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MadeleinesA soft, small cake in the shape of a shell. Crisp on the outside and spongy on the inside. A french treat. Perfect for dipping in tea.

Ingredients:Two sticks of butterTwo cups of flourA cup of sugarA teaspoon of baking powderTwo eggsMadeleine MoldsOptional: Vanilla or Lemon essence

Set oven to 375. Strain the flour and the baking powder and add sugar. Melt butter and pour in along with eggs and vanilla. Fill molds half full and put into oven.

Sorry for the delay! Richard’s computer lost everything on it and we didn’t find out till a little while ago that we couldn’t get it back. We’ll try to make it up to you by making this issue especially good. Paul Egré’s interview is in here, along with an article on a new type of cat, animal of the week, Valda Langton’s ‘Ballad of a

Bed’, and much more. We lost all our photos so if you have any good photos that we might want, it would be great if you could e-mail them to us. Send

us anything, recipes, stories, poems, articles, even your latest school project. We’re counting on you!

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What’s New 22?:Hypoallergenic cat A new and exiting discovery has been made, changing lives across the world, it’s wonderful, it’s cute, and it sure is expensive! A Hypoallergenic cat is, in a few words a cat no one is allergic to. Scientists have been trying to do this for ages, and now this year, 2007, they have finally done it! I bet there is someone who is reading this article at this moment thinking, isn’t it great! I always wanted a cat, but am so allergic! But is it so great? Now, get ready for a shock, and I mean a big shock. I mean a really really big—Oh all right I’ll tell you. Deep Breath, on your marks get set...... are you sure you want to hear this? Drums are rolling...Ok, here goes... The average Hypoallergenic cat is 3,500 dollars. The waiting list is a few hundred people. Doesn’t that seem just the slightest bit unfair when you think about it? I mean, a cat from the pound is for free. You can get a lovely cat, great nature, beautiful, friendly, playful and

unloved and unwanted for absolutely nothing. If you didn’t get it on the other hand, after a while the pound would “dispose of it” and a lovely cat, just as good as the hypoallergenic ones, would be gone. Just because no one bothered to get a cat from the pound. Hypoallergenic cats are just another kind of cat really!

Well that’s the news from 22, see you next issue!

Book Report

Journey to the River SeaBy Eva Ibbotson

Journey to the River Sea is about an English, orphaned girl, Maia, who finds herself being taken to the Amazon to live with some relatives. The Carter family has twin girls and they own a rubber farm—or, should I say, what used to be a rubber farm. They have very little money, and what money they do have they spend on shipping in English canned food, and buying fancy new dresses and antique glass eyes for their father’s rather odd collection. So, the workers in the rubber farm leave one by one, and the Carters are getting poorer by the second. Maia, whose parents have left her quite a bit of money, provides the perfect chance for the Carters to get rich. The vast Amazon, the River Sea, seems so far away, until Maia and her governess, a tall, stern, hard lady, do and see things that they have never even imagined. With help from a secretive boy, Finn, they manage to see the true beauty of the River Sea. The Author puts together a plot no one else could think of as she takes us on a vast journey through the Amazon. The colors, the scenery, the picture, even the scent is so clear, you are suddenly in the soft swishing Amazon. It is a really beautiful book.

INTERVIEW WITH PAUL ÉGRÉ

Interviewed by Eleanor Holton.

EH: Hello Paul, how are you doing?

PE: I’m doing very well, thank you.

EH: So, you’re visiting us from France, how do you like it here?

PE: That’s right, I’m visiting from Paris. I like it very much. The weather is sunnier than France, and the people here are really charming. My host family is simply wonderful.

EH: I don’t know about that! So, why did you decide to come here?

PE: Hmm, that’s a good question. I decided to come here for several reasons. First of all I have always wanted to spend some time at MIT, where several friends and colleagues work, and do research. Then Danny Fox, (from linguistics) and I got a grant last year for an exchange between Paris and MIT.

EH: That must have been really exciting to get! Do you miss Paris much?

PE: I sometimes miss Paris. I miss the small streets and sometimes the good food, but I really enjoy my time here. Rae and Richard are so generous and nice, and Natalie and Eleanor are very sweet and wonderful children.

EH: You must not have got to know us very well, yet! Sorry, go on.

PE: I’m really forward to Halloween, and to do what’s it called?

EH: Trick or Treating?

PE: Yes, that’s it, trick or treating.

EH: Yes, that will be great! You don’t have trick or treating in Paris, do you? What else is different from Paris?

PE: Well, lots of things are different. Some really small things—the air in Cambridge is less polluted. Also, there are fewer people living in apartments. Paris, unlike Boston, doesn’t have the sea so close. Although I love Paris, I’ve always missed the sea there. I really enjoy having it so close!

EH: I agree, the seaside makes a big difference. Well, I think it is almost time to wrap up this interview, but I think there is time for one more question. What are some of the most extraordinary things you’ve done so far?

