The Good Neighbour

New Zealand Journal of Agriculture, Volume 62, Issue 2, 15 February 1941, Page 136

The Good Neighbour

BY

"MARY"

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I MET NOEL COWARD WES, I really met him, this famous YES, really met him, has famous actor-playwright who has recently concluded a tour of New Zealand. Like you, I had seen photographs and heard him over the air, but this had not prepared me for the strength of his • most outstanding characteristic — his vital personality. His is the deep cultured voice of the Englishman, his too the gift of easy, fluent conversation. Picture him as I found him: younger looking than his photos, dark-haired, and his skin very tan, dressed in double-breasted navy suit which had the unmistakable cut of a London tailor, with two red carnations in his button-hole, and wearing, of course, his blue-and-white spotted bow tieno,, it is not “swank,” this tie of hisit is a part of the personality of this amazing man. Noel Coward’s deep love for his country, and his great desire to serve it in these days of strife, have been evidenced in his talks, and it is obvious on meeting him how sincere and deep-rooted is this patriotism of his. I " wish we had television so that every one of you could see him as you have heard him at the patriotic concerts he has given, for undoubtedly it is the force of his dynamic personality —his acting powers, his happy air of comradeship, his little, inimitable mannerismsthat make him what he is—a man respected and admired the wide world over. x

St. Valentine's Day

DID anyone send you a Valentine this year on February 14th? I very much doubt it, for this is a custom which has died out almost completely in these modern days. And a pity it is, too, for what a thrill even our modern miss would have if she received one of these quaint old-fashion-ed cards from an unknown admirer. The festival of St. Valentine’s Day goes gack to the Romans, when they held a feast in honour of Pan and Juno Februalis early in the month we now call February. Christian missionaries to Rome brought back tales of this custom to England, and so we find, in the villages on St. Valentine’s Day, all the young maidens and young men joining in the feasting and fun. The names of the maidens were drawn by the young men, and this was his “Valentine” for the year. And, at the end of the year, was she still his Valentine? I wonder. After many years, the custom died, and was . revived by the man sending a gift to the lady of his choice. Sometimes these gifts took the form of jewels, priceless beyond telling, and so it was perhaps that some poorer swain hit on the idea of sending a card to his lady love on this day of all days Even then, a Valentine card was an expense, for some I have seencurios now no doubt—have been perfect examples of needlework, embroidered with rich silks, and soft lace-edged cards, too, were popular. So it is today, the name “St. Valentine's Day” suggests to us only those maidens of the Victorian age, with their ringlets and quiet grace and dignity, who blushed secretly over their Valentines and kept them among their most treasured possessions. St. Valentine’s Day—it has gone from us for ever. No longer does the lover send to his lass declarations of his ardour in the form of sweetly sentimental verses on embroidered cards; no longer

does Cupid fly through hearts and roses on this day. But perhaps it is as well, for the old custom, in dying, has lost none of its romancerather, there is about it today a fragrant aura, delicate and exquisite, which keeps this festival of hearts so very much in the golden past, where it most truly belongs.

"... Only S’faw Deep

Are You Proud of Your Hair? HOW are the shining lights in your hair these days? Is your hair glossy and smooth, or has it become bleached by the sun of summertime? Because these are the days when you must look after your crowning glory,

for the heat of summer is inclined to dry out the natural oils and leave the hair wiry instead of soft. Out with your hairbrush then, begin each day by a daily brushing, and finish each day this way too. Your hair cannot be brushed too much, ever. And brushing tones up the scalp, makes the circulation flow freely, and so enhances the beauty of your hair. When washing your hair, do not forget tom assage your scalp well the night before with warm olive or coconut oil. Rub the warm oil well into the roots of the hair with the fingertips, and wind a cloth turban-wise round your head before retiring to pro-

tect your pillowslip. Always use a good shampoo . for your hair, one to suit your own colouring if you are brunette or blonde. Use a double soaping, and several rinses, with lemon juice in the last one. Now out into the sunshine, rub and toss your hair till half dry, and then set with combs and curlers. Don’t overlook the value of.a good setting lotion —it is invaluable if your perm, is becoming a little tired. Incidentally, have you ever tried applying your setting lotion by using a talc tin? The lotion goes on evenly, and you use considerably less ' this way. Here is a good way to set your hair, if you want to go out in a hurry, and wish to look your best. Set your hair in the usual way with combs and curlers, but set it dry— not damp it at all. Put a net on, then, protecting the face with a towel, hold your head

