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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT. JAN. 10, 1957 Made Fortune By Talking Day Off A dignified man placed his hands on little Bernard Barurh's head. His sensitive fingers felt the ridges and undulations He turned to Barney's mother. "Madam," he said, "your son may be a fine classical scholar, but his tvead indicates that he is a financial genius. Train him either lor finance or politics." That interview with the r!"e-nologist sealed the fate of young Baruch. Today, at the age of eighty-five, he is one of the richest men in the world, his fortune being estimated at up to $75,000,000. At eleven he was stubby, fat and nicknamed "Bunch" by the lads in his street who ran their fingers up the back of his head as he passed. This riled him. but he took boxing lessons and lost both his fat and his quick temper, for it's easier to be calm when you can meet personal insults with a handy left hook. So good was he with his hands that Bob Fitzsimmons, the fighter, advised him to take up hexing as a profession. But as he could speak French and German fluently, and read Latin, Greek and Hebrew, he put his name down for West Point. One deaf ear, however, pre^pnted him from becoming a soldier. Then his mother remembered the phrenologist's advice and got her son into a Wall Street firm where his job was to convert dollars into foreign currency. Soon he could beat the calculator machines! As routine work irked him he trekked to Colorado and,, during the summer of 1890, dug ore in a mine shaft. Then with his savings he bought shares in an adjacent mine and thought he was en the road to riches. But the ore was so bad that the mine closed down and he* learned his first lesson--never buy first and investigate later. That autumn, almost broke, he returned to Wall Street as a $5 a week broker's clerk, filling inkwells, running errands and studying the markets. He had such a brain for figures that ether clerks found it saved time to ask him rather than look up the answers. Unlike them, he pored over law books, studied bookkeeping and became so useful to his firm that soon he was earning five times his starting salary. Meanwhile, he had met a pretty girl, and asked his boss to .i.ble saJarj "No," answer, "but will you accept a junior partnership instead, which en last year's figures means at least $30 a week?" Baruch accepted--it was a good wage in those days. Later, with an inborn shrewdness and intuition, he calculated that the U.S. Congress would not cut the sugar tariff; he gambled en it and made $100,000. With $95,000 he bought a seat on the Kew York Stock Exchange. Next year, while holidaying in Kew Jersey, his partner 'phoned to say that Commodore Schley had destroyed the Spanish fleet at Santiago Bay. The market was elosed, for it was the long weekend of July 4th, and he knew that when business began it ■would go mad. So he hired a locomotive and a single coach and dashed to New York. As the »ffice was locked, he lifted his •on through a small window to let him in from the Inside. Then he telephoned the tip to the firm's customers and cabled London to buy American stocks the moment the London Stock Exchange opened. On Monday stocks surged up and he made a bundle. Once, Baruch made a lot of money by accident. It was when tig financiers were fighting for control of Northern Pacific Railroad. Baruch bought as stocks were rising, but knew that the stock he was buying was unsound and intended selling the next day. In the morning his mother 'phoned and said sternly, "Bernard, have you forgotten what day it is?" It was Yom Kippur, on which no orthodox Jew may transact business. Yet if Baruch did not sell, he would be ruined when prices fell-. "I expect you to stay at home," said his mother. "All right, Mother," he prom- Had he been able to use the 'phone cn Yom Kippur he would have mat"e a few thousands; as it was, shares kept rising and through no skill of his own he netted $750,000. By the time he was thirty-two he was worth a million dollars for every year of his life. When he became a multi-millionaire he bought a 10,000-acre estate, well stocked with deer, wild turkey, duck, quail and other game. Here the famous visited him, and once an admiral who was possibly the worst marksman since the invention of the shotp;un, spent a week firing hundreds of rounds without hitting anything. Then a guide led him to a tree and pointed to an enormous tur-kev perched on a branch. The admiral let fly. Down thumped the bird, but when he ran to it in triuronh he saw a card tied to its neck. On it was written: "With the compliments of Bernard M. Baruch." Baruch knows how to turn everything to profit; even deafness. His deaf aid has a secret cat-off switch. Asked what he thought of one politician, renowned as a bore, he chuckled: "I've heard nothing he's said to me since 1935." /Money, as such, means nothing to him. "You can't eat it." he