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Zurich Herald, 1954-01-21, Page 2I don't know how it is in your home, but many folks of my ac- quaintance are often up against the "leftover cake problem." Too good to throw out — and yet it hangs around uneaten — What to do? Well, here are some sugges- tions that might be helpful. * APRICOT CHARLOTTE 6 slices sponge cake about 2„x6exz ,. 1 package vanilla pudding le cup stewed or canned ap- ricots, drained and chopped 1 tablespoon confectioners' sugar 1 cup whipping cream. Prepare pudding according to directions on the package and chill in the refrigerator, then fold in the drained, chopped apricots. Line sherbet glasses with sponge cake slices, one to .a glass, in circular shape. Fill centres with the apricot mixture, top with whipped cream, and garnish with a minted cherry. Six servings. .t* PLUM DESSERT 1 cap plum pulp (fresh or canned) le. cup orange juice 1 tablespoon lemon juice 3. cup sugar x/s teaspoon salt 1 cup heavy cream, whipped 2 egg whites, beaten stiff 3 cups coarse cake crumbs. If fresh plums are used, cook in a small amount of water until soft; cool. Remove pits and put through a sieve. Add fruit juices, sugar and salt. Fold in whipped cream and beaten egg whites. In a refrigerator tray alternate lay. ers of cake crumbs and plum mixture. Chill in refrigerator but do not freeze. Six to eight serv- ings. * * * TOASTED CAKE and PEACHES 6 four -inch rounds left -over cake 6 peach halves, canned or fresh 1/ cup whipping cream 1 tablespoon sugar ee teaspoon grated orange rind Toast rounds of cake under the Pop -Eyed Pooch — Neighborhood kids in Ottawa get a big kick out of "Lady,” who, as shown above, just loves to drink pop through a straw. The six-year- old pointer is the pet of Jo Ruth !gel. broiler unit. Place a halved peach on top ' of each round and top with the whipped cream which has been sweetened and mixed with the grated orange rind. For a fancier touch, the whipped eream may be forced onto the peaches through a pastry tube. Half a maraschino cherry on the top of each also adds a decora- tive touch. Six servings. * Here are a couple of additional suggestions for using stale cake: Topping for Coffee Cake: Crumble to make about one cup of coarse crumbs, Combine with one-quarter cup of butter or margarine and one-quarter cup of sugar that have been creamed together. Sprinkle the mixture over a baking -powder coffee cake before it goer into the oven. Topping for Sundae: Crumble stale cake or cookies to make one cup and combine with one- quarter cup of chopped nuts— almonds are particularly nice. Spread mixture on a cookie sheet and toast for 10 minutes in a moderate oven. Serve on vanilla ice cream. Coarsley crumbled stale cake added to any cookie batter makes a delightfully crunchy product. Wit Trick Nouse To Scare Women "You look like a human tele- graph pole!" jeered a pretty girl at tall, thin Dr. Edwin Sandy. The seven words set in train a future of confusion and indigni- ties for scores of women the girl was never to know. Jilted by the only girl he want- ed to marry, this 6 -foot 9 -inch wealthy Californian medical man turned bitter. Secretly, he swore revenge on all women. His chief weapon in a life's work of making women look foolish in the eyes of men was an amazing 52 -roomed nansion at Susanville, that came tabe known as "Sandy's Funfair:" Specially built on seven piles shaped like women's legs,- it .:was cunningly fitted with scores of traps to trick female guests. There he invited week -end mixed parties. When the guests arrived the suavely courteous doctor led the women to their rooms. "You .wi11. d 3 ou ,own way down, all right," he assured the smiling ladies. But smiles turned to shrieks. Dainty cosmetics set out en dressing -tables turned feminine faces shiny black and bilious green—an hour after use, in the middle of dinner. Turning to make the most of their appearances in the fitted mirors, even the prettiest wom- an cried out. For every glass dis- torted her reflection into that of an ugly hag. Leaving her room to join the • other guests downstairs, an un- suspecting woman set foot on the top step of the stairs. Immediate- ly the whole flight flattened into a slide! On her back, arms and legs waving, she slid helplessly down to land among a crowd of laughing men. Another trap awaited the wom- an who chose a second stairway. Descending with dignity, a sud- den gust of air blew her dress over her head in full view of the men. Many women sighed with re- lief when bedtime arrived. But bed was no refuge for the tor- mented sex. As they leaned back on their pillows, their eyes riveted in horror on the ceilings. In each room the ceiling was Chapel Of ice — Members of Delta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity et Syracuse University built this impressive Christmas chapel of Ise On the lawn," of their fraternity house. 