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considers that the Egyptian Government should have entered into negotiations on the subject of the whole Anglo-Egyptian question in order to put an end to an equivocal situation. French Comment. The designation by the French Government of “informer” who will be a “corridor representative” at the three-Power naval disarmament conference which opens at Geneva on July 20, Although he will take no active part in discussions, causes the Left Oeuvre to write: “Paris flatters herself that Washington will appreciate the ‘courtesy’ of her gesture. Paris is mistaken. Americans will find it is too much or too little. Moreover, they do not mingle sentiment with business, as we do. And they would have respected us more if we had maintained our first position of non-participation. That could be defended. This position cannot be.” In the Royalist Action Française, M. Jacques Bainville, the economist, comments upon the prospects for success in the stabilization of the currency which France has still to effect. “The long stabilization in fact,” in his opinion, “has made remoter rather than nearer the idea of stabilization in law. In any case, it is not certain that if the latter should be announced one of these days it would be well received, because it would mean a hope had ended, rather than that an apprehension had been removed. The question is, therefore, whether it would not be placing too great a strain on French strength and resources, on the outlook for the political future and for domestic stability, to permit a spirit of revalorization to develop and to justify it, even while not favoring it.” German Comment. Public interest in Berlin runs high with the possibility that Chamberlin in the Belgian monoplane may fix on Berlin as a destination if he succeeds in crossing the Atlantic. In the opinion of the Socialist Vorwärts, however, certain political aspects should be attached to these flights and the German Nationalist Party is taken to task in this connection. The paper writes: “A degree of satisfaction is felt in Germany, from a political point of view, over the fact that two Americans have
be well received, because it would mean a hope had ended, rather than that an apprehension had been removed. The question is, therefore, whether it would not be placing too great a strain on French strength and resources, on the outlook for the political future and for domestic stability, to permit a spirit of revalorization to develop and to justify it, even while not favoring it.” German Comment. Public interest in Berlin runs high with the possibility that Chamberlin in the Belgian monoplane may fix on Berlin as a destination if he succeeds in crossing the Atlantic. In the opinion of the Socialist Vorwärts, however, certain political aspects should be attached to these flights and the German Nationalist Party is taken to task in this connection. The paper writes: “A degree of satisfaction is felt in Germany, from a political point of view, over the fact that two Americans have taken flight for Berlin. With regard to Lindbergh, everything took place among the Allied Powers and their associates. A feeling developed in Germany that Germany had been set apart from the world. And this feeling was not entirely unjustified. Since the entry of the Nationalists into the Reich Government, German policy has been oriented toward isolation. Externally, nothing seems to have changed, but the spirit of understanding, far from progressing throughout the world, has lost ground. This means that the Nationalists have not realized that they represent the tradition of Prussian militarism and that they brought upon the Reich the hatred of the world.” South African Comment. Discussing further the “flag dispute” which still is raging in the Union, the Cape Town Argus hopes that it is the intention of the Government to attempt an eleventh-hour settlement, but adds that the general tenor of the latest official utterance on the subject seems to suggest that the select committee is mere eyewash. The demand for the inclusion of the Union Jack in the national flag, the Argus says, ought not to be regarded as conflicting with the ideals of nationalism always provided that the latter ideals were correctly expressed by General
policy has been oriented toward isolation. Externally, nothing seems to have changed, but the spirit of understanding, far from progressing throughout the world, has lost ground. This means that the Nationalists have not realized that they represent the tradition of Prussian militarism and that they brought upon the Reich the hatred of the world.” South African Comment. Discussing further the “flag dispute” which still is raging in the Union, the Cape Town Argus hopes that it is the intention of the Government to attempt an eleventh-hour settlement, but adds that the general tenor of the latest official utterance on the subject seems to suggest that the select committee is mere eyewash. The demand for the inclusion of the Union Jack in the national flag, the Argus says, ought not to be regarded as conflicting with the ideals of nationalism always provided that