The Clinton News Record, 1936-12-03, Page 7'THURS., DEC. 3, 1936
THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD'
PAGE
HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS
COOKING
Edited by Rebekah.
HEALTH
Riliallnus. OI VE1a1
A Column Prepaied Especially for Women=
But Not Forbidden to Men
THE MOTHER JOB
:It really isn't hard to be a' mother,
There really isn't very much to do,
° The days are just exactly, like each
other—
You simply shut your eyes and
wander through.
=For 6. o'clock is time enough for ris-
ing,
And getting all the children wash-
ed and dressed,
,.And breakfast cooked — it really is
surprising,
But mothers never seem to need a
rest.
'The lunches must . be packed and
jackets rounded,
'And everybody soothed and sent to
school
"To say that mother rushes is un-'
founded—
She's nothing more to manage, as
a rule.
Unless it is to finish piles of sewing,
And cook and wash and iron and
lscrub and sweep.
"To order food and keep the furnace
going—
And then; perhaps, to hide herself
and weep!
-And when at last she's tucked them
. under covers,
And seen to doors that dad's forgot
to lock,
'Triumphantly, at midnight, she dis-
covers
She's nothing more to do till 6
- o'clock. —Anon,
BOTANICAL. NOTES
FOB DECEMBER
By E. W. Hart
With, the last month of the year
comes Christmas, and with that fes-
tive season-
"That best portion of a good man's
life,
His little, nameless, unremembered
acts
0f kindness and of love."
Down through the ages this spirit
of Yule -tide has always been identi-
fied with the adornment of the home,'
church, other places of assembly and,
comparatively recently,greeting
cards.
The ever -popular alar Clues
teras tree
holly, mistletoe, Christmas greens 'or
mosses, with other evergreens and
the flaming poinsettia, enter into the
present day decorative schemes, per-
hape more than any other plants;
while the "unremembered acts of
kindness and of love" are often beaii-
tifully expressed by gifts of roses,
carnations and lilies -of -the -valley.
The use of the Christmas tree -would
seem to be traceable to the last cen-
tury B,C., when it wasnot improbably
first imported into Germany by the
legions of Nero Claudius Drusus, as a
-decoration for an ancient rural fes-
tival—the Saturnalia. Very many cen-
turies later it was introduced from
Germany into England, thence to Can-
ada, where, as a rule, the larger trees
are balsams, and for the smaller,
black spruce, sometimes white, and
occasionally Norway spruce are used.
The part which holly plays, both
ecclesiastical and secular, in Yuletide
decoration is also of ancient origin.
Most of that used in Canada is said
to grow in British Columbia, as un-
fortunately, that species used and
known as English holly, is not hardy
in other provinces. There is, however,
the winter -berry or black alder, a
near relation, an exceedingly hand-
some shrub, with bright scarlet ber-
ries and spineless leaves, which grows
in other provinces, but not being
evergreen, it is not adaptable to
Christmas decoration.
Mistletoe, a parasitic plant, has
been always under the ban of its old
association with heathenism, so • that
amidst the other plants that decorate
the church at this great festival, it
finds no place. This ancient connec-
tion with pagan worship might well
now be forgiven it, but even the
chaste salute of PAX TECUM,
(Peace bewith thee!) which has
since grown up is, perhaps, consid-
ered detrimental to the awakening of
thoughts altogether adapted to the
genius loci, if mistletoe were seen
suspended in close proximity to the
family flew! Nevertheless, Herrick,
full of quaint fancy, finding ever val-
uable lessons in the commonest and
most unlikely things, sees in this ec-
clesiastically ostracized mistletoe a
beautiful emblem of his dependence
upon the care of Providence—
Lord, I am like the mistletoe,
Which has no root, and cannot grow,.
Or prosper, save by that same tree
It clings about; so I by Thee."
T h e mistletoe, associated with
Christmas, is imported from England
and the United States. There is, how-
ever, an indigenous diminutive spe-
cies which grows on the spruce and
other evergreen trees in this coun-
try, but it is not suitable for decora-
tion.
