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The Clinton News Record, 1934-07-19, Page 7THURS., JULY 19, 1934 THE CLINTON. NEWS -RECORD PAGE 7 Health Cooking Quality Has N© Substitute SQA "Fresh from the Gardens" • Rlllhi!ll:ati011S � Re�egaV Colunm Prepared Especially for Women— But Not Forbidden to Men COMEDIC Beep life comedic. Let tate tragic lie Buried so deep that alien eyes can't pry. Deep within deep, where only self can see, There must the tragic lie, for you and me. The world will smile with us, but, when we weep, A vigil with our woes it will not keep. So, cover all life's anguish with a laugh; Nor let the hastening world know even half • Our secret. This old world is not a Ston e Of heartlessness, bhtt troubles (all its own) It may be wearing with a smiling face. So we, in turn, may never see a trace Of all that 'neath the surface deep may lie. "Keep life comedic! Courage must not die. —Myrtle Corcoran Watts. We Canadians area bit apt to take things seriously. We take life ser- iously and we take responsibility well. Our young men and young women go over to the United States and in many cases are found at the head of de- partments and in charge of other men and women. There is a saying in New York that in the big newspa- per offices the reporters are Ameri- cans, editors are Canadians and proofreaders are English. Anyway, we area serious -!minded people and take our responsibilities seriously, and women are not behind in this regard. I have been rallied by women from the United States about this very thing. They say we do not enjoy life, as they do, for instance. I ant not so sure that the people Are Clever Women Happy? (Condensed from Koralle, Berlin). Can one imagine a fairy-tale in which some good fairy conies to the cradle of a baby girl and says: "'You shall be the wisest iof all women?" No, it would be mush easier to sup- pose that good fairies might shower a new-born baby with all the finest gifts at their command, such as beau- ty, a lovable disposition, and, of course, the noblest of princes for a husband—and that, last of all, an en- vious witch came to wish on the child the fatal gift of cleverness. Yet, or- dinary mankind innocently believes that wisdom would be a particularly satisfying gift for a woman to re- ceive. ceive. It is not an uncommon thing to find among the cleverest of men an appreciation of like cleverness in women, but only when these women are not of their own immediate fans. ily—the wives of other men, but nev- er their own. •Unreasonably enough, the same men are careful not to go to the other extreme, holding stupid- ity a fine or worthy characteristic in a wife. Only a very young man, or an older tnan disillusioned by very clever . women, will fall in dove with "sweet nothingness." Such a woman is created to be petted and caressed, and can no doubt take good enough care of an infant or play with a two- year-old; but when youth has passed, and the first passion has cooled to a saner love, nvhen the children are growing into manhood and woman- hood, when finanical stress comes up- on the home, then a man cannot find in his pretty but dumb mate what he needs: understanding and the ability to take up her share of the burden of living. who take responsibilities lightly are so much happier than those who take they more seriously. In fact, I think that those who conscientiously meet their obligations, shoulder their re- sponsibilities and carry thein to com- pletion derive a satisfaction which is much more lasting than the irrespon- sible gaiety <of those who acknowledge no responsibility and leave it all for others to carry. But, while it is the only honest way to pick up and deal with our resppns sibility, still there is no particular vir- tue in posing asa martyr while we are at it. We might cultivate a gay and sprightly spirit, even when On-, scientiously carrying out to the let- ter our several duties. There is no, sin in Iaughter nor any virtue in gloom; a very disagreeable duty is often lightened and brightened by a sense of humour which can see the funny side of it, for frequently there is one. And there is no more virtue in seeing only the disagreeable side than in only seeing the humorous side, provided the duty is performed as it should be performed. We should be a good deal happier and make those we come in con- tact with happier if de could meet life with a laugh instead of with a sigh, provided we take up our tasks and perform them to the music et this laughter. 