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THI COLBORNf IX PRESS, COLBORNf, ONT. A WO. 8 TABLE TALKS clone Atvdpews. Although ice cream and fruit ices have a history going away back to the days of Alexander the Great and the Emperor Nero, it was only 150 years ago that a woman invented- the hand-cranked freezer with rotary paddles and so stimulated the manufacture of ice cream in large quantities. Today, of course, ice cream may be bought almost anywhere and -- what is more important -- may be made in almost any refrigerator. And here are some fine recipes that you might like to try in yours. BANANA TOASTED 1 COCONUT ICE CREAM 1 cup mashed bananas (2-3 ripe bananas) 2 teaspoons lemon juice '4 cup sugar *A teaspoon salt \'% cup milk 1 cup whipping cream 2 egg whites, stiffly beaten 2 egg yolks, well beaten 1 teaspoon vanilla Vi cup shredded Coconut, toasted Mix together bananas and lemon juice. Add sugar salt, and milk, stirring until well blended. Whip cream until thickened but not stiff. Fold egg whites, yolks, cream, and vanilla into the banana mixture. Turn into freezing tray; set controls at coldest freezing temperature. Freeze until mixture holds its shape, stirring every 30 minutes. Add toasted coconut during final stirring. Freeze until firm. Perhaps you'd like to try a sherbet-like dessert, flavored with marshmallows and orange juice. This recipe serves 6-8. ORANGE LACE 24 marshmallows Vz cup milk 1 teaspoon vanilla \'t pint heavy cream, whipped 1 six-ounce can concentrated orange juice frozen to firm mush Combine marshmallows and milk in saucepan and place over low heat, folding until completely smooth. Cool. Fold marshmallow mixture into whipped cream; add vanilla. Place in freezing tray and freeze until very firm. While still in tray, break up mixture with spoon. Fold in V2 of frozen orange juice to create a marble-ized texture. Pour remaining ©range juice over top. Continue to freeze until very firm. TAFFY ICE CREAM t eggs beaten \'i cup molasses 2 cups light cream 1 teaspoon vanilla Finch salt V2 cup chopped nuts (optional) Combine all ingredients except nuts and mix thoroughly. Pour into refrigerator tray and place in freezing compartment •with temperature set at coldest point. When partially frozen, transfer to bowl and beat until ■mooth. Add nuts. Return to tray and freeze until firm (3-4 hours). Serves 6. PEPPERMINT STICK CANDY ICE CREAM 1 envelope unflavored gelatin *i cup cold milk MERRY MENAGERIE ly* cups scalded milk (not 1 pint cream, whipped \ 2 teaspoon salt 1 cup (14 pound) peppermint stick candy Scald the 1^ cups milk. Soften gelatin in the Vi cup cold milk. Add to scalded milk and stir until thoroughly dissolved. Crush peppermint candy and add to milk mixture; add salt. Stir to dissolve candy; cool. Whip cream and add the milk candy mixture. Freeze, stirring every 30 minutes, until mixture holds its shape. Serves 6. Top this pineapple sherbet with a mixture of crushed pineapple, orange, and grapefruit sections and minced raw apple for a new dessert. PINEAPPLE SHERBET SUPREME 2 cups milk 1 cup sugar V/i cups pine apple juice Combine milk and sugar and freeze to mush. In another tray, freeze pineapple juice. Beat milk-sugar mixture smooth. Add mushy fruit juice. Mix well and return to freezer. Shrimp Boat A'Comin' To Find Sunken Ship An attempt is being made this summer to find the remains of the Santa Maria, flagship of the tiny fleet of Columbus when, in 1492, he discovered the New World. It is believed by an American, Mr. Edwin A. Link, that the wreck of the Santa Maria lies deep beneath the waves on Lemonade Reef, off the north of Haiti. He thinks the wooden hull will have disappeared after the lapse Hero Tried To Keep Name Secret LOVELY DISH - Serving up salad is 18-year-old Donna Schurr, prettiest waitress in Cailfornia. Despite the fact that she was named "Miss California of 1955" she continues to wait on tables at Knott's Berry Farm. Her contest-winning statistics: 36-24-35. of nearly 500 years, but that the great explorer's swords, carmon and the ship's anchors--one of-which is already believed to have been recovered--may be found. They would be priceless historic relics. A London firm is supplying important equipment for the search, it is reported. Mr. Link and his wife are both fully experienced divers. In a converted shrimp boat fitted with 100,000 dollars' worth