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The Clinton News Record, 1936-09-10, Page 7THURS., SEPT. 10, 4936: THE CLINTON ..NEWS' --RECORD' PAGE: HO(JSEHOLD ECONOMICS COOKING r N V �. \ TEA 311 Rumina�oos of Rball A Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men • THE I,i:TTLE. CARES THAT FRETTED ME The little cares that fretted me, 1lost them yesterday, ..Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play; .-Among; the lowing of the herds, The rustling of the trees, • Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees., —The foolish fears of what may chance, I cast them all away, -Among the clover -scented grass,* Among the new -mown hay; • Among the rustling of the corn, Where drowsy poppies nod, 'Where ill thoughts, die and good are born-- .Out in the fields with God, • -Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I have mentioned it before, I know. i But some things bear repeating, and this is a •subject which needs to be studied and applied. The matter is that of holidays for the housewife and mother. "Iloli- • days," I think I hear some busy .housewife exclaim. "Holidays are • out of the question as far as I'm con- cerned. Who would get„ the meals • and look after the children if I went on a holiday?" And, you must admit, if you know anything about the many duties ' which devolve upon a:woman who looks after her own house and cares ' ;for two or three or more Children, ' that the problem is a serious one. hut, even so, if even the; busiest -of Dear Rebekah:— May I suggest rennet -custard des- serts as a particularly good food for children? They enable mothers to serve milk in completely changed form—a delicate, custard -like consis- tency. Furthermore, they are light, easy to prepare, digest much faster than plain milk and are popular with youngsters. The following recipes are but two of many delightful ren- net-custarddainties: women will really resolve to have a holiday, she can manage it. I do not mean that everyone can pack her grip and take a long jour- ney to a distant 'summer resort to spend a couple of weeks sitting on a verandah overlooking a lake, admir- ing' the scenery. That sort of a holiday is certainly out of the ques- tion for a good many. ` But while that would be a fine thing, if it were within reach, I doubt if manymoth- ers would be content to spend that long away from their own home and family, unless they were very sure that both were in good hands and that everything would be going smoothly at home. But it is not necessary to even leave hone, some- times, to have a' bit , of a holiday. Sometimes you will hear house- wives say that they never have a holiday, that they spend their lives slaving and working for others and never have time to think of them- selves. • That, I fee) sure, is a very silly attitude to take' and one which makes not only themselves, but their families miserable. And, it also de- feats the very object 'which they have in mind, the creating of an illu- sion of martyrdom. We look back with a sort of awe and reveref ed to the martyrs who died for thbir faith, for instance, but, somehow nobody seems to have much sympathy for present day ,martyrs; especially if they are seen to be fishing for our sympathy. Personally, I have little use for martyrs. No mother should be a CJ A HEALTH SERVICE OF• THE CANADIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION' AND LIFE INSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA REST AND REPAIR ',Our foster nurse of nature is repose. • —Shakespeare. Now if the prime darnager of health is fatigue it is easy to. believe that the prime: repairer and restorer • of health, is REST. Impairment of health is DISEASE; rest is ease. In .some diseases the specificand almost 'only remedy, is rest,. Nothing will .cure thein if rest be not applied. -But, 'whatever the illness, whenever. in ,the • World's history .and whoever the physician the most universal prescrip- tion for sick people the world over .and down all the ages has been rest in "bed. It was after the paralyzed man was cured, and when he was no longer sick, that he was told. to take upghis' bed and walk.' We can imagine ine '.a world without gravitation almost as easily as a world where disease could be cured without rest. Even inachines of iron and steel respond to 'rest, and a hard -worked railway en- gine after a month in the round -house, even without repairs, goes out a bet - 'ter engine.