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THE BOSTON DAILY GLOBE MONDAY, NOVEMBER 8. 1951 Fifteen A NEW ERA OF SNIFTING Cognac Fumes Produce Cure Ji 1 QiviV ll inn i 0. JONES By VICTOR Ah, there's good news today! And where does this good news Come from? It comes from the French Na Irish Hurling Team Shows Lethal Style in Boston tional Association of Cognac Producers in the firm of a hand-out from their tub (or should I say cask) thumpers in New York. And I quote: "Elderly people employed in the distilleries of Cognac, France, sav thpv i i i hw- I I i I' I "I I I V. seldom suffer from bronchial ills during the Winter.

They say the aroma from tha cognac vats and sacks acts as a preventive." Coming at- this time, when the bronchial season is just opening again hereabouts, this is news likely to be -welcome, not only in medical centers, but by the average bronchial sufferer. would be shut off from the more common uses of Cognac. This announcement of the French National Association of Cognac Producers may lead to undreamed of developments. Will the homes of the future, located in bronchial belts, have cognac fume dispensers built into the air conditioning and heating system? Will hospitals pipe in the fumes the way they're now equipped for oxygen, gas and other specifics? And since cognac is pretty expensive, will the scientists work out a way' of recapturing the fumes and using them over and over again? And if cognac work to hold down bronchial ailments, what about Armagnac or Calvados, which are also French brandies but from- different districts? What, from that matter about Spanish brandy and Greek brandy? Will medical research prove that Calvados emanations are good for the sinus, that the gaseous outgivings of Spanish brandy are. good for hay fever, and that the Dreath of the Greek stuff is good for some particular virus? For that matter, it may develop that the fumes from native whiskys are first-rate preventives for these or other human afflictions.

Indeed this may mean a whole new era for the world's distillers an age when their liquid product in bottles will be secondary to their gaseous product sold in king-size tanks or the handy portable container, both with individual, sanitary, replaceable nose-pieces attached. Caution: Use only as directed. "Of course spirits traditionally have been associated with cures AT rolHs Tint in mantinn.cnutra a.wy tnuitiuu D.iuni? Dues ana almost everything else. -But until now these spirits were "generally taken internally. This is the first time that anyone has suggested that sniffing cognac would keep you free from bronchial ills.

The snifter glasses -tr- A. 4 wmca some people- nave oiten fancied when taking cognac did, indeed, lead to a certain amount 'rtac1 eventually was consumed 1 l- .1 -t uiruuii uie mouui, not me nose, It Li cheering to hear that sim ply breathing the stuff has a salutory effect on bronchial sufferers, because some bronchial SITTING IN WITH TED ASHBY (SUB Photo by Uurnc T. Welch) The Fastidious Champion IT ISN'T CRICKET And it isn't for the faint of heart, either, this ancient game called hurling. Called the fastest game on earth' (hockey's played on ice) hurling proved its point at Fenway Park where the Cork All Ireland Champions rolled over the All Amer ican team, 37 to 28. Here Steve O'Brien (left foreground) breaks up scoring attempt by Joe Fitzpatrick of the Americans.

The sticks are called camans and are wielded like lacrosse bats. If a player occasionally gets clubbed, it's just part of the game. -THE CHAMPION, Maron never could have understood how come the cupboard was bare when Old Mother Hubbard sought a bone for her dog. The coffee-colored, 3-year-old French Poodle simply doesn't know how tough things can get. His owners, Betty and Otis Hall of Hingham, iiavej kept the seamier side of life from him.

pMta ''WMU At National Council of Catholic Women's Boston Convention IN ONE of the garages at Clear hours. The Halls drive over to View, the Hall estate, of which Providence, or to Dartmouth, and spend the time with friends. he is the sole occupant, Maron Glace is surounded by his grooming table, playthings, glass-doored cabinets containing his ribbons and trophies, a bed of cedar shavings which has a washable, removable canopy. MARON GLACE is no snob, though. He doesnt- go around with his nose in the air, or lead stray dogs to his trophy cabinets.

He is as affable with hobo canines as he is with other show dogs. Perhaps one of these days, a tramp mongrel will escort him on a tour of garbage cans to broaden SEEMINGLY the champion has deep respect for law and order. When his owners dine out, they leave the auto with these instructions: "Mind the car." Maron Glace strikes a grim pose, maintains it. until they return with a light lunch for him. Should they forget the vittals, the champ complains bitterly.

PLAINLY, it is difficult to ascertain whether the dog has any political preferences. There is just one clew. Among his two or three favorite playthings is an elephant. He trots around the premises with it. But-it is impossible to know whether it is a lope of triumph or whether he just hasn't found a suitable spot to dispose of it.

THE CHAMP- eats "just about anything the Halls like. Chicken, steak, lobster, lamb. He does his part for agriculture by demanding- a great deal of milk. There is one item in his diet over which he is adament. Insists on a pound of walnuts a week.

Shells them as neatly as a squirrel. The squirrels are astounded. air 1 I I rrcvl 1 hi' i. 4 '(. kxj his education.

