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Suggested for adults: 18 ounces (about one loaf) of whole wheat a day, for carbo-lydrates; two-fifths of an ounce of salt, tor maintaining the water balance in body tissues; the same quantity of brewers' yeast, for vitamin B; one-twelfth of an ounce of cod-liver oil, for vitamin A; half a lemon twice weekly, for vitamin C. If two ounces of dried skim-milk powder are available, brewers' yeast can be omitted. Other corrections: growing children need more cod-liver oil and skim-milk powder than adults, but less salt. If lemons or oranges...
Meeting here during vacation, the National Council of Geography Teachers attempted to settle the Cape Cod controversy over the site of the landing of the Pilgrims...
...Norseman may have stayed in Greenland for a few weeks or several years. Eventually he embarked again, sailed westward through Hudson Strait into Hudson Bay, whose waters his party found teeming with cod and salmon, the shores abounding with caribou, musk ox, ducks, geese, loons. From the southern shore of Hudson Bay, they journeyed inland through a chain of lakes and rivers, finally started overland on an Indian portage which leads to Lake Superior. In Ontario, some two miles from a place now named Beardmore, the Norseman died or was killed by Indians. He was buried there with his sword...
...most famed of the Norse voyages was that of adventurous young Leif Ericsson ("Leif the Lucky") who started from Norway to Greenland in 1000 A.D., but-according to Historian William Hovgaard-"was driven far to the southwest, and finally made land on the coast of America, probably near Cape Cod. Leif sent out two Scotch runners to explore the country, and these men brought back grapes and some wheat-like grasses." Leif called his new country Vineland. Next year he sailed west again from Greenland, passed "Helluland" (probably Baffin Land), "Markland" (probably Nova Scotia), and came again to Vineland where...
...hear someone relate how he told the boss where to get off. Such wishful yarns are rarely believed but rarely challenged. A number of proletarian romances, realistic enough at first glance, have much the same ring about them. Latest is Cranberry Red, a story laid in a Cape Cod cranberry cannery and the surrounding bogs. The scenery is authentic and picturesque, the language lusty, the story lively. But the author puts too many over on the boss...