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The Seaforth News, 1954-05-13, Page 2Home-grown. rhubarb -or "pie - plant" as our grandmothers used to cull it -is plentiful just now in most localities, so this recipe is both tasty and timely. Using orange juice as the liquid for your pie -shell makes a real dif- ference. ORANGE -RHUBARB PIE lee cups sugar 3 cups chopped rhubarb (heaping) 2 egg yolks 3 tablespoon water 3 tablespoons flour 1!i cups sugar 1 unbaked pie shell in which orange juice is used for ltgold 3 egg whites 6 tablespoons sugar 2 tablespoons grated orange rind Mix together rhubarb, e g g yolks, flour, water, and 11 cups sugar. Pour into urrbakod pie shell. Bake at 450"F. 10 minutes; then at 350°F. 35 minutes. Make a meringue of the egg whites and 6 tablespoons sugar. Spread meringue over pie, starting at edges and working towards yen ter. Sprinkle with grated orange Iron -On Designs in 3 colors 804 Vtkugt IRON -ON WATER LILIES in tropic pink and forest green!! No embroidery •-- they look hand - painted on sheets, pollowcases, guest towels, dresser seta, lunch - son cloths; Picture all the pret- ty accessories, gay gifts you can arcate with a stroke of an iron! Iroll-on! Colorful! Washable! Pattern 304; six iron -an -lilies; Iwo 41/2 x 13, four 3 x 4 inches. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS in coins (stamps cannot be ac- eepted) for this pattern to Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto. Print plainly PATTERN NUM- BER, your NAME and AD- 1p1tESS. SEND NOW for our new 1964 Laura Wheeler Needlecraft Cate - 10g -• the beet ever! 79 embroi- dery, creche t, color -transfer, 4ressmaking patterns, to send for plus 4 complete pattern e printed In the book! Ideas for Pts, bazaar sellers. fashions end 25 cerate! rind. Bake at 3001". 20-2$ minutes. •a a The quantities given in the next recipe make a hearty cas- serole dish that is supposed to serve ten. You can easily cut thein down a bit - but not too rax u c h, I warn you, because "second -helpings" are the order of the day when this is dished up. BEANS ANI) RICE CASSEROLE P1 pounds ground beef 3 tablespoons fat 1 clove garlic 1 tablespoon salt lz.i cups chopped onion 1 green pepper, chopped 1 teaspoon chili powder I No, 2 can tomatoes 1 No. 2 can red kidney beans, undrained 'et cup raw rice Brown meat; add garlic, onion, green pepper, and chili powder, and cook 5 minuses. Add salt and remove from fire. Add toma- toes. Combine beans and rice in 2 -quart casserole. Add tomato mixture and hake, covered, 112 hours at 350"F. Serves 10. This column has published recipes from a great many countries but never, I believe, one from Cornwall, Now, thanks to The Christian Science Moni- tor, I'm able to pass along to you the secret of making the fatuous "Cornish pasties". "These pasties should be fair- ly large and fat to be at their best," states the lady from whom the recipe came. "Making them thinner detracts from 1. Ir e i r taste." And, by the way -something I didn't know before — the first syllable of pasties rhymes with "fast" not "waste" as 1 had always thought. CORNISH PASTIES le pound round steak, cut into cubes pound perk, cut into cubes 1 cup diced raw potatoes (dice small) 111 cup sliced raw leeks (or onions) Salt and pepper 3 cups flour I cup shortening 1 teaspoon salt "•a eup he water (or less) Make pastry el the last 4 in- gredients, using as Little water as possible. Force dough together with palms 0f hands, and knead on slightly floured board until smooth a n d slightly elastic. Divide into 3 parts, and roll each part into a 7 -inch circle. On lower half of each circle place a. layer of potatoes, onions, and meat tali beef may be used instead of combined beef and pork, if desired); season each layer with gait and pepper to taste. Fold upper half of dough over filling and seal edges with fork. Turn over each pasty so that rolled part is straight down the center on top, and flatten just a trifle. Then put a few slits on each side to allow steam t0 escape (my mother-in-law used to say that a well -made pasty had a straight seam down the middle)! Place pasties on baking sheet, and bake in preheated even at 3207. about 2 hours, or until meat is tender and pastry brown. Servo either hot or cold (we eat first meal hot and left -overs cold). Six servings -- this i>x made by Butting each pasty in half after cooking. Handy For Sunday Dinner -- Next time, Mrs, Pierce Jodun will be less trusting of friendly fowl. Biddy insisted on living in the house rather than in the barnyard. The result -- first of all, a clutch of eggs In the parlor, and now - nine chicks and a peckish mama underfoot, Duck Soup For Fishermen - It's anything but ducky for "Quakers," the river -going duck, He's forced into the backwater as an advance guard of the nation's fisherman "army" goes on spring "maneuvers" in the Salmon River, to open the trout season. e D dinet Have To Part With is "Eyes" in his time, Felix Distrito was a good fighter. He was a game brown -skinned little warrior who fought in the lightweight ranks and did very well. He may be forgotten today but no Christ- mas passes that I do not remem- ber his story, writes Bill Stern in his "Favorite Boxing Stories." Felix was as happy as his name. He had money, a loving wife, and a darling little daugh- ter. Then tragedy struck at Felix Distrito. His eyes began to go back on him. At first he did not tell his wife about it. But as things became dimmer and dim- mer, Felix found that he could no longer hide his secret. Ile was going blind. All the fights he had had, the cruel blows he had taken in the ring, were slowly but surely taking their toll. Before long, wasblind. To get about, Felix bought himself a beautiful police dog named Queenie. Queenie was the eyes of the blind prize fighter. Wherever the blind man went, Queenie was at his side to guide his footsteps. His money ran out, and in order to live, Felix found a job peddling peanuts in the very sports arena where once he had starred a a fighter. Blind Felix Distrito and his faithful dog, Queenie, became a familiar sight to sportswriters, boxer s, and even to fans of the game. Before Christmas his child took sick. ' Felix did not leave her bedside, Queenie too stood by her master, waiting and watching with almost human understanding. There was no money for food, no money for doctors, medicine, for anything that could help the ailing child. One night, as Felix sat help- lessly by his feverish daughter's bedside, an odd thing happened. Queenie suddenly rose from the corner in which she was lying and crossed the room to her master. She pressed her cold nose into his band. Felix felt that the dog was trying to say something. ile strained to u nder- stand her for a long minute. Then, without a word, he put on his shabby hat and coat and left the house, Felix went to a local radio station accompanied by his faithful companion, sought out the sports announcer and told him his story. "Go on the air, please," begged Felix. "Offer Queenie for sale. Tell thein what a fine dog she is. If I can't sell her my little girl will die be- cause I haven't any money for food or medicine or a doctor." "How will you get along with- out the dog?" asked the an. nouncer. "That doesn't matter," said Felix gently. "It's Queenie's own idea that I should sell her, 1 know because she told one." That night an appeal went over the air, The appeal wart not for someone to buy Queenie. It was an appeal for help for n courageous blind prize fighter who was willing to sell his eyes so that his child might live, The appeal, made ns it was it: the Christmas season, touched the heart of a cit., Money pored in from all coulees , fight fans, hardboiled boxing managers, prize fighters, even from plain ordinary citizens who had never seen a fight. Enough name In to pay the bills and to send the sick little girl to a fine hospital for treatment, Most he- portant of all, the response of the public made it possible for Felix and Queenie 20 stay to- gether, it was indeed a merry Christmas Por a blind man, his sick child, and his faithful and loving "eyes," Queenie! U,K. Steel and Coal Output Gets a Fillipt A record output 01 steel and an increase in the out- put of coal have been announced recently. U.K. steel Output reach- ed a record level in March, equivalent to an annual rate of 18,969,000 tons, This compares with the rate of 18,577,000 tans a year in February and the previous best rate of 18,878,000 tons last November, The U,K; s total saleable Output of deep mined and opencast coal for the first week in April was 4,764,800 tons, the highest production since the last full week before Christ- mas. DOING MIS BIT! A speaker was giving a lecture on forest preservation. "I don't suppose," said he, "that there is a person in this hall who has done a single thing to con serve our timber resources." Silence ruled for several sea ends, and then a meek voice from the rear of the hall spoke up: "I once shot a woodpecker!" His Greatest Fight Got Hem Nothing Back in 1031, a young ban- tamweight, George Goodman by name, was plowing his way through the amateur ranks in the city of Chicago. Seasoned observers predicted a bright future for the fighting kid when he turned pro soon after. The ring -wise gentry weren't mistaken. He began to move up and up in the professional ranks, blazing