A MONTH the champ takes a ride to Pawtucket, R. with and Mrs. Hall. As much as a week before the trip, one or the. other will Jiave.

said him: "You are going to see Cecil," Instantly Maron Glace will start behaving as joyfully as a penguin that has just spotted Adm Byrd. CECIL is the woman who f-pnrfpre thp phamn trtnertriallv and pharmaceutical perfect. He Vein Viaimnt manionra Viae Vtie teeth, ears and eyes cleaned. The full treatment takes three Odd Items From Everywhere Motorcycle Patrolman Richard A T5cf af iacf COUNCIL OFFICERS AT CATHEDRAL National leaders of Council of Catholic PRETTY USHERS Among the Greater Boston girls ushering at last nights first Women Hoy Cross Cathedral are tQ right Mrs wmiam Daltonf Portlandf general meeting of the National Council of Catholic Women convention were these nationai president; Dr. Cecilia MacGovern, Brookline, Boston archdiocesan head; Mrs.

students at Mt. St. Joseph's Academy, Brighton. Left to right are Sally Denvir, Ellen Michael Gevaci, Cleveland, first vice president Mrs. Enrico Liberta, San Antonio, Mary Costa) Judith Bresnehan and Sheila Murphy.

6econd vice president; Mrs. George McCalpin, St. Louis, third vice president. Hodkins of New Haven, came across an unusual situation while checking on overtime park Country Diary Not Treasure, but Strawberries It was a black and windy night out on Cape Ann. The man worked by the flickering light of a sputtering kerosene lantern as he dug in the ground.

He stopped digging after a few minutes and went away carrying a bulging brown paper bag under one arm. He brought bag to Boston with him next morning. There, he was met by another man who asked: "Did'ja bring the stuff, Joe?" Joe answered: "Yes, it's here in the bag. Careful how you plant it, now." With this warning, the other man left." That ing violations. A vehicle bearing a sign on' the windshield was parked alongside a neglected park To Twillingate and Such-ii An Oppressed People Found Jiaven in N.

E. ing meter near at. Raphael Hospital. The notice on the car win-dow read: "Having a Baby." Four-year-old Cfeorge Freeland tion of any new structure, and the bay, was to be our next call and still is romping around after swallowing a 1 ft-inch. nail in Hoi By WILLARD deLUE ABOARD SS.

GLENCOE-At 7 in the morning of our second day on the Newfoundland northeast coast I came on deck to find the Glencoe steaming into King's Cove, on the westerly side of Bonavista miles to the railroad were ranged all along the low shore at the bottom of the bay; yellow houses, the favored color of the outports. So they had a cheery look. With the morning sun on them every little cottage beamed at us like a child lywood, Calif. A doctor, using X-rays, has been watching the progress of the nail as it passes, point down, through his body. an hour or so we were traversing a passage between the lighthouse-island of Little Denier and the bold height of Broomclose Head, on a shore like the coast of Maine high, rocky, wooded almost to the water's edge, and set with islands.

nigm, ne was many nuies away from Cape Ann on the South Shore of Massachusetts Bay and he, was working with a Mr. and Mrs. Alfred R. Berard tunately struck." Glencoe went to jthe bottom of Ramea, in Hermi-'tage Bay, but was raised and soon put back into service. I I "How big a village is Flat Island?" I asked one of the men of I that place who was among our 'passengers.

"About 700," said he, but then he explained that there weren't actually that many living there. "One time it was a big fishing village." said he, "but now most of the men are working at the American bases i onH enmp arp ar Grwwp Bav of Worcester, who observed their cutting of wood. Even in the late 1700's a settler was berated for having dared build a fence, new dwellings were destroyed, even the use of wood for fires was banned. Fishermen of the controlling companies were brought out in Spring to the "stations of which Salvage was one) and were carried home again when the Summer fishing was ended. with a well-scrubbed face.

It was just 10 when we tied up at Eastport wharf, and in no time we were off again for Flat Island, epaae in we ugm ui imuunciy'S flashlight. He Was "planting the 64th wedding anniversary recently, have six" children, 12 grand A litle village was tucked In Peninsula. I'd been told, in the-previous evening, when we were tied up at Catalina on the east side, that we were there "for the But Summer nights are short in Newfoundland. We'd got under way soon after 3, and having made a 30-mile run around Cape Bona- children and 18 great-grandchildren. Mr.

Berard retired 14 years ago after 52 years of service with behind Broomclose. "Salvage," said one of the men. He pronounced it Sal-VAGE, a name that goes back to the 1600 when the "Fishing Admirals" ruled Newfoundland or tried to. a car manufacturing company. Iseven miles away.

Nearer and nearer came the cliffs of Ship "We run close here." said the "mate. "There are rocks, further jout." I Although horse and buggy airfield in Labrador and the new copper-mine development there. stun inai ooe naa Drougm nun. What's this all about? Nothing much except that Joe Glass brought us in a mess of his wonderful everbearing strawberry plants and we heeled in same when we -got home, hoping against hope that they'll still be in transplantable condition when week-end rolls around. Nothing sinister about it at all, unless Joe has a few nematodes in there along with the plants.