the latter ideals were correctly expressed by General Hertzog when he declared that it was in the best interests of South Africa that the country should remain within the Empire. THE GOURMET SOME PROVENÇAL DISHES Some of the small Provençal inns are the meeting places for the true gourmets of Provence. Everyone knows that Basso's in Marseilles is noted for its bouillabaisse. Most gourmets know that some of the finest crêpes are to be found at the little restaurant at Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat. But there are even better things than those. At Aïgo-sau, a true dish of Provence, is never found in these places. For Aïgo-sau one must seek a Provençal auberge, preferably near Marseilles, Toulon or Nice. The dish is a glorified peasant fish-soup—a one-course dinner. The best is made with dorade and loup de mer. The Provençal cook has raised to the highest degree the art of toning a fresh fish. After this operation, the heads and tails being discarded, the boneless fish is cut into thick slices and placed in a pan. Five or six sliced potatoes are added. Also a minced onion, a minced tomato, two small cloves of garlic well pressed, and a bundle of herbs. Season highly with salt and pepper, sprinkle generously with
noted for its bouillabaisse. Most gourmets know that some of the finest crêpes are to be found at the little restaurant at Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat. But there are even better things than those. At Aïgo-sau, a true dish of Provence, is never found in these places. For Aïgo-sau one must seek a Provençal auberge, preferably near Marseilles, Toulon or Nice. The dish is a glorified peasant fish-soup—a one-course dinner. The best is made with dorade and loup de mer. The Provençal cook has raised to the highest degree the art of toning a fresh fish. After this operation, the heads and tails being discarded, the boneless fish is cut into thick slices and placed in a pan. Five or six sliced potatoes are added. Also a minced onion, a minced tomato, two small cloves of garlic well pressed, and a bundle of herbs. Season highly with salt and pepper, sprinkle generously with olive oil, fill the pan with boiling water, and place over a sharp fire. When the potatoes are done the fish will be cooked. The dish is served steaming hot and the large soup plates are half filled with cubes of toasted bread. Aïgo-sau, in the minds of some gourmets, surpasses bouillabaisse. If the proper fresh fish are used, the flavor is unforgettable. It also has the advantage of being a boneless fish dish. Provençal cooks early solved the problem of the high cost of living by perfecting the one-course meal. And so Provence developed an onion soup all its own. The true Provençal onion soup is not a thing of the seashore. It is found in the little hill towns where ducks and geese abound. The recipe runs like this: Save the carcass of a duck or a goose (this soup is a second-day dinner) together with one large slice of meat for each dinner. A rich stock is made of the carcass. When the soup is prepared an enormous quantity of thinly sliced onions is delicately browned in butter. Stinting the amount of onions is spoiling the dish. Then bread is toasted and cut into cubes. The soup
surpasses bouillabaisse. If the proper fresh fish are used, the flavor is unforgettable. It also has the advantage of being a boneless fish dish. Provençal cooks early solved the problem of the high cost of living by perfecting the one-course meal. And so Provence developed an onion soup all its own. The true Provençal onion soup is not a thing of the seashore. It is found in the little hill towns where ducks and geese abound. The recipe runs like this: Save the carcass of a duck or a goose (this soup is a second-day dinner) together with one large slice of meat for each dinner. A rich stock is made of the carcass. When the soup is prepared an enormous quantity of thinly sliced onions is delicately browned in butter. Stinting the amount of onions is spoiling the dish. Then bread is toasted and cut into cubes. The soup is ladled into individual casseroles, onions added, and raw cubes of bread placed on top of all. Grated cheese is then spread generously over the bread and moistened with rich hot stock. The individual casseroles are then placed in the oven or under a fire for browning. Aïoli is not a Provençal dish in itself—it is an institution. It is also the mayonnaise of Provence. The recipe is as follows: Take two small pieces of garlic for each person and reduce them to pulp in a mortar. Add a pinch of salt, the yolk of one egg, and commence adding olive oil very slowly and stir constantly. After adding three or four spoonfuls of oil, add the juice of a lemon and one spoonful of tepid water. Then continue adding the oil and stirring. Aïoli for four people will absorb a quarter of a litre of oil. In Provence, this aïoli is served with fish and boiled potatoes. One must like garlic to appreciate it. A Touch of Nature... A WILD DUCK'S REVENGE A wild duck was seen last week in Richmond Park (London) drowning sparrows that took food from her young. Such an incident is not uncommon on farms.
