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Indian Summer At this time of year, when poets in northern latitudes paint their verses to resemble the trees, I like to recall the childhood adventures associated with autumn. My grandmother had a share in many; indeed, s he frequently made them possible. Our Mohawk Valley was in full regalia during October, and even into November. I told myself privately that the pageantry around us was provided by Indian braves who, sneaking out of the past, daubed the trees with left-over war paint. I once mentioned this, rather timidly, to Grandma. "Now there's an idea!" she exclaimed. She knew, of course, that the image had been called up by our reading of "Deerslayer" and our mutual interest in the relics the Iroquois had left in the countryside. But she carefully avoided puncturing my fancies, however extravagant they might be. Although I never really believed that Joseph Brant's Mohawks returned to color the foliage, the idea that redmen might come back in Indian Summer added to my enjoyment it autumn. Scuffing through the leaves en route to and from school, I imagined I was scouting for a war party. Whether it was equipped with tomahawks Or paint buckets didn't matter; to a boy, things never can be what they seem. One important pleasure of the season was the back-yard corn-roast--"cookout", I believe, is the newer word. Grandma contributed her services as maitre d' for the feasts held in our yard. And although I was nominally "chief cook and bottle washer", I must admit that all the washing--dishes, utensils, my hands and face--was done by Grandma after the young guests had departed. She kept a practiced e\c on the cooking, too. The roasting was accomplished in a hole under the crab-apple tree near our.garden. Preparation of the raw material -- corn, if available, and always the reliable potato--was a tedious process, and somehow the finished product never proved very satisfactory, although no feaster dared admit it. Between charring, unavoidable sprinklings of topsoil, and a general underdoneness, the meal thdt emerged from the embers could hardly substitute for a good^-- per served on our red ki<k^~~ taoiecioth. But ihe roast was & rite that went with the fall. Boys and girls in the neighborhood took turns sponsoring it, with the result that everybody was guaranteed one poor meal a week during the open season! Autumnal activities also included expeditions for hickory nuts. There was a fine grove of trees a mile from our house, and Grandma often joined the party of youngsters that besieged it. We tossed stout sticks aloft to dislodge the burrs which sho put into the burlap bag we always hoped to fill, and never did. The spoils were evenly divided among the gatherers, and stored at home for future reference. More accessible were the acorns and chestnuts. These homely fruits of the fall served in various ways: they could be strung as Indian beads, used as slingshot ammunition, or deployed around the house as decorations. They were, however, considered inedible, a quality that counted against them. Gathering these lesser nuts did not require an extended quest, for practically everyone had access to their trees and our pockets were always well-stocked. A result was that the nuts had no value in a boy's inventory of assets;- he couldn't swap them unless a horse chestnut's size and unusually rich mahogany color and high polish proved irresistible to another hoarder. I suppose that this was our first introduction to the law of supply and demand, but we were not economists in those days, writes John L. Cooley in The Christian Science Monitor. Grandma disliked this application of the collector's instinct. She said the nuts wore holes in my pockets and messed up the floor, making locomotion hazardous. A favorite occupation for a fall Saturday morning was deer hunting. Perhaps I should use quotation marks around those two words, for of course there were no deer and my, hunting amounted to nothing moie than a pleasant walk through Jackson's woods, armed with homemade bow and arrows. At breakfast I would decide that the day was auspicious for a vension guest, and communicate my resolve to Grandma "All right," she'd say, smiling. "But we've got plenty of meat. I bought a pot roast yesterday. When I hid finished my oatmeal and toast she'd help me put on the old hunting togs-- overalls and bright red flannel blouse--and I'd fetch my weapons from the cellar. Grandma always said I looked fine and fit when I stood at attention for her final inspection. Any buck with a grain of sense, she assured me, would welcome a chance to be shot at by so trim a Deerslayer. Then I was off to recruit my friend Freddie Winters for the safari. Freddie liked to hunt, too, although he was a rather practical soul and became impatient when no deer presented itself in the first five minutes. But his mother made fat sugar cookies, with which she supplied us generously in case game was in short supply when we hungered. I remember coming home one Saturday somewhat after the noon hour, the dinner deadline Grandma insisted on. I was tired, grimy, and a bit nervous, for she liked punctuality and I wasn't sure what she'd say. She met me at the back door, "Well, you're late," she commented. "Any luck?" I shook my head and went into the kitchen. A strange pleasant aroma hung in the familiar room. I sniffed and looked at her. Grandma laughed.. Then she^ FOR THE RING FINGER - Importer Elliot Glcsser of three giant-size pieces of opal which made up a single 125-pound stone, believed to be the largest ever found. Discovered in an abandoned mine in Australia, the find is valued at about $175,000. 