To My Love. You gave me a gift of friendship Pure and sweet as a flower; You brought me a summer’s sunshine Enshrined in one deep hour. You laughed, and my heart was happy, You frowned, and my day was blue, Because the sun that lights my world Is you, my love, just you.

over a gently-steaming kettle of boiling water for a few minutes. Press the waves into place, and dry with a fan. This only takes a very short time, and you will be surprised at the result. Remember, it is only with constant care and brushing that you will be rewarded with a shining head of hair. It is no use brushing your hair every day for a week and expecting miraculous results almost overnight. As with all beauty treatments, it is persistency that brings the best results, and five minutes spent every day on brushing your curls is worth an hour spent only one day a week. - And in these days when so many girls are joining the ranks of the hatless, attention is focused on the hairwill yours stand the test?

Silk Stockings Are Precious Now

YES, silk stockings are precious these daysthey are up in price, and hard to obtain even then. So look after your good pairs well; they may have to serve you for a long period. When you first buy them, soak them before wearing in a basin of cold water, to which has been added a tablespoonful of salt. Leave them for a few hours, squeeze, and hang them to dry in the shade. When perfectly dry, rinse them, in clean water,- and their life will be doubled. Have you ever tried this method of making cheap, shiny artificial stockings dull? They look expensive with a dull sheen. Mix together a quarterounce of dissolved soap, and four ounces of fuller’s earth or french chalk in a quart of warm , water. Immerse the stockings well in this solution, squeeze gently, and shake them well before hanging in the shade. If you put a few drops of methylated spirits in the water when you are washing your stockings, the heaviest shower won’t spot them. And if you are unlucky enough to spill grease on them, rub the spot gently, while the stocking is still on your leg, with a piece of cotton-wool soaked in

eucalyptus. There is no trace of grease when the spot has dried. Have you ever realised that many ladders are caused through letting your stockings twist round and round the line on washing day, when it is windy? Try clipping one of those spring clothes-pegs on to the toe of each stocking, before you hang them on the line, and the weight will keep them from twisting. And, talking of stockings, have you seen or used the new liquid hosiery? I have experimented with it, and it is impossible to tell it, when properly applied, from the sheerest silk. If you ' have someone in the house with a very straight eye, an eyebrow pencil run down the back of the leg forms a perfect seam, and there you have a stocking which will not ladder, will not wrinkle, or spot in the rain! Quite a number of lasses in city streets and trams are sporting “liquid” stockings, and on these hot days what more could you ask for? But I think when winter comes along the liquid stockings will go into the drawer and it will be gratestockings again.

Helpful Hannah gays . . .

To prevent cakes sticking when cooked, warm the tins slightly' before pouring in the mixture. * * * Try boiling your leg of mutton for half an hour before baking it. You will find it much juicier this way, and it doesn’t shrink so much. # * « Your linoleum will last much longer, and keep brighter, if you wash it with warm water to which a little kerosene has been added. * * * When drying your cardigan, lay it between newspapers, and put it under a mat for a day or so. You will be surprised at how new it looks if dried this way. • * * * When the weather is damp, insert a wooden match in your salt shaker—the salt then pours quite easily. « * * Try using a cake'of hard soap for your pincushion pins and needles won’t then rust.

