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NATIONAL
AFFAIRS
Reviewed by
CARTER FIELD
General Hugh John
son's Preparedness Plans
in N.R.A. days are re
called; W ashington re
members hotv Louis
Johnson risked his job
to aid preparedness.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
WASHINGTON. — Gen. Hugh S.
Johnson has made two extraordi
nary predictions in public speeches
or articles in the last lew days. One
of these is that, if
President Roosevelt
should think, some
time between now
and election, that
Wendell L. Willkie
is becoming a seri
ous threat, he would
throw this country
into war in order to
create a situation in
which the President
would believe his
Hugh 8. own re“€*ecwon inev
Johnson ,table- T*1® other la
that if President
Roosevelt is re-elected he will have
the United States in the war within
two weeks.
Curiously enough, Johnson has not
made what seems to some military
experts in Washington the most dev
astating attack he could possibly
make on the President in connec
tion with the whole question of pre
paredness.
Favored Mechanised Army.
This is that when Johnson was just
entering the administration, back in
1933, to become head of the NRA, he
insisted that a fair portion of the
$3,300,000,000 which was being ap
propriated by congress for relief,
should be spent in mechanizing the
army.
He obtained NO SUPPORT WHAT
EVER from the administration for
this proposal, though it was directed
SOLELY at bringing our army up
to date. Congress debated it, and
solemnly adjoined the administra
tion from spending ANY of the 3
billion, 300 millions for bringing the
army up to date from a military
standpoint.
At that time, it should be remem
bered, congress was slavishly fol
lowing the President on his every
wish. The 'revolt’ against the White
House had not yet raised its hand.
Consequently if the President had
thought it wise to spend some of
this huge appropriation in providing
tanks and armored trucks for the
army, and in transforming the ob
solete horse soldiers into fighting
units capable of resisting a modern
foe, congress would have fallen over
itself complying with the President’s
wish.
Promoted Preparedness.
Johnson and Johnson seem to
have been among the very few men
who have had President Roosevelt's
ear at any time in the last few years
who have had
any intelligent
notion of the na
tional defense
situation. The
case of Gen.
Hugh S. John
son vainly advo
cating, as far
back as 1933, the
use of some of
the relief funds
—or job-provid
Louis Johnson «>* funds - for
mechanizing the
army, has just been told.
The other Johnson is Louis. More
than two years ago, it happens the
assistant secretary of war was com
plaining to several friends that the
army was woefully deficient In cer
tain vital details. Among them was
powder-making machinery, which
would cost about $3,000,000.
"Go ahead and contract for it,"
said Baruch. "Tell the contractors
that if congress does not appropriate
the money for it, I will pay the bill
personally."
To understand this it is necessary
to realize a few points about Wash
ington procedure. Army and navy
officers are not allowed to go up
before committees of the house and
senate and tell what they think
SHOULD be done. They have to
get approval of the budget director
before they can even ASK congress
for anything.
President’s Responsibility.
Naturally this is really the re
sponsibility of the President. The
secretary of war and the secretary
of the navy can explain any details
to the President, and if the budget
bureau cramps their departments
in ways they think vital, they can
complain to the President personally.
But woe to any admiral, general
or cabinet officer, who, on being
called before a committee on Capi
tol Hill, proceeds to put in a plug
for some appropriation which HE
personally thinks is vital, but which
has not had the approval of the
President BEFORE the officer testi
fies!
Nevertheless, Louis Johnson took
his political life in his hands and
made the contracts for the powder
making machinery, with a private
individual.
It is generally regarded as one
of the most extraordinary episodes
in the official life of the Washington
government
usehold News
®. BJ /^m^nar
_IWh mute.
THE SCHOOL LUNCH
(See Recipes Below)
Whether the children carry their
lunch to school or dash home at
noon for a hurried meal, autumn
school bells bring a major problem
to the menu planner. For the mid
day repast must give plenty of nour
ishment in a form that can be quick
ly and easily eaten—and, in the case
of carry-away lunches, easily
packed as well.
Fruit, cookies, sandwiches and
milk in some form constitute stand
bys for box lunches as well as the
school child’s home lunch. Cocoa,
cream soups, custards and simple
puddings help with the milk quota
at the home lunch. Cocoa, or a
milk shake, as well as plain milk,
can be carried
with the school
lunch in a vac
uum bottle. For
the box lunch,
sandwiches ought
to be carefully
wrapped so that
they will be fresh
and appetizing. Chopped meat
moistened with a little butter or
mayonnaise, hard-cooked egg deli
cately seasoned, cream cheese, jams
and jellies, all make tempting fill
ings.