Fortunately there is not any objec-
tion to the use of the great vermil-
lion poinsettia for decoration. This
beautiful and interesting, plant be-
longs to a family, some other mem-
bers of which, like the poinsettia,
have their upper leaves brightly col-
oured, and whose true flowers are
too inconspicuous to be readily seen,
as is the case with the snow -on -the -
mountain and yellow euphorbia,
whose upper leaves are white and yel-
low respectively.
That this all too short season of
beauteous goodwill must end is inevit-
able, but consoling when La Roche
foueauld's old maxin-is. remembered --
"The end of a good thing is an evil;
the . end of an evil thing is a good
thing."
Sure, mothers of families have an
easy time, scarcely anything to do
after they attend to all the needs of
the house, and their husbands and
children.
No doubt that is the reason so
many of them find time to think a-
bout' and look after some other chil-
dren, children in families where there
is not sufficient income to supply all
the needs of the inmates. So they call
meetings and cut out and sew and
knit and plan to provide adequate.
clothing to cover little bodies which
need protection during this severe
weather. It is the mothers who are
likely to think of such things and it
is mothers who usually have to do
them, or most of them.
And at this season it is well that
there- are such mothers for it is a
sorry thing to think of cold, shivering
little children and children who are
obliged to go to school inadequately
clothed, or to stay home for lack of
clothing. We say Godspeed the moth-
ers in their work, in their own homes
and in the homes of others. They
are truly doing Christlike work when
they are looking after the bodies of
those in need. And if any of us can
give them a helping hand let us do it
cheerfully and gladly.
REBEIiAH.
A. HEALTH SERVICE OF
''THE CANADIAN MEDICAL
ASSOCIATION AND LIFE.
'-0NSURANCE COMPANIES
IN CANADA
GOOD BONES AND GOOD TEETH
Best Teeth and Best Bones in Child -
''hen of Scotland found in "Black
. Houses" of the Island of Lewis.
Mothers live on =equivalent of cod-
liver oil and seafish. Breast nursing
c universal.
The island of Lewis is, the largest
of the outer Hebrides. It is a relat-,
' Ively barren land' whose inhabitants
.live in "Black Houses" and subsist
' chiefly by fishing. I
A black house is a low, rectang-
ular building constructed of flat un-
• cemented' drystone, thatched with
turf or straw. The walls about 7 feet'
high, are double, and the space of 6
`inches . between the two tiers of wall
' is filled with earth. The' thatched
roof overlaps the inner but not the
outer wall, and has but a slight in l
cline from the middle, A. high-pit-
ched roof wotild not withstand the
winter gales and a projecting eave'
' would= be only an invitation.to the
wind to snatch the roof off. In the
winter gales of 1921, which swept
.the sea over. the outer isles, the roofs
• of many more modern houses were
;'blown off but none of the black
houses was damaged. A few of the
:latter have a chimney; in the maj-
ority the peat smoke gets out as it
• can ithrough the thatch, The only
• entrance, and that usually through
the attached byre, and the closed
'windows, if there are any, are on the
lee side. •
.The interior is covered with a layer
,of carbon front the peat"fire, hence
'the name "Black House °'
The interesting thing about these
'houses is- that the - children born
,under their roofs have the best bones
and the most enduring teeth to be
found north of the Tweed. These
children, until they are at least 9
months old, never cross the threshold.
Outside Stornaway, there are no
perambulators and yet in 1923, ac-
cording t to theregister general's
report, the infantile morality in
Lewis was only 28 per 1000 births, one
of the lowest in Europe. For the same
i' in Glas-
year the corresponding ratr
e
fow was 90, in Edinburgh 82 and in
Aberdeen 104. Rickets was unknown
and Dr. Sutherland, 'tire writer, says
that he has never seen healthier or
more beautiful children.
The secret of the good bones, teeth
and healthy character of the child-
ren of Lewis is that their mothers
before the children are born live
largely on a' diet of sea -fish includ-
ing the livers which in the case of
all sea --fishy great and small,are
filled with the equivalent of cod-liver
oil. The men eat the same fare,
When a couple of men go out to the
line -fishing they take with them two
large scones. As soon as a fish is
caught, the liver is cut out, sliced
andplaced between the two bannocks.
