WASHINGTON.—Back in the days
of the first World war. Just after
this country had gotten into it, this
writer was informed that a Cleve
land archeologist named Gates had
written Secretary of War Newton D.
Baker about a secret German wire
less station near Mexico City,
which was flashing information
about our military and naval prep
arations to Berlin.
This writer, then correspondent
1 for a newspaper very critical of
Baker, asked the secretary about it
at a press conference. Baker ad
mitted he had received the letter,
had referred it to the state depart
ment, but that nothing had been
done about it
Long after the war, the writer and
Baker spent an evening together and
hashed over many of their rows of
bygone days.
"Why don’t you do something
about that Mexican wireless?” the
writer asked.
"I knew all about it before Gates
wrote me,” said Baker. “But what
you didn't realize at the time was
that I wanted Germany to get the
news of our military preparations.
I knew the Germans underesti
mated what we could do. The facts
were all calculated to undermine
their morale, destroy their con
fidence, and hence shorten the war.
So the last thing I wanted to do was
to interfere with any good channel
they had for communicating the
facts to Berlin.”
All of which is recited now be
cause it may have some applica
tion to an existing situation, which is
causing a lot of worry to the edito
rial writers of the country, if not to
the administration itself.
INTENTIONAL ‘SLIP’?
For it if the cold Judgment of this
writer that the testimony of Chief
of Staff Marshall, with regard to
the transfer of planes to the Pacific
fleet, is of a piece as to adminis
tration motive with this Baker story
of 1018.
If this is a correct interpretation,
then the Joke is.on the Japanese
espionage service in this country, for
it means that our own high adminis
tration officials, far from fearing
that the Japs would get a certain
bit of information, were concerned
lest they should miss itl
Doesn’t it seem reasonable that
the more certain the Japanese are
that the United States fleet is ready
to back up Secretary of State Hull’s
warning of a year ago about the
preservation of the status quo in the
Far East, the less apt the Japanese
are to start a fight?
The saber was rattled without
even the possibility of forcing a loss
of face by the Japanese!
• • •
Strive to Protect
Military Secrete
Suggestions are pouring in on the
White House as to how to solve this
business of preventing the news
papers from publishing information
of military value to this country’s
enemies—or, since we are not at
war, it might be more accurate
technically to say information
knowledge of which by certain for
eign nations would be adverse to
this country’s interests.
None of them, so far as this writer
has been able to learn, go to the
heart of the problem.
All the criticism so far has as
sumed that the spies or secret
agents of foreign governments, or
their embassies or legations for that
matter, get their information from
the newspapers. Now this assump
tion, flattering as it may be to news
paper writers and publishers as in
dividuals, is too childish for words.
What this government should do to
protect its secrets is a problem, but
certainly the answer is not so sim
ple as to stop the newspapers from
printing them.
AIRCRAFT TO PACIFIC
Let’* look at what actually hap
pened in this much talked about in
cident. Chief of Staff Marshall
talked to a senate committee in
executive session Somebody who
heard him "leaked” to news writers,
whereupon some of the things he
said were printed next morning. The
ticklish part of this was that the
United Slates was rushing fighting
planes to its Pacific fleet.
Now assume for a moment that
there had been no leak to the news
papers. Suppose it was a dark
secret until General Marshall took
the senate committee into his confi
dence. Here you would have a group
of senators—15 or 18 in number
bearing a startling piece of informa
tion.
Does anyone have the slightest
doubt that this story would have
been told at a dozen dinner parties
that night? Does anyone doubt that
the Japanese embassy would have
beard it before midnight? Less im
portant stories than that get round
much faster than that in Washing
ton.
Household News
LET’S BE VEfiTUBESOME—TRY IT!
(See Recipes Below)
ADVENTURES IN COOKING
"I get just as much 'lift' out of a
new recipe as I do out of buying a
new hat”—so stated a homemaker
recently and her statement set me
thinking. After all, why shouldn't
we women enjoy a new recipe?
Given a brand new, unusual and
different recipe to prepare the mak
ing up of that rec
ipe becomes a
challenge, almost
a game. Can we
make it up cor
rectly? Does the
recipe suggest a
new cookery proc
ess, one which
perhaps we have never tried before?
How is the new dish going to taste?