Semi-liquid foods may be put into
small glass jars with tightly flttfng
covers. Supply paper cups for the
beverage; and as a novelty, put in
a paper straw, especially when you
pack chocolate malt or iced cocoa.
The sandwiches and softer foods
should be placed on top to prevent
mashing.
Brightly colored lunch boxes ore
popular, because they are not only
easier to pack, and well-ventilated,
but are attractive to carry. Literal
ly speaking, you can pack every
thing in them from “soup to nuts."
The lunch boxes should be kept im
maculately clean by careful scald
ing each day.
You may like to use this menu
some day when you have plenty of
meat loaf left over from the Sunday
dinner:
Meat Loaf Sandwiches
Deviled Egg Olives
Custard
Chocolate Milk
Or you might use a menu similar
to this for colder weather:
Cream of Tomato Soup
Peanut Butter and Orange Marma
lade Sandwiches
Fruit Tapioca
Cookie
There is always an extra corner
into which you can tuck a surprise.
To the smaller children this will
be a delight. It may be a few nuts,
or a few pieces of good candy, or
it may be the little candy bridge
favor you received yesterday. A
packed lunch can become as tire
some to eat as it is to pack. Even
you will be thinking of the little
surprise you can And to put into it,
and thus make this task more of a
pleasure to you.
So get a lunch box that will be
large enough to hold all the neces
sary equipment, but will not be too
heavy to carry, and begin making
your plans for the school lunch.
Some of these suggestions may aid
you in your plans for the school
year:
Soups and Beverages.
Soups and beverages, if packed
In thermos bottles, will stay hot or
cold, as the case
may be. The
cream soups are
the most nutri
tious, for they
contain not only
I milk but vegetables as well. Try
i cream of tomato, cream of pea,
cream of spinach and cream of as
paragus.
i There is quite a wide choice of
beverages. For warmer weather you
may like to give the children pine
apple juice, grape juice, orange
Juice, milk or chocolate malt. When
| the weather becomes cooler, hot
chocolate or cocoa are welcome bev
erages.
Sandwiches.
Bread for sandwiches should be
cut in thin slices, with the butter
and filling spread way out to the
edges. The butter is easier to spread
if creamed first; and the sandwiches
should be cut into convenient sizes
for eating. Vary the kinds of breads
that you use for sandwiches: plain
or white, whole wheat, rye, brown
bread, peanut butter bread, orange
Why not plan a little different
party for your friends? Have a
harvest home party, where your
guests can gather for singing,
games, and dancing.
At the end of August, or the mid
dle of September, many of the
countries of Europe finished up
the harvest season with the har
vest festival. There the workers
of the fields feasted, danced, and
sang, as guests of the mansion.
Wreaths, fashioned of grain, flow
ers, nuts and corn were hung on
the walls, to remain until the fol
lowing year.
Miss Howe will tell you about a
harvest party in her column next
week which will contain many at
tractive suggestions.
bread, nut bread, cornbread, raisin
bread, and rolls.
For filling you may like to use
these suggestions:
Chicken, with chopped celery and
mayonnaise.
Cream cheese on raisin bread.
Chopped dates, nuts and orange
juice.
Ground cooked veal, raw carrots
and celery, with salad dressing.
Orange marmalade and peanut
butter.
Cottage cheese, chopped olives
and mayonnaise.
Hard cooked egg, chopped celery
and mayonnaise.
Meat loaf, sliced thin.
Bacon, mayonnaise and lettuce.
Spiced Blanc Mange.
2 cups milk
2Vi tablespoons cornstarch
Vi cup sugar
Vi teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Vi teaspoon nutmeg
Vi teaspoon cloves
Vi cup nut meats (broken)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Scald 1 Vi cups of milk. Mix all
dry ingredients together and add the
remaining Vi cup cold milk. Com
bine well. Add hot milk to the corn
starch mixture slowly. Return to
double boiler and cook, stirring con
stantly, until the mixture thickens.
Cook 5 minutes. Remove from
flame, add nut meats and extract.
Turn into a wet mold and chill.
Serve with whipped cream if de
sired.
Desserts.
With the problem of packing des
serts solved, there is a much wider
choice than ever
before. Rice pud
ding, small tarts,
custards, oatmeal
cookies, brown
ies, cup cakes,
tapioca, cooked
fruit, dates, figs,
gingerbread, fresh or stewed dried
fruits, and plain cakes are all to be
selected to vary the school lunch.