a Provençal dish in itself—it is an institution. It is also the mayonnaise of Provence. The recipe is as follows: Take two small pieces of garlic for each person and reduce them to pulp in a mortar. Add a pinch of salt, the yolk of one egg, and commence adding olive oil very slowly and stir constantly. After adding three or four spoonfuls of oil, add the juice of a lemon and one spoonful of tepid water. Then continue adding the oil and stirring. Aïoli for four people will absorb a quarter of a litre of oil. In Provence, this aïoli is served with fish and boiled potatoes. One must like garlic to appreciate it. A Touch of Nature... A WILD DUCK'S REVENGE A wild duck was seen last week in Richmond Park (London) drowning sparrows that took food from her young. Such an incident is not uncommon on farms. In this case, the ducklings, floundering on the pathway, were prevented by the sparrows from picking up their food. The mother duck seized the offenders with her beak, dragged them to the pond, and held them under water till they ceased to struggle. She is the anxious mother of ten ducklings, and evidently she experiences difficulty in finding food for her large family. In her determination to guard the crumbs thrown for her babies, she drowned two particularly daring cock sparrows, and sent other offenders away minus their tail feathers. Later, when a pugnacious little dog threatened her beloved brood, she feigned a broken wing with such effect that the daring puppy received sharp blows upon its nose, while the ducklings made for safety. The Book of the Day MORALS IN RHYME PHETTY LESSONS IN VERSE FOR GOOD CHILDREN. (Edwin Mathews and Marrot, London; 1 shilling 0 pence.) The daughter of Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote these quaint verses for the benefit of her small son Herbert. They represent an attempt at a complete education in morals and manners. “Don’ts” of every description are provided to an extent which must have made childhood a time of trial in those days. Even
ducklings, and evidently she experiences difficulty in finding food for her large family. In her determination to guard the crumbs thrown for her babies, she drowned two particularly daring cock sparrows, and sent other offenders away minus their tail feathers. Later, when a pugnacious little dog threatened her beloved brood, she feigned a broken wing with such effect that the daring puppy received sharp blows upon its nose, while the ducklings made for safety. The Book of the Day MORALS IN RHYME PHETTY LESSONS IN VERSE FOR GOOD CHILDREN. (Edwin Mathews and Marrot, London; 1 shilling 0 pence.) The daughter of Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote these quaint verses for the benefit of her small son Herbert. They represent an attempt at a complete education in morals and manners. “Don’ts” of every description are provided to an extent which must have made childhood a time of trial in those days. Even a box of preserved figs contains a moral: The apples that are sold in a shop were once like the firm shapely pear; It always is better to stop. And find out what things really are. A modern Herbert should read “Behavior at Meals.” At table, he never must whisper and giggle, He gently may smile, but not noisily laugh; Nor fidget about and reach over and wriggle, Nor must he expect wine and porter to quarrel. And the horror of grown-ups when a boy asserts his will is to be found in these lines: The flood and the storm that with horror we hear, Ferocious birds and wild beasts that cause hatred and fear, Vile insects and plants that we dread to go near, Are just like a naughty boy; Who makes a ridiculous raving and rant, “I will and I won’t, and I shall and I shan’t,” Who wildly behaves to his mother and aunt And does all he can to annoy. CURRENT HISTORY TOLD IN CARTOONS THE THINKER (From the New York Evening World.) WHAT A SHEEP DID A square of railings round a well, in an empty field and a deserted avenue of trees are all