1VIest people have trou- bles of their own to cope with, they do not need to have ours piled upon their shoulders. Let's carry our bur- dens gallantly, while if possible, we might put a sturdy shoulder under someone else's occasionally, REBEICAE HEAVY READING Customer I would like a book, please. Shop-man—Something light? "That doesn't latter -41 have my car with me." Savice or THE. aattabtatt ebiralkionriation and Life Insurance Companies in Canada. Edited by GRANT FLEMING. M.D., Associate Secretary EATING UTENSILS The easiest ways are the usual • ways by which disease germs are pas- sed from one person to another. Most of the disease germs which we, in ' Canada, have to combat leave. the. body in the secretions of the nose and mouth. It is the transference of these germ -laden secretions which ac- counts for the spread of germ diseas- es. In the acts of coughing, sneezing ::and loud talking, particles of seere. tion are thrown into the air, and any one who is in the line of fire receives' these particles, which, if they gain • entrance to the nose or mouth of the person within reach of them, carry with thein, any germs which were in ':the nose or mouth of the individual. emitting them. In the act of kis- ; sing, the transfer is more direct and mote certain. During the summer, thereare few • er colds and so fewer coughs and sneezes; people are out of doors more, • which means that they run less chance of, being near those who cough and sneeze or talk at close rango. The re suit is that this manner of spread of disease germs is not found so fre- quently in summer as it in winter. Another, easy : way for disease germs to be passed around is by the use of unsterilized eating utensils. 'This happens even in the home, so it .can be readily imagined how it can occur more easily in restaurants or at soda fountains where the same uten- sils are used by a number of patrons .:within a short space of time. W'hathappens depends upon what is done to the eating utensils after each time they are used. If, after hat/s. ing been washed, they are placed in water that is hot enough to kill germs, they are perfectly safe. If not, then the second user receives the secretions of the first which may con- tain disease germs. Paper cups and dishes which are used only once are, of course, safe. • You can be satisfied as to your, own safely if .the restaurant and the soda' fountain which you patronize are.regularlyinspected by -a' health department which has the authority to require the sterilization of all .eat- ing utensils and the sanitary prepar- ation of foods. The task :of health department°: would be made easier and the results would lie better if the public would assist by demanding cleanliness of their eating -places. There is not the same amount of danger in the home because dishes are not used by large numbers of people, and there is usually time for many of the germs to be destroyed,by drying, between meals. There is real danger in the common drinking -cup in the home, whether it be found lit the bath- room or at the lcitchen-sink. Look around your home. Is there a common drinking -glass is the bath- room? If there is, how many Golds do you think it has spread among the family? Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- soelation, 184 College Street, Toron- to, will be answered personally by letter., Care of Children in the background that their husband's` glory might not be dinnned. Perhaps the greatest example given in history of the clever woman is the case of. F rau,von Stein. She was mar- ried to a nobleman, who, while not especially clever, yet held a good Posi- tion, It was not ' in his nature to make his wife happy, and she sought her own happiness in, a deep friend- ship for the poet Goethe. He, though, erotic by nature, was unable to re- spond to this wontait who was his In- spiration. Rather, he read his death, less poetry into the unhearing ears of his stupid wife, realizing that he needed someone who could understand it, yet unable to love the one woman who could have supplied that under- standing. Finally, he fled to Italy, and the friendship was broken for- ever. 'The lady died of a broken heart. Clever women are not happy. Can anyone ivho is himself leading an ordinary home life and who has observed the intimate life of other families, doubt that a woman must have a good deal of wisdom to so regulate her household' that it will conform satisfactorily with her hus- band's ineome? And can anyone honestly contend that a stupid woman can be trusted with the upbringing of her children after they have outgrown their cradles? Nothing could be more ill-juclged than to underrate the value of wisdom in a woman. Yet nothing suits a woman worse than that site herself or others for her, nvich and a cupacoffee, and then bus value her cleverness about her uer-'tle back to a two-by-four office to ques- tionwomanly characteristics. The ues- tion as to how life treats a woman in whose character a superior mentality is most apparent can only be answer- ed in the light of history and exper- ience, which seems to prove that such women are happy more seldom than are others of the feminine sex, and that, when by chance they are, it is rare indeed that their cleverness or wisdom 'is responsible for it. What we call happiness is hardly ever found for a .woman elsewhere than in love and marriage; such exceptions as there are, who find a real happiness in some outstanding effort, in, say, art, science or