Cream of Tomato Soup.
2 cups canned tomatoes
2 slices onion
Vi teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
Dash pepper
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons flour
2 cups milk
Heat tomatoes with onion, soda,
sugar, salt and pepper. Rub through
sieve; reheat. Place butter in top
of double boiler and melt. Add flour
and mix thoroughly. Add milk.
Cook, stirring constantly, until mix
ture thickens. Pour tomato mixture
slowly into white sauce. Mix thor
oughly, and serve.
Better Baking.
Wouldn't you like some good yum
my chocolate nut gingerbread or
A>»ne of those melt-in-your-mouth
meringue cookies right about now?
Or how about the delicious sound
ing lemon sunny silver pie? Shall
I stop, or have I made you hungry
enough to want to rush right out
inu. your kitchen and whip up a
batch of cookies, or one of those sug
gested above? You may have these
tested recipes of Miss Howe if you
will write, enclosing 10 cents in coin,
to Eleanor Howe, 919 North Michi
gan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois, and
ask for her cook book. “Better Bak
ing." You will like them all, for
they have been tried in her own
test kitchen.
(Relcaaed by Western Newspaper Union.)
I
THE NINTH
ROUND
£8
By R. H. WILKINSON
(Associated Newspapers.)
WNU Service.
/ / /-> ILKHAT” Fallon tapped
Slugger Schultz’s hairy
chest with a perfectly
manicured forefinger. ‘‘In
the sixth,” he said, "you go to
sleep. Now, don’t forget it. In the
sixth.”
From across the room, Dinkey
Mosely said: ‘‘Make it the tenth,
Silkhat. Them suckers will think
Slugger’s a sissy if he lays down in
the sixth.”
"Yeah,” said Slugger, "make it
the tenth. I ain’t no sissy.”
Silkhat considered a moment.
"All right. Make it the tenth.” He
thrust forward his jaw belligerently.
"But don’t get no fancy ideas about
this. You take the full count and a
couple to boot.”
“O. K.,” said Slugger. "For a
hundred grand I'd "'sleep for a
month.”
Silkhat sucked in his breath. A
hundred grand! He liked the sound
of those words. They were music
to his ears. He looked across at
Dinkey. The pack of cards which
Dinkey’s fingers had been endlessly
shuffling had become still in his
hands. "A hundred grand!” he
breathed. "Silkhat, me an’ you is
smart”
"How about me?” said Slugger.
"Yeah,” said Dinkey, “you’re
smart too. Yeah.”
Slugger didn’t like the sound of
Dinkey's voice and he glowered.
Silkhat stepped quickly into the
breach.
"Cut it!” he snapped. "We’re all
smart, and that goes for the three
of us, equal” He grinned. "Tomor
row night at this time, boys, we’ll
all be in the dough.”
Which remark eased the tension
and produced a trio of pleasant ex
pressions. However, both Slugger
and Dinkey knew that the idea was
really Silkhat's. Silkhat was a pro
moter, a gambler, a man with
brains. It was he who had found
Slugger in a barroom on First street.
At the moment, Slugger was stand
ing above a giant of a man whom
he had just sledge-hammered into
unconsciousness for some minor of
fense. Watching from the shadows
near the door, Silkhat had observed
Slugger’s thick biceps, his bullet
like, almost neckless head. And in
that instant the great idea was
born.
The fight game wasn’t what it
used to be, but there were still plen
ty who would pay a buck or so to see
a bull like Slugger sledge-hammer
giants into uncoflsciousness. A year
passed and Slugger, under Silkhat’s
guidance, and having acquired some
slight knowledge in the art of pugi
lism, had battered his way into a
dim sort of prominence. Another
year, and only one man stood be
tween him and a crack at cham
pion Dynamite Dunn. Dynamite,
too, had come up from the ranks,
but his career, begun earlier, hadn’t
been so spectacular. He had
slipped back twice in his climb;
Slugger bad come steadily upward,
each rung of the ladder being rep
resented by a knockout
And now he stood on the threshold
with the championship fight less than
4 hours away, and victory practi
cally assured. Odds were 10 to 1 in
favor of the Slugger. Fight fans and
sports writers had seen him in ac
tion, and few there were who doubt
ed that Dynamite Dunn’s champion
ship days were doomed.