Short Story

FRIDAY, being baking day at “Maranui,” was always a hard day for the womenfolk. On this particular Friday they were busier than ever. Emma’s Joe was to spend the weekend with them, and Emma was always fussy. Such energy seemed futile to Maud and the boys, but Dad only grinned and looked wise! He said Em was her mother, all over again: Em always got in the same argument at this stage. She said, if he’d considered Mum old enough at twenty-two to marry him . . . But just there Dad always faded away quietly. He didn’t like arguments with women; they always beat him in the end if he stayed long enough. The wide verandah at “Maranui,” pleasantly cool on these, late January evenings, - was the favourite rallying ground of the family when the day’s work was done. Dad, lazily drawing at his pipe, looked across the garden with appreciative eyes at “Maranui”— all his. And Sid, from his seat on the top step, looked away over the paddocks. beyond the farm, and he too had his thoughts. If only they could spare him for just a day— hadn’t been to Wellington for monthsand tomorrow’s match would be well worth seeing. Perhaps he'd better broach the subject now, while Dad seemed in a good mood! In the kitchen Mum bent rather wearily over the stove as she replenished the fire. It was nearly supper timeif only Maud would hurry over setting the table. But Em’s voice, as she came in from the dairy, stirred Maud into a final spurt. “Come on, Miss Lazybones;, 'eight o’clock, and supper not ready! You know Dad hates being kept waiting. D’you think, Mum, I’ll be spoiling Joe like that?” Mum laughed. “Of course, you will, my girl! For twenty-eight barring times of sicknessl’ve had your father’s meal on the table on the tick of time.” “You seem to glory -in spoiling him,” broke in Em. “But, seriously Mum, what about— Joe won’t wait for ever and he’s sure to say something about it again tomorrow.” , Mrs. Bunton sighed. “Of course, Em, I know it seems hard waiting, but ’ Maudie’s coming along fine nowl’m sure it won’t be long

FOR TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS

now. Hullohere’s your father. Come on, Maudie, set the chair for Dad; quick my girl!” Dad’s face was set in his usual determined fashion as he strode into the kitchen, followed rather sheepishly by Sid. “Well, Ma, have you heard Sid’s latest idea?” Dad’s voice sounded grim, but there was just a hint of a twinkle in his eye as the family seated themselves round the table. “Wants

another day off to go gallivanting round the city. Perhaps there’s some attraction down there —eh, Sid?” Sid’s sunburnt face seemed to take on a deeper tint, but he stuck to his guns manfully. “Can’t see anything very comical in having a Saturday in town occasionally,” he answered steadily. Dad laughed. His ruminations on the verandah had left him with a pleasant feeling of benevolence. He looked at Mrs. Bunton. “Well, Ma, what about it? You shall have the casting vote this —shall Sid go or not?” “Well, I was thinking, Dad — only just thinking of it, you knowbut it would be kind of nice •” Maudie nudged Em and giggled. “Sid always was Mother’s whitehaired boy. I bet you she gives him her cream money that she was saving for a new frock so he’ll have some extra pocket money ” Dad’s look silenced Maud, then he nodded to Mum to finish. Mum seemed rather flustered, but she grasped the bread knife and went on. “Of course Sid can go. But while we are on the subject, I’d just like to say something I’ve been thinking about for a goodish time. As they are growing up so rapidly, with Em here able to take my place for a while, and Sid able to keep things going for you, why can’t we manage a day in town together?” Silence reigned for a moment, then Dad said slowly, as he looked at Mum: “D’you mean me and you- down to Wellington? Why, you’re silly, Ma! We haven’t had a day away together for the twenty-eight years we’ve been ” Em broke in rather sharply. “Then it’s high time you did! We can manage here. It’s a good idea, And Mum can buy the new dress she wants at the same time.” Mother looked wistfully at Dad, and laid down the bread knife, as though she no longer needed its protection. “Of course, it was only an idea of mine. I’ve been thinking lately about that day we had together in Wellington after we were married —-Jim! Remember the beautiful flowers in the

