lui Jlyttn Clu+mA&U Magic for Your Meals—Berry Jams (See Recipes Below.) Time for Jam With the arrival of the fruit and Jelly season, you homemakers .will j want to make tne most of these garden products j for winter use. ' This year it is doubly important for you to can v fruits and jellies ^ wisely, as this ' will help you not only in conserv Ing the nation’s resources, but also assure you of delicious accompani ments to your meals during cooler weather. Since sugar is used in canning not only as a sweetener, but as a preservative, the government will allot five pounds of sugar per per son, in addition to what you receive in your ration, so that you will have sugar for canning. *R!pe Raspberry Jam. By R. H. WILKINSON Assort n ted Newspapers. WNU Features. — FUNNY how you could think of so much in so short a space of time. Yet the whole con versation ran through Emery Folsom's mind in the seconds before the ball spiralled down, plumped against his chest, and he was away. Folsom could hear the two voices even now. “Oh, sure,” the first voice had said. “Oh, sure, Folsom’s good all right. He’d be a star half back if he could take it.” "You mean,” said the second voice, "that he’s yellow?” “It’d be more kind to say the kid’s cautious.” The first voice broke into a short laugh. "Yeah, cautious. Afraid he’ll spoil the looks of his pan. There's a girl they say.” “Folsom's away!" The shout came echoing down from the stands in a thunderous roar. But Emery didn’t hear it. He had too much else to occupy his mind There were two men in the field ahead. The Allenton safety man and another, Mac Piper, the half back. Emery was charging at Mac like a freight train. Funny how you thought of things at times like this. Yel low, eh? They thought he was afraid of getting bunged up be cause his girl wouldn’t like his looks? They thought he had the makings of a great star if he weren’t yellow? Yellow! You couldn’t say anything much worse about a man. And Emery was prideful and sensitive, too. This was his first year on the varsity. And reaching the varsity had been the culmination of years of dreaming and hoping and making himself fit. And now that he was there they thought him yellow! Did they think he was afraid of being bunged up because his girl then wouldn’t like his looks? They all thought it You could see it in their faces when they looked at him. They were too decent—or afraid, to accuse him openly. But despite the fact they thought him yellow they admitted he was fairly good. That's why Coach Murray kept him on the squad. Mac Piper swung in from the right Emery veered. Mac's arm tried to encircle his thigh. Emery’s right hand shot out and Mac fell away, rolling over and over. Emery was away again, cutting toward the sideline in a race to beat the safety man. Next year, he was thinking, next year there’ll be someone to take my place. I won’t even be allowed on the varsity, because they think I’m yellow—unless I prove that I’m not.” The safety man was going to beat Emery to the sidelines He could see that at a glance. Anyhow the sideline was too dangerous a place to risk a fracas. He might be thrown out of bounds. Emery stopped in his tracks, swung toward midfield. The safety man was taken wholly by surprise. Emery had gained a few feet be fore the Allenton back could shift his course. Even so, Emery knew he couldn't gat by. The stands were wild. Were they calling him yellow for try ing to avoid contact with the safety man? Well, contact was Inevitable. For they weren’t two feet apart now. The safety man was coming at him from the left. Too late Emery remembered that he shouldn't have permitted an at i tack from his left. Too late. The safety man had hold of his left arm. Emery winced and wanted to scream. But he didn't He kept moving. Three steps, dragging the safety man along with his left arm. Sharp pains were shooting up into his shoulder. Specks were dancing before his eyes. No use. He was going to faint Vaguely he knew that he was fall ing. The ground came up and knocked the remaining conscious ness from his brain. He lay there, with the safety man sprawled out beside him, still clutching his left arm. And above the thunder of an insane mob of fans the starter’s gun boomed a denouement to the drama When Emery finally regained con sciousness, he found himself lying on a table in the locker room. He was partly undressed, and a trainer was rubbing his legs. Coach Murray was standing on one side of the table, and Ernie Little, the Morrow captain, on the other side. "You played a great game, Fol som," the coach was saying. "I’m proud to have you on the squad, for i a fact." we re all proud, Folsom,” Ernie Little grinned. "How d'yuh feel?” Emery smiled faintly. Why couldn’t they be honest? Why couldn’t they tell him they thought him yellow, and be done with it? “Can’t blame you chaps for being a little sore,” he said. "Losing the game like I did.” “Losing hell!” Ernie