Which was exactly the situation
as farsighted Silkhat Fallon had
planned it Aided by Dinkey and a
small army of underlings, Silkhat
began quietly to take up the Slugger
money. Every cent he and Dinkey
and Slugger could scrape together
was bet on the supposedly doomed
Dynamite. It would be a clean-up.
There’d be at least three hundred
grand to split three ways and anoth
er fifty for the small fry of under
lings. Oh, it was a neat set-up, a
sure-fire proposition.
Silkhat issued his final instructions
to Slugger. “Make this look like
the real thing, Slugger. Hit Dyna
mite and hit him hard—but not quite
hard enough. And in the tenth, when
you take it on the button, make sure
it's enough of a blow to give you a
jolt Don’t lay there like a log.
Try to get up a couple of times, but
be sure and flop back again. If them
suckers should suspect this was a
set-up we’d be mobbed.”
Slugger nodded. “I gotcha,” he
said. “I’ll hit him all right. I know
how much that jigger can take with
out going down. I’ll look real
enough.”
Silkhat and Dinkey were in Slug
ger’s corner. They looked out at
the crowd of fight fans and ex
changed pleased and satisfied
glances. They gazed across at Dy
namite Dunn, ugly to look at, glow
ering at them, champing at the bit,
full of confidence, resentful of the
attitude of the fight fans and eager
to show them they were wrong in
their estimate of him. Which was
excellent; exactly as Silkhat had
j planned it.
The referee called the combatants
into the ring. A bell sounded. The
| pugilists stepped forward. A roar
j went up. Silkhat Fallon produced a
j cigar, bit off its end. His pig-like
eyes were on Slugger. Slugger was
following instructions. He was hit
ting hard, but not too hard. It
looked genuine.
The round ended. It was a good
round. The fans were satisfied. The
second followed, the third, fourth,
fifth and sixth. One was a repetition
of that which preceded it Both
fighters were going strong. Dyna
mite Dunn was revengeful. It was
plain he was out to re-establish him
self, to reclaim the faith and recog
nition of the sports world. Which
was fine. Splendid.
Silkhat threw away his unlighted
cigar and produced another, his
fourth. A warm feeling of benign
ness toward Slugger permeated his
being. Slugger was following in
structions. Slugger was doing all
right It looked like the real thing.
Now in the tenth if he could only
go to sleep in a way that would
dispel any possible trace of suspi
cion . . .
The crowd was howling. Up to
now it was Slugger’s fight.
He had the edge. Which was as
it should be, because the odds were
on him. Only a lucky punch on Dy
namite’s part could turn the tide of
battle. And that wasn’t at all likely.
Silkhat produced his sixth cigar
and bit off its end. It was the ninth
round. One more to go, and then it
would be all over. Out in the cen
ter of the ring the fighters were bat
tling furiously. Dynamite was mak
ing a desperate effort to get in his
lucky punch. Silkhat clamped down
on his cigar—and then his jaw fell
open. He stared, and a sickening
feeling of horror surged through
him. About his ears the air vibrated
with the sudden roars and yells of
spectators.
The worst had happened. Slugger
Schultz had stepped in and driven
a left hook to Dynamite’s jaw. And
Dynamite had gone down like a log.
The blow was unexpected, but it
looked genuine. The referee raised
his hand and began to count. “One
—two—three—four—” Dynamite
groaned, tried to rise, reached his
knees, hung there. “Five—six—sev
en—” Over in his corner. Slugger
Schultz stared stupidly, incredulous
ly, thinking that the blow hadn’t
been nearly as powerful as some of
his earlier ones. The cigar fell from
Silkhat’s parted lips. “Eight—nine
—ten!”
The referee lifted Slugger’s arm
high above his head. Glassy-eyed,
Silkhat slumped back, his brain a
chaotic whirlwind, but out of the
chaos came a vision. The vision
was that of Dynamite Dunn lying
prone on the canvas. Dynamite
Dunn rolling over so that he faced
Silkhat, Dynamite Dunn opening one
eye and closing it again in an un
mistakable wink.
The Kink
By HAROLD YOUNG
(McClure Syndicate—WNU Service.)
“AyHAT’S the use settin’ up 'til
YV they bum Geyser Cain?”
growled Jake Garoni’s sleepy com
panion from the dingy hotel room.
Jake continued after a pause. "Here
I sit and there’s Geyser goin’ to burn
in a few minutes.