PE: Hmmm, I’ve a lot of wonderful things. Well, I have to say, accompanying Rae singing jazz on the piano was very fun, and

teaching you French every morning, from the comic book, Gaston la Gaffe is wonderful. When I biked around Boston with you and

your family for more then forty miles, when we did Hub on Wheels. Also, recently, I had lunch with Sylvain Bromberger, an extraordinary philosopher and person. With my friends Benjamin and Lisa I went to Revere beach to swim. With my friend Asaf I visited Rock port. I also helped my friends Katia and Alajandro paint their new house. It has been a wonderful stay so far!

EH: Well it seems like you have really become part of MIT and Cambridge altogether very well! Cut.

The Foxes’ Bushy Tale

You are probably wondering why this is called The Foxes’ Bushy Tale. Well, I’ll tell you. Foxes have two kind of tales. The tail that goes out behind them, orange and thick, and the kind of tale that is a story. Foxes have their own story, just like we do and all other animals do. If I may say so, their tale is quite a bit more interesting than ours. Our tale tells about how on Saturday we went to our aunt’s house and got annoyed with our cousins, where as the foxes’ tale tells of an adventurous life in the hot Australian bush, or in a dump in Massachusetts. That is why I named this The Foxes’ Bushy Tale. Foxes are interesting and intelligent creatures. They can live almost anywhere, from the boiling Australian bush to the freezing Arctic tundra. The fox I will discuss in this article is the Red Fox, that lives here in North America, and in England and was introduced to Australia. It can live in the country, but also on streets and alleys, eating scraps of food and sometimes berries and even earthworms. The Red Fox is a nocturnal animal, and therefore is rarely seen even if there is one living in your own backyard! Foxes are actually more closely related to dogs than to cats, despite the orange fur and bushy tail. Even so, their claws can retract and they love to eat the leftovers of a cat’s dinner . Even though the Red Fox has been persecuted for countless years, they still live on and even flourish. There eyesight is superb— like

a pair of built on binoculars—through their slit pupils in their amber eyes. Though their fur is red, they normally have a white patch around the back that tends to make them look like they are wearing white underwear! There are so many other types of foxes: the Silver fox, Cross fox, Swift fox, Bengal fox, Pale fox, Cape Fox, Tiny Fennec Fox, and the Arctic fox. Each fox is different and has its own story. I hope this article will encourage you to look at other fox’s bushy tales.

Poetry CornerThe Ballad of a Bed

I never was born, but created,My legs and frame are of steel;The base is a sheet of wooden five-ply,As strong as a small ship's keel.I'm held together with nuts and bolts,A bed of beauty, I'm not!But under a mattress, and sheets and a rug,Who knows what beauty I've got!My main aim in life is to give firm supportAnd comfort to any-sized sleeper,I don't mind the snores or the snuffles and groans,Or sound of alarm clock beeper!I've heard children's secrets & plans for some fun,My pillows they've used as a pouchIn which to put 'jamas and favourite toys, They jump up and down on me..."OUCH"!My life as a bed I never can change,Nor would I want to be other;The children have grown and so have their own, My sleeper is Mother, Grandmother!!

Valda Langton

Story PageContinuing our exciting Halloween story from the last issue...

LUCY’S HALLOWEEN (PART II)

Lauren Ashwell

In the last installment: Lucy, Darcy, Julie and Doug go trick-or-treating as characters from the Wizard of Oz. Lucy is worried that her Dorothy costume isn't authentic enough. They knock on a scary old woman's door...

Lucy was puzzled. The old woman had looked so terrifying; why was she now grinning? Lucy would have expected an evil grimace, with teeth suffering years of neglect which would sooner take a bite out of unsuspecting trick-or-treaters than smile. But the smile was so genuine that it drew her out from her hiding place behind her friends.

“Dorothy!” the old woman exclaimed. "What a wonderful costume!"

Lucy looked down at her gingham dress and red ruby slippers shyly. She was rather surprised that the old woman knew who she was trying to dress up as, given the fact that her unruly head of hair had not been tamed into Dorothy-like braids.

“My name's Dorothy too...well, my friends call me Dot...so I would always dress up as Dorothy for Halloween,” explained the old woman, “that is, of course, in my younger years. Oh, it was so exciting when the moving-picture came out. I remember it like

it was yesterday,” the old woman—Dot—sighed wistfully.

“I’m originally from England, and I think part of the reason I came to American was that I was so entranced by the idea of living in Kansas. Of course, Kansas wasn’t that exciting so I ended up here. But anyway, I do love the costume.”

“Um, thank you,” Lucy replied, a little taken aback by the out-pouring of emotion. Lucy remembered her mother saying how nice their neighbour was—she often went there for cups of tea— but Lucy had always thought her mother must have been doing it out of community spirit, since the old woman had always appeared to her to be so cold.

“You’re Lisa’s daughter, right? So lovely to meet you! Such beautiful hair, just like you mother. One second— I've just made some biscuits—sorry, ‘cookies’—I think that’s what you American kids call them—I’ll just get you some. Wouldn’t want you to play a trick on me!”

Dot rushed back inside and came back with some steaming hot chocolate chip cookies. The lion, tin-man, scarecrow, and Dorothy held out their trick-or-treat bags.

Later that evening, as Lucy sat on the sofa at home, munching on the still warm cookie—she thought to herself that Halloween costumes didn’t need to be perfect, after all.

The End