Botanical Gardens, the lovely dresses on the girls, and the pretty sunshades on the beaches. I’ve been thinking of it all, Jim, I’d like to go——” Dad’s chair made a harsh, scraping sound on the floor as he rose father slowly, at the same time fumbling in his pocket for his old brown pipe. His look at Mum was almost as shy as anything Sid could muster. “Then that settles it. We’ll go on Monday. And I’ll help you choose your dress—Mary!” The family stared! Things were serious when Mum and Dad took to calling each other by Christian names. Mum could hardly wait for Monday to come. There was a rush to get away in time to catch the train in the morning, but oh! when they arrived at the Wellington Railway Station! As they stood hesitatingly on the platform Dad looked down at Mum with a grin. “Well, old girl, where shall it be first of all?” “Oh, shops—and then, let’s catch a bus and go to Day’s Bay. Remember? You took me there before.” , So they went round the shops. Oh, those windows! Those intriguing little hat shops and frock shops, with monogrammed velvet curtains, and tall, golden-haired young goddesses in trailing gowns! And in the big stores they walked between rolls of brightlycoloured materials, ribbons, hankies, ladies’ underwear Dad rather unconsciously quickened his footsteps here till a tall correct shopwalker politely directed them to the dress department. Dad wore an air of martyrdom as he followed their guide, but a keen observer would have noticed that Mum’s face was set and resolved; her chin looked the tiniest bit defiant. About 8 o’clock that night the kitchen at “Maranui” had completely lost its customary air of tidiness and repose. Mum’s hat— best . one, too—was hung on the back of a chair; Maudie stooped industriously over the table, untying the knots of the pile of brown paper parcels which lay scattered over its surface. The boys were late with the milking, and Dad had gone over to give them a hand, but they would all be in any minute now. Regardless of that fact, however, Mum and Em nervously got in each other’s way, as they both tried to be the first to undo a large white box. The girls knew it contained the frock, though secretly they both thought Mum had been a trifle extravagant. At last the box was opened; and fold upon fold of filmy tissue was carefully lifted out.

Em gave a gaspand Maudie left her parcels, and peered excitedly in at the dress. In tense silence Mum lifted it gently— soft, white, gleaming thing, with touches of silver and ..orange blossom and lace. She gave a queer, excited little laugh , as she held it up towards Em. . . ,

“Yours, my dear,” she whispered. “Your wedding frock! I couldn’t help it, Emas soon as I saw all the pretty things, I knew then how much you were missing. Dad’s pleased, too! He says it’s all right.” Maudie took the frock reverently from her mother, and looked with shining eyes at the dainty sheen of it. But Em threw herself into her mother’s arms! “Mother, you d-darling!” she sobbed. Mum recovered first. Half-laughing, half-crying, she pushed Em gently

away, and drew their attention to the other parcelspresents for them all, and fragile white shoes and stockings for the bride. “And, see here,” she said softly, as she opened the last parcel. “Dad was determined I should have my frock after all. It ... it will be just right for the wedding. I have always wanted a blue frock!” In the sitting-room the clock struck sharply. A sound of heavy boots came

to them from the front verandah—and the boys were home! Mother flew to the table in alarm. “Girls, girls, quick!” she cried. “Help me clear these away. Dear, dear! It’s 8 o’clock, and your father’s home, and there’s no supper ready! Whatever can I have been thinking of!” Maudie flew to her mother’s bidding, but Em only smiled, and tenderly folded her wedding dress.

