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White Ribbon, Volume 32, Issue 379, 18 February 1927, Page 12

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" Standing with reluctant feet <£, Where the brwk and river meet, V Womanhood and childhood sweet."

My Dear Y.P’s. — This is very thirsty weather, is it not? And the burning (really hot) question is “What shall we drink.” Our Editor has a great grudge against the weather clerk, or perhaps that functionary has a grudge against our Wellington District Executive; for at the Masterton meeting in September, he treated us to a snow storm, and last week at the Low r er Hntt we had a heat-wave. And really. I think the snow-storm was preferable, especially if one w r anted to work. Heat wave's may be alright for people who indulge in siestas, but for practical, hard-working White Ribboners. give me the snow. Hut to return to our “muttons,” otherwise our drinks. Some time ago an English tourist at Rotorua met a staunch Prohibitionist and asked in bewilderment: "Well, what do you drink.” 1 wonder what our Y.P’s. have been quenching their thirsts with, during these steamy days. Wine? no. certainly not. Much better drink the fruit juices pure, not rotted to allow alcohol to be formed. Do you know how delicious fruit juices can be? Much better even than tea or coffee. You can make them at home w r hen the fruit is in season, or can purchase at any Health Food Depot. During a recent illness with a very hign temperature. w r e found pure grape jul"e with a lump of ice in it, a nectar fit for the gods. It'd easily done. Itoil up apples or fruit just as you would for jelly, then strain the juice, add honey or sugar. honey is best, and let it cool. This is for immediate use. It is a little more trouble to make it to keep. Strain the juice of a lemon into a pint jug. and spoonful of honey and fill up with boiling water. Let it cool. This always stands on the Editorial desk during a heat-wave.

“ The Flower of Youth never looks so lovely as when it bends before the Sun of Righteousness .”

Take a handful of raisins at night, put them in a jar and strain over them the juice of a lemon. Let it stand all night; then in the morning you have a very pleasant drink on waking, and if. like John Gilpin’s spouse, you have a frugal mind, the soaked raisins make a delirious breakfast. I’m sure you’re wondering why 1 don’t mention the best drink of all, pure water. Well, to be quite candid, my dear Y’s., we’ve got no “nice” water in Koxton. Our tanks alas! are empty and our borough supply is “pun l ” but “nasty.” It is so impregnated with lime that you can’t get a decent bath unless you add ammonia or some bath salts. It’s like medicine with iron and lime, yood for us, but we don’t like it. Well, I’m thirsty, must be off to get not a “spot,” but a whole ocean.