These are placed on a seat of the
boat and one of the men sits' on them.
At the end of an hour considerable
of the oil from the liver has"been ex-
pressed into the scones. This is eaten
by the men; they are eating bannocks
saturated with the, purest and fresh-
est ,cod-liver oil. At home the women
fare similarly.
Questions concerning health, ad-
dressed to the Canadian Medical As
-
1 sociation, 184 College St., Toronto,
will be answered personally by letter.
BOTH I{IND OF FUNNY
A little bird sat on a tree,
And hopped from limb to limb,
And kept his beady eye "orf me,,
While I looked up at him.
I stood and watched him much amus-
ed
Until the thought occurred —
That it was very possible
That I amused the bird.
A cold can take hold quickly and de-
velop seriously. Don't let a coldtake
hold on you. At the first sign of a cold
go right to your druggist. Buy a pack-
age of GROVE'S BROMO QUININE.
Grove's has what it takes to knock that
cold right ,out of your system the first
day. 633
Tribute To Agnes Laut
From Winnipeg Free Press
When Canada's last outpost is set-
tled and her; records are catalogued
and filed, perhaps, there will be no
place' for the stories of Agnes Lout,
but, if so,'there will be lacking sortie-
thing of the color and zest and zip of
the days in the. Dominion when the
lords of the north met ,the pathfind-
ers of the west and became heralds
of Empire. She died this week at
her beautiful one hundred acre estate
at :assaic; New York- State, where
for some years she had established
her home. She had another home, a
"cabin folded in God's hills," by the
lake at Jasper, where she lived the
.
part of her life- which her love of
the Canadian Rockies claimed. Ag-
nes Laut was a daughter of Canada,
born in Ontario and educated in this.
city, and the length and breadth and
height of it flowed in her veins. She
often preached at Canada, preached
because she wished her native coun-
try to achieve what her pride and
her dreams read in its crystal.
It was on The Free Press that she
first became inoculated with printer's
ink, a purple past that even in her
New York heyday she never tried to
live clown. She was later on the staff
of The Montreal Herald, The World's
Work, New York Evening Post, The
Review of Reviews, and her name was
no unknown one in The Saturday
Everting Post, The Financial Post,
and Collier's.. It was but a step from
the journalistic writer to the writer
of historical romances, of biogra-
phies and histories. Miss Laut loved
people who do things and, if possible,
she determined to see the wheels go
round.
And what like was this woman who
travelled up lonely sea coasts, who
hit the far north trail, who journeyed
to mining camps, writing as she
articles that made continent -wide
°reading? A person of finely cut
face and small delicate hands, kindly
eyes and wide, friendly smile. It was
a shrewd face, the face of one who
loved the feel of a nation on the
march and asked to be part of the
keen joy of this creation.
It must often have been difficult
forthose who knew Miss Laut and
felt the drive of her will to do and
the warmth of her delight in accom-
plishment, her own or anyone else's,
to realize that this woman walked
from her early youth with the shadow
of tuberculosis beside her. It was
that shadow that drove her first to
the wilderness, and perhaps that was
the reason which made three months
of the yearin the open a habit of
life with her. If so, it was a habit
she turned to account. It was in the
startapered nights, by the streams
and hills and on the prairies that her
attuned ear first caught the fall of
printless,feet of the days that had
vanished on the breath of the twelve
winds.
True, all her life was hearing, as
is the way with journalists. She lis-
tened and wrote in' the market place.
She listened and wrote at conference
tables and in rooms above roaring
streets. But these were of the day,
and perhaps passed with it. It was
the other, the history of first things
in Canada, which, held her andinduc-
ed her effort to translate from dim
old, account books, from pages of let-
ters, from musty archives, and from
her own swift -burning imagination,
stories to pass on to. Canadians as
part of . their • heritage, Wherever
her grave may be, these are her
monument.