and giggle, He gently may smile, but not noisily laugh; Nor fidget about and reach over and wriggle, Nor must he expect wine and porter to quarrel. And the horror of grown-ups when a boy asserts his will is to be found in these lines: The flood and the storm that with horror we hear, Ferocious birds and wild beasts that cause hatred and fear, Vile insects and plants that we dread to go near, Are just like a naughty boy; Who makes a ridiculous raving and rant, “I will and I won’t, and I shall and I shan’t,” Who wildly behaves to his mother and aunt And does all he can to annoy. CURRENT HISTORY TOLD IN CARTOONS THE THINKER (From the New York Evening World.) WHAT A SHEEP DID A square of railings round a well, in an empty field and a deserted avenue of trees are all that remain today of the bid made two hundred years ago by the little English town of Witham in Essex to rival Bath and Cheltenham as a fashionable watering place. Dr. Taverner, a physician of the 18th Century was responsible for the making of the bid. He noticed the medicinal properties of the water coming from a well outside the town and he wrote a long book to urge the claims of Witham as a spa. He realized that the town would derive more prosperity if visitors came to take the water than if it were sent to them. Accordingly, he proved that the water of the spring was so volatile that it could not possibly be bottled. The town followed his lead. A pump-room was built and a large ballroom. Visitors began to come, and an avenue of trees was planted under which the fine ladies and gentlemen might walk after they had taken the waters. Witham was to become a centre of fashion. Visitors became fewer, however, after the first rush of the curious, and died away almost to nothing. Witham began to realize that as a spa it was a failure. The ball-room was pulled down and
properties of the water coming from a well outside the town and he wrote a long book to urge the claims of Witham as a spa. He realized that the town would derive more prosperity if visitors came to take the water than if it were sent to them. Accordingly, he proved that the water of the spring was so volatile that it could not possibly be bottled. The town followed his lead. A pump-room was built and a large ballroom. Visitors began to come, and an avenue of trees was planted under which the fine ladies and gentlemen might walk after they had taken the waters. Witham was to become a centre of fashion. Visitors became fewer, however, after the first rush of the curious, and died away almost to nothing. Witham began to realize that as a spa it was a failure. The ball-room was pulled down and the pump-room was suffered to fall into disrepair. Eventually, an inquisitive sheep, wandering into the pump-room, fell into the well and choked it. THE MAN OF THE DAY THE WOMAN OF THE DAY BOOKS. FATHER F. H. SILL When it was announced that a crew from the Kent School in the Berkshire Hills of New England would sail for England early in June to race Eton and enter the Henley Regatta, the news was heralded. No American preparation had ever taken part in a contest of the first array. New York reporters flocked from New York to Kent (Connecticut) to study the athletic methods and programme of a school which had already beaten the Columbia freshman crew and two light Harvard crews. “Feature writers,” so-called, intrigued by talk among educators about “the Kent ideal,” went there to get “copy.” Both types of visitors had surprises in store for them. Accustomed to educational institutions in which athletics took precedence over studies, the sporting experts were prepared to view an institution which was sport-mad. To their surprise, the contrary was the case. Athletics did not play too great a part in the students’ lives. Further, there were no paid athletic coaches. Further,
the Berkshire Hills of New England would sail for England early in June to race Eton and enter the Henley Regatta, the news was heralded. No American preparation had ever taken part in a contest of the first array. New York reporters flocked from New York to Kent (Connecticut) to study the athletic methods and programme of a school which had already beaten the Columbia freshman crew and two light Harvard crews. “Feature writers,” so-called, intrigued by talk among educators about “the Kent ideal,” went there to get “copy.” Both types of visitors had surprises in store for them. Accustomed to educational institutions in which athletics took precedence over studies, the sporting experts were prepared to view an institution which was sport-mad. To their surprise, the contrary was the case. Athletics did not play too great a part in the students’ lives. Further, there were no paid athletic coaches. Further, it was unlike any school they had ever seen. The students, whatever the financial status of their parents, wore the same clothes and were treated with the same respect. Their parents, lived simply looked after their own rooms, took turns at waiting on table, and paid no fixed tuition fee—only what their parents could afford to give. No Publicity Wanted. The strangest feature of all was that the school desired no publicity. And because of that desire, the outside world sought eagerly to give it as much publicity as possible. The personality of its founder and headmaster, Dr. Frederick Herbert Sill, attracted most of the attention. Thousands know him as Father Sill, for he is a member of the Episcopal Order of the Holy Cross, whose white habit and cowl he always wears—in chapel and in classroom, on the ice rink when he is teaching young players of hockey how to shoot goals, and on the placid Housatonic River when he is coaching struggling oarsmen to row as he learned rowing when he was coxswain of a victorious Columbia University crew. When Father Sill started the Kent School more than twenty years ago there was only a farmhouse on the