literature, are too few 1 in number to materia y affect ct the average. On the whole, woman's joy arises in being able to please some this ability and it is upon that her happiness rests. HOW DO YOU LIVE , IN A SMALL TOWN The other evening a visitor to Ams herstburg asked the question, 'How de you people live in a small town?" Whether he was looking for informa- tion or just being a smartie, it was hard to tell, but we suspected the latter motive. He might have been answered bty another question, "How do people live in a eity?" How do they live withoutneighborliness; how do they live in their cramped apart- ments where one has to step out into the hall to change his shirt or his mind; where everyone is hurrying to get some place and they can't be- cause they have to jostle their way through crowded streets. Where ev- eryone wears a harried Ioolc as though a bill collector was following on their heels trying to collect the instalment on the folding bathtub or the chif- fonier -kitchen cabinet. Where you have to wait for minutes before you can make a triad rush across an in, terseetion. Where pavements get so hot and tempers get hotter. Where walls are so titin that you can hear your neighbor and his wife bickering over which small town they will visit next Sunday. Where people dash into a lunch room at noon, wolf a sand - end on the wo- manit does not p roan alone, perhaps never in the bo- ning, whether or not she will achieve happiness; it always ends in the sin-: gle question, not whether she is attrac- tive to Wren, but to man. Now, noth- ing is more understandable or more certain than that a roan will not seek a woman, especially a woman he de- sires for his own, the characteristics he himself possesses or thinks he possesses, and according to which be usually •chooses his friends. Rather, he wants in a woman what he him- self more or less lacks. To most nen, particularly the clever ones, mar- riage is the happy rounding -off of his own existence. Then, if cleverness is. one of the traits he contributes to the union, it will be the one he does not :especially desire. If he is inclined to be jealous of his own prestige, he may even marry a stupid girl, thus providing himself with a perfeet,foil, and, indeed, in that casehe will prob- ably need all his wisdom in the future years of his married life. A peculiar angle to the affair is that man, from his superior altitude, believes himself themore suited, to obey, since, he ar- gues, obedience may be offered by wisdom without indignity. His wife most then be possessed of enough wisdom:: to rule wisely, and not too well Statistics es to, the happiness of very clever women are not very easy to come by, but whenever we clo run across such a case the evidence al- ways seems to paint in the opposite direction. Moreover, it is a remark- able fact that in the biographies, memoirs, or autobiographies of men who were known to have :clever wives, little is said about them. It would seem as if they were deliberately kept Household Economics THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs --Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful and Insspiring SUMMER ON THE ISLAND Here lingers the eternal fragrance Of lotus blossoms— And here the heart drifts On the dreaming tides. The hours fold their wings And move with the whispering wat- ers And the wind Rests from strange voyages Among the high. hills. —Sara Van Alstyne Allen.. THE WATER LILY Oh, star on the breastof the river, Oh, marvel of beauty and grace, Did you fall straight down from Hea- ven, Out of that sweetest place? You are white as the thoughts of an angel, Your heart is steeped in the sun: Dia you grow in the golden city,' My pure and beautiful one? Nay, I fell not out of Heaven; None gave me my robe so bright; But it slowly grew from the black- ness Down in the dreary night. From the ozze of the silent river I won my glory and grace, White souls form not, oh poet! They rise to the sweetest place. swelter for the rest of the afternoon. Where the poor working girls have spent their hardearned shekels for make-up to make them look like rosy- cheeked small town girls. Is it any wonder ive look askance li at the city slicker when he asked "How do people live in a small town?" Humphl Why wouldn't we live in a small town where there are homes to live in? Where the niers chants know at glance whether the chegne is rubber or not. Where the way of the transgressor is hard and the cop calls you "Bill" instead of "Itey, you." Where the editor gets results if he announces be is out of life Where the wild 1 fe that stays out all night belongs to the isn't cat family. Where everybody t s three months behind on the instal- ments. Where you can breathe air that isn't tainted with gasoline. Where estrange girl arouses the in- terest terest of all the eligible young males. Where you can ride bicycles on the sidewalk. Where no two girls can have the same dress. Where one passes; the time -o' -day with everyone they meet, And where the leaders of the city world are groomed for leadership. "flow do we live in a small town?" Waal, I recken we get by alright.