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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COl BORNE, ONT. MARCH 29, 1956 I TABLE TALKS cicmc Anctaews. When storing cheese at home, keep it in the refrigerator. Cover cut surfaces tightly with waxed paper or foil, or store in a covered dish. Cook cheese dishes at medium to low temperature. Cooked too quickly, cheese gets tough and stringy. If you are in a hurry, break, grate, slice, or shave the cheese before beginning your cooking. Here is a main-course cheese dish, that may be served either with or without a tomato sauce. CORN CHIPS ZIPPY CHEESE l'/S cups milk 2 eggs, slightly beaten Vi teaspoon dry mustard 1V> teaspoons salt li teaspoon cayenne 1 .cup chopped onion 2 cups grated Canadian Cheese 1 cup crushed corn chips (measure after crushing! Heat milk and add to slightly beaten eggs and seasonings. Mix onions, cheese and corn chips and pour into greased baking dish. Pour milk-egg mixture this. Bake at 325 degrees F. for 20 minutes. If you'd like a meat substitute that looks like a pie and is served like one, try this olive-cheese pie. OLIVE-CHEESE PIE 34 cup ripe olives 3 eggs, lightly beaten 2 cups milk 1 teaspoon salt ?i teaspoon Worcestershire sauce Dash each, black pepper and cayenne 1 tablespoon grated onion 2 cups grated cheese (packed) MONUMENTAL - This leather golf bag, fashioned in the shape of the Washington Monument, was recently sent to President Eisenhower by Mr. and Mrs. Pies R. Swan. On it are tooled pictures of the Capitol, Lincoln Memorial, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and the White House, names of all the presidents and members of the current Cabinet. Some 200 hours of work went into its execution. Cut olives, from pits into large pieces. Blend milk, seasonings and onion into slightly beaten eggs. Stir in olives and cheese. Pour into pastry-lined pie pan. Bake at 450 degrees F. for 15 minutes, reduce heat to 300 degrees F. and bake 30-40 minutes or until egg mixture is set. Serves 6-8. Here is an unusual way to cook and serve shrimp. Each serving is in its own foil bag which is placed on the plate and opened by the individual SHRIMP SARAPICO (Individual Serving) 2 ounces Roquefort cheese 2 ounces cream cheese 1 chopped pimiento li pound cleaned shrimp 2 pieces lemon Make a paste of the two cheeses and the chopped pimiento. Spread paste in center of aluminum foil 12-inch square. Place shrimp on paste and top with lemon. Close aluminum bag by pinching top together. Bake 30 minutes at 400 degrees F. Here is a good chafing dish recipe; its old-fashioned name is "Ringtum Diddy." Serve this combination of tomatoes and cheese either on fluffy, cooked rice on crackers or on toast points. RINGTUM DIDDY 1 cup shredded cheese food or aged cheese li cup butter ]/$ cup flour 1 cup hot milk Vx teaspoon soda 1 cup cooked tomatoes 1\'i teaspoon each, dry mustard, paprika and salt Dash cayenne 5 slices buttered toast or cooked rice or crackers Melt butter in heavy skillet; add cheese; sprinkle flour over cheese. Cover the skillet and cook very slowly until cheese melts and bubbles up through flour. Stir in milk slowly. Blend thoroughly. Add soda to tomatoes and stir into cheese mixture. Season. Simmer a few minutes to blend. Do not overcook. What Television Addicts Do ! In Canada TV is sometimes blamed for weaning children from their hiomework. In the United States it seems it can be far more of a menace. Last October, Larlene Carlson, aged 22, told a Chicago divorce judge that she preferred TV to her husband, whom sh- accused of cruelty. Richard Carlson had left home a fortnight earlier, after hitting his wife. He offered to return if she would turn the TV off at midnight. But, she told the judge, she would choose TV. Television certainly means a lot to American women. An Ohio husband won a divorce after saying that his wife watched television every night until the last station had signed ofi. He wasn't allowed to talk to her, except during commercials. In a New England divorce action a wife accused her husband of cruelty because he switched Off at a dramatic mo-meant in a play. This sort of behaviour enrages teenatgers, too. Fourteen-year- UICKY FELLOW-Curvaceous Marilyn Monroe hangs onto the orm of Don Murray, who has been named to play opposite her in "Bus Stop." Murray will play the part of "Bo", a cowboy who kidnaps her in the film. He has previously worked on Broadway in "insect Comedy," "Rose Tattoo," and "Skin of Our Teeth." KISS FOR A YOUNG HEROINE--1< You see, her cries awoke her f their home, so he awoke the wl engulfed by swirling floodwater athleen Van Slyke is a heroine--and she's only six weeks old. ther during the night. He discovered three feet of water in )le family. They were able to flee before their home became . Kathleen's brother, Jimmy, gives her a big kiss for her inadvertent heroism. old