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The Clinton News Record, 1936-09-24, Page 7. p r;TIS. ,'SEPT 24, 1934' THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD PAGE HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS COOKING VFW VIIKONINININNNINV41.41411.0.4.1 Edited' by Rebekah. HEALTII • CARE OF CHILDREN spa Ru!llatiolls ol Rebe1a6 Column Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men HOMEMAKING :Each ; day brings back its simple task, the 'seine .As yesterday, and like the one that came .And went on days before. In younger years I thought on this with sudden angry tears, ..And now my sight is clearer, and I see How much how much the world has need of me, That I may make a quiet, calm retreat Where. those I love may conte and sit and eat The bread of kindness, drink the ready cup "Of lupe and faith, and going, may look up Some whit the higher for the mo- ment spent 'Where I have toiled to make a home, content With cleanliness and order, warm and bright With all that speaks the tired heart's delight, 'Mime simple tasks grow greater. So 1 live Within my walls,and think how I may give "Some good tp any soul who enters here, . And fail them not in friendliness and cheer. —Author Unknown. In an editorial department of The New Outlook, the organ of the,Uni- -•ted Church of Canada, last week the editor comments upon some statistics regarding the walking done by dif- ferent workers. Some people seem 'to delight in figuring out such things and these were given in a paper read before a meeting of the National As- • sociation of Chiropodists and were quoted in the New York Times. A plowman, . so the story rune walks twenty-five. miles a day. We should imagine that this would all depend upon the swiftness of his team, himself and the condition of ' the ground plowed. Most plowmen seen to be walking pretty slowlyaf- ter a team, but we are not going to worry about that. A .woman shopper,so says these figures, walks eight miles a day and a housewife nine. One thing I do know, and that is that a clay's shop- . ping seems to tire a. woman ten times more than a days' housework, 'al- though al -though she does not wall: s far, am- -cording to the above. Well, I am not going to try to,fig- ure it out myself.` Perhaps some day "some of these clever fellows who seen to have so little to do that -they can take nine to gather all these statistics may invent some little de- vice which a woman could pin on -her dress somewhere that would ac- tually measure the steps taken, and if so I'd be all for every housewife 'having' one, so that she might be in- duced to cut down. to some extent the volume of her steps. This isone of my grievances a- c.gainst the housewife—now, mind you I think 'the housewife's work the .grandest work in creation! I'd give her the crown of all when crowns are being given out, while I'd put Amy Johnston-Mollison down '` at the '.foot of, the class—but I do `wish she would learn to save herself; I Would ' like her to save her steps in the house so she would feel ' more, like taking a walk outdoors. Most house - "wives get'themselves so tired out do- • ung their work that the only thing `they can think of doing when their 'work is done is sitting "down sone - •'where usually in, the house, instead! of tai nig a walk down' a• country lane or through a piece of woods, if 'such -a thing is within reach. "But, how can we cut down 'on our work. It is thereto do and nobody but ourselves to do it?" the busy housewife asks, and, it is' a poser, -1 tell you! One of the best ways of cutting down the housewife's labor is to insist upon its being shared by •:other members of the family. Even the littlest children Cali at 'times save steps, and they love to "help mother". Don't discourage them, keep them at it, and as they grow older they will be able to do more. Give each child a job for which he and she will he held responsible. It is excellent training in character as well as a help in the house. It may be a waste of time at first to get this work done properly, but it pays in the end. A lady recently told of a son of a farm home, not a thouasnd miles • from Clinton, who when he came in from his work in the field, without anyone suggesting It to him would see that there was fuel in the house .and water, would take the potato masher from his mother's hand and smash the potatoes himself and when the time came would take then up and place them on the, table. It may be that some boys and some girls are more thoughtful than others about doing little helpful things in the house, but a child 's pretty much as he is train- ed. On the farm boys usually have a good many chores to do and they might be excused, perhaps, from helping in the house. But in towns, boys have nothing but their