of electronic equipment, including an echo-sounder, they hope before the autumn to locate what remains of the Santa Maria. Six scientists and two natives from the British Bahamas are accompanying the expedition. Record Price Offered For Royal Fiction When the heirs of Sir William Jenner, the Court physician, went through their family papers recently they found valuable letters from Queen Victoria, the Empress of Germany and other notabilities, which they decided to place in the saleroom. But as soon as our present Queen heard of their intention, she asked if she could see the letters with a view to buying them in. It would never do, royal advisers decided, for auction bids to be offered for the complaints of tummyache and other ailments that Queen Victoria sent to her doctor. . In the Norman Tower at Windsor Castle are' stored thousands of letters, diaries and other documents discreetly bought in over recent years. With royal journals and correspondence, Palace memoranda and even quaint albums of old-fashioned photographs, they form the Royal Archives, the best-guarded collection of family documents -- and family secrets--in the world. Few people realize that nearly every scrap of paper that crosses the Queen's desk is carefully stored for posterity. If the Queen grants an audience or appoints a new bishop, a record of the occasion is carefully filed away by the indefatigable Miss Mary Mackenzie, registrar of the archives. > Bound in strict chronological order are all the personal letters of the Royal Family. In labelled canvas boxes is the official correspondence. But equally important to future historians are everybody family trivialities -- picture postcards that Princess Alexandra of Kent sent to her uncle, George VI, from the seaside; charming water - colours that our present Queen pa'nted in her teens; fashion sketffles drawn by Princess Margaret. Only recently a New York publisher is said to have offered a quarter-million dollars for one of Princess Margaret's short stories. These were stories written for amusement in her early girlhood, all with happy endings for the fairy-tale princess she was to become. A repeated theme was all about a princess who lived in five castles but wanted to settle down to love in a cottage. The fee offered is a world record--representing $300 a word for a royal daydream -- but, needless to say, none of Princess Margaret's short stories is likely to be published in her life- These days she contents herself with crosswords, recently winning Crossword 1266 in the magazine 'Country Life.' Even the correspondence offering her the prize of three guineas' worth of books is to be tucked away in the royal archives. Here, too, is a fairy play youthfully written by our Queen and -- a genuine literary treasure -- -the manuscript in the Queen's hand of the "Account of the' Coronation" which she wrote in 1937 for her own parents: "At 5 o'clock in the morning I was woken up by the band of the Royal Marines - striking up just outside my window. I leapt out of bed . . . and crouched in the window looking on to a cold, misty morning. There were already some people in the C-O-O-O-O-L - No matter how hot the weather, Herman J. Wiedel scarcely ever sweats at Ms Job. Manager of an ice-making plant, Wiedel carves doos, swans, ftth and other *roo*w»o» from ice in his "real cool" studio as centerpiece* for buffet parHe*, stands and all the time people were coming to them in a stream . . . .Every now and then we were hopping out of bed looking at the bands and the soldiers. . . " Filling a ruled exercise book it is a charming document and a remarkable achievement for a child of eleven. Every evening, too, no matter how tired she feels, the Queen unlocks her blue morocco-bound diary and enters up the day's events. With their set of gold keys, her father's own carefully written journals were only recently moved to Windsor. On the shelves the bulky journals of George V, also, fill over twenty-five large volumes. The full run includes a pocket engagement book he kept for three days as a boy of thirteen and a final pathetic entry by Queen Mary: "My dearest husband was much distressed at the bad writing above and begged me to write his diary for him . . ." Then there is the precious manuscript of Queen Victoria's "Journal of our Life in the Highlands" and of the sequel, "More Leaves from the Journals . . ." These two books were published in'her lifetime. When Charles Dickens gave a set of his books to the Queen, she presented him with a set of hers! To-day they provide the starting precedent that our present Queen could write a book at any time she wished and publish it to the world. Taking advantage of the rule, Victoria's grand-daughter, 82-year-old Princess Marie Louise, is now writing her autobiography. The first tape recording made by a tiny Prince Charles; the exquisite guide - book of the route that the Queen kept on her lap when she drove to the Coronation; the Queen's own amateur movie record of her family--these are some of the many treasures stored up for the future in the royal archives. A selection of newspaper photographs is sent to Buckingham Palace each day and, of course, the Windsor hoard also includes a full run of the Court Circular. This terse and dignified chronicle of the movements and engagements of the Royal Family dates back to 1794. Throughout this century it has been published daily and has been called the most exclusive news-sheet in the world. On one occasion, it gave Fleet Street a surprise when it was issued with nothing but a six-word mention of one man. On January 1st, 1937, Court gossips read with surprise the brief "Mr. Arthu Penn has left. Sandringham.' But who was Mr. Arthur Penn --and why should he enjoy a Court Circular all to himself? Worried editors did not know. The great newspaper libraries of press clippings revealed only that Mr. Penn had been summoned for an alleged motoring infringement some five years before--at his own request. And the case had been dismissed. But Mr. Penn proved to be a middle - aged City bill - broker who had never married. He had enjoyed the friendship of the present Queen Mother since before her marriage. When she became Queen, "Arthur" was invited to Sandringham for Christmas--and the Court Circular was devoted to him as a truly royal gesture of friendship. Shy Mr. Penn has never since appeared in print. But one day scholars will find his name and allot him his own small part in history, thanks to the royal archives. SOS . . . SOS . . . SOS . . . Originating from Swatow, a port on the China coast, the agonized appeal was directed to Hong Kong, headquarters of H.M. Royal Naval China Squadron. From the commodore in command there a radio signal flashed. "Captain. H.M. cruiser Carlisle. Steamer Hong Moh reported ashore on Lamock Rocks, 40 miles east Swatow. Wrecked two days ago. Over 1,000 persons aboard. Proceed at once to assistance and report." The captain of the Carlisle was dressing for dinner as the knock sounded on his door. "Signal from Commodore. The captain read it and his mouth tightened. "Acknowledge this to Commodore," he said briefly, and as he spoke pulled off his evening tie. . . . The Carlisle pitched into the storming sea for a night-long run that brought her to the" Lamrock Rocks by dawn. H.M. sloop Foxglove was standing by. From the cruiser's bridge the scene looked desolate enough to warrant every doubt that any man or wom^f. could still remain alive aboard the stricken Hong Moh. Her back w?s broken. Her forepart held jammed in the ugly rocks, the afterpart sagging away and washed with every other wave of the grim grey waters. Yet human beings lived on the wreck in spite of sixty hours' attack by the relentless sea. Their rescue was imperative. But ships' boats could not beat the breakers and none aboard the wreck seemed strong enough to catch and hold a line fired from sloop or cruiser. Over the side of the cruiser were pitched two Carley floats--Naval life-saving rafts-- that swept with the tide towards the wreck. One was caught in a current to be thrown up on the rocks. Then the tense watchers saw, as the Other floated close to the Hong Moh, desperate figures fling themselves on to it. Eight Chinese were hauled to safety. Cheered by their first success, seamen were set to knocking up empty rum casks into makeshift rescue rafts. In turn these were sent afloat. Anxious, eyes watched them -- and groans mingled with oaths as wind and waters caught the casks and carried them far from the castaways. Through the long day Of try and try again the efforts Of the men aboard Carlisle and Foxglove saved seventeen more lives in twos and threes. Then the sloop had to make for port because her coal stocks were almost gone. "Wind's