what their parents could afford to give. No Publicity Wanted. The strangest feature of all was that the school desired no publicity. And because of that desire, the outside world sought eagerly to give it as much publicity as possible. The personality of its founder and headmaster, Dr. Frederick Herbert Sill, attracted most of the attention. Thousands know him as Father Sill, for he is a member of the Episcopal Order of the Holy Cross, whose white habit and cowl he always wears—in chapel and in classroom, on the ice rink when he is teaching young players of hockey how to shoot goals, and on the placid Housatonic River when he is coaching struggling oarsmen to row as he learned rowing when he was coxswain of a victorious Columbia University crew. When Father Sill started the Kent School more than twenty years ago there was only a farmhouse on the site. The farmhouse is still there but many school buildings are clustered about it. None of the frequent scholastic boasts about growth are made, however, in prospectuses. The school was founded because Father Sill felt that there were too many educational institutions which suggested luxury rather than simplicity. Father Sill is fifty-three years old and of American Colonial stock on both sides. At Columbia, he was prominent both as student and athlete, editing the college paper, The Spectator, in addition to serving as coxswain of the crew. After graduation, he entered the General Theological Seminary and received his degree in 1898. In that year he became an Episcopal deacon and in the following year a priest. In 1900 he became a member of the Episcopal Order of the Holy Cross, a “high church” order devoted to teaching and mission work. Then he founded the school. BOOKS MISS NORA BAYES Nora Bayes—the mother. That is undeniably a new part to attach to the perennially young American star who says herself that she has been “on the stage since the Revolution.” Miss Bayes has probably made more vaudeville audiences laugh than any other woman in America; she sang to more soldiers in
is fifty-three years old and of American Colonial stock on both sides. At Columbia, he was prominent both as student and athlete, editing the college paper, The Spectator, in addition to serving as coxswain of the crew. After graduation, he entered the General Theological Seminary and received his degree in 1898. In that year he became an Episcopal deacon and in the following year a priest. In 1900 he became a member of the Episcopal Order of the Holy Cross, a “high church” order devoted to teaching and mission work. Then he founded the school. BOOKS MISS NORA BAYES Nora Bayes—the mother. That is undeniably a new part to attach to the perennially young American star who says herself that she has been “on the stage since the Revolution.” Miss Bayes has probably made more vaudeville audiences laugh than any other woman in America; she sang to more soldiers in the camps of the United States during the war period than any other comedienne. Yet she is ever the flashing Nora, of the voluptuous figure, the hearty, jovial manner, the bubbling humor, the ready wit. But Nora Bayes—the mother. That is different again. Miss Bayes is some three thousand miles from her brood of three, fortunate youngsters who were but waifs until she sought them out in their scattered homes. Popular in Paris, Miss Bayes in Paris is equally as popular as in New York. When she arrived two weeks ago she was surrounded by friends who wished to entertain her, by men and women anxious to solicit her aid for charitable affairs. The other night she sang at a gala for the Charité Maternelle; in a few days she sings again at the Hôtel Ritz for the benefit of the Phare de France. She leaves soon to open her London season at the Alhambra. But it is not of her personal, social or stage triumphs that Miss Bayes likes to talk. It is only of her three adopted children, of Norton’s soft brown eyes and winning ways, of Leah’s quickly-learned French, of tiny Peter’s piano solos. It is a