing ntucli fiuer, in -
••deed, than "neighboring." Nothing.
:gives one such. a feeling of security
as to know that there ate those upon
whom you can call if. need be, in the
-confidence that they will respond in,
just the way you wish them to.
And there is no finer tiring than
being a good neighbor. The Good
Old Book, from which we should take
• .the chart for dui lives, says that "He
who would have friends nnust show
himself friendly," and that works out
for neighbors, too.
Sembtimes being a good neighbor
cuts into the day's activities and .hin
•dens us in the performance of some
plans which we had intended carry-
ing ottt; it may be that occasionally
it causes us a good deal of inconven-
ience. What does that matter, In
`the Ion'g run? We should be willing
to bear a good deal of inconvenience
for our neighbor. One never knows
just how much a little neighborly act
Counts. But we do not need to know.
Just fet us be. neighborly'.
And ft doos not do to jfmit the e-
' tent of our neighborliness. Youre-
Member the great parable on neigh-
bors? It. may be that sometimes we
need to neighbor someone whom we
do not know. But we may be in this
wayejus't the more closely carrying
out the lesson of that great parable.
• Somehow, I have often felt that
the early settlers in this country, the
men and women who came to• this
country when it was a wilderness and
who hewed out homes` in that wikler-
nese (to them we owe a great debt)
were more neighborly than we are to.
day. They lived simpler lives; they
knew each others' hardships and
trials and were willing to share and
share alike with their neighbors, at
least so we.have been told. Nowadays
we are too apt to think that it is ev-
ery man for himself, no matter who
catches the hindermost, and we are
not so thoughtful of others, But
there is nothing after all to beat
kindliness, thoughtfulness for Oth-
ers'/ fast veal neighborliness.
ILEBESAB.
MOTHER MACHRER
There's a spat in me heart which uo
Colleen may own,
There's a depth in ase soul never
sounded or known.
There's a place in my memory, my
life that you fill
No other can take it, no one ever will.
CHORUS:
Sure, I love the dear silver that
shines in your hair
And the brow that's all furrowed and
wrinkled with care,
I kiss the dear fingers, so toil -worn
for me
Ohl God 'bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
Every sorrow and care in the dear
days gone by
Was mace bright by the light of the
smile in your eye,
Like a candle that's setin a window
at night
Your fond Iove has cheered me and
guided me right.
Veal& Service
GOITRE
Place your finger on what you
'know as your "Adam's apple"; this
will be just above the isthmus which
joins the two lobes of the thyroid
. gland lying on either side beneath the
eiusoles of the neck.
This thyroid gland produces a se-
• eretion which plays an important
part in the growth of the body, and,
' • later, in determining the rate of cel
Iain body functions. It may act as
the blower, or forced draft, at ane
time, and as a check draft on other
• occasions.
• Any enlargement of the thyroid
gland `•due to an abnormal condition' Is
called goitre, ono of the oldest dis-
eases known. Among men- and the
lower animals, goitres are much more
prevalent in certain districts, such as
the basin `of the Great Lakes, which
are designated as goitre belts. This
type .of goitre is known as simple or
endemic gel-6re. The -word "endemic"
means 'Pertaining to a particular lo-
cality.
T e reason for these goitre. belts
is generally believed to be a lack of
iodine in the soil,' The thy old gland
requires iodine if it is to function
properly. Iodine cannot be stored to
the body; so a verystnall, but more
or less constant intake in the food.
eaten is required.
The sea provides an. inexhaustible
supply of iodine. Goitre is rare on
'•the sea coast or among those who eat
sea foods, When the soil is deficient
iniodine, then the foods grown in
such' soil are also deficient and do
not furnish the body requirements of
I :this, element.