Little ex ploded. “You were across the line when Piper dragged you down.” Emery grinned. That was a little better. He said: "Well, that’s fine. Glad we won." Pause. "Listen, Coach, I been thinking about next year. Is there going to be a chance ; for me?” Coach Murray seemed a little startled. He saw an anxious, I pathetic look in Emery’s eyes and swallowed hard. “Chance for you? i Say, I’m counting on you for next year more than any three men in the squad. I guess you’re still a little goofy from that fall, Folsom.” Emery wet his lips. “Well—then you chaps don't think I’m yellow any more?” “Yellow?” Coach Murray and Ernie Little suddenly exchanged looks. “Say, who’s been talking to you? Who told you that?” "Why—why no one. That is, I overheard some—” Coach Murray swore. “And you fell for that! Say, Folsom, you’re green. That’s an old gag. Some of the boys sized you up, decided you , had a lot of pride and a lot more ; potential ability than you were show ing on the field. They framed that j talk, fixed it so you'd overhear ’em and get mad. They wanted you to get out there in this last game of the season and show folks you weren’t yellow. Probably they had some money up." Framed. A trick! Emery tried to grasp it and couldn’t. Yet somehow, despite the ex cruciating pain in his shoulder, he felt suddenly happy. The trainer was tugging at his Jer sey. Emery let out a yelp of pain. He couldn’t help it. Coach Murray came around the table, brushed the trainer aside, and took hold of Emery’s arm. He looked up, and Emery couldn’t re member having seen such a look on a man's face. His words were flat and cold and hard. "When did this happen, Folsom?” Emery had difficulty in talking. He thought he was going to faint again. “Third—quarter. It—it didn’t hurt much—then.” Coach Murray swore horribly. And there was a sudden stillness in the locker room. Ernie Little’s face was white. Finally he said, awed, “And the kid had an idea they thought he was yellow. So he played through a quarter and a half and made that last run with a broken arm!" He stopped and Involuntarily shuddered. He was thinking how it must have felt when Piper pulled Folsom down. And then he glanced savagely toward the table. But Emery had slipped once more into unconsciousness, and there was a smile on his lips. Many Theories as to Origin of Bock Beer Not many German words are bet ter known to the American public than bock, meaning goat. This is due to the fact that the bock beer sign, decorated with the picture of a goat, has been for many years (forgetting the 13 black years) a mildly festive feature of the Ameri can spring. Baltimoreans have been pleasantly aware of this season al brew for some days now, although there used to be a local tradition that it wasn’t to be served until Good Friday. There are authorities who pretend to trace the origin of bock beer back to the 11th century, but nobody really knows much about it. There is even some disagreement as to what it is. A vast amount of space would be required merely to review the various opinions handed down by respectble historians and brew masters, while to review the specu lations of dreamers and folklorists would be a lifelong task. There are those, among them J. P. Arnold, the author of “The Ori gin and History of Beer and Brew ing,” who hold to the Einbeck the ory. to wit, that bock originated In the ancient south German town of that name, and that it was first called einbeck, which became short ened to beck and eventually changed to bock. If this is true, then it was the name that suggested the goat as a symbol. Contrariwise, anoth er account relates how, during a fa mous outdoor drinking bout between brewmasters near Munich, one of the contestants was bowled over by a runaway goat, to the merriment of the spectators, who thereafter al ways referred to the strong brew he was drinking as bock. Wanted to Be Mayor U. S. Grant was our 17th Presi dent, but what he really wanted to be was mayor of Galena, 111. The Peoria (111.) Transcript of January 20, 1864, disclosed that some of the general's friends suggested to him that he allow his name to go before the national convention as a candi date for President. Grant replied that he aspired to only one office When the war was over he wished to return to Galena, run for mayor, and if elected see that the sidewalk running from his home to the rail road station was repaired and kept in good order. Released by Western Newspaper Union. H Saviors of the Flag HEN a press dispatch carried the news recently that an army captain and three enlisted men had braved heavy Japanese fire to re store the American flag atop a 100 foot pole on siege-bound Corregidor, it sent the editorial writers scurry ing to their history books to look up the name of a soldier who per formed a similar heroic deed dur ing the Revolution. So the story of the defense of Fort Sullivan, during the month of June, 1776, was told again