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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT. APRIL 4, 1957 Crashed Frontier With Bottle of Pop "One can't live in the domain of miracles all the time," writes Richard Pape in retrospect after his fantastic and incredible journey by car from 600 miles above the Arctic Circle to the southern tip of Africa, 17,500 miles away. Determination in times of adversity is a useful travelling companion and, after reading Pape's lively and vigorous "Cape Cold To Cape Hot," the readers will know that the author has this quality. A burst tire, with the speedometer needle hovering at seventy miles per hour nearly closed the adventure before it was under way. It happened eighty kilometres above Narvik, northern Norway; a violent lurch, and the car ground its screeching way diagonally across the narrow road on the metal wheel rim, completely out of control. Plunging over an abyss, it hurtled into a patch of fir trees. The trees reacted like a springboard and flung the vehicle upwards in a terrifying, sickening somersault and it landed right way up on a massive pile of Arctic rocks. Although the car was a complete write-off, and the driver badly bruised, his indomitable spirit took him to Oslo, where he ordered new car in which to carry on. Quick thinking saved the day some time later when, en route to Algiers, the car was halted at the fortified Spanish-Moroccan frontier post of Arabaoua. International papers and passports Of Pape and his companion were subjected to minute examination, Officialdom even using a magnifying glass. Without special entry permits, and evidence that a security of 50,000 francs had previously been deposited, it seemed that a return journey to Tangier was inevitable. The author bluffed as h-' had never bluffed before. Eventually, the fierce-looking guard who was cross-questioning them appeared to relent a little. Instead of ordering Pape to return, he commanded two guards to make a thorough search of the car. And now another predicament confronted the author. Hidden in the upholstery was his pistol and clips of ammunition. Their discovery had to be avoided at all costs. While the search was going on, Richard Pape nipped the top off a bottle of "pop," gave the bottle a good shaking to build up a good head of fizz, and slipped a finger over the top of the bottle to maintain the pressure. At the precise momen when a searcher started to probe the upholstery, Pape released the pent-up con- tents of the bottle and it shot in a stream over the head and neck of the guard. The man swore and straightened up. He was promptly offered a fresh bottle to drink. "Whew!" he gasped. "Thanks." Probing into the upholstery was forgotten. Further questions in the office, and then Pape heard the welcome news . . . Proceed! Later, defying authority alone, the author drove into the blistering heat, sandstorms and loneliness of the Sahara. Entry during August was strictly forbidden. No gas dumps, radio or rescue services were available at this time of the year. But the overpowering urge to keep going was too strong. Suffering terrible hardships, and recurring bouts of illness, he grimly drove on, and on. . . . Then disaster. The car hit some hidden rocks, badly damaging the suspension. Assistance was urgently needed and the author decided on the only course open to him. He set off on foot to find it. One hour's journey from the car, with the searing, blinding sun relentlessly pouring down, Pape floundered and fe.'l. Staggering and falling, he groped his way through the shimmering sand, blinded and rapidly approaching exhaustion. With the terrible realization that he was lost, Pape collapsed in the sand. And there he was found by three Shaamba Arabs, a few hours from death, suffering from exhaustion, thirst and exposure. He relates that he was only found because the sun glinted on a mirror which he had stuck on the top of a dune. The intrepid adventurer ultimately recovered and continued -- to beat the Sahara in its worst mood during the forbidden season. At Kano, in Nigeria, the author witnessed the extraordinary method adopted by_ natives to obtain python skins,' Discovering the lair of one of these reptiles, the hunter attracted the python's attention by pushing one of his legs in its lair and allowing the snake to swallow it almost up to the groin. The head of the reptile was then speedily severed from its body and the leg withdrawn. The snake skin was later sold, and the hunter's reward for this daredevil feat was approximately two shillings for the skin. "I know that you all wish I was dead so that you could stamp on my grave," snarled a foreman at his men. There was a moment's silence as they glared at him. "Not me," mumbled someone at the back. "I hate having to stand in queues." DID YOU EVER SEE A ZONKEY? - The zonkey population of the United States was doubled recently when the second such animal was born recently at Riverside, Calif. Pidured with the hybrid is its owner, Mrs. Vhelma Chandler. The zonkey's father is a zebra and its mother a don&y. CROSSWORD PUZZLE 22. White metal 9. ChiSf l° 1 l-'i'.tl ■ 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 12 13 ... 