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attab an i' c ebirat Ao,rn ctiow
and Life Insurance Companies is Cauads.,
Edited by
GRAFT FLEMING. M.D., Associate Secretor+
•
In certain places, notably Switzer-
. !and, cretins used to be 'fairly com-
mon. These individuals never grew
up, either. in mind or in. body. We
now know that the'coiidition is due to
the absence of the thyroid gland in
these ehrldren, A modern miracle
was the discovery that when children
of this type are fed the thyroid gland
of sheep, they will, in many cases, de-
velop, in mind and body, as do other
children. •
In the absence of iodine, the thy-
roid gland enlarges in an effort to
' stake up for its deficiency. The en.
largenlent,may do no harm, unless it
gives rise to pressure symptoms. If,
for sone reason, the gland' ehould be-
come overactive, then the fires or:
life are unduly stimulated, the heart
beats rapidly, the rate of metabolism
is quickened, there is emotional in-
stability, an'd the eyeballs may pro-
trude, which Last-named eynptom.
gives. the 'adjective "exophthaliic'-
todescribe this particular form o;.
goitre.
An enlarged or disordered thyroie
requires, skilled treatment. Iodine.
for example, may do a great deal of
harm if .}sed by those who have goi-
tre, except as prescribed by and rut-
der the observation of a physician.
In those regions where goitre is'pee,-
Qv' alent, ,iodine may be prov,�7ed for m
the diet, upon the advice of the fam-
ily doctor, through the use of iodine
added to Water or food, or. in tablet
form at• regular intervals.
Questions concerning health, ad-
resied to the Canadian Medical d aI A-
' s
sociati'on, 184 College St., Toronto,
will be answered personally by letter.
•TIIE CRACKER
(Continued from page 3)
almost worn out, mother. You ought
to get dad to buy you a new one."
Hugo took it from Alice, and look-
ed at it as it lay in the palm of his
hand. '
It was certainly worn and thin.
Weeks, months, years of hard work
had worn that metal away. The
sparkling brightness, the comfort
and love in this pleasant home had
all cone from that wearing away;
blit the woman who noticed and com-
mented on that wearing was riot, and
never would have been, Ellen. Her-
rick.
She was one of the nicest women
he had ever met; and Christine was
like her mother', he observed.
"No, you mustn't let him buy you
a new one, Mrs. Herrick," Hugo
said. "Anyone can have a new wed-
ding -ring, but one like this has to
be earned."
He slipped it on her; she was a
fascinating Girl. But now that he had
seen her home and her mother — a
doctor's wife needs to be . made of
just the same fine and reliable metal
as Ellen Herrick.
Christine's heart sang. Hugo's a
darling—a darling! And she snatch-
ed up a cracker.
"Pull it with me, daddy!".
They all pulled their crackers, and
things fell out—caps and mottoes
and tin rings and . blue glass brace-
lets. They were very jolly round
the table. There was a greatdeal.
of laughter and cracking of nuts;
but no message from Miss Buckhav-
en was discovered or dreamed of.
Afterwards, when Ellen and Alice
were getting tea in the kitchen.
Christine came out from the sitting -
room. •
"Mother, he's asked me to go clown
to Folkstone with him and stay till
tomorrow might! Oh, mother, what
shall I do? I can't go--/ can't pos-
sibly! I've nothing to wear!"
Nobody suggested it to Alice, no-
body expected it of Alice; but AIice
took Christine upstairs and lent her
things. Her new coat, the hat which
matched, an evening frock Alice had
been meaning to wear herself that
evening, some good new stockings, a
51118 nightgown— ,
"Don't be a chump! Of course you
can borrow them," Alice said kindly.
"It doesn't matter !f I look a bit be-
hind the times for once. I've got
Brian for weeks now."
And Brian's mother and Brian's
sister, too. .
Later, Ellen and Alice watched
Christine, gloriously happy, disap-
pear down the road in Hugo's two-
seater.
And then Brian and Alice went
out.
"We're not often up," Brian ex-
plained, apologizing, "and Alice loves
dancing. You don't mind?"
Then Denis went, too, to a party
at another boy's house, and Ellen and
her husband were left alarm in the
suddenly`citiiet house.
"One more Christmas over, old
lady."
Ellen smiled at her husband.
"It's been a happy one, hasn't it?
