Zurich Herald, 1955-11-24, Page 6ABLE TALKS
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Are
your folks fond of pud-
dings? Most families are — so
here are recipes for some really
elelightful, ones which I hope
yetu'll try — and enjoy,
SPICY APPLE PUDDING
TOPPING
11h cups water
1 teaspoon salt
Ile cup uncooked rice
1/2 cup of sugarchum/non2 teaspoons chum/non
3 cups firmly packed, coarsely
chopped, peeled, cooking
apples
2 tablespoons lemon juice
32 marshmallows (le pound)
Put water, salt, and rice in 2.
quart saucepan and bring to
vigorous" boil. Turn heat as low
se possible. Cover saucepan;
Teat e ore: kw heat 15 minutes
Add sugar and cinnamon. Pour
the lemon juice over apples and
.mix into rice mixture. Pour into
a lee -quart baking dish. Place
marshmallows over pudding,
completely covering top. Bake
at 350° F. for 30 minutes, or until
marshmallows are browned.
NUT BROWN PUDDING
'/ cup butter
1 sup sugar
34teaspoon salt
IA teaspoon each, nutmeg and
cloves
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 egg
1% cups milk
2 cups dry bread crumbs
1/ cup each, seedless raisins
and chopped nuts
1 teaspoon soda
2 tablespoons warm water
Cream butter with sugar salt,
and spices Add egg. Beat until
=moth. Pour milk over bread
erumbs, raisins, and nuts. Com-
bine with creamed mixture. Ole -
solve soda in warm water and
add to pudding. Pour into deep
11 -quart casserole which has
been greased with butter, bake
300° F. for 1-11/4 hours, or until
a deep dark brown. Serve with:
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IMPORTED YOGI — Yankee ver-
elon of the Orient's men of mys-
*Ism --the yogi --strolls down
the Ginza in Tokyo, Japan. Yogi
terra, wizard catcher of the
New York Yankees, is playing
with the Bombers on their ex-
hibition tour of Japan.
LEMON NUTMEG SAUCE
cup sugar
1 tablespoon cornstarch
ee teaspoon salt
3 teaspoon nutmeg
1 sup bolting water
2 tablespoons butter
1� tablespoons lemon juice
Combine dry ingredients; add
wated and cook until clear and
slightly thickened. Add butter
and stir until melted. Add lemon
juice. Serve hot on pudding,
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QUICK FUDGE DESERT
134 cups sifted flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1i teaspoon salt
le cup sugar
1 egg, beaten
Ili cup milk
3 tblsp. melted shortening
Fudge filling,
Sift together dry ingredients.
Combine eggs, milk, and short-
ening. Add to flour mixture, stir-
ring until smooth. Spread 2/a
of batter in bottom of greased
8 -inch square baking pan. Pour
fudge fiilling over batter. Drop
remaining batter by spoonfuls
over fudge filling. Bake at 400°
F. 25 minutes.
FUDGE FILLING
1 egg, beaten
cup sugar
1 -ounce square unsweetened
chocolate, melted
Ifo cup chopped nuts
1 tablespoon melted butter
Combine egg, sugar and melt-
ed chocolate, mixing well. Add
nuts and butter. Beat well.
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PEACH ROLL-UPS
Iii cup butter
/A cup orange juice
i!2 cup sugar
2 teaspoons grated orange
rind
2 cups. sifted flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
cup shortening
a/ cup milk
1 can (No. 2i/a) cling peach
slices
3 tablespoons melted butter
ri$ sup brown sugar (packed)
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Simmer first 4 ingredients to-
gether for about 5 minutes to
make a sirup. Pour half this
sirup in bottom of a 9 -inch
square pan (or shallow oblong
pan.)
Sift flour, baking powder, and
salt into bowl. Cut in shorten-
ing and add milk, mixing to a
moderately stiff dough, Drain
peaches thoroughly. Roll dough
to an oblong about 10x14 inches
(dough should be about 1/4 -inch
thick), Brush with melted but-
ter; sprinkle with brown sugar,
and cinnamon. Arrange drained
peach slices over surface and
roll carefully, starting from the
short side, as for jelly role. With
a sharp knife cut into 9-10 slices
about 1 inch thick. .Arrange
peach roll -ups over sirup in
pan, pressing them lightly until
they barely touch each other.
Bake at 425° F. for 15 minutes.
Pour remaining warm sirup
evenly over roll -ups and con-
tinue baking 10 minutes longer,
Or until a rich brown. Serve
warm. Top with whipped cream
or ice cream if you wish.
Fur Coats for Ladies: $1 Oft'
Canadian fur goods manufac-
turers shipped 220,717 ladies'
fur coats in 1953, • some 1,260
fewer than in 1952. The average
value was $228 or $1 less than in
the preceding year.