a trail with his fists that would surely lead to the cham- pionship. Then something hap- pened just as George was to be matched for the title with the champion of the bantamweight division, He fell in love, got married, and quit the ring. About ten years later a tired, worried -looking little man en- tered the office of Charley Mc- Donald, promoter of fights in the Hollywood Legion Stadium. Wit h astonishment, the pro- moter recognized the once sen- sational bantam, Humble and shame -f ace d, the ex -fighter poured out a heart -breaking story. He had to have a fight. The promoter shook his head dubiously. "I'd like to give you ax break, kid," he said. "But look at yourself. You're in no shape to light. You're washed up!" The ex -fighter shivered. With tears in his eyes, he began to plead. "I'm not worrying about myself," he said, "I expect to take a beating, but I can't help it! I won't lie down now. I'll give the customers a run for their money, I promise! Please give me a fight! I need the dough; my wife's dying and she needs an immediate operation." Finally the promoter yielded, ,8, few days later he arranged a match for the desperate man. Without a chance to get himself into any kind of shape for the bout, the former fighter climbed into the ring. He was only to go four rounds in a preliminary bout against Peppy Sanchez, whom he had fought years be- fore, and whom he had then beaten decisively. Georgie Good- man knew what to expect. San- chez would be out to get revenge for that defeat. But the kid didn't care. How .could he when he was fighting for his wife's life? He came out of his corner at the bell, his remind dazed, iris thoughts any - were but on the fight before him. No matter where he looked - he could see only a far-off hos-, pital room in which his wife lay dying. Jtist the same, Georgie Good- man got in the first blow. The two men sparred cautiously a while. Then Sanchez saw an opening in his opponent's feeble guard and poured in some hot leather. Goodman rocked on his heels and fell. back, his right cheek ripped open, He stunk out the round, rested briefly in his corner and came out for the second round, Sanchez wss more than ready for him, He punched Georgie from pillar to post, At the bell, Goodman was groggy but still en his feet The third round was a replica of the first, bloodier if possible. Sanchez dropped him for a short count. Georgie staggered to his feet, his numbed brain urging him on, telling him he had never been knocked out in his life. The fourth round was torture both to the beaten fighter and the crowd. that watched this exhibi- tion of raw courage. The final bell was more welcome to the onlookers than to Goodman. As soon as the bout was over, Georgie Goodman staggered from the ring, collected his $125 and rushed to the hospital to see the doctor. He hardly felt his bruises in the thought that now at last his wife could have her operation. What did it mat• ter that she would not approve of the fact that he had fought in the ring to get the money to pay for it? Georgie Goodmans wife had her operation, all right, but un- like the usual Hollywood finish, it wasn't a success. For a few hours all went well, Then the fighter's wife d i e d. Georgie Goodman sat dazed and dull, his eyes fixed on space unseeingly, Then at dawn he got up and went home. The papers carried the story that morning. It wasn't much of a story so they only gave it a couple of lines, They read like this: "Peppy Sanchez beat Georgie Goodman last night by a de- cision in four rounds." TOUGH QUI2STION A vicar was addressing Sur, krb - day school children. After several minutes he asked: "And now is there any boy or girl Nvho would like to ask me a question?" For a moment there was silence, then a shrill voice piped out: "Please, sir, why did the angels walk up and clown Jacob's ladder when they had w Ings?" The vicar gave an embarrassed cough.,"•--er—would anyone like to answer that question?" "Oh, I'm feeling so embaereete ed," said one glow-worm to another. "I've just been talking to a cigarette end for five minutes:" So You Can Read This Pose , . , Every year more than 250.000 men move into our forests 10 cut the pulpwood harvest and move It to the nation's 131 pulp and paper mills. A large portion is made into newsprint, the raw material of the daily press. At this moment, the pulp logs, stacked in winter on the frozen lake surfaces, are beginning their long journey down lakes and rivers to the mills to become any of more than 1,000 kinds of products. Crews of men "sweep" the swollen white waters of spring to make sure few of the valuable pulp logs are damaged or lost. (Photo by MALAK, Ottawa)