Are we going to be really proud of
it when we take it to the table? Is
the family going to like it? Adven
ture in cooking—that’s Just what it
is, and that's why I like new reci
pes; that's why I like to suggest
new recipes to you.
Today’s assortment (given below)
is centered around a number of new
ways to prepare various kinds of
sausage. Far too often, I fear, we
think of sausage as something to
serve for breakfasts or light sup
pers; we fry it, serve it and that’s
the beginning and the end of all
the thinking we do about it
So let’s be venturesome and try
these recipes. The list contains a
number of my personal favorites. I
am sure both you and the family
will enjoy them.
Sausage Stuffed Cinnamon Apples.
(Serves 0)
2 cups sugar
1 cup water
cup red cinnamon candy
0 apples
18 small link sausages
Cook sugar and water and cinna
mon candy to a thick syrupy con
sistency (236 degrees). Core apples
and remove .peeling from top half
of each apple. Place peeled side in
hot syrup and cook for 5 minutes.
Remove from syrup and place three
uncooked link sausages in center of
each apple. Then place apples,
peeled side up, in baking pan. Pour
remaining syrup over them and
bake in moderate oven (350 degrees)
approximately 40 minutes.
Thueringer Sausage With
Apple Rings.
(Makes 4 servings)
8 Thueringer sausages.
1 No. 2 can whole kernel corn
(2V4 cups)
2 tablespoons butter
tt teaspoon salt
Few grains pepper
1 tablespoon pimlento (finely cut)
2 tart cooking apples
3 tablespoons butter
Place Thueringer sausages in skil
let with sufficient water to cover
bottom of pan.
Cook for about 20 j
minutes, turning '
occasionally, un
til watec has
evaporated and
sausages are ten
der and brown.
Drain corn and
place liquor in saucepan. Heat until
it has evaporated to about one-half.
Add corn and heat, then mix lightly
with butter, salt, pepper and pimi
ento. Meanwhile, wash apples and
cut into %-inch slices. Pan-fry in
butter over medium heat. Turn
when brown on one side and brown
on the other. To arrange plates,
place two sausages, two apple slices
and a serving of corn on each plate.
Sausage Waffles.
2 cups pastry flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
Mi teaspoon salt
2 eggs, separated
iy« cups milk
% cup melted butter
% cup bulk pork sausage
Mix and sift all dry ingredients.
Beat egg yolks thoroughly and add
milk to them. Stir milk mixture
Into the dry ingredients. Add meK
| ed butter and sausage and told in
the well beaten egg whites. Bake
as waffles in a hot waffle iron until
crisp and brown. Serve with maple
syrup.
Sweet Potato and Puritan Sausage
Cakes.
Parboil 5 sweet potatoes. Peel and
cut in half lengthwise. Place Mi of
the slices in a buttered baking pan.
Adventures In Cooking.
Everyone likes to adventure in
cooking and that’s just the oppor
tunity that comes to each home
maker when she tries out a new
recipe. The best part of the ad
venture, however, comes about
when the recipe makes the man
of the family look up and with
both pride and appreciation in his
voice pronounces the whole meal
a tremendous success.
The 10c recipe book, "Feed
ing Father” contains a large
number of brand new recipes,
each so different that making
them up is an adventure—so good
that eating them entirely merits
and begets the gratification of the
man of the family. Send today—
this offer may be eliminated at
any time. To get your copy, send
10 cents in coin to Eleanor Howe,
919 North Michigan Avenue, Chi
cago, Illinois. Ask for the cook
book, "Feeding Father.”
Make % pound of pork sausage up
into flat sausage cakes. Place one
sausage cake on each sweet potato
slice and top with a second sweet
potato slice. Fasten with a tooth
pick. Brush with melted butter and
salt lightly. Bake in a moderate
oven (350 degrees) for approximate
ly % hour.
Porcupine Sausage Balls.
2 tablespoons butter
1 small onion, chopped
1 green pepper, chopped
2Mi cups canned tomatoes
1 tablespoon sugar
1 pound bulk pork sausage
% cup uncooked rice
Melt butter in frying pan and
brown onion in it. Add chopped
green pepper, to
matoes, sugar,
and salt. Cook un
til green pepper
is tender. Make
the sausage into
small balls and
roll in the un
cooked rice. Place in greased bak
ing casserole and pour the tomato
mixture over the sausage balls.