Not much money tie spare, but, after
all, it didn't matter. It isn't money
that makes Christmas."
"No. Judging by the mess in this
room, it's chiefly nutshells and col-
oured paper."
Ellen. laughed.
"I'll clear up, and we'll have a cup
of tea together, I don't want supper,
doyou, just now?"
"You sit down, my girl. You look
tired out."
Carefully, methodically, and with
the maddening slowness of a well-
meaning but 'untrained man,, dad
cleared up the mess on his knees. So
it was he, who found Miss Buckhav
en's card, under the table.
He read it, Ellen read it, they read
it again together. Ile put on his hat,
though he, laughed at himself, and
went clown the road to the telephone -
box. He came back, pale with excite,
meet.
'It's true, If we take the card
there, we get five hundred, -Ellen."
Late, fate -into the night, he and
Ellen at up in front, of the fire and
talked, and spent the sum over and
over again. The little debts which
had been harrying them—two hun-
dred would clear them off easily.
Then they could buy new curtains
and newclothes, and have a real holi-
day together.
It was true -- it was absolutely
true! A real Christmas surprise, an
unexpected arid magnificent gift,
Santa Claus had passed over the
childrens stack -Mee this time to give
his best present to father and moth-
er. And they deserved iti-Lonc;.an
";Answers.,,
THOSE GAY NINETIES
Uncle and niece stood watching the
young . people dance . about them. •
"I'll bet you never saw any danc-
ing like .that back . in tilt 'nineties,
elr, uncle?"
"Once—brit the .dace was raided!"
CONTRIBUTIONS.
Dear. Rebekah: -1 am. ever so in
terested in `bur": •page and would
like to see it the best sort of a etc -
doss. I wonder if you would like a
little bit of fun. If so perhaps you
would like this recipe which is a
good one. I'll give it you anyway,.
and you can use it if you like:
HOW TO COOK HUSBANDS
A good many husbands • are utterly
spoiled by mismanagement. 'Some
go about it as if their husbands
were bladders and blow them up;
others keep them constantly in hot
water; others let thein freeze through,
carelessness or indifference; some
keep them in a stew by irritating
words and • ways, others roast them
and others keep then. in a pickle all
their; lives.
It cannot be supposed that any•
husband will be tender and good
managed in any of the above ways,
but`they' are all right when proper-
ly treated. In selecting your bus -
band you should notbe guided by
the silvery appearance, as in buying
mackerel, nor by the golden tint, as
if you wanted salmon. Be sure and
select him yourself, as tastes differ.
Do not go to the market for him, as
the best are always brought to your
door. It is far better to have none-
unless
oneunless you will patiently learn how
to cook him..
A preserving kettle. of the finest
porcelain is best, but if you have
nothing but an earthenware firkin it
will do with care. See that the lin-
en in which you wrap him is nicely
washed and mended, with the regu-
lation number of buttons and strings
sewn on. Tie him in the kettle with
a strong silk cord called comfort, as
the one called duty is apt to be weak
They are apt to fly,out of the ket-
tle and be burned and crusty on the
edges since, like crabs and lobsters,
you have to cook then while raw.
Make a clear steady fire out o1' love,
neatness and cheerfulness. Set him
as near this as seems to agree with
him. If he sputters and fizzes, do
not be anxious, some husbands do
this until quite clone. Add a little
sugar in the form of what a con-
fectioner calls kisses, but no vinegar
or pepper on any account. A little
spice improves him but it must be
used with judgment. Do not stick
any sharp instrument into hien to
see if he is becoming tender. Stir
him gentry; watch the while lest he
stick too, close and fiat to the kettle
and 'so become useless. You cannot
fail •t0' know when he is done.
If thus treated you will find him
very digestible, agreeing well with
youand the children, and he evi1T
keep as long as you want unless you
become careless and set him in too
cool a place. NEIGHBOR.
Thank you, Neighbor. I'm sure a
bit of fun won't hurt our page at all.
And it is to be hoped the above re-
cipe will be taken and used as need-
ed.