school work and they might better be em. ployed "helping Mother" than run- ning on the streets learning a lot of other things which may or may not prove to be of value. The boy, or young man, mentioned above is a farm boy and we should not be afraid to wager that he will make a thoughtful :and considerate husband in the years to come; Every boy and girl should be taught early in life to be helpful a- bout the house and to save "Mother" on every occasion possible. ' REBEKAH A HEALTH SERVICE OF THE CANADIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION AND LIFE INSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA MY MACHINERY I will praise Thee: for I am fear- fully and wonderfully made. —A Psalm of David. We are the marvels of the age, with minds that span space and time, with capacities beyond the ,strongest. engines, and niceties of adjustments beside which hair springs of watches are clumsy as cave -men's clubs. The strong, smooth adaptable, sweet run- ning of such systems of intricacies is Health and , anything that mars the strength, smoothness, adaptability or sweetness of the running, or wears out the works unduly, is either in 'it- self disease or something that will lead to disease. An accident is a mon- key -Wrench thrown into delicately - adjusted works. In life's first half organs and ele- ments are at their best, except for hang -overs of heredity which are like old parts put intonew cars; the glory of young men is their strength. Yet in : this glowing first - half germs make mass attocks, and gross infect- ions beset, that can destroy a. mach- ine utterly or do life -enduring dam- age Measles, whooping -cough, scarlet fever, ,tuberculosis and all the colds and flus are rampant.. By the second half,: while most of these may have spent themselves new - ones wax' as the others wane; pneumonic, bronchitic, cardiac, renal' and rheumatic types. And older tis- eues may get a craw of untimely youth and growth and go on the ram- page ina group of diseases called cancer, the crabs In the second half also, whether specially damaged or, not, the tissues begin to show signs— that is symptoms—of wearing out., It may be that some one organ gives special trouble, and an oldish man will tell you he would be all right if he could only buy a few spare parts. Or the whole mechanism may wear out fairly equally, like the deacon'e one-hoss-shay, built in such a wonder- ful way that no part was stronger or weaker then any other; so, naturally it went to ,pieces all at once, all at once and nothing firsti just as bub- bles do when they first burst• And that was the end of the one -hors -shay. One may cone to the end in. a full age, like a shock of corn cometh in in his season. Touchstone the clown had a rood idea of the two halves of life. The melancholy Jaques. the crabbed phil- osopher, thought "all the world's a stage," and dramatized man socially, "Ms acts being seven ages, atfirst the infant mewling and puking in the nurse'sarms.." and finally— : "Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history In second_ childishness and mere oblivion: Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." The clown thinking not of the soc- ial actor but the physical man, saw, two stages, development and decline. "And thus (first half) from hour to hour we ripe and ripe; and then (see- ond half) from hour to hour we rot and rot, and thereby hangs a tale." When Pasteur found disease germs and the age of the microscrope be- gan; when Lister built on this found- ation a new surgery, and men like Koch a new preventive medicine:' and when these mysteries .became popular knowledge, so that every housewife applied them hourly, death -rates were cut and life -spans lengthened almost as though we had at last eaten of the tree of life in the midst of the garden. Surgeons think of the Pasteur- List- ter- Koch new dawn as an incalcul- able service to mankind through the new surgery; physicians as an al- most greater service through new. principles learned about many dis- eases, their care and cure. But the greatest service of all was the in- crease in knowledge of disease pre- vention and cure that came to ordin- ary people• to mothers and teachers, house wives and city councillors, butchers and bakers, and candle -stick makers. A good housewife today, without special instructions, but act- ing on what she knows and applies at home every day, could prepare a room for an operation better than the best of surgeons or the best of nurs- es could have clone it before Lister. This wider -spread intelligence about theways of disease and health (and of course it should be much wider) is the best result of the new knowledge. The first infection -ridden half of life has been indeed transformed by the new knowledge, but