HORSE OPERA — Only in Vienna, heartland of make -believe -
sortie -true, could a horse show beheld in such sumptuous sur-
roundings. Members of the Hapsburg -founded Spanish Riding
School paradt"Their mounts in chandetiered hall of the Hofburg,
onetime Imperial Castle of the Hapsburgs. Known the world
around in equestrian circles, the renowned riding organization
etnly recently returned to Veno from ifs exile during the occu-
pafion.
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The straight front panel is beautifully appliqued and the sides
and back of the skirt are permanently pleated and intricately
draped.
MY DAREDEVIL PLUNGE
Six people have shot the Falls
at Niagara and three have come
through alive. One of these died
later of alcoholic poisoning and
another was, killed when he
slipped on a banana -skin during
a music -hall tour of Australia.
Of those who made the trip,
Jean Lussier, a French Canadian,
is the only living survivor (and
possibly the only one who was
in a fit condition to be aware of
what happened). This is how
he described his experiences to
Gibson Cowan:
I found some difficulty in get-
ting into the rubber ball. Finally
I worked my Legs into the holes
made for them and slid down in-
side into a sitting position. I in-
flated my rubber suit .until it
filled the remainder of the space,
leaving only my head and hands
free.
It wasn't as hot as I expected,
but the July sun shone in on top
of my head and sweat began to
run down my neck. There didn't
seem any point in delaying
things. It was five minutes past
three exactly. "O.K.," I said,
I switched on the electric light.
If they answered, I didn't hear
them, but the manhole closed
and the turnbuckle . twisted. 1
waited for a long time, and began
to think that something had gone
wrong.
I could just feel the lift of the
waves and an occasional nudge
which I took to be bumping
against the side of the boat until
one heavier than the rest told
me that they were rocks and I
had probably been adrift quite
a while.
I closed my eyes, relaxed, and
let my head loll. It gave me the
same sense of security that you
have when you pull the sheets
over your head in bed, I knew
that all I could do had been done
when I had finished the design
of the ball.
The weight at the bottom kept
me upright, and when the move-
ment started it was no worse
than that of a small boat in a
fairly choppy sea. After the first
few jolts I knew that I should
come to no harm on the rounded
rocks even if 1 caught one fun
on, but everything seemed very
slow.
1 was wearing five wrist
watches of different makes, for
advertising purposes, but 1 didn't
even think of looking there. We
had estimated that 1 should be
twenty-eight minutes c o m i n g
down the upper rapids. I was
five miles from the falls when I
was released, but the current
was running at about 17 miles
per hour.
I had confidence in the ball,
an; I kept thinking of Annie
Taylor and Bobby. Leach. I'd
never suet Annie. She was the
first person to go over --in an
ordinary barrel without paddling.
She was a middle-aged school-
mistress with a . taste for liquor,
and had done it out of sheer
bravado after being thrown out
of a saloon. They stuffed her in
head first and just hammered
down the lid. She came out all
right.
I was a stuntman and was in
it for publicity and the money.
Bobby Leach, from Bristol, in
'England, had gone over in a
steel cylinder in 1911, Strapped
in he would have been all right,
but as it was he broke both arms
and legs, and was in hospital for
twenty-two months.
Then the ball gave a little bob,
like going down a lift for two or
three feet, and then became ab-
solutely still. I guessed it was
the little . trough ' just before the
sill that could be seen distinctly
from the shore.
The day previously we had
sent the empty ball over for the
reovies which were already de-
veloped and in New York, I had
noticed the bobbing movement
and the stretch of smooth water,
and. I knew that I must be near
the edge. I looked at the time.
It was thirty-three minutes after
three.
There was no feeling of falling,
What sensation there was was
one of soaring. If it was like
r. iything, it was like a ski jump,
only cut off abruptly in the
middle.
If the laws of physics are cor-
rect, it took under four seconds
to fall the 148 feet. 1 think I be -
ear to rnunt, hut it didn't seem
as long as four seconds.
There was always the faint
chance that I should drop
through the falls and 1 waited,
with my head slightly ducked,
wondering whether I should hit
a rock.
I didn't even feel anything
when 1 hip the water — not until
I realized the ball was definitely
at rest, rocking gently from side
to side, The noise seemed duller,
and yet bigger and heavier. I
pressed my era to n, �tke,sure
the plugs were in place,
relieve the pressure on ifiY. etas
I became aware that at some Um
the lights had gone out.
At the trial the ball had bob
bed up within three seconds, bu
the falls are mysterious. Wale
coming down from all sides of
the horseshoe will sometime
hold a log right under the fa
for an hour, The pressure wasn'
too bad, but it was eerie.
I felt that the electricity ha
escaped from the batteries an
was crawling over my body. No
body has been able to explai
it to me, but it was some sort 0
electricity.
I sat in the darkness gently
rocking from side to side. The
the ball began to spin slowly up
ward ..