John Riley was so exasperated when his young sister switched off a programme that he stabbed her fatally with a bread knife. At Falibrook, California, a boy of twelve was accused of beating a two-year-old girl to death because she cried while TV was on. Men can become television addicts, too. Last December, in a Los Angles court, a woman described herself as a "television widow." Repeatedly she had begged her husband to pay some attention to her, but his only interest was TV. To tho judge she said, "He spent so much time watching television that he had no time to change his clothes. He even fell asleep watching TV. It was as i'f his life depended on it. He even liked the commercials." Another man's love for TV led to himself and family being evicted from a council house in Connecticut. To reach other rooms, the children ran between him and the TV r-' So, to avoid this, he kicked a hole in the kitchen wall. It's only rarely that an American hates TV, but when he uoes he tikes drastic action. Police were called to a house at West Palm Beach after neighbours had heard the sound of The occupier said he' his television set because had taken a violent dislike to the programme MEET MISS ITALY - She's shapely Brunella Tocce. The a^jhgt. J lovely* «jtleholder is competing fttaMf\r*\ wi4P*cmier European beauties for the "Miss Europe" honors. She posed for this picture in Paris, France. HIT SONG WAS A MASS KILLER In a popular cafe in Budapest late in 1935 a gipsy violinisjt was playing from muted strings the plaintive melody of a popular new tune. A handsome young carpenter seated before a glass of wi*e shouted for an encore. Then he drew a revolver from his pocket and shot himself through the heart. He left behind him a letter telling of a pathetic love affair, and ending, "I want to die listening to 'Gloomy Sunday.' " Gloomy Sunday ! A young shop-girl hanged herself and beneath her feet lay a marked copy of the tune of death. A pretty typist buried her face on a pillow in a gas-oven--and in a last letter pleaded that, the tune should be played at her funeral. A man sang the dirge-like refrain at a smoking concert. Then he, too, shot himself. Like the Pied Piper's strain the strange rhythm crept into the hearts of men and women, sending them headling to self-annihilation. The BBC banned the song. American recording companies suppressed it. Perhaps it epitomized the despair that was so prevalent during the rise of Hitler in the 1930's. Now the affair, probably the only instance of a curse bound up with a popular tune, has become a classic for psychologists and students of the supernatural. From newspaper libraries come such headlines as "Suicide Song's 19tK Victim" and "Heartbreak Song Kills Again." With Its morbid words, the song spread from country to country. Learned professors considered the evil effects of dance music. Lawyers debated whether the composer and lyric writer could be prosecuted for complicity in the wave of deaths. ! Disappointment in love could hot alone be held responsible. One man who leapt out of a window while the tune was being played was seventy years old. Another victim was a fifteen-year-old girl. She drowned herself, leaving behind her an underscored copy of the song. Strangest of all was a Budapest errand-boy who had ridden half-way across one of the Danube bridges when he heard a beggar singing the song of lament. The boy stopped, listened, emptied his pockets for the beggar--and then climbed the bridge rail and jumped. Perhaps the old gipsy belief is true--that there are some tunes it is not good to hear. Or was it mass hysteria? Whatever the explanation, the police called on the composer, Reszo Seress, and demanded that the piece should be withdrawn. Then was revealed the composer's own amazing story. Created in an evil moment, the song's strange destiny had also affected him. Two years previously the girl whom he had loved and planned to marry had thrown him over for a rich banking director. One dreary Sunday, when the unhealed ache of the past returned and his heart was heavy, Seress sat down and worked out the tune. It is not surprising that for months it could not •find a publisher. It could hardly add to the gaiety of an evening when a crooner sang: "I've hastened back to my lonely room Though I knew I would not find you there ..." Then the song began to be played--and shortly afterwards the news of his former sweetheart's death reached him. She had poisoned herself, and left only two words scrawled as a farewell message on a sheet of paper. "Gloomy Sunday". The publishers agreed to withdraw the song, but after the ban bootleg copies were furtively hawked in the streets and found eager buyers. The trail of death continued. Perhaps some Hungarians were over-impressionable, but the hoodoo on the song was soon world news. From Spain and Italy came further fatalities. In America, when