says, "and when you have enough, the remainder is merely a liability." He gives away immense sums, and for years has done government work without pay. Once he gave a million dollars to the Red Cross and no one knew of the gift for more than twenty-five years. But he has such a genius for making money that he has little fear of poverty. "Right up to the day they put the coffin lid on me," he says with a grin, "I'll always have a dollar more than I need." PERFECT ANSWER. Although there are many centenarians ' living to-day in the United States, it's said that a clerk in an employment bureau in New York was astounded when she noticed reentry the figures 110 and 107 in the spaces reserved for "Age of Father, if living" and "Age of Mother, if living" on the document which had been handed in by an applicant for work. "Haven't you made a mistake?" asked the surprised clerk. "Surely your parents aren't that old?" "No," replied the applicant, "but they would be--if living." GUESS WHO? That clown in the center is none other than tough guy Jimmy Cagney, made up for his role of Lon Chaney, in "The Man of a Thousand Faces". Visiting him on the set in Hollywood are actors Jimmy Stewart, left, in costume for "Night Passage" and Orson Welles, complete with plastic nose for his ranch-baron role in "Pay the Devil". 12 INJURED IN TRAIN DERAILMENT - This was 1he scene after a New Havei senger train jumped the tracks, injuring at least 12 persons. The train v treal from New York. Jail--Bards Francois Villon, King of the Beggars of Paris, was also a thief and a poet. A good example of his modern imitators comes from the U.S.A. where a gang of chicken thieves, after raiding the local chicken houses, left behind a hen and a rooster in each, with the note: We steal from the rich We steal from the poor, We leave this pair So you can raise some more! Many sweet lines have been-written in prison. It was while he was jailed that Oscar Wilde wrote his famous "Ballad of Reading Gaol." Charles Peace, who had a taste for versifying, devoted some of his spare time in prison to writing hymns and even composed his epitaph. Let's hope that his hymns were of better quality than another prison epic: 0 who can tell the pains I feel A poor and harmless sailor. 1 miss my grog and every meal-- Here comes the blooming jailor! A case which attracted much medical interest concerned the finding of two bodies in a lake. By some property in the water the bodies were extremely well preserved. The advice of an expert from the medical faculty Of a certain university was sought by the police. The professor's students gleefully recorded their chief's interest in the c with: Two bodies found in lonely mere-Converted into adipocere. Harvey, when called in to see 'em Said. "Just what I need for my Carpets of Moss The country around offered a scene very uncommon and to us quite new. The moss on which the reindeer feeds covers the whole ground, which is flat and only skirted by hills at some distance; but these hills also are clothed with this moss. The colour of the moss is a pale yellow, which, when dry, changes to white: the regularity of its shape, and the uniform manner in which the surface of the ground is decked with it, appears very singular and striking: it has the semblance of a beautiful carpet. These plants grow in a shape nearly octagonal, and approaching to a circle: and as they closely join each other, they form a kind of mosaic work or embroidery. The white appearance of the country, which thence arises, may for a moment make you imagine that the ground is covered with snow; but the idea of a winter scene is done away by the view of little thickets in full green, which you perceive scattered here and there, and still more by the presence Of the sun and the warmth of his rays. As this moss is very dry, nothing can possibly be more pleasant to walk upon nor can there be anything softer to serve as a bed. Its cleanness and whiteness is tempting to the sight, and when we had put up Our tent, we found ourselves in every respect very comfortably lodged. I had many times before met with this moss, but in no place had I found it so rich. It was the only produce here, which nature seemed to favour and support: no other herb was growing near it, nor any other vegetable on the spot, except a few birch trees, with their underwood, and some firs, dispersed on a hill by the river side. All these seemed to vegetate with difficulty, as if deprived of nourishment by the moss, and appeared withering and stunted. Some trees, indeed, which grow very near the water, had the appearance of being in a flourishing state, perhaps owing to the moisture they derived from the river: but, in short, this moss appeared to be the royal plant, which ruled absolute over the vegetable kingdom of the coun- TABLE TALKS ckrve Andrews. According to Kipling there are "nine-and-forty way of constructing tribal lays," and I'm sure there are at least that many