RECIPE FOlt HAPPY MEAL
• The girl -of -the -out-of-doors writes
this description of a lovely day she
and I spent last summer away up
north; •
• "I think your Hoene page is going
to be quite a success. The women
seem to like the..idea. Do you want
my favourite` recipe for a meal?
Here it is anyway: Take one large
smooth rock, build on it a small hot
fire. Over a grid place a coffee pail
and a frying pan. While the coffee
boils fry large quantities of bacon
and eggs, Serve; with thick slices of
bread and butter. Over all is pour-
ed the sauce of content, the lap of the
waves, the heat of the sun, the
warmth', of companionship and the
joy of living. That, any love, in oth-
er' words, is our picnic on the lovely
pointed 'rock, in Little : Boshkung
Lake.--Girl-of-the-out-of-dooiis."
Thanks, girlie! That was an ideal
day. Here's hoping there may be
another. -
Dear Rebekah:—I ehave enjoyed
your•page-for quite a while and I am
cure I will enjoy "our" page as well:
I would like to add my bit. I have
a recipe for a cake which I have
never seen in print and j which has
made me a name es a cake maker
for miles around. We live in a sec-
tion where lunch is served at all ad-;
fairs, whether. afternoon .or evening.
One boy has. ordered ono •for his wed
ding with date filling and comet ie-
ing. He says it is'•,better than any
wedding cake he has ever tasted.
am reminded -of the fate one lady
met when she sent an :eggless recipe
to a farm. paper saying she had e;a
hobby for eggless recipes. The Lady
of the Page (a city lady).was rather
scathing in her reinarlcs aliotit a far-
mer's wife not ,using, egge. Wen,
there are three reasons for riot using
in any form, queer as it may seem;
(2) sonic folic cannot use eggs, doc-
tors orders; (3) some times farmer's
wives look at eggs as hard cash and
as such treat thein but at other
times there are plenty and they use
the fall quota. Well,"here is the re-
cipe:
MARY'S CHOCOLATE CAI{,E
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup flour (pastry)
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 tablespoons. cocoa
1 cup sour Hulk or buttermilk.
2 rounding tablespoon butter.
Method:
Roll out any lump in sugar and
put it and flour, soda, cocoa, and a
dash of salt in sifter, sift and them
add butter (softened but not melt-
ed) and milk. Beat all together and
put in two layer tins or one long
pan' for cut cake and bake in
slow oven for 20 minutes for layer or
28 minutes for cut cake.
The secret of the cake Seems to be
in the slow cooking.
• NOW FOR ICING
There are several good ones:
(1) 2 cups brown sugar, % cup
water, boil till ,spins a ,thread; beat
two egg whites and pour the hot sy-
rip slowly, heating all the time. If
too hard add a spoon or two oh. cream.
Add broken nutmeats to filling if de-
sired.
(2) One egg white, one cup gran-
ulated sugar, one-half cup grated ap-
ple pulp; beat all together until it
will stand in peaks. There are sev-
eral variations: Instead of apple use
one half cup of apricot pulp; one ban-
ana ;one peach drained and mashed
fine or if you want colour use straw-
berries drained for pink or grape
jelly for mauve, using the half .cup
scant for the one egg white.
(3) If you make a cut cake there
are two or three different types of
topping:.
(a) Before putting in oven sprin-
kle granulated sugar and finely
chopped or ground nut meats. Any
.tut will do; butter nuts are good;
also walnuts or you may like cocoa-
nut. I like brazil nuts cut fine the
long way of nut. If you use a
sharp knife this is easily dobe.
(b) Beat one egg white, stiff, add
one half cup brown sugar and pour
this over cake and the work of mak-
ing end icing is over.
—FARMER'S WIFE
This cake sounds good, no natter
how you decide to ice it, but being of
a thrifty turn of mind, I am wonder-
ing what you do with your egg yolks.
Farmer's Wife also says:
"Next month at the Women's Inati-
tue I am giving a paper on potatoes,
from soup to candies, and supplying
recipes, and also serve lunch and will
use potatoes in all the dishes served."