-:• A. diseased joint is put at rest, a broken bone is splintered, an in- flamed eye kept in the soothing dark, inflamed vocal cords hushed and a Itubereulosis lung - given a . pleural cushion of air. General _ symptoms demand general rest, rest of the .bocly :in all its parts and restof the mind a8 well. If cough it troublesome, or 'the heart beats rapid, if there is fev- •er, the nervous system unstable, or the appetite poor; if there is pain, weakness or undue loss of weight,- for each and all the sovereign rein- •edy is rest. For the half-starved war • victims in Belgium rest was almost as important as diet. Indeed "our foster' nurse of Nature is repose". "The best of rest is sleep". It is ''tired Nature's' sweet restorer". It "Knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care", Is "sure labor's bath, balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, 'thief nourisher in life's feast." • Not always, but very often, a sick tman is one -who has "gone broke", Edited by Rebekah. HEALTII CARE OF CHILDREN ninutes; place a few pieces of fruit at a time in the syrup and cook until I l tender. Pack in sterilized jars and cover with boiling syrup: Seal while rot, . Golden Mountain 1 package Orange Rennet Dessert Powder 1-3 cup prune pulp 2 teaspoons lemon, juice 1 pint milk 1 egg white Vs cup sugar Prepare rennet -custard dessert ac- cording to directions on package. Chill in refrigerator. Beat egg white until stiff, add sugar gradually until thor- oughly blended. Add prune pulp (prepared by rubbing cooked prunes through a sieve) and lemon juice. Justbefore serving, heap the glasses of rennet -custard dessert with prune whip, and if desired garnish with sec- tion of diced orange. over -spent his daily supply of phys- ical .and nervous t notday et et one gY but many days, and so depleted his reserves, piled up debts and mort- gaged that original asset commonly called his "constitution". Mortgage is a particularly suitable word since it means death pledge. Our bankrupt may have spent half what his neigh- bor has spent,, or less: the relevant matter is he has spent more than he could spare. For all men are not equal in health and strength re serves any more than they are in property and cash assets. The bank and the peanut stanch may seem e- qually prosperous, but a hurricane that does not even flurry the one, may put the other right out of busi- ness. This disastrous over -spending may have' been for the best of purposes, or for .the worst; may have helped to save. a nation or a world, or to ruin a life, One woman's over -spending may have been keeping a hone to- gether on nothing, another's in crash- ing social. gates. Whatever the cause, Mother Nature as banker makes no allowances, - but grimly casts her ee- 1 s count and in due time forecloses her too •t a •e canbeeithe • teat „rggs.Shen r cheat. eel nor cajoled 'and high financial kite flying she will have none of. The i one way we must deal with her is the slow and unexciting way of honest repayment. What can be done with such bank- rupt-spendthrifts? Some may re- spond to milder measures, but for many the only salvation is the bail- iff; Abe only plan to take away purse and, cheque-book. In other words, they must be put to bed and kept there, with their savings and spend=. Ings in the -hands of a capable and tactful administrator. Energy spend- ing trust be, cut down until it is nearly out, and energy making boost- ed in all 'ways, Hospitals are dab-- Wks' eb-tors' prisons where there are always some who have scattered life -wealth as children let sand run through their fingers, until they have been arrested, on Mother Nature's war- rents to serve a few of her indeter- minate sentences. At length income over -balances outgo, debts begin to be paid, a surplus accutnula.tes, some interest is paid on mortgage (death gage) and foreclosure staved ,off. Questions concerning health, ad= dressed to the Canadian Medical- As - iodation, 184 College St., Toronto,' will be answered personally by letter, Spiced Rhubarb 8 pounds of rhubarb 1 pint vinegar 1 teaspoon pepper 1 teaspoon ground ginger 3 pounds brown sugar 1 teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon cinnamon Wipe rhubarb, cut into shall pieces, but do not peel. Boil all ingredients' together till rhubarb is soft. Seal in sterilized: jars. Uncooked Vegetable Salad Pickle 1 peck ripe tomatoes 4 large red peppers 12 onions (chopped by hand not too fine - 2 cups sugar 2 cups salt 4 tablespoons cinnamon 2 tablespoons cloves 2 teaspoons pepper 1 teaspoon red peppers 4 stalks celery 2 quarts vinegar. Put salt over chopped vegetables and let stand overnight. Drain well This is most important as otherwise a very juicy mixture will result .Then pour over the vinegar and other in- gredients;. inix well and bottle. Eggless Coconut'Rennet-Dessert Custard , 1 Rennet Dessert Tablet 1 tablespoon cold water 1 teaspoon vanilla flavoring 1 pint milk 3 tablespoons sugar ' it cup coconut - Prepare' rennet -custard according to directions on circular in package?' Chill in refrigerator. Just before serving, top each dish of ice cold des- sert with two tablespoons of coconut. —Betty B. Thanks, Betty B., I'm sure children and their mothers would enjoy such desserts. Here are some nice recipes for this season: Pickled fears, Peaches Or Plums 4 quarts of fruit 2 cups vinegar 2 teaspoons whole cloves 4 cups sugar 1 stick ,cinnamon Choose small perfect fruit, Wash (remove