Don't Starve In The Midst
Of Plenty'
is well known that ill
'wealth will result from the lack of
ldequate amounts of lime, phosphor-
ous, iodine, iron, and other essential
m'neral salts in the diet; why not a-
void these dangerous diet deficiencies
by the simple, pleasant and inexpen-
sive expedient of including in the
regular menus plenty of Canadian
fish and shellfish—fresh, frozen, can-
ned, dried, pickled, smoked? They
are nourishing, health -guarding and
ready to the housewife's hand in
teeming variety. Why starve in the
midst of, plenty when these fine -flav-
oured, easily digested Canadian fish
foods—from sea and fresh -water —
high in protein, rich in vitamins, and
veritable store -houses of essential
mineral salts are readily available all
the year 'round? •
Since the cold weather is here—and
likely to stay a while, hot dishes are
in order. No longer do we like a
meal out of the ice box, although
we may relish a cold dish. -So this week
we .include, some dishes suitable; for
the main course,' either lunch or sup-
per:
ALONG THE AIR WAVES
(Continued from page 6)'
things within the Empire. From To-
ronto.
10.30 p.us. "I Cover the Water-
front."--presenting
ater-
front"-=presenting Pat Terry. From
Vancouver.
Saturday, December 5:
10.45 pm. Canadian Press News—
News of the day and weather fore-
casts. From Toronto.
11.00 p.m. "Northern Messenger"—
Messages to the far north. From Ot-
Corn and Cheese Casserole
1 cup corn
1 cup bread or cracker crumbs
1 cup grated cheese
teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon melted butter
1 teaspoon Worcestershire Souse
2 tablespoons chopped green pepper
or pimento
2 eggs
2 cupsscalded milk
Combine all ingredients except eggs
and milk. Beat egg yolks and add
with the milk. Fold in stiffly beaten
egg whites. Place in a buttered bak-
ing dish and oven -poach in a mode-
rate oven (350 degrees F.) until firm
—about 40 minutes.
Potato Cheese Souffle
2 cups mashed potatoes
1 cup grated cheese
2 tablespoons melted butter
1-3 cup milk
2 eggs
Ye teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon white pepper
1-8 teaspoon mustard.
Mix grated cheese thoroughly with
potato. Add milk and melted butter
and seasonings and beat with a slot-
ted spoon until smooth. Add yolks of
eggs well beaten (until thick and le-
mon coloured) and fold in whites bea-
ten until stiff. Turn into a well but-
tered baking dish and bake 40 min-
utes. Serve with a vegetable, such as
peas, beets, or . asparagus, and sup-
ply catsup or chili sauce to pour over
souffle.
Potato Casserole
Slice eight cold, boiled, potatoes.
Fry 2 small onions, thinly sliced, in
O tablespoons butter until a light
bown, add 2 tablespoons flour, and
cook until frothy. Gradually add 2
cups milk and cook until thick. Add
salt and pepper and 3 tablespoons pi-
mento, cut in strips, and one-half cup
chopped meat. In a baking dish place
a layer of potatoes and then of sauce,
and continue this until all ingredients
are used. Cover with buttered crumbs
and bake in a moderate oven. Sprin-
kle withpaprika and serve. Serves 6.
tawa.
Sunday, December 6:
5.00 p.m: "The Vesper Hour", —
Choral music. From Winnipeg.
9.00 p.m. "Forgotten Footsteps"
Dramatization. From Toronto.
10.00 pan. "Evangeline" -readings,
by J. Frank Willis. Frbm Halifax.
Monday, December 7:
- 8.30 p.m. Cab Calloway's Orchestra
International exchange programa
10.30 p.m. "India and Her Position
in the Empire"—Talk by Hugh Mol
son under auspices of. National Coun-
cil Education. From Montreal.
Tuesday, December 8:
8.30 p.m. "Musical Tapestry." In-
ternetional exchange program. From
Detroit. ,
10.00 p.m. "National Sing-Song."--
Community
ing-Song."—Community singing directed by Geo.
Young. From Toronto.