Perhaps she will tell us how she
snakes out. I am very fond of pota-
toes, but do not think I'd like .them
as a steady diet, I like variety, But
we shall wait and see how Farmer's
Wife gets along with her potato meal.'
A DEDICATION
(Rudyard Kipling
My new -cut ashlar takes the light,
Where crimson -blank the windows
flare;
By my own work, before the night,
Great Overseer, I make my prayer.
If there be good in that I wrought,
Thy hand compel),'d it, Master,
Thine; •
Where' I have fail'tl to meet • Thy
Thought
I know, through Thee, the blame is
mine.
One instant's toil to Thee denied
Stands all Eternity's offense;
Of that I did with Thee to guide
To Thee, through Thee, be excel-
lence.
Who, lest all thought of Eden fade,
13ring'st Eden to the craftsman's
brain,
Godliketo muse o'er his own trade
And manlike stand with Gocl again.
The depth; and dream of my desire,
• The bitter, paths wherein I stray,
Thou knowest Who hast made the.
Fire,
Thou knowest Who hast made the
Clay.
One stone the more swings to her
place
In • that dread Temple• of
' 4orth— •
It is enough that .through Thy grace
I saw naught common on Thy
teeth.
Take not that vision from me ken;
0, whatsoe'er may spoil or speed,
Help me to need' no aid from men,
eggs (1) some folic `cannot nee `eggs That I -may help such menus need!
Tliy
Household Economics
After' ail, you bake for anoatriahznent
IPus'ity Floor—riche in gluten—has more
"life" and nutrition. lt'also imparts that
fine, tasty flavor which will snake all..
your baking delightful.
P FL Ult
.fest for all your Baking¢
•
THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED
TO THE POETS
Here They Will Sing Yon Their Songs—Sometimes
Gay, Sometimes Sad— But always Helpful
and Ins piring•
MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS
The following poem has been re-
quested by a reader and we are glad
to publish it:
It was a laboring barque that slowly
held its way,
And o'er` its lee the coast of France
in the light of evening lay:
And on its deck a lady sat, who
gazed with tearful" eyes
Upon the fast -receding hills that dim
and distant rise.
No marvel ,that the lady wept -there
was no land on earth
She loved like that dear land, al-
though she owed it not her birth;
It was hen mother's latch, the land of
childhood and of friends—
It was the land where she lead found
for all her griefs amends—
The land where her dead husband
slept ---the land where she had
known
The tranquil convent's hush'd repose,
-and the splendors of a throne;
No marvel that tate lady wept — it
was the land of France—
The chosen home of chivalry — the
garden of romance!
The past was bright, Like those dear
hills so far behind her bark;
The future, like the 'gathering night,
was ominous and dark! .
One gaze again — one long, last
gaze— "Adieu, fair Prance, to
thee!"
The breeze conies forth—she is a-
lone on the unconscious sea.
The scene was changed. It was en
eve of raw and surly mood.
And in a turret -chamber high of an.
tient Holyrood
Sat Mary, listening to the rain, and
sighing with the winds,
That seem'd to suit the stormy state
of men's uncertain minds.
The touch of care had blanch'd her.
cheek—her smile was sadder
now,
The weight of royalty had pressed
too heavy on her brow;
And traitors to her councils came,
and rebels to the field;
The Stuart scepter well she swayed,
but the sword she could not wield
She thought of all her blighted hopes
--the dreams of youth's brief
day,
And smnmon'd Rizzio with his lute,.
and bade the minstrel play
The songs she loved in early years—
the songs of gay Navarre,
The songs perchance that erst were
song by gallant Chatelar;
They half beguiled her of her cages,
they soothed her into smiles,
They won: her thoughts from bigot
zeal, and fierce domestic broils;
But hark! the tramp of awned anent
The Douglas battle -cry!
They come -they come—and 10! the
scowl of Ruthven's hollow eye!