I railed a moment and the
cautiously opened an air valy
agar. . A little water came in
but I decided that it was on1
spray and that I was back on th
surface. '
Now that I was over the worst,
I could allow myself to think o
Charlie Stephen. He was also
from Bristol. He was the thir
man who had tried it, but h
had asked for trouble from th
start. He hadn't even soaked hi
barrel, and it leaked like a sieve.
We all told him he was commit-
ting suicide.
Two of the watches had lum-
inous dials, but I couldn't make
out either of them. Finally I
concluded that somehow or other
the boats had missed me and I
had drifted into the whirlpool a
couple of miles lower down.
I told myself that even that
wouldn't be too bad, for I. had
examined it carefully and de-
cided that it had very little suck.
A kid of eighteen swam through
it a little while ago.
What puzzled me was that the
roar of the falls kept rising and
falling with an almost regular
beat. I pulled both plugs out of
my ears and became completely
confused by the noise. •
I didn't know then that I was
drifting backwards and forwards
in the surge between Canada
and America.
I pushed the light switch again,
but it still would not work, and
for quit: a time I fumbled about
in the hope of putting my hand
on a loose wire. I tried to relax.
Unexpectedly the noise died
away, and almost immediately I
heard a scraping on the outside.
It was as if someone were tying
a rope on to the ball.
I unfastened the manhole from
the inside, but kept my hand on
the bolts. For a few minutes I
was jerked about all over the
place, and then the sunlight
streamed in, dazzling after, the
darkness which had gone before.
Before anyone asked me I
shouted that I was O.K. I looked
at my wrist. All five watches
had stopped. Everybody was
shouting "O.K. O.K." to the
shore.
I stood up and put my head
out. The boats were just where
they said they would be. I asked
the time, they couldn't tell me.
Nobody had a watch.
When we landed it was five.
Straw Hat Making
By Hand in Sweden
A path that was slippery with
pine needles led to the glade in
which the little old woman's
little red cottage stood. It was
like the beginning of .a bedtime
fairy tale. Round the cottage
grew glaring red peonies, deep
blue aquilegias and that grace-
ful flower we call "lieutenant's
heart"; the grass was still fresh
with dew. . , It was, in fact,
just such a picture as you would
expect to find on any wooded
slope in Central Sweden.
The little old woman who
lived there was called Maja-
Lena; her surname did not mat-
ter, for as Maja-Lena she was
known throughout the parish
and a good bit beyond as well.
She had just one xoom,, enough,
she thought, for her simple
needs. The furniture was of the
simplest, yet on the walls hung
certain pictures which showed
that she was not a complete
stay-at-home, but had seen a
little of the outside world.
White hair, combed smooth,
neatly parted in the center and
fastened tight in a bun at the
nape. . , . Otherwise, she was
liveliness itself.
Her fingers were fluttering
as quickly as a lark's wings and
it was all the eye could do to
follow her movements, Beside
her lay a bundle of straws, from
which at regular intervals she
would take two or three, and
before you knew what was hap-
pening they had been turned
into part of a long plait that
coiled out across the floor.
When the plait was long enough,
she would thread her needle,
sew with frenzied concentration
for a while, and there was a
straw hat complete and ready
to wear.
"There's no more to it than
that," she said. Perhaps not for
her; but when others try their
hand at it, they realize that to
make the straw hats of Arte -
mark is an art.
The custom of wearing straw
hats is not an old one. It seems
to have started here in Dalsland
sometime at the beginning of
last century ... . And so they
began making them all over
the district; they were sold to
Norway and elsewhere, even to
China. In those days they used
to take sacks of them by wagon
to Fredrikshald in Norway.
That was mostly in the sum-
mer.
Such hats are still worn today
during harvest. They are plait-
ed with different numbers of
straws: four, five, six, or seven,
to give different widths to the
plait, and are sewn up either
by hand or with a sewing ma-
chine. There are still plenty
who plait straw in Artemark
though few of Maja-Lena's cal-
ibre. — From "Something of
My Country," by PRINCE WIL-
LIAM of SWEDEN, translated
by M. A. Michael.
EXPLANATION
The president of the Wallager
Falls bridge club enjoys show-
ing off her young son's store of
scientific knowledge to her fel-
low members. One day she
urged, "Go on and tell them,
Jerome, what it means when
steam comes out of the spout
of the kettle." "I means," said
Jerome, "thatyou are about to
Open one of Father's letters."
PASTA PUP -- No vino for .Pack,
This cosmopolitan Neapolitan is
said to drink coffee to wash
down his favorite dish, spa-
ghetti. He's the mascot of the
welding shop at NATO's south-
ern European headquarters,
Naples, Italy.
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DOWN IN THE MOUTH — This is the gaping .mouth of Monstro
the Whale, who swallowed Pinocchio and appears to be brut
to do the same to George Sprunk, Monstro is one of dozens of
floats being prepared for the big parade sponsored by a Iota!
department store. Sprunk is painting the inside of the eliiele's,
mouth,