recipes for making pancakes, flapjacks or whatever you like to call them. But here's a kind that were new to me, until recently -- a Danish variety that I'm sure you'll find well worth the little extra trouble of making them. At least once during the Christmas season we have aebleskiver. They are the little round Danish pancake balls that are delicious with jelly and butter. The whole family endorses them as a breakfast treat; and they are equally good for afternoon or evening refreshments, served with jam or fruit and a beverage. Perhaps the custom came to us through a San Fransisco boarding house where my landlady used to prepare these delectable morsels during the holidays. But my appreciation for them goes back even farther than that. My Danish school friends introduced them to me, writes Evelyn Jensen in The Christian Science Monitor. ■ Once I remember visiting a friend while she was baking the pancake balls. Fascinated, I watched her carefully > grease each depression in the aebleskiver pan, then fill each three-fourths full of batter. She waited until bubbles appeared on the surface, then with two forks flipped each ball so it could cook on the other side. "Are they hard to turn?" I asked. "You can try the next batch," she asked. With some trepidation I took the forks. My movements were clumsy, but I got them over. Not only that, mine came out almost as fine and round as hers. Her young brother stared at me in amazement, "Why, you can do it, too!" We all laughed, but I must confess that up until that moment I'd shared his conviction that turning aebleskiver was an exclusive Dankh accomplishment. Right then I made a decision. An aebleskiver pan try, and distributed its bounty and influence amongst a particular race of men and animals. -- From "Travels Through Sweden, Finland, and Lapland, to the North Cape," by Joseph Acerbi. would be included in my future household equipment! An indeed it is. We purchased our from our local hardware dealer during the early years of our marriage. Mine is cast iron, which keeps a steady heat, and has seven depressions. As in baking regular pancakes, the pan is ready when drops of water bounce on its surface, or when it just barely begins to smoke. It mustn't be too hot. A mixture of half butter and half lard is used to grease the depressions. I keep it warm in a flat - bottomed aluminum measuring cup and dip it out with a teaspoon as needed. Knitting needles will turn the balls as well as sharp forks. If you want to be sure there is no uncooked dough in the centre, test with a knitting needle or cake tester. Experience will soon teach you when they are BE you arc wondering about pronunciation, it's abe-la-skeev- er, with the accent on the first syllable. (Or at least that't about as close as mos.t of us can get.) Even if you resort to calling them "dingle berries," a* some of our friends do, you'll enjoy them! Here are three of our favorite batters. AEBLESKIVER Separate 6 eggs. Beat the whites until stiff Fut the yolks into anothei bowl and beat slightly Sift together 3 cups sifted bread flout 4 teaspoons baking powder 2 tablespoons sugar 1 teaspoon salt. Add the dry ingredients to the yolks alternately with 2 cups milk and 2 tablespoons melted butter Fold in the beaten white. (I usually halve this recipe" for mj family of four.) AEBLESKIVER WITH SOUR MILK 3 cups sifted flour 3 teaspoons baking powdei 1/2 teaspoon baking soda Va teaspoon salt. Sift into t bowl. Add Vz cup sour milk or buttermill 2 tablespoons cream or melted butter. Start stirring. Add IV2 cups of sweet milk ct enough to make a batter th« conisistency of waffle battel Flevor with 1 teaspoon lemon extract A little nutmeg Add 3 egs, beaten light, the Jasl thing. AEBLESKIVER WITH YEAST Heat 2 cups rich milk to luke- Grumble into this one yeast Add 1 tablespoon sugar }/2 teaspoon salt 1 cup sifted flour. Beat. Then add, one at a time, beating between additions 4 eggs Add 1 cup more of flour. Beat Let rise about 2 hours before baking . Any of these recipes may ce varied by adding lemon, nut- . meg, or cardamon. Currants, seedless raisins, small cubes ol raw apple, or bits of cooked prune may be dropped into ezch individual section just befcre turning the pancake balls. BOY AND HIS HERO-Three-year-cId Alex Carroll, Jr., is probably too young to appreciate his luck, but he knows grownups are making a fuss over "Bubbie," his pet mongrel. Alex, tco lightly clad for winter temperatures, wandered down to Bull-skin Run, a creek near his home. He fell in, but FKubbie's barking had moved a neighbor, Mrs. Howard Bush,to keep an eye on him. She ran to the creek, pulled out the blue-cold youngster, took him home and dried him out. He was none 1he worse for the accident. NEHRU WELCOMED TO WHITE HOUSE - India's Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru is greeted by President Eisenhower outside the White House. At left is Nehru's daughter, Mrs. Indira Gandi, and Mrs. Eisenhower.