Where Aeroplanes Spell Food

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 83, Issue 159, 8 July 1939, Page 5

Where Aeroplanes Spell Food

REGINA, Saskatchewan—The airplane has 1 egaimi.-.hcd the bill-oi’-fare ior Canada's isolated northern mining tumps. Once the northerner of this province dined on bannock, barmt, beans and dried vegetables. That wa- before the airplane became a factor in the life of lhe distant places of northern Saskatchewan. Besides bringing civilization to the northerner, fast mail service, the airplane has brought him meals of fresher and more appetizing foods. Nowadays Sunday dinner at any mining camp means sliced tomatoes, lettuce, salads, least turkey with ‘‘all the fixings”- all brought info the north, quickly and freshly, by the plane. Such things as fresh vegetables, fresh ihmits. dressed poultry and ice cream appear regularly on the air freight lists io northern points. Orders can be radioed from such jplaces as Goldfields in north western Saskatchewan to Edmonton, Alberta, or J’rince Albert, Saskat- ■ chewan, and delivery is but a matter of 'a fevy hours. ! Fresh milk and cream are shipped in j < ircular containers like those which are ■to ptick bulk ice cream. These are used ■ [to avoid the heavy freight charges'' iwhicli would be made, if the milk were! ’shipped in bottles. Ice cream is shipped “dry pack” in light metal containers, enclosed in insulated packages to 'which is added a paper package of j solidified gas to provide refrigeration. Vegetables and fruits are shipped in light cartons, while eggs are placed in the conventional 30-dozcn cases. Ten years ago it would have been more than a novelty for a northern I dweller to serve fresh vegetable's, salads, ice cream but to-day it, is a daily I occurrence and taken by the northerner for granted. i Rifle ins])eclion was in progress. !Examining the rifle of “Dopey,” th’ regimental half-wit, the officer turned ; indignantly to the sergeant and said: 1 ‘‘Look at this man’s rifle.” ! The sergeant looked down the barrel, -wung the rifle to “Dopey," and barked furiously: “Look at that darned rifle.” “Dopey” peered carefully down the barrel, and muttered in a surprised lune: ‘ ■ Uou! got a ’ole right f 1 c v it.”' ! The dinei rushc lin ei (0 Ihe manager. “I’ve been robbed!’’ he screamed. •■.Somebody has stolen my hat!” “What kind of a hat was it.’” asked the manager. “It was a light brown soft hal.” explained tiie diner. “H’m,” mused the manager, “now that you mention it, 1 just saw a man walking out with that very hat.’’ The customer looked hastily towards tlie doors. “Quick, quick!” he demanded; “what did he look like?” The manager shook his head. “Terrible,’’ he replied. “That hat I was much too small for him!”