NOVEL ADVENTURE

Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 101, 23 January 1936, Page 4

NOVEL ADVENTURE

“Cooked” Her Way Round the World

Would you like to work your way round the world? If so, learn to be a good cook, says Miss M. Luty, a Manchester millworker. A recent message from London says that Miss Luty walked out of the factory one day with a map of the world, a steerage ticket and £l5 iu her pocket and spent live years sight-seeing. “It doesn’t do you a bit of good to have professional or business training,” Miss Luty said, when, she arrived back iu London from her adventures. “All countries are pouring out young people for professional and business work faster than they can be absorbed. But nowhere is there a sufficiency of good cooks.” Miss Luty stayed in each place until she had seen all there was to be seen and then moved on to the next. She has friends in half the cities of the world. She began at Halifax, where she spent several months, and then cooked her way right across Canada in time for the harvesting in the grain-growing district near the Rocky Mountains. There she cooked for 16 harvesters three times a day, following them for miles in a “cook car” as they worked out their contract with half a dozen farmers. The money she earned on the prairies she used to see “Jack London’s country,” and spent a month at I’Ott McMufry on the Peace River. From there she made trips in a dog team to Visit trap lines, with the temperature at 40deg. below zero. Then, from the edge of the Arctic, she went surf-bathing at Honolulu. After that New Zealand, Australian sheep stations, African tom-toms. Iu between she stopped at all the famous ports of call to see the sights. She cooked every imaginable kind of food, from rainbow trout to bread fruit. And the joke is, she will tell you that she “just hates cooking.”

men wear the world would be a sad place. It must always be remembered however that the mask must be the right one—and these poor women who just can’t help looking bored when they are bored, and guilty about the price of their frocks when they have reason to be guilty, have nothing left: to do but to take to the shelter of the masks of the fashion-creator.