—IAmherstburg Echo. * a 4' 4, * A! * 4 * * OUR .RECIPE FOR TODAY MARYLAND CHICKEN Dress, clean and disjoint one half broiler. Sprinkle with salt, clip in flour, egg (slightly beaten and diluted with two tablespoonfuls cold water or olive old), and soft stale bread crumb's. Place in a well greas- cd dripping -pan and bake twen- ty to'thirty minutes in a hot oven (400 degrees to 450 de- grees) basting' after the first five minutes cooking with two.. tablespoonfuls of melted but- ter. Arrange on serving dish, garnish and pour around one - h alf cupful of White Sauce made as follows:--+ Melt ono tablespodnful but- ter, add one tablespoonful flour and seasonings and pour on gradually while stirring ;con- stantly one-half ,eupfuI of thin cream or milk. Cook un- til thickened. The whole chicken may be done, of course, if desired. e * THE VOYAGE OF SLEEP To sleep I give myself away, Unclasp the fetters of the mind, Forget the sorrows of the day, The burdens of the heart unbind. With empty sail this tired back Drifts out upon the sea of rest, While all the shorebehind b grows dark, And silence reigns from east to west. UNLESS Unless you can think, when the song is done, No other is soft in the rhythm; Unless you can feel, when left by one, That all men else go with him; Unless you can know, when unpraised by his breath. That your beauty itself wants proving; Unless you can swear "Por life, for death." Oh, fear to call it loving. Unless you oar copse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love as the angel may, With the breadth of heaven be- twixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast Through behoving and unbehoving Unless you can die when the dream is past— Oh, never call it loving! --,Elizabeth Browning. GRACE BEFORE BUSINESS "Lord, prosper my affairs this day; Take rare of all I have at risk; my mans to payway, the e Give me And, if Thou wilt, make business brisk. Lord, help me in all my dealings, Lo , Whate'er befall,; Thou knowest well Without Thee I could ill afford To buy or borrow, lend or sell. "Oh! make me humble in success; In failure make nie strong to. bear; Lead me in ways of righteousness; To friend and foeman make me fair "Uphold me in the common strife; Give me the strength to work and plan; And, in the market -place of Life, Oh; keep me, Lord, an honest man." —Fred W. Bayliss. IMMORTALITY When other beautygoverns other lips. Aitd snowdrops come to strange and happy springs, When seas renewed bear yet an- b'uilded ships, And . alien hearts know all familiar. things, When frosty nights bring eomrades to enjoy Sweet hours at hearths where we no longer sit, When Liverpool is one with dusty Troy, And London famed as Attica for wit... How shall it be with you, and you, and you, How with us all who have done. greatly here In friendship, making some delight, some true Song in the dark, some story a- gainst fear? Shall song still walk with love, and life be brave, And we, who were all these, be but the grave? —'john Drinkwater. At last awakes the hidden breeze That bears me to the land of dreams, Where music sighs among the trees, And murmurs in the winding streame. O weary day, 0 weary day, That dawns in fear and ends in strife, That brings no cooling draft to alloy The burning fever, thirst of life. O sacred night when angel hands. Are pressed upon the tired brow, And when the soul on shining sands Descends with angels from the prow. To sleep I' give myself away, My heart forgets its vague unrest, And all the clamor of the day, And drifts toward the quiet west. —Arthur W. H. Eaton. *e'k* SOMETHLNG SHALL NEVER ESCAPE Something shall never escape of the .spring just ended—, The hesitant dawn of leaves on a yearning world, From the brown and silver swords lifted to blue skies, To the young sustained amazement of leaves unfurled. Haunting, imperative notes of an oriole's fluting, A cardinal's flashing flight into cedar trees,. Incense of new clipped grass in the sun's warming, Succession of small wood flowers by spring's decrees Trailing of star blossoms along old branches, Lift of lilac plumes to the stn's perturbing gold, Fountains of wood fens sprayed by dappled shadows, Pride of new leaf gestures on for- gotten leaf mould. Vast profusion of violets in tall, hid- ing grasses, Along old roadways at clustering !roots of trees— This gift of blue alone should make this spring forever A memory of benediction in beau- tiful degrees. Something of this bounty of warmth and joy and color. Cance to et faltering world as a now belief— Somethingthe 1 neverof Something shall escape spring just ended— The healing of the nations begun inf leaf. lower and —Amy Campbell in the New Outlook. Ik PLANTING THE TREE (By John Glair Minot) How much there is of mystery In all the wondrous history Of the graceful little sapling We are planting here today! Who has seen the