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' i '' THE NEWBERRY SUN. NEWBERRY. S. C. 'C/ce- FICTION Corner GREAT GRAPE GLUE By MARY K. CHEATHAM i Agnes was sa thrilled over her new home that she didn't realize what a menace the grape arbor would prove to her newly-found happiness, until it challenged her to the supreme test. W HEN they bought the house, Agnes hadn’t thought much about the grape arbor. She knew it was there, of course, but it was spring and the tendrills were Just beginning to green out along the Aack walk. Now, it was summer, • nd the vines were heavy with purple clusters. “Boy Isn’t that something?” said Greg, at breakfast. “Our own vine yard. right in our own back yard. And if there’s one thing I like to eat, it’s fresh, homemade grape jelly.” Agnes felt a twinge of misgivings, but, even then, she failed to recog nize the arbor for what it was—a menace to her marriage. “Guess I’ll have to make some,” she answered, with just a shade of doubt. “I’ll go out and pick the grapes right after I get you off to work.” « “Fine.” beamed Greg, swallow ing the last of his coffee. “Mom al- | ways makes it with pure grape juice end sugar. Better call her if you kave any trouble.” "Oh, I’ll manage,” answered Ag nes, smiling with a great show of confidence. “After all, I learned to cook, didn't I?” “Sure did, Hon,” agreed Greg, reaching for his hat. “Got to run along, now. Good luck with the jelly.” They exchanged their usual after breakfast bride-and-groom kiss, and Greg hurried out the front door. When the breakfast dishes were carefully cleared up, Agnes took a dishpan and approached the arbor. It was pleasant there. Working in the sunshine, to the busy humming of bees, she felt the lightness come back into her heart After all, any body could learn to make jelly. Dew lay heavily upon the purple globules, as she placed them, bunch by bunch, in the dishpan. She breathed deep of their winey fragrance, and smiled in her new sense of ownership. “Making jelly?” called her neigh- i bor, across the back fence. “Those | grapes always did make the best jelly!” I “Going to try it,” Agnes called i back. “I’ve never made any before, but I have a good cookbook, and I think t can do it all right.” "It's easy,” said the neighbor. "I never bother with a cookbook, my self.” T Agnes took her grapes into the kitchen and began washing and sort ing them at the sink. When they were ready, she put them into a saucepan and crushed them slightly, as it said in the cookbook. She added a small amount of water and brought them to a slow boil, letting them cook gently until the juice had run out. Straining the juice through a cloth was a messy business, but easy enough, as she remembered having seen her mother do it at home. “I wonder,” she thought, "why I didn’t pay more attention to jelly making?” She brought out the little glasses and sterilized them until they were crystal bright. In the grip of a quiv ering excitement, she measured the juice and sugar. Now came the frightening part. Tensely, she propped the cookbook within view, while bringing the juice to a vigor ous boil. She added the sugar and stirred carefully until it had dis solved. She studied the jelly test pictures until her eyes ached. One picture showed the jelly dripping from the spoon in two drops, the other, two drops running together and leaving the spoon in one flake. The important thing was to know just when this took place. n Back and forth, Agnes gazed, from picture to spoon, from spoon to pic ture, until both seemed to blend into one. At this point, she thought the mixture had neared the jellying stage, but her eyes ached so from their intentness, she was no longer certain whether two drops had really run off the spoon, or she had just imagined it. Better cook it a little longer, she thought, to be sure. Slightly after the time specified, she poured the jelly into the hot glasses. Not until then did she relax. Her nerves, she realized, had been pounding like trip hammers. As she tidied the kitchen, Agnes gazed with pride at the glasses on the utility cabinet Her first jelly! It looked a trifle dark, but then liked to twit her about her conver sations with the girls. “Why don’t you use commercial pectin?” asked Lucille, when Agnes had confided her failure. “Then you can use the shcfrt-boil method, and it’s practically fool-proof.” "Because Greg’s Mom doesn’t” Agnes answered crossly. "It’s got to be the long-boil method or noth ing.” “Fiddlesticks,” concluded Lucille. “Buy the pectin, and come to the card club tomorrow afternoon.” But Agnes shook her head stub bornly. “No old grape jelly,” she said, “is going to stand in the way of my wedded bliss." She went at it again the next morning with great determination. This time, she was careful not to overcook the boiling mass. Jubi lantly, she poured it into the glasses. “There,” she thought, setting it to “Greg!” she cried. “See If your folks would like to come over to dinner. We’ll have crispy little biscuits, and—” grapes