skin of peaches by scalding-. Boil vinegar, sugar, and spices for 20 complete slave to her husband and children. They will love her more, have more real respect for her if she asserts herself; if she insists upon all members of the family taking a share of the responsibilities of the. home, thus taking some of it off her. shoulders. They will be more proud of her if she takes her share of the pretty clothes being bought and so makes a better appearance, than if she wears dowdy things 'so that her children may snake a good showing. A somewhat selfish mother, that is, one who does not make a doormat of herself for her ehildren, always has more respect in her fancily than the one who effaces herself. And, then about that holiday. Well, if it is impossible for a housemother to be spared from home, then let her use her ingenuity to plan some lit- tle change for herself. She might, if the older 'children are old enough to leave, 'take the baby and spend a week -end with relatives friends or f Who do not live at too great a dis- tance. She might plan to take a whole day at the lake, with or with- out her 'family. With them, consid- ering all that would be necessary to take along., for even a day, it might be thought that one would rest more athome, but the day in the open air and freedom from the usual routine would be beneficial. So ;common are the little lakeside cabinsnow that it might be a good'idea,and it would not Cost' much, to take a cabin for a week -end : and get completely' away 'bona' the house and all its cares and duties for even forty-eight hours., But if none of the above plans can be carried mut, could not thehouse- keeper who is tired of all the throng- ing duties which' press upon her, manage to so plait her work that one day may be spent in doing the things shewouldlike to do, rather: than the. things' which Hurst be done, only. After all it is the change which benefits the getting away from du ties which claim ode's. attention every day :of the three hundred and 'silty, five (lays of the year. Anymother who has not had a holiday so far this summer should try to plan one dur- ing the lovely days of .0th e autumn which is now almost upon us. Ong the knob in his left hand. The other, in • the pocket of - lois coat; clutched the revolver. A knock, not loud but somehow imperative. Warner stood still, hard- y daring to breathe.. After a: brief interval •the knock was repeated, more loudly, ino•e determinedly this time. Warner swung •the door open, taking care to keen behind it. 300 Dunning stepped into the hall. Behind her came John Preston. Warner's limbs turned to water. Joyce `Dunning here with Preston!' The unexpected situation found hien completely unprepared. Tomato Catsup 10 quarts ripe tomatoes 1 pound sugar 1 cup salt cup whole spices (ginger pep- per -corns, cloves, all -spices, etc. 2 large onions 1 quart vinegar 2 ounces mustard. 6 red peppers 1 tablespoon whole mustard seed. Wash and cut up tomato, onion. Tie. spices in a muslin bag, add to toma- to. Cools until very soft and boil down about y%3 at least. Rub through. sieve. To the, strained tomato add vinegar, sugar. and mustard. Boil until quite thick. Bottle while boil- ing hot and seal. •,. "You don't seem over -pleased to see us, Ralph." There was a quiet smile on.Preston's lips. "Hope you don't mean to leave us standing here," "Sorry!" muttered Warner, finding his voice at last. He turned to close the door, then, facing Joyce, he ex- tended a hand—the hand that had grasped the revolver a few moments before. "I don't :understand, Joyce," he said. "But .. I atm glad to see you," Joyce pretended not to see the out- stretched hand. "You will . soon understand," she replied in a tone which he had never heard her use before. Biting his lip, Warner led the way to the sitting -room. The visitors re- fused his invitation to sit down. The presence of the girl filled Warner with such unease that, temporarily, he forgot his fear of physical vio- lence from Preston. Ile stared hard at her as if trying to probe into the depths of her mind.- Preston, obvi-, ously reading his unspoken thoughts, said, still with that quiet senile: _ "Warner, perhaps you'll be inter- ested to hear that Miss Dunning has promised to marry me?" ' Warner mentally recoiled. And in a sudden flash he remembered that Preston had known Joyce before he went to America five years ago. Why had the girl never mentioned Pres- ton's name?" "Quick change, isn't it?" he de- manded, harshly. "Nor" What, wondered Warner, had happened to the tenderness of Joyce's voice? He was soon to learn. "I know what you have in mind. But you are wrong — completely ,wrong. 