1HEFABM FRONT A Canadian agent for an American company has pleaded guilty in Edmonton to selling a feeding stuff represented incorrectly, according to the Plant Products Division, Canada Department of Agriculture. Ray Harris Depew of Raymond, Alberta, agent for the Mac Bilt Feeds, a division of Western Yeast Products, Yardley, Washington, faced the charge recently. Analysis disclosed that the feed contained about half the labelled guarantee for protein and vitamin A, an excess of calcium, and a deficiency of phosphorus. The product also contained fluorine at a level 70 times the maximum allowed in a feed of the type. Instructions have been issued to release the goods from detention for return to the United while t be ready scrubbed. He Hopped Over The Iron Curtain Ferenc Nagy was once the pride of Hungary as champion po'e valuter, but at forty-two he was a little out of practice. Perhaps that is why the Hungarian authorities did not take much notice when Ferenc began practising pole vaulting again "just to keep in form." For months he trained, always increasing the height a little, until he was almost his old self again. Recently Ferenc drifted off one night and.when the Hungarians discovered why he had been so assiduously practising pole vaulting it was too late to do anything about it. Artful Ferenc had pole vaulted over dangerous minefields and barbed wire fences in order to escape from behind the Iron Curtain! Customer: "I want to get some beet leaves for my husband. Do these have any poison spray on them?" Grocer: "No, I'm sorry, madam, you'll have to get that at the drug store." CROSSWORD PUZZLE ACROSS 2 Seif J; Surround 8. Came 9. Weep together 2. Era 4. nalnbbw fisr 4 Untruth 5' Lik6 5.' Maxim £' Flesh of S. Likely g. Eccentric 9. Italian day 16. Civil injur; 23. Agalloch aimlessly Pish propeller Answer elsewhere on this page. ids wfcee "bhrements have be. n bility of- the, seeds destroyed. Authority was granted under an amendment to the Feeding Stuffs Regulations which previously. 0^*cd only one half of ^£ *mA in mixed feeds. Regulations were relaxed after a probe by the Canada Department of Agriculture into effects of feeding refuse screenings containing a high percentage of stinkweed seeds. Other research was conducted by the department and the University of British Columbia on the toxicity and nutritive value of such weed seeds. » . Experiments gave reasonable assurance that 'stinkwe- d' taint would not result if the feed is discontinued 48 hours before slaughter. « » » There are thousands of tons of refuse screenings available every year in terminal grain elevators, flour mills, and seed-cleaning plants across the country. Pellets of heat-devitalized refuse screenings have been fed beep cattle in British Columbia and the United States for some years. * * * Although it could not be registered as a prepared livestock feed under the Feeding Stuffs Act, it was sold as a prescription mix with farmers taking responsibility for injury to their animals. With the latest amendment, these feeds may be manufactured for general sale when registered under the Feeding Stuffs Act, » , A blanket of snow acts as in^. sulation for young apple trees, the Horticulture Division, Canada Department of Agriculture, has discovered. Tests made at Centra] Expert- ■ mental Farm during a sub-zero, nine-day period in January, 1957, showed the effects of snow on soil temperatures. With air temperature averaging -12 degrees Fahrenheit, the soil temperature under one inch of soil with a nine-inch snow cover was 28 degrees Fahren heit -- a difference of 40 degrees between the air and soil temperatures Without the snow covering, the soil temperature skidded to 12 degrees Fahrenheit -- indicating that the snow coverf-cte, maintained temperatures 16 d£t";_ grees higher, or 40 per cent *t the total insulation. This effect in degrees of perature was minimized t a 15 per cent during milder pi'^ iods of winter, averaging 21 degrees Fahrenheit. Canadian poultry processing plants are feeling the pressure of a marketing boom that is sweeping the nation. Up to October 11, marketing of broiler chickens had reached 129,587,153 pounds--an increase of 32,248,630 pounds over the same period a year ago. New up-to-date plants have been built and many of the older ones remodelled and streamlined. Refrigeration is a big factor in the poultry processing business, and important improvements have been made over the past three years or so. There are about 258 registeied poultry processing and 133 eviscerating plants in Canada. j plant in the Toronto area, i started on a small-scale ■w years ago, now has a ca-ity of 3,400 birds per hour d has an average kill of 125,-) birds per week. And produc-n is expected to be stepped i to 4,000 birds per hour in i near future. Marketing of turkeys is being spread over a~ longer period and up to October 11, a total of 36,-056,873 pounds had been handled at registered plants--11,252,874 pounds over the same period in 1957. Thus, plants have thefe hands full to keep pace with the marketings of a business with unlimited possibilities. Hundred Thousand Dollars A Minute On the auction block at London's Sotheby & Co., one night last month, were seven paintings, all accepted masterpieces by Cezanne, Manet, Renoir, and van Gogh. They came from the collection of the late Jakob Goldschmidt of New York City. Goldschmidt's pale, 42-year-Ojd son Irwin had come to Sotheby's to convert this part of the estate (under which his own two sons are co-beneficiaries) into liquid assets. Sotheby's began filling an hour before the sale. Peopie without tickets queued 50 yards down Bond Street, four to five