were dark, naturally. She had a good dinner waiting for Greg when he came from work. “I thought we might try a little for dessert,” she suggested, bring ing out one of the glasses. “That’s right,” Greg recalled hap pily. “Grape jelly!” He plunged a spoon enthusiastically into the glass. He pulled — hard. “Great grape glue!” he cried,^"what have we here?” Afnes stared, astonished, at the gooey blob on the spoon. Fine, sticky threads trailed behind it from the glass, like fronds of cotton candy. She blinked back the tears, just in time, and changed her ex clamation to a laugh. If only she had thought to try it first! “Perhaps,” she suggested, "we could spread it on paper to catch flies.” O NE of the tears spilled over the edge of her laugh,' and Greg caught her to him. “Never mind,” he soothed. “It tastes good, any how.” He kissed her, and they both nibbled at the spoon, like two chil dren sharing a lollypop. “When you try it tomorrow,” he mistakenly continued, “Mom can tell you what you did wrong.” Agnes pulled stiffly away, and be gan stacking dishes. She shoved the jelly glasses viciously out of sight, and went around the rest of the eve ning feeling vaguely irritated at Greg. Ensconsed behind the eve ning paper, he appeared not to no tice. He even failed to notice when Lucille called, though he usually cool. "Just let my fine Gregory find fault with that!” She put on her frilliest apron, and smiled at Greg over the dinnertable. This time, when he plunged his spoon into the glass, he did not have to pull. The jelly trickled off the spoon in a ruby stream. Greg grinned, uncertainly. “Won derful stuff for pancakes," he said. With great restraint, Agnes checked the most amazing desire to throw something. After all, it wasn’t Greg’s fault he had a stupid wife! She sighed, wearily, but that eve ning, too, had a defensive overcast. Unmollified, she accepted the unex pressed apology in Greg’s goodnight kiss. “Honey,” he said, “you know I don’t care a hoot about those old grapes.” The following day was hot, but Agnes doubled her hours at the kitchen stove. The warmer she be came, the greater grew her resent ment. “Why,” she asked herself, “did we ever have to buy a house with an old grape arbor!” Batch after batch she cooked, alternating between syrup and gum. Somehow, she just couldn't get it right. Grimly, she poured the last sticky mess into the glasses. Not waiting to clear the kitchen, she marched upstairs and threw herself across the bed. “Only a silly bride,” she said, “would cry over not being able to make jelly.” Buf the tears soaked into the pillow all the same and, discouraged and exhausted, she fell asleep. She awoke with a start at Greg’s touch on her shoulder. Late after noon shadows lay across the floor. She jumped up, guiltily, but Greg pushed her gently back against the pillows. “I’m home early,” he said. “Re lax, poor kid. You’re all tired out.” “I knew you could do it,” he add ed, and Agnes became aware, for the first time, that he had something in his hand. He was taking huge bites from a piece of bread and but ter and—yes, something else, gleam ing in jeweled beauty upon the yel low surface. “That last batch,” mumbled Greg, with his mouth full, “has jelled.” Agnes leaped out of bed, her face ablaze with excitement. “Greg!” she cried. “See if your folks would like to come over to din ner. We’ll have crispy little bis cuits, and—” she reached out and touched the quivering rubies with a reverent finger, “Great Grape Gluel” she breathed, rapturously, “Jelly!” Clay Poem Translation A poem inscribed on clay tablets about 1750 B. C., which tells in lofty language of a political “congress” held about 5,000 years ago in Erech, a city in ancient Sumer, has been translated by Dr. Samuel Noah Kramer, Clark research professor of Assyriology and curator of the tablet collection of the University of Pennsylvania museum. The as sembly, according to Dr. Kramer’s translation of the inscriptions found on six tablets and fragments, con vened while the hero Gilgamesh was king of Erech to make a deci sion on an issue of war or peace. Sumer corresponds roughly to the southern half of modern Iraq. Hobo King Cautions Youths That Freights Are Too Tough Nov/ CHICAGO.—Jeff Davis, 66-year- old international king of the hobos, advised youngsters to "stay tied to your mother’s apron strings.” “It don’t do any good to try and flip a freight today, anyway," he said. “They’ve made these new trains doggone near impossible to ride.” Davis said his organization, the International Knights of the Road, has spent most of its efforts lately in trying to keep youngsters off the road. “Whenever I talk to a bunch of kfds, I tell them to stay at home,” he said. “I tell them to stay tied to their mothers’ apron strings. You know, once those strings get broke, all the thread in the world ain’t going to sew them together again. “On my last trip I hit clean out to the coast and then hit back to Washington where we got a lobby. I asked the big guys at Washington