Cover baking dish an3 bake 1%
hours in a moderate oven (350 de.
grees).
Sausages in Pastry Blankets.
(8 sausage rolls)
1% cups flour
Vi teaspoon salt
y« teaspoon baking powder
% cup shortening
3 tablespoons cold water (approxi
mately)
8 pork link sausages
Sift together the flour, salt, and
baking powder. Blend in the short
ening. Then add just enough water
to form a dough, mixing lightly. Poll
out and cut into 8 oblong pieces,
each sufficiently large to wrap
around one link sausage. Place indi
vidual sausages (well pricked) on
individual pieces of pastry; fold ends
over and roll up. Place, folded side
down, on a baking sheet. Prick crust
with a fork. Bake in a hot oven
(425 degrees) for about 30 minutes.
Serve very hot.
Sausage Stuffed Tomatoes.
(Serves 8)
8 large firm tomatoes (uncooked)
1 pound country style pork sausage
V4 cup soft bread crumbs (buttered)
Remove stem end of tomatoes.
Scoop out the center and sprinkle
lightly with salt. Form sausage into
eight balls and place one ball in
each tomato. Top with buttered
bread crumbs. Place tomatoes in
a shallow baking pan. bake in a mod
erate oven (350 degrees) for 45 min
utes (approximately).
Ham Stuffed Baked Apples.
(Serves 6)
6 large tart apples
IVi cups baked ham (cut in small
pieces)
1 teaspoon whole cloves
2 tablespoons butter
Cut a Vi inch slice from stem end
of each apple and ren ve core care
fully. Scoop out, reserve apple pulp,
and leave apple shell about inch
thick. Combine ham and apple pulf>
(cut fine) and fill the apple shells.
Top each shell with a clove and
dot with butter. Place in a baking
pan. add V4 inch water and bake in
a moderate oven (350 degrees) for
about one hour.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union •
SHERIFF ABE LANG of Mesn
county is a noted liar. He ad
mits it, yet he does not classi
fy his tales of great adven
tures and hair-raising escapes under
the category of falsehoods He calls
it romancing.
It is true that Abe has participated
in more thrilling and dangerous un
dertakings than any man in our sec
tion of the West Yet of these ex
periences he is as close-mouthed as
he is loquacious when unfolding one
of his imaginary tales.
Last summer there was an east
erner named Runnels staying at Ma
Clemson’s boarding house in Mesa.
Runnels had come West for a num
ber of reasons. We knew he was in
search of local color. And we sur
mised he had been sadly disappoint
ed in learning that Mesa county
wasn't infested by a bunch of blood
curdling savages, and that we in
the county seat enjoyed many, if not
all, the advantages of the civilized
world.
Runnels’ disappointment was so
keen that he made no bones in rag
ging us about the lack of excite
ment.
In self-defense we had advised our
eastern visitor (somewhat testily)
that we attributed our peacefulness
to the efforts of the great Abe Lang,
who, in his early days was quite a
gunflghter, and had succeeded in
cleaning out the bad element, much
to our satisfaction.
Runnels, however, was skeptical.
He would like, he said, to hear from
the great Abe himself. He didn’t be
lieve that any man could have ac
"Young feller, are you Insinuating
that the story Isn’t true, that I'm
a liar?”
complished the great feats of cour
age that we attributed to Sheriff
Abe Lang.
And so it came about that one
day we sat with Runnels on Ma
Clemson’s veranda and watched Abe
come limping up the street toward
us, and knew that Runnels was go
ing to get his wish.
‘‘Why, yes,” Abe began, after pre
liminaries had feen disposed of and
the sheriff’s right leg, an injury to
which caused his limp, was extend
ed comfortably before him, “why
yes.” he repeated. “I guess I can
tell you a story, Mr. Runnels. Fact
is, I’ll tell you how come I bunged
up this here laig of mine. I guess
the mere fact that you can see how
the ankle is twisted will be evi
dence enough to prove I ain’t lyin’
none.”
Abe sucked at his pipe and reflect
ed. “Humm. Yep, it musta been
thirty year ago. I was a youngster
then, in office not more’n a year or
two an’ rarin’ for any kind of ex
citement.
