8A MAIL TRIBUNI, Madfeni, Orejoii, Sunday, May 23, 1958
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Today's Potpourri is written by guest reporter Mrs. Ha
Gnnt, society editor for the Bend Bulletin. Mrs. Grant, who
is on her two week's vacation, is taking a busman's holiday
by joining The Mail Tribune staff for two weeks.
To a visiting reporter from the hinterland, Medford seems
to be a very friendly, cosmopolitan city. Transplanted from
Central Oregon, so short a distance in airline miles, one
seems to be in a different world, here in the Rogue Valley
wonderland with its ancient oaks, lush flowers and beautiful
homes.
Bend has trees and blossoms and attractive houses, too,
of course. Junipers and pines, wild chammise and lupine,
gardens that are unexpected in a climate with short growing
season and cold nights, have their own special charm. So it
is not that southern Oregon is "better," merely that it is
"different." And many have said before now, that variety
is the spice of life.
Olive, when she writes this column, uses the journalis
tically correct editorial "we." With her permission, I will
digress. It is a singular idiosyncracy, but I dislike being
plural. If you know what I mean.
Always I am more interested in people than in things, and
I feel sure that the people in Medford have a high "FQ"
(friendliness quotient). And giving Oscars for friendliness in
Oregon, where all of us pride ourselves on our tradition of
Western hospitality, must be like giving prizes for being
able to swim, in a colony of deep-sea divers. Just like the
man says at the carnival, "A prize in each and every pack
age." Or like the staff in the news room here at the Tribune.
"No Indians, all chiefs."
Got lost the other evening on the way to a dinner at the
Rogue Valley Country club, and stopped at an impressive
home to get directions. No one answered the ring, but I heard
voices in the back yard and walked around the house. Eight
or ten people were having a swimming party in the pool.
The host (I assume) popped his head out of the water,
celled a cheerful greeting and listened while I told my sad
Story. He told me exactly how to get where I wanted to go.
"But if you don't find it, come back and we'll feed you,"
he offered.
Got lost again last night looking for Hedrick Junior High
school, and stopped at a service station to get straightened
out. Bought some gas and oil while I was there, and the
friendly attendant told me the car had a gas leak. "Needs
a new gas line, I think," he said. "Don't have the parts
tonight, but I'll get them first thing in the morning." I told
him I couldn't get away from the office for very long, on
such a busy day, and wouldn't be able to wait while the
repairs were made. This morning he came to the news room
to get the key, left his car on the lot and took mine, made
the repairs, delivered the car and brought my credit book
for me to sign. And I didn't so much as stir out of my chair!
(Got lost again trying to find the hotel, and when the
friendly policeman flashed his light and sounded his signal,
I thought the jig was up. It seems I got fouled up in a
barricade. I left the car where it was parked, not far from
my home away from home, thank goodness, and the hotel
clerk put it in its stall. No use pushing friendliness too
far.) . .
Marvin, the night bellboy at my hotel, is one of my new
Jriends. He didn't bat an eye when he unloaded the car.
Tour suitcases, a box of hats, a dozen or so dresses on hang
ars, assorted coats and jackets, not on hangers, my umbrella,
the portable typewriter, two TV tables, the electric coffee
maker and the steam iron. (Olive supplied the ironing board
later.)
Marvin dug around and found a couple of extension
cords, helped while I rearranged the furniture (after the
third move) and seemed to have the proverbial patience
of Job, taking care of such little chores as sending out
my dry cleaning, mailing my letters and rounding up extra
towels in which to wrap my ironing.
The story of getting settled at the hotel is sort of like
the one about the three bears. The first room was too big.
The second one was too small. But the third one is just
right.
The first move was Marvin's idea. The room had been
reserved for someone else. The second move was my idea.
The room had a two-piece bathroom.
"How could you do it?" I asked Marvin, almost in tears.
(I was almost in tears, not Marvin.) I told him it was per
fectly obvious that I couldn't wash my teeth in the bedroom,
and then walk that long distance to the bathroom to take
a shower.
Marvin had a solution, as usual. "Wash your teeth in the
shower," he suggested. "That's what I do."
I was glad to read in the MT the other day that the
Diamond Lake cut-off has been opened to travel. Now I
won't go on harboring a guilty conscience. Like most women,
I pay for advice and then don't take it.