which they thought was cheaper— to spend a little money to show kids this country or to have them hit the road on their own and maybe end up in jail.” He said he thought the kids ought tc be sent as guests of the nation to see the sights of the nation, then they would be more likely to stay at home afterward. “It’s not encouraging to hit the road today,” he sighed. "You can’t ride the trains like you used to. I’ve traveled around the world six times and gone more than three mil lion miles. Of all that traveling I- only paid for about 100,000 miles. “I’ve flipped a lot of trains in my day,” he said, “but you can’t do it on *hese modem trains.” Prankster’s ‘For Sale’ Sign Gets Good Results VALPARAISO, IND. — Some body played a joke on Wilbur White while he was out of town. It started the telephone at the Valparaiso First National bank ringing about every five minutes. The bank president, Paul Nuppnau, said some one posted a “for sale” sign on the White home. The sign placed the sale price at the rather low figure of $6,500 and said details could be obtained by dialing a certain number. The number was that of the bank. The telephone rang every five minutes for several days, Nuppnau said. Finally, he said he went out to the house to erase the telephone number and then sat back pa tiently for White’s return. The sign went down when the home owner saw it. New Yorkers Boo as Hitler’s Car Is Unloaded at Pier NEW YORK.—A chorus of hisses and boos greeted a special automo bile, built on specifications ordered by Adolph Hitler, as it was swung to the pier from the hold of the liner Stockholm. The black, 9,500-pound touring car, capable of speeds up to 135 miles an hour, is owned by Christo pher G. Janus of Chicago, manag ing director of Eximport Associates, incorporated. He says it “looks as big as a house.” Designed by Hitler and manufac tured by Mercedes-Benz, the car was given by Hitler to Field Mar shal Mannerheim of Finland. Short ly after the Russians entered Fin land it was sent to Stockholm. There Janus bought it in a barter deal. The machine has adjustable armor-plate and bullet-proof glass. Janus, at the pier to receive the car, said he would drive it to Chi cago. “I don't know what I am going to do with it,” he said. “I have been trying for 18 months to get a car in the United States; it took just 30 days to buy Hitler’s." Janus declined to name the dollar value of the ball bearings for which the car was exchanged. Railroaders’ English Stumps Professors but Not Brakemen SPRINGFIELD, ILL. — The car toad told the head shack and the hog head that something was wrong on the crummy so that Annie was delayed a few hours. Confused? You well might be— unless you’re a railroader. These are just a few of the slang phrases used by railroad men. The sentence means: Th^ car inspector told the brakeman and the engineer that something was wrong on the caboose so the Ann Rutledge train was delayed a few hours. Although most of the train nick names have been replaced by num bers, railroadmen still refer to the “Annie” and the “Abe” instead of the Ann Ru' ledge and Abraham Lincoln trains running between Springfield and St. Louis and the “Doodlebug” traveling between Springfield and Beardstown. Other railroad lingo terms are: the yardmaster, a “dinger”; the switchmen, "snake” or "stingers,” depending on their union affiliate; an engine not equipped with an automatic stoker, “armstrong”; an engine and caboose only, “caboose bounce,” and an attentive telegraph operator, “dispatcher’s delight.” International Umiorm r . . r .. Sunday School Lewons ....... By PB. KENNETH J. fOREWUt SCRIPTURE: Isaiah S:l-7; Matthew 13:31-33. 44-46: Luke 10:25-37; 15:3-32. DEVOTIONAL READING: Matthew 13:10-16. 51-52. God's Story-Teller Lesson for November 38, 1948 «4 , TpRUTH in a^tale,” it is said. -A. Dr. Foreman will enter in at lowly doors.’ 1 The greatest truth of the entire Bible does not come to us in the shape of an essay but of a story—the story of Jesus. “The gospel did not appear on the editorial page but on the news pages.” Many people can understand essays; millions more can understand a story. Jesus himself, when he gave the world his message, used stories to do it. We are told that he never made a talk to the people without using a parable. The parables of the Bible are simple stories, often no more than a sentence long. They are all alike in this: Whatever the story may be, there is more in it than meets the eye. Parables were not a form of entertainment; they were a way of teaching. • • • No Cause Is Lost S OMETIMES the teller of a para ble would explain what he meant, as Isaiah does with his little song of the vineyard. Sometimes, and most often in Jesus' case, the meaning i? so plain that only a very stupid person could miss it. Matthew arranges several of Jesus’ parables in pairs; one of these is the twin story of the mus tard seed and the yeast in the meal (Matt. 13:31-33). Both mean the same thing, and both are so obvious that Jesus did hot think