Wednesday, December 9:
9.3.0 pan. "Let's All Go to the Mu-
sic Hall"—From Toronto
1020 p.m. Lloyd. Huntley and his
Mount Royal Hotel Orchestra. From
Potato and Carrot Soup
4 medium-sized carrots
1 small onion
4 medium-sized potatoes
eup of stewed tomatoes
Pepper
3 stalks of celery or celery tops
1 quart milk
Salt.
Cut the carrots, potatoes, onion
and celery into dice and cook until
very tender. There should be scarcely
any water left when : the vegetables
are cooked. Mash, add tomatoes, milk
and seasonings. Reheat before serv-
ing. Serves 6.
Scalloped Potatoes
CARE OF CHILDREN
THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED
TO THE POETS
Here They Will Sing Ton Their Songs-Sometiilaaae
Gay, Sometimes Sad— But always Helpful
and Ins pining•
A TRIBUTE TO OUR DAD
Dad didn't covet' riches,
He never hoarded wealth,
He gave,us all he ever had
And seldom thoughtof self.
Dad usmore than hone
gave Y
Could ever bribe or buy,
He gave us strength and courage
To try, and do or die.
The heritage he -left us
Is worth a million more
Than any other thing the earth,
Could ever hold in store.
And tho' we're very lonesome
And miss the light we've had,
We thank the Lord Almighty
For the love of our dear Dad..,
-Sent in by a correspondent,
NEW MOON
A shy ,young thing—a slender moon
In silver snood and silver sheen—
Arose from out a ring of light
And ventured forth into the night.
When all the world seemed sound
asleep
She played 'among the shadows deep;
Then peeped and peered and saw a-
round
Silver forms on the silver ground.
Here a roof with silvery. sheen—
And there a silver flowing stream.
An owl that lived in a ,tree near by
Had silver claws and a silver eye!
From the top of the trees she saw
Silver boats on a silver shore.
And do you know, there seemed to be
A silver bridge across the seal
-Elsie A. Koefoed,
in Boston Montior.
AURORREALIS
One late October night of windless
chill
We saw the white aurora in the sky;
It came and went beyond the north-
ern hill,
Unsteady as a cosmic butterfly.
At last we knewthatwinter loomedl
ahead,
We who had watched the farmers
heap their bins
With apples icy sweet and fiery red
And squatted, jackets buttoned to our
chins,
Drumming our metal pails with cran-
berry beads,
Had never felt approaching as a
bride
White -trailing winter scattering
white weeds
Of brittle frost on windows far and
wide—
Until we saw that northland radiance
glow
And vanish like a faint mirage of
snow.
—Elizabeth Bohm in Christian
Science Monitor.
Into a well -buttered baking_ dish put
a layer of thinly sliced potatoes, salt,
pepper and a thin scattering of finely
cut cheese and one-half the thin
white sauce (1 tablespoon flour, 1
tablespoon butter, to 1 cup milk). Re-
peat and cover with buttered. camas.
Bake in moderate oven about an hour,
until the white sauce bubbles through
and the potatoes are well done and
brown on top. If cheese is omitted,
add small pieces of butter to each
layer of potatoes.. In order to save
time of making cream sauce, a small
amount of dry flour can be sprinkled
over layers of potato, and milk ad-
ded to cover the potatoes, or plain
milk canbeused. The milk should
be pretty well dried up when done.
Here are .a couple of cold desserts:
Bavarian Create
1 tablespoon granulated gelatine
4 cup cold water
2 egg yolks -
1-3 eup -sugar
1 cup hot milk
2 whites of eggs - -
1 eup whipping cream`
1 tablespoon vanilla
Pinch of salt, -
Soak gelatine in water, using at
least twice as muchwater as gela-
tine. Beat egg yolks and combine
with sugar and salt. Gradually add
the hot milk and cook in top of double
boiler, stirring constantly until mix-
ture thickens. Add gelatine. Cool,
and when mixture is partially set,
folder in stiffly beaten egg .whites,
REVERIE
Now that long day closes, now that
night -
Draws every earthlything beneath
her cloak
This old man, too, will vanish from
the, light, -
Thankful that toil isfinished, that
the yoke
Of duty is laid by. .. See with what
delight,
Perched on a leaf . the misted
shoulder of a hill
Where budding maples whisper in a
lane.