the second half of life much less, except for the advantages of the new surgery. The average life -span may reach new heights each decade because infants do not die of summer diarrhoea, or children of diphtheria, and yet the middle-aged have not gone on smooth- ly to Methusaleh ages, even when they axe what was put on their plate. Questions' concerning health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 - College St, Toronto, will be answered personally by letter. HEAVEN GAZERS 1937 FORECAST Peace, Prosperity, No Drought, Astrology's 1937 Predictions. The star gazers forsee good times and no drought in 1937. At least that was what one of the leaders of the, all-American astrolo- gical convention, D. M. Davidson of Chicago, said was the consensus of the 500 astrologers meeting there. Although he 'said, the purpose of the convention was to discourage in- discriniinate predicting and put as- trology on scientific standards, Dav- idson consented to disclose what the astrologers read in the heavens: The general economic outlook for America during the next year is good..' The average citizen is going to fare well. There will be a boon im real; es- tate. There will be no recurrence of this year's disastrous drought whichstar- augurs believe was caused by an ex- eels of 'ultra -violet radiation from the stn: There will be no general European war for at least a year. • Japan will not advance on China. until 1940. Egg dealers in Hamilton, Ont.; Stockholm and Willowbrook, Saskat- chewan; Vegreville, • Alberta,, and Winnipeg, Manitoba, respectively, were prosecuted and fined for breach- es of the Egg Regulations. Selling eggs below the grade :stated, purchas- ing eggs as a first receiver at a flat rate without grading, and transfer- ring eggs as a second receiver with- out a permit were the most common infractions. As it is tomato ' time and nearly everyone likes them, we are giving es this week a number of recipes for using this delicious fruit of the earth. The following recipes have been thoroughly tested. Tomato Cocktail - • 18 ripe tomatoes 1 cup chopped celery . 1/3cup chopped onions 3 sweet green peppers 1 sweet red pepper 2 tablespoons salt 2 tablespoons vinegar /i cup, sugar Wash and cut tomatoes but do not peel. Chop the peppers finely. Mix tomatoes, celery, onions, peppers and salt together. Boil for half an hour. Strain through a course sieve. Add the vinegar and sugar. Boil three minutes. Seal in stirilized jars. Tomato Cocktail 1. bushel tomatoes 1 small head celery 14 cup vinegar 14 teaspoon white pepper 1 cup chopped onions 4 teaspoons salt Boil all together twenty minutes. Strain and boil five minutes. Bottle and seal. Pickled Whole Tomatoes 1 peck small green tomatoes 1 quart boiling water tad 3i cup of pielding salt j' 1 quart vinegar `rl: 3 pounds of brown sugar 1/c teaspoon cayenne pepper 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1 teaspoon mixed spice 1 teaspoon celery, seed 10 whole cloves. Dissolve salt in boiling water. Put in a few tomatoes at a time and boil for twelve minutes. Remove each tomato carefully with a wooden spoon to preventspoiling shape, chain thor- oughly and pack in jars: Tie spices in muslin bag, put into vinegar, add sugar and boil until slightly thicken- ed. Remove spice bag, pour liquid over tomatoes, filling jars full and. seal tightly. Green Tomato Mincemeat 1:, peek green tomatoes 1 peck apples 6 pounds brown sugar 2 pounds currants 2 teaspoons cinnamon 2 pounds raisins 2 teaspoons cloves • 2 teaspoons allspice Cook three hours. Seal while hot. Tomatoe Catsup Catsup is a favouite relish in al= most every home. Sone young house- keepers may not have a recipe for making it, this is a good one: 10 pounds tomatoes 14pountl salt Me ounce whole cloves , flounce whole pepper corns 1/-, quart vinegar. 1% pound sugar 1 ounce allspice 14 ounce cayenne Simmer tomatoes until soft and Hien make puree by brushing through a fine sieve. Tie' the whole spices loosely in a muslin bag. Boil . until quite thick, Using preferably en en- anieiled vessel. Bottle and seal hot. SUMMER STORM Still are the leaves, so still that we can hear The least reiterative insect note In an insistent cadence. Then there float On lifeless air a robin's call of fear The west looms black. Great thun- derheads appear. To boil across the sun. Each scin- tillant- mote Winks out, and, with the rush and rote Of lashing seas, conies wind, The rain falls sheer. So do I wait, uncertain and afraid, Half -stifled with the beating of my heart, To know the outcome of my cast with fate. You are 'so still! For Vali that I have prayed ' I. watch; and see at last dark mood depart; Glad tears resolve your doubts in happy spate. —Reginald M. Cleveland, in The New' York Times. (Continued from page 6) ORDEAL