it neces sary to explain them. The Kingdom of Heaven—the ideal world, the world as God intends it to be—is a living thing, a growing thing, some thing at first small, almost in visible. But it will grow; yon cannot stop it. So the ideal world, the Kingdom of Heaven, (Jesus hints) is not an artificial thing, it cannot be con structed by blueprints. It has to follow the course of living things. It does not come all of a sudden, it grows very quietly. You might not see the seed in the grouiid, but the farmer knows it is there. • • « Pearl of Great Price S OMETIMES two or three of Jesus’ parables are like a mu sical theme with variations. The twin stories of the pearl worth more than the jeweler’s whdle collection, and of the treasure hidden in the field, afe very much alike, yet just a little different in meaning. Both tell us that the Kingdom of God is more valuable than any thing else on earth; indeed, it in cludes everything else of value. But the stories are different. One tells of a man who was looking for something, the other tells of a man who was surprised by finding some thing. Once a Chinese gentleman be came dissatisfied with his in herited Confucianism, and set out to find a better religion. For years he shopped around, never finding what he needed. He left Christianity to the last, for in his section of China only coolies and peasants were Chris tians. But when he began to make friends with some real Christians, he was overjoyed. This was what he had been looking for. This was the pearl of. great price. On the other hand, a drunken sailor, certainly not looking for re ligion, wandered one night into a Salvation Army meeting. They 'could do nothing with him, but be fore they dragged him off to the lodging-house one of them slipped a bit of paper into his pocket. The next morning, cold sober, wonder ing where he was. he put his hand into that pocket and pulled the paper out. On it were pencilled three words: God loves you. It hit him right between the eyes; and he became a Christian. That was the "treasure hid in the field." * • • How Far Will Love Go? J ESUS’ contemporaries told para bles too, but they have all been forgotten. Jesus' parables are in comparable, unforgettable, im mortal. If Jesus had been known for nothing else, he would have been remembered for the four stories of the Good Samaritan, the Lost Sheep, the Lost Coin, the Lost Son. These all have much the same point. “Lost” does not mean hopelessly doomed. How many persons we give up as hope less! But God never gives up any one. A “lost” person is one whom God is seeking. {Copyright by tbt International Council ot Religious Education om bebalt oi 40 Protestant denominations. Released hy WNU Features.) SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS cjCoveHy tat timer jor 'l^jatrond Dwo Piece 3roclr 3s IJoutlifJ Daytime Frock T'HIS graceful daytime frock is designed to slim and trim the slightly heavier figure. Short or bracelet length sleeves are pro vided, finished with a softly tied bow at the neckline. Pattern No. 1787 comes In sizes 34, 36, 38. 40. 42. 44. 46 and 48. Size 36. short sleeve. 4!« yards ol 39-inch. Development of Bicycles Traced to 1816 'Celeripede' Joseph B. Niepce, French physi cist best known as one of the in ventors of photography, was active in other fields as well. In 1816 he in vented the "celeripede,” or “hobby horse”—two wheels and a crossbar upon which the rider sat while he propelled himself with his feet against the ground. It was the fore runner of the modem bicycle. There were a few minor improve ments during the next two or three years. But the price was high and the machine was not within the reach of ordinary folk; thus it be came known as the “dandy horse." It even reached America, but the natural crudities of the device finally ended the craze. The idea of propelling oneself on wheels, however, had taken root. The velocipede, or "boneshaker," wa> the first crank-driven bicycle, developed in 1865. It was well named. With heavy wooden wheels, thick iron tires and a massive iron backbone, these machines were ex tremely heavy and they vibrated in a terrifying manner over the rough roads. Then came the tall “ordinary,” with front wheels sometimes over five feet in height. But it was not until 1876—a little over 70 years ago—when H. J. Lawson invented the first rear-driven bicycle. Then followed many patented improve ments and in 1877 CoL Albert A Pope of Boston organized the Pope Manufacturing company, launching the bicycle-making industry in the United States. Pneumatic rubber tires followed in 1889. Free wheels, which enabled the bicycle to coast, were introduced in 1894. By the turn of the century the tandem, or "bicycle built for two,” had become exceedingly pop ular. The bicycle industry, spurred by invention, zoomed to new heights. Today it is estimated that more than 60,900,000 bicycles are in use throughout the world, 12,000,000 of them in the United States. 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