While the Log Burns

A Book You Will Enjoy HAVE you read “White Banners?” If not, try and get it from your library is by the American writer Lloyd Douglas and is most interesting and absorbing. . “White Banners” is the story of Hannah Farm alee,- who comes in out of a storm one day to help the Ward family. For 25 years she lives with this family, and during that period, naturally, everything happens . that happens to most families; There is romance, tragedy, sorrow, and happiness running through its - pages, and, although you too will love the people who live therein, I am sure you will never , forget Hannah and her strange theory of not fighting back when Fate struck cruel blows at her and her loved ones. Hannah’s theory is indeed an interesting one—perhaps it is best explained in her own words. “When the people of. one tribe had worn out their soil, fished out their streams, and frightened away the game, they could do one of two things make war on a neighbouring prosperous tribe, or migrate to a new locality. The usual thing was to . make war. If victorious, they captured the land, and enslaved the people. The slaves were forced to do the work, while their new masters grew fat, lazy, and stupid. History was uncertain about many things, but quite sure on this point: to acquire property by capture endangered the life of the victors. The possession of anything you hadn’t earned was a constant menace.” The last sentence—“ The possession of anything you hadn’t earned was a constant menace”— almost the keynote of the book. Hannah believed that she was richer through every disappointment. When Fate struck cruel blows at her theory,. she just smiled back, and carried on. And, strangely, you will agree, ' she was at peace in her carrying on. It wasn’t a mere surrender she made made — was something positive. It was an accretion to her character and courage. -It:is really the story of Hannah’s life, telling one of the happy days of her youth, a tragic love affair, followed later by an unhappy marriage, and then traces the fortunes. of the family to whom she is housekeeper. There is not a dull line in the whole book, and the interest is intense right to the last. Hannah gains converts to her strange theory, and proves to them how it works out.. “You make 5 a resolution ’ that when people revile you, and persecute you, and defraud you, you’ll simply smile

back, and take it on the chin—make that the fixed rule of your life. And refuse to quarrel , and fight, no matter what they do to you. If you want to know anything more about it than I’ve told you, you may have to discover it . for. yourself. But when you do discover it, something will happen to you that you’re not looking for. I can tell you that much. And you’ll be surprised! It is like acquiring a sixth sense.” Hannah’s courage was not the sort that displayed itself with bands playing and flags flying. It was a private courage that no one knew of. But it was an undoubted possession, and her courage earned for her white banners for private valour. In the present days of strife among all peoples, it is particularly interesting to come across a book such as this one. It makes one wonder just what sort of a place the world would be if everyone carried out Hannah’s theory as Hannah herself did. It is impossible to forget - the people you meet within this book; impossible, ever, to forget the warm-hearted, generous Hannah, who was strong enough to achieve her victories without strife.

MARMALADE 21b. grapefruit, 5. large cups water. Cut the grapefruit finely, and leave overnight in the water. Next day bring to the boil with 3 lb. sugar. Cook slowly till it —about 1 hour. * * * PEANUT COOKIES 3oz. flour, I teaspoon baking powder, 1 heaped teaspoon cocoa, 2oz. butter, 2oz. sugar, 1. egg, Jib. peanuts. ' . : Beat the butter. and sugar to a cream, add beaten egg, and then sifted dry

Little Things. ? I have loved the joy of little, homely things—• The gift of sweet companionship; deep fires; A kettle on the hob; rain on the roof; And a small one’s chattering that never tires. I have found delight in little, homely things— The making of fresh sponges, soft and light; The sweeping of a carpet; shining silver, Or polishing of brass, all glowing bright. Dear God, I pray that down the years These little homely things will be The lovely, lasting joys of life That make each day a. jewel for me.

If you are losing faith in. the world, or in yourself, find a copy of “White Banners,” and then see just how long it is before you find that you too have acquired the habit of running up “white banners of courage” over your own struggles and victories. You will not soon, or easily, forget this book.

ingredients, lastly the nuts. Place on a cold greased tray, and bake in a moderate oven for 20 minutes. * * * KISSES. 2 tablespoons butter, J cup cornflour, J cup flour, 2 eggs, 1 heaped teaspoon baking powder, I. cup sugar, vanilla essence. . Cream the butter and sugar, add eggs well beaten, then dry ingredients. Place in teaspoonfuls on a greased tin, and bake a light brown. . When cooked put two halves together with raspberry jam.