"And Geyser had it all fixed to
beat every rap. He had a record
long as a hack driver’s dream: heist
jobs, bank jobs, a kidnapin’ and a
string of killin's. But he saved a
pile and could’a lammed it across
the pond.
“Would’a done just that if it hadn’t
been for some wise newspaper guy
who wrote in the papers about Gey
ser havin’ a kink in his brain and
just shootin’ people for no reason
’cept his mind was twisted.
"Geyser read that story, an’ the
more he got to thinkin’ about it the
more he believed that he was a
right guy with a screw loose.
"Me and the boys kind’s laughed
about the idea ’til Geyser ups and
had us kidnap a saw-bones with a
rep all over the world.
“Me I don t like the business.
But Geyser, he gets sore an’ we pull
the job neat.
“After the take, I see what’s in
Geyser’s mind. He wants the doc
to work his brain over so's he comes
out of it like a new citizen an’ not
only that . . . he’s set on havin’
his face all changed so nobody’d
rap to him—not even the coppers.
Wanted the doc to fix his fingers
too so’s his record wouldn’t stand—
and he fixed Geyser up swell, too.
“His own mother wouldn’t know
Geyser. It was spooky seein’ Gey
ser lookin’ like two other guys, but
it looks like Geyser is pleased for
a while with the kink in his brain
all straightened out and the doc be
in’ too scared to spill the kidnapin’.
"The gang gets ready to skip on
the boat like we all figured we goin’
to do.
“Somethin’ was wrong with Geys
er. I could see that plain.
" ‘Cut it Geyser,’ I says. ‘You
ain’t got nothin’ to worry you. I’ll
do the bumpin’ if there’s got to be
somethin’ in that line,’ I says, figur
in’ Geyser’s lost his nerve.
“ ‘Say, Jake, I ain’t lost my guts,’
but there ain’t goin’ to be no more
bumpin’,” he said short like.
“ ‘O. K., chief,’ says I, ‘no more
bumpin’.’
“He goes white round the gills and
looks at me before he says, ‘no
more bumpin’ except one.’
“ ‘Who, boss?’ I asked. ‘Just say
the word.’
“ ‘The bulls are goin’ to do this
bumpin’, Jake,’ he says.
“ ‘In a month,’ he says, ‘yes, I
figure it’ll take ’em about a month,
they're goin’ to set Geyser Cain in
the chair an’ burn him.’
“Me mouth comes open.
" ‘I got to pay for all them killin’s
of mine, Jake,’ he says sad-like.
"You see I’d forgotten all about
that dam kink the doc took out.”
HOW » SEW*™
PAINTED WITH GREEN”
WATER COLOR
BOX SCREWED
TO WALL AND
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OIL CLOTH
COYER TO FIT
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COTTON PRINTs
SIDE CVRJAINS EXTEND
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CCHOOL again, and this sketch
^ shows a quiet study corner for
one girl. It is all very gay in
tones of golden yellow and green
and was made almost entirely of
things already on hand—even
down to the hooked rug.
The hanging book shelf doesn’t
really hang at all. It is made of a
box screwed to the wall, and if
you never thought of slip-covering
a book shelf, here is proof of how
smart one will look, especially if
it is matched with a chair covered
in the same material. The legs
of the chair are painted green and
so is the old kitchen table which
has now become a desk. The yel
low tone is repeated in the blotter
and an old brass lamp and other
desk things carry out the green
and yellow color scheme. A shelf
like this one would be attractive in
almost any room, even the bath
room or the kitchen. This box was
so rough that the oil cloth lining
was necessary. A box of smooth
wood could be painted inside.
• • •
NOTE: One hundred itxty of these
homemaking articles by Mrs. Spears
have been printed In five booklets, each
82 pages. The stocking cat and doll on ,
the shelf are In Book 8; directions for the
hook rug are in No. 5; also descriptions
of the other booklets. Booklets are 10c
postpaid and should be requested direct
from Mrs. Spears. Send order to:
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
Drawer 10
Bedford Hills New York
Enclose 10 cents for each book
ordered.
Name .
Address .
Delicious for
outings • . • saves hours of
preparation nourishing ; ; ;
economical it* order; today;
from your grocer.
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Wordless Poem
A picture is a poem without
words.—Cornificus.
»
Man a Knot of Roots
A man is a bundle of relations,
a knot of roots, whose flower and
fruitage is the world.—Emerson.
Happiness in Little
Remember this—that very little
is needed to make a happy life.—
Marcus Aurelius.
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