1 have always loved John, always de• spised you. But; although, 1 loathed. myself for having to do it, 'I pre- tended to be friendly - more than friendly. You may as well know the reason. I was hoping to learn from you that -the wrong verdict had been retln•ited at the inquest on Edna." Fear and fu>y strove for mastery in Ralph Warner's twisted mind. At that moment he hated Joyce even more than he feared John. For his own safety, it was imperative that she, as well as John, should die .... Plenty of room for both in the well. "Warner," carte Preston's sharp command, "keep your hands away from your pocket! Can't you see that I have you covered?" Preston's right hand was in the pocket of his coat, and Warner could see a sinister bulge at the corner. How was he to know that the hidden hand held• nothing more deadly than a pipe? "Bands above Mr head, Warner . now, Joyce; will you take that weapon away from hint? .. , Thanks. Just drop it in my other pocket, please." • - "Joyce tells me that we cannot hope to prove that you actually mur- dered Edna, And she has advised me' to leave you to the hell of your own guilty conscience. I had intend- ed to kiIl . you. -When my contract expired, sooner: than I had anticipat- ed, I hurried over from New York with that idea strong in my mind. But I won't kill you now, Joyce is tlive will a far right Tole yoube g shall keep punishment.I p an eye on, you, though, and if ever- I see even a hint of crooked business —well, look out; that's all. I could- "n't deny myself the pleasure of call- ing here to tell you that . . Come on, Joyce." The door ,slammed . . .' Warner dropped' into a chair, his mind a tu- mult of seething ennotions..: , 'After e time he jerked himself rigidly er- ect. The obituary notice Died sud- denly! That, indeed; was crooked) 'business? Suppose Preston should chance to see it? The notice would have to be can- celled immediately . . He jerked the door open and rushed towards the garage.' Not until a brief instant. before• he struck the water did he remember that he had removed the covering from over the well. The obituary notice was never cancelled.—London Tod -huts. Tomato Chile Sauce 18' ripe tomatoes 3 sweet red peppers 2 tablespoons salt 2 tablespoons ginger 1 tablespoon allspice 1 tablespoon cloves 1 l:ahlpennnn mustard 1 tablespoon cinnamon 1 tablespoon celery seed 1 q vinegar vine ar 3d cup sugar 2 onions. Remove skins from tomatoes and cut in pieces. Cut up peppers yery finely and onions. Add spices and vinegar and boil for about two hours, until mixture is right consistency. Stir often to pevent scorching. Bottle and seal while loot. VENGEANCE IS MINE (Continued from page' 0) ed and uncoiled themselves in his heated brain. Dusk crept into the corners of the room . . Warner's eyes burned like live coals, and his teeth were slightly bared, as he realized ° how Preston had played into his hands. He with- drew • a revolver from a drawer and carefully inspected it to ivake sure that it was fully loaded and working freely. Then he went outside, re- moved the trapdoor that covered the well, and dragged it out of sight. Fifty feet to the. water. Warner chuckled grimly. 'TonightJohn Pes- ten would qualify for a genuine obit; Bary notice. Suppose he carte in a taxi, though? But not No need to worry about a taxi-driver. The telegram had said "car;", and that, of course, meant a private car . : When the well had been covered over again, Preston's car could be run over the cliffs into the sea, four miles away, and no one could prove that he had ever arrived at the cottage. Less than an hour now. Warner had reco'trse to the bottle again. Two oil lamps were now alight,. one in the sitting -room, the other in the hall -and the curtains drawn. A clock on the mantelpiece ticked on. T9te harsh screech of brakes on the road .outside. Warner's brow grew damp with cold- sweat. . Ought he to fire the moment the roan entered? Preston, perhaps, meant.te shoot on sight. Hardly likely, though. He was certain to want to taunt his .vic- tim . before exacting complete . re- venge. Warner would wait a favor able opportunity, then his. revolver would spit death; Would there be a big splash when the body plunged into the water?. The faint sound of footsteps on the path. Warner moved stealthily to the 'door, then stood still, grip- TJiIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful and .Ins piiring- Iwm yaaaan..+•...+- FIFTY YEARS AGO Come, husband,• beside me, For fifty years have fled Since standing at the altar There, you and I were wed. My children gather near me, herb what I would say, Y, For heart and soul are joyful This golden -wedding day. Your faces looking eastward, Are bright with noontide's ray, But ours are towards the sunset And life's declining day. Your heads are black or golden, While ours are white as snow, But fresh is the love we plighted Just fifty years ago. Your father's feet may falter, You mother's step be slow, But straight and tall stood sweet- heart, Just fifty years ago. I see him standing my me, I hear him murmur low, "I do," to all the questions, Just fifty years ago. SBAFORTH: Mr. ;and Mrs. John McKenzie, Seaforth, announce the engagement of. their daughter, Fier- ence Elsie Milne to