EARL BANNER. NU'' vis' (as seafarers call her) had come a. into island-studded Bonavista Bay it- self. transportation isn't what it used to be, Ed Knapp of Lawrence-burg, who manufactures pony carts and buggies, says business is getting better. Most of his sales are made to "gentlemen farmers" for use on their estates.

The "Admirals" were the rap-tains employed by powerful English shipping companies which, though slow to appreciate the importance of the Newfoundland fisheries, eventually sought to monopolize them. Eastport lay in a becutiful bay past the sheer cliffs of Cow Head. Cod traps were in the water along the bay shore, and men in small boats were out tending them. "But there isn't much fishing now," I was told by an Eastport man. "It's pnnH farming rnuntrv." said Yet from the deck I looked off.lages.

Seventy-five years ago the not to islands but to a steep hill You must know all about rocks when you navigate In Newfound- land, as the officers of the coastal I Meet all do. Even the Glencoe i herself knows something of them. way back in 1906, when she was on a run on the south coast, she had a little adventure. Her skipper was a Capt Drake, "Capt wrote the explor-'er-hunter-artist John G. lillais.

"You're from Boston, are you?" "Yes," said 1. "There are many Flat Island families in Boston, and near it," he said. "I have an aunt in Sau-gus," Everywhere you go in Newfoundland you'll find those ties with Boston and all New England. They are the oldest ties of all. Kings Cove population was set at elf se to 600.

Twenty years ago it was 345. What it is now I don't side along Kings Cove. Six or seven houses were on the hillside. Two had their windows boarded. DENNIS THE MENACE By Hani Ketcham "When I was a boy," said a 'my cabinmate.

Harry Howlett of St. John's. "They ship potatoes, cabbages, turnips and such things." (But Newfoundland farmers are They influenced the adoption of trade regulations prohibiting immigration, treated the perhaps 2000 English settlers there in the middle 1600's as interlopers; blocked establishment of regular government so that their captains could rule with an iron hand; forbade new settlements, the erec handicapped by a short, cool growing season.) young man who stood near me, "there were 50 homes along there." His name was Devine, and he and his two boys were on a holiday from their home in St. John's. They were going ashore here to visit relatives in the area.

7F who sailed on the Glencoe the (next year, "knew every submerged rock on the south coast, save one, and that one he unfor- know. For years there wasn't a decent living in the fisheries, and there was a steady trickle of emigration to the States. Then in recent times the men went off to get a good day's pay at the various American air and naval bases in Newfoundland. The old-time "ushing Admirals knew about them. Beports sent to England in the 1600 told that the few unwanted The houses 01 town whence, Dy the way, a road runs back 20 nt Kowfnimriland were being supplied with provisions by Across the cove were two big New Jtngiana trading vessels auu iiso witn rum.

iew tiigiaiiu dehauchine" the people, it was charged. And this contact wun new trig- buildings on piles. One was tumbling down. 'It was a fish-storage plant," Capt Elliott said. "What happened?" "They gave it up," said he.

land was also causing many a fisherman to quit the ill-paying nf ihm FncrlUh rnmnanips. "My -father lives on Whiton Dorchester," he said. A great white church' was on the slope above us, facing the morning sun a big, beautiful church, and then there was another downshore a way, near a group of homes. "That big one is the Catholic church," said Devine. "The other is the Church of England." Close to the nearer church was and sailing off to New England where hed get a decent That flow of immigration has never stopped, though our restrictions of recent years slowed it down.

Great was the bustle on Kings v.llnir tun.tlnrv KrhnnlhntiKe. jmnrieri am-S-r nff the shel Cove wnarl as a smau miscellaneous cargo was landed. "My, but you're in a wonderful rush this morning." a man called out to our first mate, Mr. Day. "We've got to get someplace to sleep tonight," said Day.

Soon we'll be getting in among the islands, where it isn't too good to be traipsing around in the dark Nearly all Newfoundland schools are church schools, though teaching is maintained by public funds. There'd certainly be a Church of England school around somewhere. "That irhnol." sard Devine. look tered back side of Flat Island settlement, for there was no depth of water to permit docking. Tbn island seemed to be nothing but ieck.

A Church of England hniifttns stood above some fish. houses at the rocky shore. There fit iRiiy mui ing at the yellow building on the ii you can avoid ii. slope, "used to De nuea. ana we used to be filled, too.

was a meetinghouse or tne urutea Church on another bare knoll. rt the mail ashore by th t.r.l. hMl- email rt.nwpr-hoat "Now there are only 14 children jin scnooi nere. Between mc iwu of them Catholic and Church of Once we left Kings Cove we'd have put the older and more settled part of Newfoundland behind us, and there'd be only the remote villages, mostly dependent upon the seaways to link them with the outside world. England." Tf all nart ctnr-ff that 1 1 1 came to get passengers and freight Then it was up-anchor, and away for St Brendan's.

NEXT A one-religion village. nd something about Newfound i land churches and schools. had heard before and was to hear acrain th etnrv n1 til shrinkin2 i SHIP ISLAND HEAD, 'en route from Eastport to Flat Island. bet you'll be glad to get home and put on your old clothes, tool" Eastport, about 20 miles up the 'populations of the old fishing vil-.