14 15 iff 1G 11 IS 20 21 '". 23 >4 26 n > 28 29 m 32 mi ■ 34 35 38 m 40 44 45 46 47 43 49 50 WHERE PAST AND PRESENT MEET _ Centuries ago this same bucolic scene might have met the eyes. This farmer, tilling a field near Rome, uses a primitive wooden plow pulled by a pair of massive oxen. The animals are at work in a field crossed by one of the great engineering works of ancient Rome-- an aqueduct, the arches of which stretch away in the background. THE FARM FRONT jofm12u£sell. Answer elsewhere on this page. A phase of cow trading that can't be explained easily to modern folks with built-in scruples is that sticking somebody was not exactly wicked or underhanded. In present-day society so many opportunities for diversion and entertainment are prevalent that nobody needs the amusements of caveat emptor. A good cow trade, in which a substantial citizen took an honest swindling, would provide a community something to talk about for weeks--at least until the next one. There was a running enjoyment of this kind of bartering which surfeited society no longer needs, pity 'tis. Perhaps I can embellish the didacticism by anecdotal recitation: We had a cow jockey around these parts who was also deputy sheriff. The constabulary today is dignified so sensitivities recoil at this combination, but Tim Osgood kept his departments separate/and properly unrelated. If he was serving a writ and saw a likely animal, he would always come back another time. We also had a barber, and it is important to point out that barber shop then and barber shops now are not the same. Nuke Watson, the barber, was one of the world's greatest authorities. -Getting a haircut was as good as a scholastic degree, and if a good argument developed it took almost as long. It is important to remember that Saturday was shave day. Nobody dared to go into a barber shop on Saturday for a haircut -- it took too long and everybody had to be shaved for Sunday. So this Nuke had a Jersey heifer he traded off .to Tim, and Tim got a royal sticking. It was a delicately manoeuvred transaction, and Nuke didn't actually lie. He was frugal with the truth, and avoided direct contact with it. He resorted to tangential evasions, astutely wrought. He diverted direct replies by peripheral remarks. In short, he didn't say the heifer was good, but said she was no good in such terms that an unguarded listener presumed otherwise. This is the way cows were traded. Tim kept the heifer a week and sold her to a butcher, and bided his time. Biding your time was accepted procedure. Everything comes to him who waits. Now in those days handcuffs Were not too common. Tim had some shackles, or manacles, hanging on a peg in his stable, but had never been known to use them. They had been made by some blacksmith, and had a key the size of a can opener, and dated from away back. There, T. think you now have the fundamental information which goes with this yarn. So one Saturday afternoon, along towards supper time, Tim arrived for a shave. During his wait he brought out a pair of modern handcuffs which had just arrived from a supply house, and he dangled them until conversation turned as he thought it would. Nuke finally stepped back from his chair to get a better look, expressed interest, and it was only a moment until he was in the things and immobile. He agreed that the device was handy, swift, and a great improvement, after which he held them out to be unlocked. Tim, of course, stood up and reached in his pocket for the key, and was astonished to find that he had left it at home in his other pants, right on the foot of the bed, three miles up the river road. "How could I ever have done anything so stupid," he stated so all could clearly hear him, and he promised to rush right home - 1 get it. Tim did rush out of the shop, and turned in the right direction, but what he really did was scout about the village and urge everybody to hurry over to Nuke's for a shave. People had a sense for impending excitement in those times, and hardly anybody paused to reflect if he really did need a shave. In they came until they were standing 10 deep around Nuke's chair and treading on the feet of those who were sitting. Nuke was full of woe. Here was the biggest business he'd ever had, and he couldn't even strop. In due time most of the crowd wandered off, acting as if they thought things had come to a pretty pass, and afterwards Tim showed up with the key all out of breath. He said his horse