'rhe '14 -foot structure is Illuminated from within, and chimes are provided by el recorel player. Guessing Ce4nle-Here's a' parlor, game for those long winter evenings. This abandoned car, with it's once -gay message, was found°at the bottom of a small canyon in the Big Sur country, 30 miles south of Monterey, Calif. Of; a model apparently dating from the late Twenties, the hulk has been there for some time, judging by the height of theshrub growing through the front floorboards. Let amateur scenario, writers give their answers to the questions it poses: Who were the presumablyhappy newlyweds? Where are they now? How did the car get there? Those small round holes, two between the "U";and the "Sur one on the crossbar of the "A'; another between the "R" and "I"; and three in a, line below the word "Married"—are they bullet holes? If so, 'who ;was the "heavy" who fired the shots? painted with a scene from his tory, revealing lurid details of women betraying men to shame- ful deaths. Loud -speakers added other details. An unmarried girl ` was always selected by the doctor for a final embarrassment. As she slid be- tween the sheets her bed began to move ... She screamed as 'it raced towards the wall, which parted to let her .pass. On rails, in a winding . helter- skelter, bed and girl sped down from floor to floor to burst through another ' opening into the ball- room. There .it stopped, to toss her out on to the floor! "Doctor, doctor!". cried the furious women from all parts of the crazy funfair house. But lovelorn Edwin Sandy, -who spent a fortune making women foolish, had vanished -until the time was ripe to hold another women- baiting week -end. World's Longest Bowling Game Here's a story that's still mak- ing the rounds in bowling cir- cuits all over the city of Buffalo, New York, although it heppen- ed many years ago - back in 1934. On ....the -evenings -of March 22 one of the local alleys was play-_ ing host to members of the Genesee Business House League. Barney Koralewski, one of the sharpshooters of the loop, could always be counted on for a hot performance, and this night was no exception. With 'the greatest of ease, Barney got the range of the one -three pocket and stacked. up eight strikes in a row. There's nothing like a poten- tial 300 game to break down barriers between teams, and by the time Barney picked up his ninth ball, the other keglers in the place had forgotten their own games and were concen- trating on rooting him home with a perfect score. The alley was tense with excitement as Barney dusted his sweating palms on the chalk and took his stance. There was hardly a breath taken as he leaned for- ward to line up his next roll. Koralewski never got a chance to throw that ball. Just as he started his run to the foul line, the lights in the alleys went out, forcing Barney to pull up short and stop his throw. The place was in an uproar, and the man- ager frantically tried to re- assure the crowd, now busily striking matches to pilot its way around the darkened pin palace. He explained that the power was cut off due to an electrical storm and that it would soon be turned on again. Order re- turned tq the crowd, but it fidgeted nervously while' wait- ing for play to be resumed. And then someone remembered Bar- ney Koralewski and his eight straight strikes, and the house was soon buzzing with- specu- lative" gossip. It'd be tough on Barney when the lights were turned on again. Maybe he was too cold and too nervous to pile in the four hits he needed. There was a whole week to speculate about Barney's chances to throw a 300 genie, because the power couldn't be turned on that night, and the league president announced that competition would be suspend- ed until the following week, when all teams would be re- quired to finish . their games be- fore rolling any new ones. There. was .never another week like that , in Buffalo, particularly for Barney. lie was a nervous man when he appeared on the same !alleys On March 29 to