Hal Kemp made the first recording, even members of the band were affected. Two musicians refused to take part in the recording session. There were so many failures that no fewer than twenty-one master records had to be made before one was good enough to go into production. Columnists'immediately made much of the fact that the twenty spoiled recordings coincided with the song's surrent death-roll of twenty. Apart from the plaintive melody, it was thought that nothing in the words or music of the song would disturb hard-boiled New Yorkers. But after listening to the Hal Kemp rendering on the radio, a young chemistry student hanged himself. Soon the United States was bewailing five victims. The powerful Musicians' Union decided that its members should lend no further support to the song. The radio networks and record companies strengthened this conspiracy of silence. The composer complained, "I stand in the midst Of this deathly success as an accused. This fatal fame hurts me ... I cried all the disappointments Of my heart into this song and people with feelings akin found their own hurt in it . . . " The BBC decided it could be broadcast as a ballad. They changed their mind when it found its first victim in London. A Brixton policeman heard the dirge repeatedly coming from a window on his beat. At last he investigated and found a repeat - mechanism playing the disc over and over in the grey dawn while, near-by, a woman lay dead. "Gloomy Sunday" was banned, without further prompting, by publishers, bands, singers and record companies. The strangest trail of disaster in musical history came to an end at last. No New Marvel The gentleman who told the Industerial Cafeteria Managers convention that some new marvel of science will make it possible in the future for dirty dishes to be washed by sound and dried by air should be brought up to date on the facts tof family life. Dishes have been washed and dried that way in millions of households for generations. All he has to do is cock his ear around any kitchen door where a couple of members of the younger generation are doing the family chores. The argument over who's going to wash and who's going to wipe the dishes is not only sound. It's a ruckus and a din. If there's a lull in that discussion, it's only for a moment. The sound and fury are bound to be resumed in a moment over who cleared the table, who carried out the garbage and who put away the pots and pans the last time. The dishes finally are washed and believe us it's done by sound. Maybe not all of it, but nine-tenths of it. Then let this gentleman who talked to the cafeteria people just sneak around after things quiet down in the kitchen and run a finger around the. bottom of a plate or peek into the frying pan. He will be convinced that if these articles turn up dry before the next meal, they will have been dried by air. Maybe he was talking about some less nerve-wr*acking way of washing dishes by sound and drying them by air, but he's away behind the times if he thinks it has never been ' done before.-Des Moines Register. Autograph Bugs Do you collect autographs? If so, do you know that there is a society which claims to be the first and only one of its kind in the world, and which caters specially for fans like yourself? The Society of Autograph Collecters was formed about three years ago by a London autograph collector who realized the need for a friendly,organized body which would be able to bring together keen collectors from Aden to Auckland and from Zermatt to Zanzibar. Members write to each other -and to celebrities who, they hope, will be impressed- on specially printed society note-paper, and they wear badges made of black perspex engraved in gold on the face with a quill pen. The society's presic!?nt, who says he has a personal collection of over 10,000 autographs is starting a campaign against fake and rubber - stamp graphs. Bulletins issued by the society contain interesting information about celebrities and collectors. General Gruenther, the Allied Supreme Commander in Europe, is frequently asked by women autograph collectors to sign his name across the palm of their white' glove. A London hotel porter says he has collected a goodly number of famous military, royal and foreign rulers' signatures by blotting the visitors' book-but of course you need a mirror to read them! The society reports a surprising fluctuation in the exchange value of autographs. Melba's is still worth about $32.00, while in schoolboy circles current valuations ase on the lines of one Neville Duke or Donald Campbell for three of either Randolph Turpin or Sir Anthony Eden. MERRY MENAGERIE VAIMALLA--Retirement is literally "the b< erab!e cable car, veteran of service on S famous cable-car system. Together with sev car will hattle and clang along a roule : Farm, where mementoes of the traditiona berry products for attention.