Mr. Robert E. Branscombe, Toronto, son of Mr and Mrs. R. W, Branscombe, the marriage to take place quietly early in Octo- ber, • The -voice that breathed o'er Eden, That' first sweet wedding day, Speaks still.a benediction On all our pilgrim way: Has weathered every sorrow Has blest in every woe For trod was in that union, Just fifty years ago, Now hand in hand together We face the glowing west, Hope whispers still in gladness The latter days are best. ' With you, our children, round us Content we'll onward go, . Our trust in Him who trade us one Just fifty years ago. —ANON. Sent in by a correspondent. .hv{oa MOON IN nig DAWN Silently, silently, At the night's ending, Over the coming sun A white moon is Bending. Stars have forsaken her. Fated and lonely, She Inas defied the dawn, Cherishing only One excellent desire: t t indying, her y in g, She may behold the sun .And his light lying Golden upon the earth At his returning. Seeing this, she will find Rest for her yearning: Peace and oblivion, Lost in the 'splendid Advent of light at last, All longing ended. —Ralplt Fiedrich, in The New York Sun. WHEN BEAUTY •PASSING BY When Beauty, passing by At even caste a Over these lonely hills, She kindled a flame; And somewhere still it burns, Remote and fait'-- All the joy of earth Is blazing there: All the joy of the earth And the might, of the sky; Who warms thereat itis soul Shall never die. When Beauty turned aside Where the waters run, She loosed her lovely thoughts To fly to the sun. Not all the lords of the earth, Nor mighty kings, Can catch those shining birds. With terrible wings; But who unlocks his heart And sets it wide,' To him -the birds shall come And for ever abide. —Marjorie J. Martyr. , For the searching clover. As surely as the tug' of the wind. As surely as, the . drumming rain, Their hymns upraised in praise from • . the hills. ' They ripen the grain. —Charles Ma'am, in The New York Sun. TO .THE UNFAILING CRICKET To the unfailing . cricket of summer, To all small people under the hill Bearing tice dust of earth on their backs Who never are still: To the quiet mole and, the mouse The duty of song is a plain' duty. Their hymns go up to the _' blazing sun Bare of beauty. In the work of their hands, in their body's work. They turn the dust of the hot earth over. For the ,yellow corn, for the wheat's sake, • SUNSRINE The poet and bard both have written and toting Of the glorious sunshine in every known tongue. And doctors, along with their physic and pills Prescribe this same sunshine for all human ills; But where•is the tooter; the poet, the bard, While this fiendish inferno is work- ing so hard To burn every creature and crop to a crisp— Unwittingly sparing, perhaps, the odd wisp? Oh for the wings of an eagle to fly Up to the Arctic where icebergs go by! Oh for the Eskimos' snow -clad re- treat, Anywhere out of this brain -searing heat! Spring is an Eden too good to be true, Autumn ,presents quite as perfect a view, But never for summer again shall I long; Winter, henceforth, shall be thein of my song. —Eva May McNevin, in The London Free Press in July 1936. HIGH TIDE { 1' You are different every morning, rocky ,shore,— Today the full flood tide comes welling throw"g" i " "�' u, Each crevice o£ each boulder at my door, And, risen level with the meadow- rue, eadowrue, Jewel -weed- purple asters, wild sweet peas, And morning glories bordering the bank, Coaxes the driftwood tossed by windy seas To shove out stere and there a needed plank • And bridge the gap between the sea and land;= Uplifted by your slow rise I am caught Twice over when a. seagull takes his stand,— Illumined whiteness in a rounded spot Upon a ruddy ledge, as if the full, Flood tide of life were brimming in a gull, --Wilbert Snow. —In "Selected Poems." VACATION I don't have vacations, the same as yours - Days to do nothing and ntotortours— Memory-flights — I have many a one— I lived in the country—I had to run And bring thecows through the dew - wet grass, When the day was waking I watched them pass— Spot and Brownie and big -eyed Nell The one that h, "wandered", and wore a bell. That bell's faint tinkle, I hear a- gain, Smell the trodden -green of the pas- ture -lane When the fields were still in the first white frost,. I woke to a world made new—a host Of silver arrows, had fallen swift, From • a ' hidden place, and the au- turn -mist Was a fairy -veil to niy wond'ring gaze. I sense it still in these other days, And long to recapture, again, the joy, When the frosted hinge of the gate —a toy— Sang under sly weight, while 1 dream- ed of life- Swung and dreamed and •Chs morn- ing-fife Of the day, cried my heart, in a lilt- ing cry • — Do you seek those dreams, as you motor by? —Rena. Chandler. A common failure with house plants is that frequently they are kept in rooms which are too warm. Most house plants do best at about de, . grees Fahrenheit. A good average isr from 60 to 65 degrees Fahrenheit, a