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Show ADVENTURERS' CLUB j 1 HEADLINES FROM THE UVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YO U R S E L F I "Turpentine and a Brick" TTELLO EVERYBODY: Everybody has his own recipe for Adventure. Here's the favorite one of Mary Doner of 247 Park Ave., New York City. Take one brick and a cupful of turpentine. Cook the brick over a hot fire for twenty minutes. Pour the turpentine turpen-tine over it and serve. Does that sound appetizing? Well stick around a few minutes while old Francois Gibbons, the Franco-Fenian maestro of the skillet and the soup ladle, juggles the pans around a bit and dishes you out a plateful hot from the kitchen of Old Lady Adventure's hash house. And before we go any farther I want to tell you that the very aroma of this delectable delect-able dish 1(1 PTinnoli frt rv.ili-i a Vm..t.A I don't know what it will do to you but here's the tale of how It affected Mary Doner. About 10 years ago, Mary and her husband lived in Maplewood, N. J., and horseback riding is a popular sport out in that neck of the woods. They kept a bunch of saddle horses for their own amusement and since experienced grooms were impossible to get at the salary they could afford to pay, they were forced to employ green hands in the stable. Rex Was a High-Strung Thoroughbred. That worked out pretty well, though, for what the green stable hands lacked in knowledge and experience, Mary made up with her own. Mary was born on a ranch in California and had grown up with horses. Rex went crazy as the flames shot up. Horses were her favorite brand of animal, and she spent a great deal of her time in the stable seeing that they were well taken care of and not neglected in any way. Among the other horses was one, Rex, who was the apple of Mary's eye. He was a high-strung thoroughbred, but as gentle as a kitten. "It always gave me a thrill," says Mary, "to hear Rex's greeting every time he saw me. I gave him twice the care and attention that I gave any of the other horses. He was clever almost human in his intelligence." And Rex's cleverness Is to take an Important part tn our story. He wajs kept in a large box stall, and before long he learned to put his head over the top of the door and push back the bolt with his nose. Mary had to have the bolt put down at the bottom of the door to keep him from getting out, wandering into the feed room, and probably foundering himself. Remember that bolt. Remember that it's way down at the bottom of the door, out of reach of anyone inside. That low-set bolt caused a lot of trouble. Stableman Bolted the Door. But of course that hot brick with the turpentine sauce was the principal prin-cipal cause of it all. This is the place where the brick and the turpentine come into the story. Rex had a cold and, try as she would, Mary couldn't seem to check It. She called in a veterinary and he gave her some medicine for Rex. "And another thing you might try," he said, "is this. Heat a brick, pour soma turpentine over it, and let the vapor get up his nostrils." Mary told the stableman to heat a brick. He did a good job of it. He brought the brick out to her red hot. And Mary put that brick on a shovel and went into Rex's stall. As she went in she closed the door and the stableman bolted it. The stableman had a bucket of turpentine and, from the outside out-side of the stall he poured it on the brick. He poured it on with a lavish hand. It was a case of too much ef everything. The brick had been heated too hot in the first place. There was too much turpentine in the second. The result was startling. The turpentine sizzled and filled the stall with a choking vapor. Rex began to get restive. Then, suddenly, the turpentine burst Into flame, and Rex went crazy. The flames shot up in the stall and so did Rex. He reared up on his hind legs and began pawing at the air. "And I," says Mary, "was in that stall. Up to that time it had seemed like a large stall to me. With this fear-maddened horse, 18 hands high, rearing and plunging about me, it seemed no bigger than a telephone booth. "The vapor started to rise in a thick cloud and I couldn't see the horse. I would catch glimpses of his pawing hoofs raised high in the air and would dodge away to keep out of his reach. But I couldn't move far, and the minute I got in one corner, the plunging, frantio horse would be coming my way again." Afraid to Drop Red-Hot Brick. All that time, Mary was holding the shoveL She didn't dare set it down, for the brick was red hot and the floor of the stall was covered with dry straw. Once the shovel with its blazing contents touched that straw the whole stable would go up in flames. And why didn't Mary just duck out the stall door? Well, there you have the bolt again. As soon as the flames started shooting up, the stableman had run away, in panic. The door, remember, was bolted I iuw uuwu uu uie uui&iue, ana iviary, wno is only live feet In height, couldn't reach down to it. All she could do was hang onto that blazing shovel, keep it away from the straw and wait. If she was lucky, the flames would die down eventually and Rex could be quieted. And if she wasn't lucky, she might get in the way of one of Rex's flying hoofs. Then she would go down. The shovel would go with her. The straw would Ignite, and that stable would become be-come a funeral pyre for some fine horses and. for Maryl It was the toughest spot Mary ever was in, but all Adventures come to an end eventually. After what seemed an eternity, the stableman came back and opened the door. Mary was out of the stall like a streak. "We repeated the treatment later," she says, "but this time the brick was not red hot, and I stayed outside the stall while the turpentine tur-pentine was being applied." Copyright WNU Service. |