deep, while ticket-holders crushed into the building. Some 400 favored persons were put in the main * gallery, another 1,100 spread through three more rooms to watch the sale by special closed circuit television. In the main gallery, one guest in white tie and tails talked shrilly at a hostess. "I spent £10,000 here in one year," a* said. "And now they accuse me of gate-crashing. There'll be a letter. I shall write a stinkirg letter to -the directors!" Wearing sunglasses, actor Burt Lancaster tried to heave through the jam with his shoulder. At 9.37 Peter Wilson, the chairman of Sotheby's who, w*s acting as auctioneer, climbed onto the brown birch rostru'n and knocked -- lightly -- with his ivory palm gavel. Attendants in gray-blue nniforms placed a Manet "Self-Portrait" on the high easel. Quietly Wilson announced: "Lot No. 1 -- what am I bid?" "Five thousand pounds," he muttered quietly into the microphone. "Eight thousand, ten thousand, twelve thousand, fifteen thousand ... 58 thousand and 60 thousand . . " His blue eyes swung back and forth across the hot room. "Sixtly-five thousand, the bid is in the front Wilson waited, then rapped his gavel. "Yours sir, in the fourth row." He entered the amount in his fawn record book, as a sigh blew across the gallery. This first lot had gone to John Summers, an agent who was buying for an American collector. The price: $182,000 Manet's "Promenade" was next. Within 100 seconds, with a final wave of a catalogue, it went to New York are dealer Georges Keller for £89,000 ($249,200). Keller, it is rumored, was buying for Paul Mellon's collection or one of the Mellon family funds. Then came Lot No. 3: Manet's "Street in Bern." Ninety seconds later the painting had been sold for £113,000 ($316,400). Lot No. 4: Van Gogh's "Public Gardens at Aries," 180 seconds, £132,000 ($369,600). Lot No. 5: Cezanne's "Still Life of Apples." 70 seconds,* £90,000 ($252,000). Now, Lot No. 6. Cezanne's "Boy in the Red Vest" was previewed by Peter Wilson in hu usual undramatic monotone and bidding spun along after an opening £20,000 in staccato bursts of £5,000 ($14,000). At the unbelievable figure of £220,000 ($616,000). Peter Wilson paused and asked with • straight face: "Will nobody offer any more?" The remark pricked the tension. With a knock of the gavel, the painting went to Georges Keller. It was the highest price ever paid at an auction. Bidding time! 168 seconds. Renoir's "The Thought," was sold to London dealer fldward Speelman for £72,000 ($201,600) The last offering, it sent the sale total to £781,000 ($2,186,800)-- a record for one day. The entir* sale had taken 21 minutes. "No, I don't know what I'm going to do with the money," Goldschmidt said when he was besieged by the press after the sale. "All you can do is eat three meals a day, you know." The pictures themselves, carelessly draped in green felt, were stacked together in a small room off the main gallery. Only a Sotheby's attendant was looking.--From NEWSWEEK. iNDAYXCHOOl 1PS0N By Rev. R. B. Warren^ B.A.. BD Memory Selection: Blessed is he, whosoever shall not • be offended in me. Matthew 11:6. When a person begins criticizing his fellows, I'm interested; not so much in his criticism, but in what's wrong with him A man whom I had just met started criticizing the church. It wasn't what it used to be. Finally his wife turned to him and said, "Why don't you do what you know should be done and set the example?" He was silent. The critic usually has some basic dissatisfaction within himself which he doesn't want to face. So he takes it out on other people. Having developed an antipathy toward an individual or group he is ready to criticize them no matter what they do. If they are reserved in their approach to him he labels them as prdUd and unfriendly. If they appear warm towards him, tbjy are putting it on just to curry favor. So whatever they do, it is wrong. The critic is unhappy. If someone tries to correct him, he refuses to see his error He fancies himself to be a martyr. There are none so blind as those who will not see. The Pharisees didn't like Jesus because He taught and lived a higher way of life than they were living or wanted to live. He showed up their sin and they didn't like it. They majored in externals, and rituals. Jesus emphasized the need of a pure heart. The Pharisees found fault because the disciples of Jesus didn't fast as often as they did. They had also eaten some kernels of grain as they passed through the fields on the Sabbath. In neither case had they transgressed the law. But the Jews had added many of their notions to the law as given by Moses, thereby often obscuring its real purpose and meaning. They also found fault because Jesus healed on the Sabbath. In how much of their criticism were they really sincere. They were blind leaders of the blind. Saul, the Pharisee was one of the most bitter. But when he met Jesus and yielded his heart to Him he was different. He be^ came an apostle of the message of God'* love for sinful man an4 His power to redeem through Jesus Christ. Upsidedown to Prevent Peeking □□□ □□□□□ SHE □□□ nancy del BDDQD EEC □uaaatia ddeec □□□□ annas □□□ EDQQia ded BE BDBBE DEED □DEDD EUUEBBtt □□□ □□□ EDDEC UDB □QHEQ BED UEJH BQEBQ OBCi SAFE! -- Miner Maurice Ruddick, the father of 12 children, smiled when he was visited by his four-year-old son Revere in the hospital in Springhill, N.S. Ruddick was one of the seven miners ".niraculously" rescued on November 1 after they had been entombed in the mine for more than eight days. "OUT-PRODUCE AMERICA^ U message on the; which also show farm's pVogress since 1952 on a Soviet state farm near ilk and hog production. ..