past of it? Who will seethe last of it, When its giant trunk has fallen And vanished in decay? The earth took in the seed of .1t, And answered well the need of it, Until ,it came from darkness And found the light and air. The showers of springtime fell on it; The buds began to swell on it; And it flourished in the fores`t,, A. graceful thing and fair. The mother 'tree was near to it; The forest life was dear to it; But we have ,brought,it hither To plant beside our door. And may the sunshine bless it here, And summer rains caress it here, Till the voices of the forest Shall ;call to it no more. The April buds will spring in it; The birds of May will sing in it; The little leaves will whisper Wlhen the sunnier breezes start; The green will turn to, gold on it; The snows will linger cold on it; And a host of happy dryads Will dwell within its heart. "The Youth's Companion." SAY .SOMETHING' Goon They never waste a kindly word, they never waste a smile; They criticize their fellowmen at every chance, they get, They never found a human just to suit their fancy yet. rrom them I guess you'd Iearn some things, if they were pointed out-, Some things what every one of _us should know a lot about, When someone"knoelts" a brother, pass around the loving cup— Say something good about him if you, have to make it up, It's safe to say that every Man . God made holds trace of good. That he would fain exhibit tc his fel- lows if he • could; The kindly deeds in many a soul are hibernating there, Awaiting the encouragement of oth- er souls that dare To show the best that's in them; and a universal move Would start the whole world -running in a hopeful, helpful groove. Say something sweet to paralyze the "knocker" on the spot— Speak kindly of his victim 'if you, know the man or not. The eyes that peek and peer to find. the worst a brother holds. The tongue that speaks in bitterness, that frets and fumes and scolds; The hands that bruise the fallen, though their strength was made to raise The weaklings who have stumbled at the parting of the ways— All these should be forgiven, for they "know not what they do," Their hindrance makes a greater work for wiser ones like you. So, when they scourge a wretched one who's drained sin's bitter cue, Say something good about him if you have to make it up. —3Strickland W. Gillilan. Pick out the folks you like the least and watch. 'em for a while; MEMORY THAT LINGERS ' When you visit your friends or when they visit you, what is it about that visit that they or you remember the longest? Is it the food you gave them or is it the new this or that, that you showed thein? We'll tell you what we remember the longest. It is the reception you gave us and the things we talked about. In a day or so we won't even be able to re- member what we had for dinner, but we will remember for a long time what we spent the odd hour 'or so discussing. Think over your last vis- it to someone and see if this isn't your experience also.—Harriston Re- view. • HOW THE ASS GOT HIS REPUTATION At the beginning of things, when the world was young, the donkey was esteemed by all the tribes of men as the wisest of animals. The good Steik El -Sts Sun -Air owned a great herd of these sagacious beasts, which was the pride and joy of his life. Oth- er Sheiks came from all around to listen and marvel at the wisdom of the herd. At such a time came over the Prophet himself --most learned and wise of all the sons of the East. With much glowing pride El- to Shun -Air led him out to the herd anal said: "Behold 0 Prophet, the wise with Converse talented last asses. and ed them, test them, and see if verily they are not wiser than forty trees full of owls." Then the Prophet addressed the asses: "Let me test your wisdom," said he, "answer the this question. W)iat shouldan ass require for a three days' journey?" And they counseled among them- selves and then made reply: "For a three days' journey, 0 Prophet, any ass should require six bundles of hay and three bags of dates." "Very good," quoth the Prophet, "that soundeth like a fair and proper price." Whereupon E1 -Sia Shun -Air broke into loud chuckles and said: "Did I not tell you that they 'were passing wise." The Prophet answered: "Wait,' and he again addressed the asses. "5 have to make a three days' journey, but I will not give you six bundles: 01 hay and three bags of dates for making it. Let him who will go for less stand forth." And behold they all stood forth andi began to talk at once. One would go for six bundles .of hay and one bag of dates, until finally one especially± long eared, ass agreed to go for one, bundle of hay. Then spoke the Prophet: "Fool," quoth ho, "you cannot live for threst days on one bundle of hay much less:' profit by the journey." "True," replied the long eared one; "but I wanted the order." -And from that far off day to this, asses have been known as foals, and! price ,cutters have been known' as/ asses. READ, THE ADVERTISEMENT', ; IN THE NEWS -RECORD, ,eel