dropping, sir," said an officer -- and the captain Of Carlisle now ordered a motor launch to be made ready. "You'll be in charge of her, Commander Tower. Take a cutter and a Carley float in tow." Masterly seamanship by Commander Tower brought his rescue fleet swinging in under the stern of the Hong Moh and as ropes and hands kept contact, the last Chinese left alive on that part of the wreck were saved. But there were still the luckless survivors clinging to the forepart. The launch could not be manoeuvred near to them. Then all aboard launch and cutter gasped. One man was on his feet -- kicking off his sea boots -- ridding himself of his coat -- knotting a line under his arms. Then he plunged into that storming sea. Instantly the tide-rip tore him to one side. Then as he swam against its pull he vanished from the sight of the watchers. He surfaced again and forged slowly, Itroke by wearying stroke, towards the wrecked bulk on th2 rocks. Twenty times in every minute it seemed he would be sucked down and drowned or smashed against the granite He was too far off now from the launch for any tug On the line to jerk him free from instant peril. All held their breath until when it seemed the foolhardy hero was lost, an arm shot out of the waves, gained a grip on the wrecked forepart of the ship and the swimmer pulled himself up to the smashed deck. He drew in a stouter life-line and one by one sent the final survivors to safety in the security of the motor launch. Checking again that none remained alive aboard the Hong Moh, he leapt off the deck and was himself hauled back to the waiting boat. Dusk was now falling and from the cruiser sprang the white shaft of a searchlight. The last look-round was made. Then peril pounced again. The racing engine Of the launch suddenly seized. Immediately she and all her crew and the rescued were tossed helplessly in the rip and rush of the tides. A wave rushed her sideways until it seemed all would smash against the rearing hull of the wrecked Hong Moh. A loose rope adrift from the wreck had caught in the launch's propeller shaft -- spun tight -- and made the craft as unmanageable as a straw in a wind. And now both rescuers as well as rescued were in even greater danger of drowning than at any moment before. The man who had swum to the wreck now slid once again over the side of the launch into the ice-cold sea and began grappling with twisted strands. The job had to be done under water. Time after time he rose gasping to the surface for a fresh lungful of air -- then down again. Twenty times as the launch crashed against the wreck the man in the depths escaped being crushed as well as drowned Only by a miracle. Yet even his gallafft strength had to fail. Before the shaft was freed he had to be hauled back into the launch. But immediately Able Seaman Albert Whitehead went over to take on the task and as his hands numbed to unfeeling hooks he tore off the final clogging coil. The motor coughed to life as his mates heaved him back to safety. The rescue was complete; 226 of the 1,100 lost souls of the Hong Moh had been saved. Yet the strangest part of the story was still to come. For when the captain's official report was written there was no mention of the name of the heroic swimmer. Admiral Bowden Smith, the Commodore of the China Squadron, sent for the captain of Carlisle and questioned him. Eventually, he added to his report: "The man who swam to the Hong Moh and later helped to free the fouled shaft of the launch was Captain E. R. G. R. Evans." It was his own name he had written! We know him better to-day as Admiral Lord Mountevans, K.C.B., D.S.O., LL.D. -- who had already won, in 1917, fame as "Evans of the Broke" for his daring exploits. Lloyd's of London issue few medals, but for this deed in the China Seas in 1921 they awarded six Silver Medals. And for Captain Evans, the hero who wouldn't name himself, they created their first Gold Medal for saving life at A man who won't lie to a woman has very little consideration lor her feelings. SUGAR COATING - Optimistic park officials at Grand Rapids, hope that the smaller members of the small-fry set will pick up a little learning while at play on this nursery block obstacle fourse in one of the parks. Fashioned of concrete, the huge playthings attract blase youngsters who have tired of the usual slides, exercise bars and swings.