finish a game he'd started rolling a week before. The scorer announced Haat ]Wiley had eight strikes ha the eighth &ante es he picked. Up his ball. Without a warmup, his neece- etlenese Ineteeeha( with lever o i - tals Sec{ is SN Is your dog or cat gifted with second sight? Twenty-nine-year- old Martha Shagton, of Johannes- burg, sleeping peacefully in her. bed, felt a sudden tug at the sheets. Waking, she was startled to find Bruce, the family's pet dog; scampering to and from the bedroom door. She followed him downstairs' and +e ere, before the fireplace, was her husband's pho- tOgraph lying on the floor — smashed. A refrigerator salesman, he was on a business trip 250 miles a<vay, After snuffling round the picture, Bruce began licking his master's face amid the glass splin- ters, and then, as.hegazed up at Mrs. Shagton with melancholy eyes, let out a half -strangled bark. Then the telephone bell rang, and: she lifted the receiver . to, hear the voice of a stranger.: His message was terse and terrible. "Ytinr husband, it grieves me to say;' i has been killed in ` a car cra'S , �." The time of the accident coincided exactly with that when Brit6 awoke her. The dog, ' it see 1 a4;1 ed "seen" through space tiara arh rwhich killed his mas- ter.:; Because of their devotion to human beings, many animals en- dure; just such pangs of emotion in times of stress as sensitive men and ;women. A ,Professor of Engineering at King's College, London, the late H. Robinson, had three pets in:; his family circle: a sagacious Pe- kinese and two cats. At the Professor's last illness, his pets sat silently outside his bedroom door, their expressions heavy- eyed, themselves inert. Their appetites dwindled to al- most nothing. Then, finally, while the family sat waiting in a room below, leaving two watchers by the bedside, a slight scuffle was heard on the stairs. A moment or so later, all three pets trooped solemnly into the room. It was the first time for three days that they had aban- doned their vigil, and their mes- sage was clear. Neither of the two human watchers by the Pro- fessor's bed had stirred. Yet the animals knew he was no longer alive. Many of us have watched sheep dog trials, where highly trained Scottish border collies, in obedi- ence to their shepherds' whistles and signals, pen sheep with un- canny precision. James M. Wilson of Innerleithen, perhaps Scotland's greatest sheep- dog handler and, breeder, tells what was the finest example of canine intelligence in his ex- perience. It occurred he explained, one wintry morn when he was tramp- ing the snowbound hills with Fly, his International Champion of 1928. In a gully, he found.a ewe stamping forlornly about her still -born lamb. As was his cus- tom, he skinned the lamb, intend- ing to rub its coat against a mo- therless lamb, thus reconciling' the unhappy eye to the role of foster -mother. see second, Barney°° oralewsid, who had started a 300 game a week before and had been stopped by an electrical storm, demon- strated a little electricity him- self. In the next few minutes he slammed home four straight strikes to finish his perfect game and twin the little gold meda, of the American Bowling Congress. The A.B.C. didn't give any Official recognition to the dis- tinction between this '' perfect score of Barney's and other perfect games which had been rolled lei the past, but they should have inscribed Vete- where ot te-where on that neat little piece of gold, "Ta Harney !orales✓- skit for skill, fortitude, and great .patience In as great gatrie,°' SS' Leaving Fly in charge of her, he set off to look for similar casualties. On h i s return, both animals, to his surprise, had van- ished. He whistled, but there was no response. Divining his inten- tion, Fly had driven the ewe, un- aided, across a mile of tricky ridges, and now stood proudly waiting his coming on guard out- side the sheep's pen. A mind- reader could not have done bet- ter. Berwick shepherds still speak affectionately today of Wys Wat- tie, "the doug wi' mon's brains," who belonged to Robert Wight - man of Leitholm. So human in understanding was Wattie that his master' used to talk to him as manto man. ' "Slip deem, quid doug, to the hoose for ma clippin' breeks," he would say. "And be quick as ye can; it's gaun to be nicht' foe we git started." And sure enough Wattie would dart off and soon come struggling back with Wight- man's clipping .togs In his teeth. The story is