‘The Apaches was cutun up
something powerful then. And they
had a system of attack and retreat
that Just about wore the government
soldiers ragged. The redskins would
attack a wagon train, no matter
the size. If the train was not
equipped with a force large enough
to stand off the affront, it was just
too bad. The Injuns would massa
cre ’em all, loot the wagons, and
then burn ’em. If the train had a
large force of armed men, the
Apaches would retreat. Nine times
out of ten the armed force would
follow. Then the redskins would dis
play cunning. They’d separate, each
choosin’ a course of his own. When
well away they’d lie in ambush and
if the wagon force had scattered,
like they most always did, one man
to one Indian, chances were the
white would get plugged from be
hind a boulder or some such place
of concealment.
“It was when things was at their
worst that Nate Smith asked me
to accompany him apd his family
from Mesa to Mount Bald, where
Nate had staked out a mining claim,
a distance of fifty miles. It wasn’t
much of a trip, and through fairly
unhostile country, but Nate wanted I
should go along because he claimed
his wife wouldn’t be so nervous.
“I agreed, and one spring morn
ing we set out, planning to make a
two days’ jaunt of it. Early on the
mornin’ of the second day. just as
we was getting ready to break camp
about twenty-five miles from Mesa,
a half-dozen Indians topped a rise,
j looked down on us and immediately
I came whooping to the attack.
“Nate and me did the best we
j could to fortify ourselves with his
; two wagons and arranged ourselves
in the most strategic positions pos
sible.
"It wai a hot fight while she last
ed, and thank goodness there
weren’t no more’n six of them
Apaches. Nate was out of the pic
ture almost at once, after dropping
one of the charging redskins. Well,
there was me left alone with five
wild redskins to account for, and a
wounded man and wife and two chil
dren to protect.
“If it wasn’t for the woman 1
wouldn't o’ cared much. Women
somehow make me nervous. Any
way, I stopped that charge pronto,
by the simple expedient of knocking
two of them copper-skinned blokes
into the dust with as many shots
from my rifle.
“The remaining three attackers
dismounted and took shelter behind
protecting boulders. The fight that
followed lasted all morning. By
eleven o’clock I had exhausted my
supply of cartridges and was usin’
Nate’s gun which was of smaller cal
iber. Another of the redskins had
stopped one of my bullets, but in
turn I was lugging around two pel
lets from their guns. Howsumever,
the wounds didn’t bother me much,
and by noon I had succeeded in lay
ing low one of the remaining two
Injuns.
"It was right after that I seen
the remaining redskin making a
sneak for it under cover of a boul
der. Thinks I, I might as well make
a hundred per cent score and fetch
in that jigger’s scalp with the oth
ers.
"An’ thus thinkin’ I jumps for my
horse, which had become a bit shy
during that shootin’, and wasn’t in
clined to let me get up on him. But
without thinkin’ much but to get that
fleein’ redskin, I put one foot in the
stirrup, at which moment the hoss
leaps ahead, thrQwin’ me off bal
ance. It was then I injured this laig
of mine. My ankle got twisted in the
stirrup and has never been right
since. At any rate, I wasn’t drug
far before I got myself disentangled
and looked around. And there, not
twenty-five feet away was my last
redskin, running like all get-up to
ward his hoss. ‘Hi-up,’ I yells at
him, not wishing to shoot any man
in the back. The Apache turned,
seen me laying there on the ground,
and snaps up his rifle. But I had
a bead on him an’ pressed the trig
ger, which brought my score up to
100 per cent, although I was some
stove up what with two bullet-" in
me an’ a busted ankle—”
Abe paused in the telling of his
tale, as Runnels, who had been lis
tening with satisfying intentness,
suddenly burst into a roar of laugh
ter.
Abe looked at him sharply. In
fact, we all looked at him sharply.
All during the telling of the story
I had felt that Abe was doing an
excellent job. I was sure that the
easterner was convinced that the
West had once been wild and woolly,
and that Abe was all we had
bragged about him being.
Abe waited a moment, and then
said, "That's a nasty laugh, mister.
What might it mean?"
Runnels dried his eyes. “Pardon
me, Sheriff, but you looked so se
rious when you were telling that sto
ry—quite as if you actually expect
ed me to believe it.”
Abe reddened under his tan, lean
ing forward. "Young feller, are you
insinuating that the story isn’t true,
that I’m a liar? If so you’d better
give a reason, and give it dang
quick!”