BY FIRE things, and a fellow who got two thousand for singing on the films He beckoned to, Joe with a laconic "Yours!" ' Joe's eyes lit up beneath the peak of his helmet. He understood! "Cone along, Sig -nee -or," he said, like a mother to a seared "child. "I'll soon have you safe and sound. Ups - a -daisy!" And with the fat man still weeping aiid shuddering across his shoulders he vanished over the para- pet. "Now you, sir!" A skylight fell in with a crash, the 1 American turning calmly to admire an upward burst of sparks, and the the spectacle shrugged his shoulders and tossed away the butt of his ci- gar. "At your service Captain!" "Better let me take' you sir," "Almighty good of you, Captain, but I guess not." He grinned showing a magnificent set of teeth. "There'll be a bunch of newspaper.boys down there, and I don't stand for your papers saying I left the hotel like a bundle of washing. See you below!" And, flinging a' long leg over the parapet, he ran down the ladder like an old hand. Tim followed; but no sooner did he reach the ground than the chief was on him. "Down that escape, Woodgate! I want it at the east corner of the building and a length up it!" "Very good, sir!" It' was dawn next morning, before the fire was under control and the machines horning. lot till then did Tim have a thought to spare for the American or the Italian on the roof. "That was darn nice of you Tim," said Joe, as soon as they were alone. "Oh tripe! Only hope he comes down handsomely, that's all. See hint again?" "Not me! Bolted the moment we touched ground. But the big Yank 'Was asking for him" "His manager I suppose!" "Yes that'd be it. Oh, well 1 hope he doesn't forget the gallant fireman, [ don't think, when he gets over his fright!" . It was late next day when they heard from Signor Cariglietti and the morning following before they could respondto his invitation to visit hiin. "There's something behind this," said Joe, after they'd given their names to a page. "You mark niy words. See the twinkle in the chief's eye when he gave us the message and our leave outside the five-min- ute radius?" "Ye -es. And he almost hinted he'd been round here himself. Didn't you think so?" "Yes. I wonder if that lawyer swine sawhim and he'd dropped the word to old Mussolini?" They were ushered into the sitting room of a magnificent suite, and Joe surveyed the luxury .of it critically. "All this here," he whispered. "For doing what I do in my bath for nothing!" Then the door opened and the Am- erican burst in on them with .out stretched hands. "Sit down boys, sit clown! Don't stand or ceremony! Are you thirsty any? No? 'Then sample these and if 'you like 'em take the box!" These were Coronas at two shillings each. "Now tell a feller, which of you is it that's in for. promotion?" "I am sir; but it was Cranch here who—>, , "You don't have to tell me! Oh, boy, did it take him till` breakfast this morning to get over it? Is he down" at our church, now, burning candles to Saint Barbara, : the Pat- roness of Firemen? And now- gentle- men if a practical testimonial will not be offensive where services have been beyond reward—" and he held out two 'fat envelopes. Tim spoke first. "Er—no, sir. Most awfully good of you. But we—er we'd like' to thank Signor Cariglietti personally." "Well, who's hindering you?" "I mean, when he's finished down at the church."' The American stared blankly, then, guffawed. "Say, if. that doesn't beat all! Who d'you take me for, anyway? I'm Cariglietti, Italian, but educated in Chicago; and that's just where the nice accuracy of the contents of those envelopes comes in. You, sir, for help- ing a poor singer with nothing ad- mirable about hint except the voice God gave him, get fifty •pounds -a deal .more than the guy's worth; but you—" he turned on Joe, "get two hundred of the best for rescuing from a painful and untimely end the great the incomparable. Antonio Toscar- fano, the most inspired, the most M. dividual genius of this or any 'other century- the only man in Enland who can make a bowl of spaghetti with the true Neapolitan flavor outside. Naples — my personal, 'travelling chef!' —London '.Cid-Bits. THIS • • MODEST • • CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Wil'1-Sing You Their Songs--Sometinsea Gay, Sometimes! Sad— But 'Always Helpful and Ina piring• LEAP -BURNING The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered. days Like a fire of leaves, But always a little blue-sweet-snnel- lib smoke n Goes up to God. -Karin Wilson Baker. THE WAY OF MAN At times I pause and wonder why Some people sing while others sigh, It seems to be the way of man For sone to pout and others plan,. For better things. If we lose faith and cease to pray, And take no time to start the day. With prayer