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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (July 16, 1922)
'Tlllfi 'UNDAT" "BEE V "OMAHA. JULY 16, 1922. ReCs-U-6. PftT. OFF. TH6 G6(SCBAU HAS AW AUTOMO01UC ACCK76MT. UNDER a big low bush, a little, distance from the Teenie Weenie village, stood a queer building. It was made of cardboard, with many tiny windows near the roof. Alt The windows were fitted with isinglass,' which' let plenty of ligtit into the place, v and at oneend of the building was a hngedoor; The whole building was not much larger than an ordinary paper shoe box, but had one been able to peep through one of the tiny windows he would have seen a most complete machine shop. There were forges, rows and rows of tools, and along one side of the place stood a tiny lathe. A tiny fur nace stood near one side of the building, and here nails, pins, and qther scrap metal were melted down and molded into various shapes. . ! ' Signs hung all about the place, warning curious Teenie Weenies to keep out, but they were really not needed, for the doors were always kept locked and it was quite impossible to see through the windows. Everything was most mysterious even the General was not allowed in the place, and the Turk, the Scotchman, the Old Soldier, and Paddy Pin, jho were busy from morning until night in the tiny shop, would not answer a single , question. Of course, all the Teenie Weenies were curious, but having been told to keep away, they were polite and did so. Most of the little folks thought an automobile was be ing made, and the Dunce was quite convinced it was an automobile when he saw Paddy fm and the Turk removing pieces of tin from a tomato can. "They use tin for the body of the car and for the hood cover," said the Dunce to a group of Teenie Weenies who were discussing the subject. After many weeks of pounding in the tiny work shop, the Turk announced he would have something of interest to show if they would all gather in front of the shoe house at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Every last Teenie Weenie was on hand long before the ap pointed time, and exactly at 2 o'clock a most wonderful little automobile dashed up with .the Turk at the steering wheel. "General," said the Turk as he stepped out of the car, "it occurred to several of that you arc a mighty busy man and you ought to have a car to carry you around, about your duties. So. we have built this fjOrinousepbwer car for you." ; . , r- The blushing General was so overcame he could hardly'make a speech' of thanks. After he had thanked the Tcenie'-Wcenies for their kindness in a pretty speech, he was bundled into the machine and driven around the rose bush on a trial spin. It took him several days to learn how to drive the car, and finally he considered himself a good enough driver to ask the Lady of Fashion out for a ride. .. The two. little people had a lovely Icing ride, and" everything went well until they were almost in front of the shoe house, after their trip, when something happened. The front wheel of the car ran over a hickory nut shell, which jerked the steering wheel out of the General's hands. The little fellow got excited and, instead of putting his foot on the brake he stepped on the gas. The tiny car shot out for the old teapot where the Chinaman lived, pulling along a clothes line which had just been hung with a fresh washing. . The poor Chinaman, whq was returning from the hospital with a bag of soiled clothes, was just able to jump out of the way when the car smashed into the laundry with a loud crash. The Lady of Fashion and the General were thrown out of the car,, but luckily neither of the little folks was hurt outside of a few bruises. The car was pretty badly damaged, however. The front bumper was broken, the radiator was badly damaged, and the crank was broken off. The damaged car was soon towed back to the shop, where repairs were made, and in a few days it was in first class shape again. ' ' Copyrlfht. 19M. The Married Life of Helen and Warren By MABEL'HERBERT URNER Warren's Activities as a Chef Re- 'rtB AT Culinary I - Catastrophe. "It's already cut up. All you have to do is to wash it and put it on in cold water. Use that big aluminum stew pan." "Enoftk tocover it well. You add more as it boils down. Dear, maybe you'd better have a recipe. Bring me that cook book on the pantry shelf." "Now, I can make chicken broth without any recipe. I've cooked a lot at camp. You lay back there a,nd take a nap leave this job to -me. t . Helen dropped back on the pil low, her hand at her throat. Though convalescing , from ton- silitis. it still Tiurt her to talk. Fortunately, it was Sunday and Warren was at home, for Nora v had just been called away by - a lelcgram announcing her sister's death.' Mrs. O'Grady was coming to Cash tomorrow. She could get breakfast and dinner and Nora would be home Tuesday after the funeral. . "How much salt " demanded Warren from the door, the salt box in his hand. "Oh, just enough to season it not too much." "Huh, that's definite! A tea spoon or a fistfull?" "Dear, you'll have- to bring me, that cook book that'll tell ex. actly." When Warran slammed down on the bed the oilcloth covered book, Helen turned hastily to "Soups," and read aloud the re cipe for chicken brotb. "One three-pound chicken, two ' quarts water, one tablespoon salt. Separate chicken at joints, salt, cover with water and bring slowly to a boH, Let simmer until tender. Season and strain. A little rice may be added if de sired." "All right, that's dead easy." "Put on an apron," Helen called after him. "There's one on the pantry door. Did you ryisc out the stew pan? Dear, rinse off everything you use." In a few moments Warren 'was. back, his coat off, sleeves rolled up and one of Nora's white serv ing aprons tied grotesquely around his broad chest. "Where d'you keep the rice?" "The shelf over the sink. Wash it and. let it soak until about 20 minutes before you take off the broth Wash it well five or six times." "Now don't be so damned par ticular. It'll be a whole lot clean er than anything you get in a res taurant. Keep this cat in here! She's right under my feet." "She wants the chicken liver. Put it in her saucer under the table." "Huh, I've got enough to do to feed you," as he strode out with Pussy Purr-Mew trotting hope fully after him. Adjusting her pillows, Helen se lected the feature section from the bulky Sunday paper Warren had tossed on the bed. She was deep in an article on "Spirit Paintings" when he came in, rolling down his sleeves. "You didn't leave the gas too high " "Nope, everything's all right. That's going to be .the finest chicken broth you ever tasted." Helen restrained a smile The few times Warren had attempted to cook, -his conceit had been in sufferable. "Dear, before you sit down you'd better straighten around in the front room. Someone might come in." "Oh, it looks all right in there, settling down by the window with . the financial section. "If I do the cooking that's enough." Still weak and headachey from lack of sleep, Helen soon dozed off. She awoke with the troubled consciousness of s o m e h i n g wrong. Warren was not in his chair. The air was pungent with the odor of scorching food "It's all right now," "he came in as she was groping for her slip pers. ."You lay hack there! Just a little of the rice burned at the bottom. "But you haven't putthe rice in yet?" ''Sure, it's 12 o'clock. You've been snoozing there two hours. It's almost done going to be great, too." "Doctor said I could sit up a little today. Can't I go in to the table?" "Guess that won't hurt you," Warren retreated kitchenward. It was just 1:30 when he shouted that "chow" was ready. Wrapped . "n his big blanket robe. Helen shuffled weakly out to the arm chair he had ready. - With a gasp of dismay she viewed the un inviting table. A newspaper served for a table cloth. In the center, on a bulky magazine, reposed the large aluminum stew pan. Speechless, Helen stared at its contents. Surely that could not be the chicken broth that brownish, . gluey mass! "Little too much rice. Didn't know the blooming stuff " would swell." tC-nllniied en Pace Bight.)