had developed a loose shoe and he had to walk her all the way. He exuded profuse apology as he unlocked the handcuffs. He said he didn't remember ever feeling such an idiot before, unless maybe it was the time he was tricked into taking that Jersey heifer. --By John Gould in "The Christian Science Monitor." "My They were discussing dance the night before, dear," said one, "the boys crazy over me! I didn't sit out once. As a matter of fact, I could hardly get my shoes on when I was dressing this morning." Her friend smiled sweetly. "Are your feet swollen as well, then?" she asked. Sweetheart's Hug Fractured Ribs So delighted was a young and attractive sportswoman to see her boy friend again on his return from a lengthy business trip | abroad that she hugged him fer- ' vently on the platform as he stepped off his train. He was very happy to see her, too. But he was a slightly-built man and the tremendous squeeze given him by his athletic sweetheart made him wince. Then he collapsed. At the hospital a doctor diagnosed two broken ribs! Luckily the young man was insured against accidents. He claimed and an insurance company compensated him for his strange accident. The couple, both Americans, were recently married; two nurses from the hospital acting as bridesmaids. When it's a question of extraordinary accidents, truth is certainly stranger than fiction. Italian tenor Remolo de Spir-ito was singing one of the principal arias in the opera "Martha" at an open-air theatre in Memphis, Tennessee, when suddenly he choked and gurgled as his high note went into a tail-spin. What had happened? A butterfly had flown into his wide-open mouth. A Chicago man was once land-(ed in hospital by -- a fish. ■ Theodore Olechno was trying to drag a thirty-eight pound pike to the shore of Red Cedar River, in Wisconsin, when he was jerked off his feet and broke his left leg on a log. Everything went black some months ago in a street in Trenton, Ontario, when a tar-spraying machine on a truck was accidentally jolted into action. Th driver did not realize the machine had started spraying, and in its wake it left motorists with tar-painted cars and a police constable who looked as though he had come from a coal Upsidedown to Prevent Peeking UC3BQ BBQBEBEE HBHQ HOnnOEHId BQDH BEBBBBBB HBGIBB BEE QBE □□BEE BBDB BBB BuQ □□□□□ □BBBHB BEEBHE □□□□□ BUB BBB UDBE BEDDB □DE EBBBE E3E2QBBQQB BBE3B EEBHBEUD BHBB Memory Selection: O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt. Mattew 26:39. In the last night before the crucifixion, of the twelve men whom Jesus had chosen to be with during ministry, one betrayed him to his enemies with a kiss; three went to sleep three times after being asked to watch with him in his hardest hour before the cross; and one of these three after arrogantly boasting of his superior courage denied his Lord a few hours later with cursing. How weak we mortals are! The words of Jesus are applicable today. "The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. The tragic end of Judas illustrates that the wages of sin is death. The repentance and restoration of Peter show the mercy and power of God. Jesus did not enjoy suffering any more than you or I. The shrinking -of the flesh is clear from his first prayer in the garden appearing as our memory selection. But there was no rebellion. His next prayer showi that He is gaining strength to face the cross: "O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done." By prayer we, too, can find strength to endure suffering. No one fully comprehends the problem of suffering. Of course, Jesus suffered for us; but for whom do we suffer? Our suffering is not vicarious as was His. Yet the cheerful sufferer may contribute more to the welfare of society than we realize. A. R. Wallace writing i n Arnold'* Commentary says, "I like to think of suffering as being prismatic. Just as the ray of light passing through the prism is broken up into all the enchanting colors of the rainbow; so suffering can be the prism that brings out and develops in us the beautiful graces of patience, sympathy, humility, faith, anfl trust in the Lord." In suffering wo get a better view of life's values. RIDING HIGH - a "cherry pick< control system of the "Corporal" rocket. An erector (center) stands the rocket c - Two students get a big lift i " a huge boom which provides c WHERE 'OINKI' MEANS 'OOPS'-On the Ohio Turnpike, near North Olmsted, Ohio, fortunately handy snow fence made an emergency sty, complete with natural mud bath down the middle, for some 300 pigs spilled from a wrecked truck. The truck was from Iowa, headed for New Jersey, when the driver fell asleep at the wheel about midnight. Police and motorists hunted two hours in the dark to round up all the porkers. One vas killed when the truck tipped over, another when struck by a car.