PIKELETS 2 cups flour, 2 eggs, 3 tablespoons sugar, 1 cup milk, 3 heaped teaspoons baking powder. Beat eggs and sugar, add the milk, and lastly the dry ingredients. Drop in teaspoonfuls on hot greased girdle, turn when bubbles break on top, and then pile in tea-towel to keep moist. « ❖ * LEMON PUFF Stir a little more than J cup flour with i cup of milk until smooth. Thoroughly beat four egg-yolks, add slowly i cup sugar and the juice of one large lemon, mix the eggs with the paste, and beat well. Have ready the stiffly

That Dry Bread What do you do with your bread when it goes stale on you? So often this happens, especially in these warmer days when bread is not so popular on the menu as the cooler foods of summer. Send your best recipe for using stale bread to the “Mixing Bowl.” A cash prize of 2/6 will be awarded for the best recipe received by 15th March, 1941.

beaten egg-whites, stir them into the mixture lightly, and pour at once into a warm buttered dish. Dredge lightly with castor sugar, and bake 15 minutes in a hot oven. Serve immediately. #' * * APPLE FRITTERS. 4oz. flour, 1 teaspoon baking powder, 1 egg, little butter, milk, apples. Add milk to the sifted flour to make into a stiff paste. Add beaten egg and a little more milk to make it smooth. Beat thoroughly for 10 minutes. Wash, peel and core the apples, and cut into rings about J inch thick. Melt butter, and add to batter, beat in baking powder. Drop the apples into batter slice by slice. Lift out a ring at a time, and drop into a saucepan half full of boiling fat. When a golden brown lift out on to crumpled paper to drain. Serve hot, with icing sugar sprinkled over them. .* ¥ * CASHMERE CHUTNEY 31b. ripe peaches, IJlb. brown sugar, 11b. dates, lib. raisins, Jib. preserved ginger, joz. garlic, 2oz. salt, 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper. • Bring the peaches and garlic to the boil in enough vinegar to cover, then add other ingredients, and boil half an hour. This is an Indian chutney.

CANARY PUDDING. 1 egg, 4oz, flour, 3oz. sugar, 2oz. butter, 1 teaspoon baking powder. Cream the butter and sugar, add beaten eggs. Add flour and baking powder, and moisten with milk. Steam in greased basin, or bake in the oven. Serve with golden syrup. V « * CLEVER MARY. 1 cake sandsoap, 2 packets flaked soap, 1 teaspoon caustic soda, 6 cups boiling water. Crunch the sandsoap up finely, and dissolve all ingredients together. Stir well until it thickens — takes some time. * * * HIDDEN BANANAS Make a Yorkshire pudding batter of lib. flour, 1 cup milk, and 1 or 2 eggs. Heat 2oz. fat in a pie dish or baking dish. Split 2 bananas into quarters, roll them in sugar. Pour the batter into the hot fat, slip the bananas into the batter, and bake for 30 minutes in a hot oven. Serve with castor sugar, and lemon quarters. * * * ONE-EGG CAKE. lib. flour, lib. butter, jib. sugar, 11b. mixed fruit, level teaspoon soda, 2 teaspoons vinegar, 1 egg, 1 cup milk. Cream the butter and sugar, add egg, beat well, add vinegar, then the milk

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with soda dissolved in it, flour, and fruit. Bake two hours. * * * FRUIT SPONGE. 2oz. sugar, 2oz. butter, 2oz. flour, 1 egg, little milk, | teaspoon baking powder, pinch of salt, stewed fruit, well drained. Cream the butter and sugar, add sifted flour and baking powder, and salt alternately with beaten egg and milk (if needed). Put drained fruit in the bottom of a buttered pie dish, and pour sponge over. Bake in a moderate to slow oven for 40 minutes. * * * BACON AND EGG PIE. Jib. butter, 1 cup flour, salt, little lemon juice. Line the dish with pastry, spread with bacon, and break in one egg for each person, add chopped parsley and lemon juice, and cover with pastry. V * * LEMON CHEESE. Juice and grated rind of 1 lemon, 1 egg, 3oz. butter, 6oz. sugar. Put butter, sugar, and lemon juice into a saucepan and stir until sugar melts, add egg, stir until thickens, but do not boil. Add rind of lemon, and then bottle.