and song• we have no • more The Zest of life but bargain _ for The pain it brings. —Audrey Lee Kirkman. ETERNITY I cannot count the sands or search the seas, Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod. Grant my immortal aureole, 0 my God, t1.nd I will name the leaves upon the trees, , . In Heaven I shall stand on gond ani glass, Still brooding earth's aritlunetic to spell; Or see the fading of the fires of hell ;Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass. —G. K. Chesterton. THE SUNLIT WAY Since I have walked upon the hills, And watched the streams in flowing rills, Heard tangled bird -tones keenly thinned, Like flying colors on the wind, With all this earth a living thing, C cannot fear what life may bring. The dawn -kissed path beneathmy feet Holds alt the dreams of life complete; And blossoms spraying from the! earth Thrill me with joy too deep for mirth. —Dorothy ,Sproule.! FROST SONG Here where the, bee slept and the or- chid lifted %ler honeying pipes of pearl, her velvet lip, Only the swam leaves of the oak lie drifted In sombre fellowship. Here ' where the flameweed set the lands alight, Lies the bleak upland , webbed and crowned with white, Build high the logs, 0 love, and in thine eyes Let me believe the summer lingers late: We shall not miss her passive pag- eantries, We are not desolate. When on the sill, across the window bars, Kind winter flings her flowers and her stars. —Marjorie Pickthall. THESE THINGS I LOVE These things I love in life: A. splendid tree; The wind and rain and river's har- mony; Pale purple of the morning, Bright-hour'd noon, And rose -grey evening, mother of the moon; The unknown road that leads forever an; ' Clear bird -song ;from themisty veil of dawn; Late autumn's ecarlet art; The birth of spring; White winter's robes that to the stark ' trees cling; Soft, music, Laughter low, And sudden tears;` Time's silent passing Through rhe swift-wing'd ,years; The twilight's silver, at the day's calm end, But, more than all, The presence of a friend. —Jean Gay. JOURNEY Lovely things I have seen today. In brief hours over many miles; Deep, leaf-mooded green of woods, Set in hollows between two hills; • A slender ehn tree, beautifully form- ed. Incredibly poised on . the rim of a' stream; A line of stately, yellow ducks On a green slope, precise widths between; Fragile and tender grace of ferns Touching the .strength of discern• Mg trees; A valley, brooding in shadowed mists, Tree -etched in values of soft de- grees; Moving pools of daisy discs; Lifted foam on a swift brown stream; Silvered poplars, wind-symphonied; Spires of wild flowers, white as a dream. Nothing unnamed was casual, Minute and vast in the scope of God- 0 eyes, were you tenderly swift enough To remember- marvelling and aw. ed? —Amy Campbell in the New Outlook, THE CROAKER 'Nee on the aiclge of a pleasant pool, Under the bank where 'twas dark and cool, Where rushes nodded and grasses swung, Jest where the crick flowed outer the bog, There lived a, grumpy and mean old frog, Who'd set all day in the mud and' soak And just do nothing but croak and croak. Till a blackbird hollered: "I say yer know, What is the matter down there be.- low? e-low? Are you in trouble, er pain, er what?" The frog sez "Mine is a orful lot! Nothin' but mud and dirt and slime It's a dirty world!" so the old fool spoke. "Croakity-croakity-croakity-croak!" "But' yer loo]cin' DOWN!" the black- bird said; "Look at the blossoms overhead, Look at the lovely summer skies, Look at the bees and butterflies; Look UP, old feller. Why, bless your soul, Yor lookin' down in a muskrat hole! But still with a gurglin' sob and choke The blame ole critter would ' only croak, And a wise old turtle, who boarded near, Sez to the blackbird: "Friend, see here: Don't shed no tears over him, fen he Is low-down, jest cause he likes ter be; He's one er them kind er chumps that's glad Ter be miserable and sad; I'll tell yer something that ain't no joke Don't waste yer sorrel on folks that croak." -Exchange. SEPTEMBER I have seen Spring; it is good to re- member Violets purple, and hedgerows abloom I have known Summer, but now, in September, Torches of sumach are lighting the gloom. Goldenrod gleams in the fields where the clover Lifted pale blossoms to welcome the bee; Thistledown whispers that play days are over, Branches are bent with the fruit of the tree. I . I have known Spring, far too sweet For forgetting. Song of the robin andflight of the tern;, I have known Summer, their beauty,' regretting, I shall remember the- rose and the fern. But when the maple glows red as ars ember Hearing the cricket announcers of fall; I shall be glad for the grace of Sep- tember, Month that is fairest' and brightest of all. —Lelia Mitchell Thornton...