Runnels nodded, stifling another
roar of laughter. "Well, it was a
good story anyway,” he admitted,
"and I’ll never tell a soul it isn’t
true. Only next time. Sheriff, when
you recite that yarn, you might bear
in mind that we easterners natural
ly expect you cowboys to know all
about horses and how to ride ’em.
We wouldn’t, for example, ever
dream of accusing you of attempting
to mount a horse from the right side,
under any circumstances.” And
Runnels looked down at Abe’s in
jured right leg.”
Mule Trader Recognizes
Animal After 20 Years
Of course there are big mules and
little mules, but to most persons
all mules look alike.
However, down in Kirbyville in the
East Texas stump country, there is
a man who can recognize a mule
he sold 20 years ago and can even
remember the name of the animal.
And he has dealt in hundreds of
mules in that time.
T. G. (“Thorny”) Hicks is his
name and he has been in'the mule
trading business for more than 25
years. His memory for mule faces
and mule names has made a legend
of him—that and the fact that he
advertises on his trucks and sign
boards that he gives “a tolerable
square deal to all.”
From his native Alabama to the
Fort Worth stockyards, his “toler
able square deal" is discussed, and
the reputation his signs and mem
ory have brought him has made him
one of the several tourist attractions
of this town.
“I never tell a lie outright about
an animal I’m trying to trade,”
Hicks asserted one day. "I’ll tell
the prospective customer the ani
mal is four years old, and I won't
be lying, for I don’t have to tell him
how much older than four years the
plug is.”
Hicks can drive a bargain trade,
and he teaches his wranglers his
trade angles. One wrangler, in less I
than two days, ran a $10 plug into I
$400 worth of animal by rapid trad
ing and "good hoss talk.”
Hicks’ “Tolerable square deal”
has effect, for Hicks works from
daylight to dark—just trading.
- 0$P> SEW
4f'~ Ruth Wyeth Spears
USE A fSAUCERASA
FOR CUTTING BACK.FRON
AND INTERLINING-FACE
ISTAN-TURr
RED AND
WHITE -
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BINDING WHITE
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DRAW A HE ART
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APPLIQUE
A CRESCENT OF^' ?
WHITE -OUTLINE TEETH
_ IN BLACK THREAD
"THESE moody young ladies
*■ with their sun-tanned faces,
gay bandannas and sparkling but
ton eyes will stand out among pot
holders with less personality. Alto,
you can have fun making them.
You won’t need a stamping pat
tern. Just follow the directions in
the sketch to change the faces
from gloom to joy by easy stages.
Baste the tan piece for the face
to a cotton flannel interlining with
a line of basting exactly through
the center up and down and an
other crosswise through the cen
ter. The two pieces for the ban
danna lap one inch below the top
of the up-and-down line. Their
lower ends come one-half inch be
low the ends of the crosswise line.
Stitch these in place. The one
inch buttons for the eyes are
spaced two inches apart and the
tops are one-fourth inch above the
crosswise line of basting. The top
of each mouth is 114 inches below
this crosswise line. The lady be
comes sad, speculative or gay ac
cording to the slant of the stitches
for the eyes or the shape of her
mouth.
* • •
NOTE: There are many other illustrated
ideas for gifts and bazaar items in num
bers 2 and 4 of the series of 32-page book
lets which Mrs. Spears has prepared for
our readers. She will mail copies to read
ers who will send name and address with.
10c in coin for each booklet ordered. Just
address:
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
Drawer 10
Bedford Hills New York
Enclose 10 cents for each book
ordered.
Name ...
Address .
Scornful Silence
Silence is the most perfect ex
pression of scorn.—George Ber
nard Shaw.
Nothing From Nothing
Nothing can be born of nothing*
nothing can be resolved into noth
ing.—Persius.
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all your needs in seeds
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Memory Clings
Experience teaches that a good
memory is generally joined to a
weak judgment.—Montaigne.
Lips a Door
Lips are no part of the head*
only made for a double-leaf door
for the mouth.—Lyly.'
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Smith Bros. Cough Drops are the
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Vitamin A (Carotene) raises the resistance of
mucous membranes of nose and throat to
k cold infections, when lack of _ resist* ,
' ance is due to V itamin A deficiency. I
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Real friendship is a slow grow
er, and never thrives unless en
grafted upon stock of known and
reciprocal merit.—Lord Chester
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