And swords are drawn, and daggers
gleam, and tears and words are
vain, •
The ruffian steel is in his heart—the
faithful Rizzio's slain!
Then Mary Stuart brush'd aside the
tears that trickling fell;
"Now for my father's arm!" she said,
"my woman's heart' farewell!"
The scene was changed. It was a
lake,. with one small lonely isle,
And there, within the prison -walls of
its baronial' pile,
Stern men, stood menkcing their
queen, till she'should stoop to
sign
The traitorous scroll that , snatch'd
the crown from her ancestral
line; --
"til lords, my lords!" the captive
Y
cried, "were I' but once more
free,
With' ten good knights on yonder
shore; to aid my cause and me,
That parchment would I scatter wide
to' every breeze that blows,,
And' once more reign a Stuart queen
o'er•, my remorseless foes!"
A'red'snot burn'd upon her cheek—
strcam'd her rich tresses down,
She wrote the words - she stoop -
erect -a queen without a crown!
The scene was changed. A royal host'
a royal banner bore,
And the faithful of the' land stood
round their smiling queen once
more:—
She staid her steed upon a hill—she
saw then starching by—
She heard their shouts—she read sue -
cess in every flashing eye;—
The tumult of the strife begins—it' •
roars—it dies away;
And Mary's troops and banners now,
and courtiers—where are they?
Scattered and strewn, and flying far,
defenceless and undone -
0 God! to see what she has Lost, and
think what guilt has wont
Away! away! thy gallant steed must
act no laggard's part;
Tel vain his speed, for thou dost bear
the arrow in thy heart.
The scene was changed. Beside the
block a sullen headsman stood,
And gleamed the broad axe in his
hand, that soon must drip with
blood,
With slow and steady step there cone
a lady through the hall,
And breathless silence chain'd the
lips, and touch'd the hearts of
all:
Rich were the sable robes site wore --
her white veil round her fell—
And from her neck there hung the
eross—the cross she loved so
well!
I knew that queenly form again,
though blighted was its bloom --
1 saw that grief hacl deek'd it out --
an offering for the tomb!
I knew the eye, though faint its light,
that once so brightly shone—
I knew the voice, though feeble now,
that thrill'd with every tone—
/ knew the ringlets, almost grey, once
threads of living gold—
I knew that bounding grace of step—
that symmetry of mould!
Even now I see her far away, in that
calash convent aisle.
I hear her chant her vesper -hymn, I
mark her holy smile
Even now I see het bursting' forth,
• upon her bridal morn,
A new star in the firmament, to light
add glory bon!
Alas! the change! she placed her
foot upon a triple throne,
And on the scaffold now. she stands--
beside the block, alone!
The little dog that licks her hand, the
last .of all the crowd
Who sunn'd themselves beneath her
glance, and round her footsteps
bow'd!
Her neck is barest -- the blow is
struck --the soul is pass'd away;
The bright—the beautiful—is now a
bleeding piece of clay!
The dog, is moaning piteously; and, as
it gurgles o'er,
Laps the warm blood that trielcling
runs unheeded to the floor!
The blood of beauty, wealth and
power—the heart blood of a
queen—
The noblest of the Stuart race—the
• fairest earth hath seen--
Lapp'd by a dog. Co, think of it, in
silence and alone:
Then' weigh against a grain of sand,
• 'the glories of a throne!
GODERICB: The skating rink
was the scene of a gay carnival last
week, when young and old appeared
in colorful costumes to compete for
prizes and enjoy a night's skating.
Prizes were awarded as follows: Best
dressed juvenile, Edrisanne Johnston;
best' dressed young man, Colin Camp-
bell; best dressed young lady, Bernice
Hogarth; national costume, Helen
Lane and Mary Buchanan;• lady
•comic, Dorothy . Westbrook; comic
gentleman, Gordon Cuthbertson and
Don' Johnston., The door prize was
won by Benson Whitley. Waiter
Westbr•oolc won the ',.boys' race. and
Adeline Robinson won the giels' race.
The juclges were Eenost Long, C. K
Stewart and Howard Fowler.,