Naw he can turn the corner of a
square
To meet, str ri ed
> the welcome of a
friend .
And he can range old vales, the mea.
lows' there
And mingle with lost comrades to the
end.
Not gold, not garnered gold, brings
Life's repose,
But thoughts made high in
where beauty blows.
—Jessie Playfair Bickford,
Kamloops;, B.C.
THEY; ALL. ADVERTISE
ways
A hen is not supposed to have
Much common sense or tact,
Yet every time she lays an egg,
She cackles forth the fact.
A rooster hasn't got a lot
-
Of intellect to show,
But none the less most roosters have.
Enough good sense to crow.
The mule, the most despised of
beasts,
Has a persistent way
Of letting people know he's around
By his insistent bray.
The busy little bees, they buzz,
Bulls bellow and cows moo,
The watch dogs bark, the ganders
hiss,
And doves and pigeons coo.
The peacock spreads his tail and
squawks,
Pigs squeal and robins sing
And even serpents know enough
To, hiss before they sting.
But- man—the greatest masterpiece
That nature could devise,
Will -often stop and hesitate
Before he'll advertise. —Anon,
CASTLES IN THE AIR
This world is but a bubble, there's
nothing here but woe,
Hardship, toil and trouble, no mat-
ter where you go.
Do what you will, go where you may,
you're never free from care,
For at best this world is but a cas-
tle in the air.
We're tossed upon the sea of life just
like a little boat,
Some get cast upon the rooks and
never get afloat.
But still we'll do the best we can and
never let despair
Usurp the place between us and our
castles in the air.
There is a name known o'er the world
to Englishmen most dear,
And well may they be proud of him
—their native bard—Shakespeare;
When first his plays came on the
stage they caused the world to
stare,
And yet they were composed -while
building castles in the air.
You can take the works of Shakes-
speare and study them well.
through,
You'll find each saying is so wise,
each sentiment so true.
You'll almost feel whilst reading
then as if you had been there,
And yet they were composed while
Laced in the jetty shadows of an oak! ` building castles in the air.
He greets the thought parade that
files
Like some strayed pageant drowsed
by sleep
Before him in review. While pic-
tures creep
Across the mirror of his mind, he
seniles. . . .
Now he can see once more far forest
aisles
Patterned with moss . . the silver
feet of rain
whipped cream and vanilla. Pour in-
to a mould or pile in sherbet glasses.
Maple Bisque
1 tablespoon granulated gelatine '
3 tablespoons cold water
2 egg yolks I know Tom had his share,
% cup maple syrup Yet Moore- was always happy build.
11/z cups whipping cream ing castles in the air.
g/4 cup chopped- walnuts He sang the rights of Ireland; ha
Soak gelatine in cold water, using!-, sang against her wrongs,
at least twice as much water as gela And every noble Irish heart does)
tine. • .Beat egg yolks` into maple sy- cherish Well his songs.
pup and cook in top, of double boiler,He bid the Irish to rejoice and never
until mixture thickens. Add "gela- , to despair,
tine. Cool, and when mixture is par -i And.for Ireland., in the future buel4
tially set; fold in whipped cream and' 'bright castles in the air.
walnuts. Chill. .Afl01
And there is another name to Scotch-, -
men dearer still,
And through each true Scottish heart
it makes the warm blood thrill
To hear of their own poet, born near
the town of Ayr,
Where Nature's. poet, Bobby Burns,
built castles in the air.
His home, a lonely plow -boy's cot,
where strife was- never seen,
There happy and contented lived
young Bobby with his Jean,
Whenbut a little shepherd boy near
to the town of Ayr,
The immortal Bobby Burns built.
castles in the air.
The Irish had their poet too; they;
loved him well, Pm sure;
He was a true born Irishman; his
name was Thomas Moore,
Of troubles of this wicked world we