told of how once at St: Boswell's Fair, .Wightman in- terrupted a crowd of lads while they were booting a football around and borrowed the cap of one of them named Jamie Brown. Then, sending Wattie out of sight, he asked the other lads to whisk off their caps and pile them in a heap. He then hid Jamie's among them. "Wattle, d'ye think ye could seek oot Jamie Brown's bonnet?" he asked, having whistled the dog back. Straightway Wattie ran to the heap and snatched up one, which Jamie Brown promptly claimed. There was a veteran Ayles- bury shepherd, whose dog Rosie fell blind in her old age. So he summoned an R.S.P.C.A. inspec- tor to put a merciful end to her. She was kennelled as usual in the barn. The shepherd whistled her for the last time, mournfully 'thinking: "Ah, Rosie, you've spar- ed me many a weary. mile." But Rosie did not emerge. He had never known her fail like this in all their twelve years of association. And when he went to the barn, there was the blind, faithful old dog, quaking like a leaf. Some powers of premonition may distinguish cats, too, espe- cially the slant -eyed Siamese, whose inscrutable black "masks" suggest many an Eastern sorcer- er's secrets or magic locked with- in. Many families exist today because of their pets' time- ly warning of fire, subsiding cliffs, floods, a baby al'out to be smoth- ered in her sleep, or some other impending fatality. Combs Same SW., C! a #patr'aa Used Take a look at that comb on your dressing -table or in your handbag, The comb Cleopatra used was of the same pattern— a pattern even then established for thousands of years in all parts of the world. It is strange that in spite oe the enormous changes in clothes and fashion since Cleopatra's days, and all the advances of science which divide the primitive bow - and -arrow from the rocket -pro- pelled, wireless -directed "arrow" of to=day, the comb on your dressing -table is just the same have been 'excavated from Swiss in principle as those which lake -dwellings thousands and thousands of years old. The combs found in so many an- cient Egyptian tombs are of the same pattern, though fash- ioned in finer materials, includ- ing ivory, and sometimes decor- ated with inlays of coloured glass and gold. Ladies in ancient Greece and Rome used combs of boxwood, sometimes elaborately ornament- ed, but still of the same pattern as those used by their sisters of earlier civilizations. In the Brit- ish Museum there is a comb from ancient Rome which is astonish- ingly like those "small -tooth" combs we use now! We can take our Time -Machine through later history and always we find the same familiar pat- tern—combs carved with saints and angels in mediaeval times, ornamented with "loves" and cupids by the Italians of the Re- naissance, decorated. with paint- ed gesso by the French, made of silver and used in public by be - wigged men of the seventeenth century! Well, there you are — wood, bone, buffalo horn, ivory, tor- toiseshell, bamboo from Asia, co- conut palm from Polynesia, all kinds of metals, rubber and plas- tic have been pressed into service in the interests of hair hygiene and decoration, without one im- portant change in 5,000 years' '— Last Last year, 1953, that pattern became for the first. time out of date! In conditions of some se- crecy a very famous hair -brush manufacturer h a s developed what is claimed to be the first actual improvement to the comb in 5,000 years. What is the closely guarded secret of the new comb? Al- though it looks like a 'specially nice ordinary comb, when you comb your hz.ir with it the teeth don't just stick out stiff and riga id in the way combs have always dan, only thre or four points touching your scalp at a time. They slide back a .little way into• the base so that their points con- form exactly -thee -gape of .your head as the comb passes through your hair! In Civ'es — Marshal Klementi E. Voroshilov, chairman of the Pre- sidium of the Supreme Soviet of the U. S. S. R., wears civilian clothes as he poses for his latest portrait. Long a military hero, his position is comparable to president of Russia. Tie a tiny bell, as a warning device to the neck of every bot- tle containing poison. And keep the bottles on top shelf of cabinet. Oh Deer --Finally Got Wien --• After five years of hunting, Mrs. H. 1. Ripley finally made her first kill, and only 12 minutes after the hunting season opened. The animal was expected to dress at about 250 pounds.