Actually, the service station attendant at Chemult didn't
charge me for advice. He gave it to me free. He marked
a map, cleaned the bugs off the windshield and advised me
to go by way of Fort Klamath. "They've been going through
by Diamond Lake," he said, "but it's one way, and it's no
drive for a woman alone." Then he said I needed a new
windshield wiper blade. It was only $1.65.
After all, I reasoned, the $1.65 is deductible. Legitimate
travel expense. This is a working vacation. I handed him
two one-dollar bills and he put the new blade in the wiper
and was back in a flash. I held out my hand and he said,
"Seventy-five, two, and lunch," putting a dime, a quarter
and a candy bar in my outstretched paw.
I thanked him and ate the candy bar. Unfortunately, it
is not deductible. Candy bars never are. You know the
saying. "In your mouth a few minutes, in your stomach a
few hours, and on your hips forever."
The nice thing about the coffee shop in the hotel "where
I stay, they give you lots of jam. Not just a thimbleful in
one of those little paper cups. A whole great big gob, on
a butter pat.
I remarked about this the other morning at breakfast,
and the man on the next stool said that he felt the same
way. Never bothers to eat the jam at all, if they serve it in
one of those little cups.
We got to talking, and he shared his newspaper with
me. I always like to read "B" somebody-or-other, in a city
journal, name of which I don't recall.
Found something amusing, and read it aloud to every
one at the counter. This city columnist, in his latest com
plaint about sack dresses, was telling about how the new
look is ruining business at the amusement parks. The chem
ise doesn't have the desired reaction, over the air jets in
the fun houses.
The man next door had something to say, too. "Well,
I told my wife, I don't think she can afford a sack. If she
buys one, she'd better see a lawyer first. And besides, I can't
afford the alimony."
Aren't men funny? I.G.
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How To Hang A Cake
Recipes for sponge-t y p e
cake (angel food, chiffon and
sponge) say to invert the pan
as soon as the cake has finish
ed ' baking. Literally, that
means you should "hang" the ( neck of a salad oil or wint
cake upside down to keep it bottle. For cakes baked in loaf
from resting back in the cake or layer pans, arrange custard
pan and shrinking. It is easy cups or jar lids so two corners
to hang a cake baked in a tube of the cake pan can rest on
pan as the tube fits over the the edges.
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Monday,
June 9
Three young people who will spend the next few
months in Oregon under the International Farm Youth
Exchange program were in Medford Friday night. Pictured
here with John Ouster hout, Jackson county farmer, are
(center) Khin Hwe, Burma, Nwe Nwa Tun, also a Burmese
college student, and Chang Chun-Pang, from Taiwan. The
three, chosen on the basis of rigid examinations, including
their knowledge of English, will spend part of the summer
with Wasco and Linn county families. En route here they
spent three weeks with families in Hawaii, and later will
travel in" the mid-west and eastern states. The visitors
were met at the bus station by Glenn Klein,. 4H, agent,
and met a group of interested persons in the home of Miss
Mary Lou Garner, 4H agent. The Ousterhouts were par
ticularly interested in meeting the two students from
Burma since a Burmese IFYE student lived in their home
in the summer of 1955. The travelers continued north by
bus Saturday morning.
Bargain Night Planned at Club
Women's Golf association
of Rogue Valley County club
will hold a "bargain night"
party Wednesday, May 28. It
will be the annual fund-raising
project of the lady golfers
and the committee has plan
ned f'lots of fun and surpris
es. Social and golfing members
of the club and their guests
are invited to attend. A soc
ial hour will begin at 6:30
p.m. and dinner at 7:30 p.m.
Those planning to attend are
asked to make reservations
by calling the club.
To produce one bushel of
corn requires about 40 min
utes of work on the part of
an averagge American farmer.
Strawberry-Rhubarb
Sauce Said Tasty
New York (IP) Strawberry-rhubarb
sauce will make a
big hit for breakfast, brunch
or dessert anytime.
Cook 3 cups diced fresh rhu
barb with 2 tablespoons of wa
ter and a dash of salt in a cov
ered saucepan over low heat
about 10-15 minutes, or until
the rhubarb is tender. Add 3A
to.l cup sugar and cool." Stir
in 1 tablespoon of fresh lemon
juice and IY2 cups sliced fresh
trawberries. Serves 6-8.
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If detergents and soaps fail
to remove stains from plastic
dishes, soak the dishes for 20
minutes in a gallon of water
mixed with a - little bleach
Wipe with a dishcloth,, then
wash in the usual way. You
also may rub the stains with
dry baking soda or salt.
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