and once more Americans were reminded of one of their almost-legendary heroes. He was Sgt. William Jasper and beside his name in the annals of America are now written, as “sa viors of the flag,” the names of Capt. Arthur E. Huff of St. Louis, Mo., Corp. Louis A. Roark of Gyp sum, Kan., and Privates Roy O. Bailey of Kansas City, Mo., and Har ley H. Leaird of Durant, Okla. For their feat at Corregidor they were awarded the silver star decoration. What their fate has been is unknown at the time this article is written, for Corregidor no longer flies the flag which they rescued. They may be prisoners of the Japanese, or they may have died gloriously in that last batte, just as did Sergeant Jasper in his last battle. .lasner was born in South Carolina about 1750 and soon after the out break of the Rev olution enlisted as a sergeant in the , Second South Car- { olina regiment, commanded by Col. William Moultrie. Early in June. 1776, I when a British I land and naval ' force under Sir William Moultrie Henry Clinton and Admiral Sir Peter Parker appeared off the Carolina coast to invest Charleston, Moultrie was trying to complete a fortress on Sullivan's is land at the mouth of the harbor. On the morning of June 28 five ships of the British armada sailed in close to the unfinished fort and opened a furious Are. Moultrie had only a limited supply of ammu nition, so his return Are was very light compared with that of the enemy. In the midst of the bom bardment a shot struck the staff from which Aew the South Carolina banner—a blue Hag, with a crescent The Flag moon in the up per corner — and it fell to the bot tom of the ditch outside the en trenchments. A great cheer went up from the Brit ish man - of - war' when they saw the patriots’ flag go down. But the next moment Sergeant Jasper had sprung from an embra sure, seized the flag, tore it from its shattered staff and tied it on to the staff of a sponge which he had been wielding as he helped serve one of the guns of the fort. Then he sprang back to the parapet and. amid a hail of enemy Are, supported it there un til another flagstaff had been secured to take its place. And above the roar of the cannonade could be heard the cheers of the Americans acclaiming the sergeant’s deed! AU day ttw battle raged fiercely with the Americans conserving their ammunition and making every shot tell upon the hulls qi the rigging of the British ships. Only one of the guns of the fort having been dis mounted, the enemy’s fire began to slacken and that night the attack was abandoned. In recognition of his brave act. Sergeant Jasper was presented by Governor Rutledge of South Caro lina with his own sword. The gov ernor also offered him a lieutenant’s commission but Jasper declined the honor because he could neither read nor write. However, Moultrie was so impressed with his daring that he gave the sergeant a roving com mission and allowed him to select six kindred spirits to carry out raids against the British. Jasper proved to be a successful partisan leader. His daring career came to an end on October 9, 1779. During the assault on the Spring Hill redoubt in the attack on Savannah by the American and French forces, led by General Lin coln and Admiral D’Estaing, Jasper was mortally wounded while at tempting to fasten the regimental colors to the parapet. A square in the city of Savannah and a county in Georgia perpetuate his name. William Moultrie, his command ing officer, was destined to have a longer and more distinguished ca reer. In commemoration of his bravery in defending Fort Sullivan, the fort was later named Fort Moul trie. Soon afterwards he was com missioned a brigadier general in the Continental army and placed in charge of military affairs in Georgia j and South Carolina where he repeat edly distinguished himself in battle against the British and Tories. In April, 1779, he again saved Charles ton from being captured by a British force under General Prevost. \r FOR VICTORY! Crochet these ’ Vs in red, white and blue gimp to sew on blouse, lapel, sleeve or hat. Add a necklace of stars or tiny military drums in our colors. To prevent marmalade from graining, do not boil it too fast and take it off the stove as soon as a little of it jellies on a cold plate. Be careful that you have pure sugar for this and all pre serves. HELP WANTED Cardinal Construction Company, General Building: Contractors, have a contract at Sioux Ordnance Depot near Sidney, Ne braska. where a large number of carpen ters, laborers, and other skilled mechan ics will be employed during the next four months. Work is Just getting under way and workmen are not requested to start coming in on their own accord. It is. however, suggested that any skilled building mechanics or laborers desiring employment write Cardinal Construction Company, Box 99, Sidney, Nebraska at once. Red raspberry leaves are said by some to be an excellent substi tute for tea, now that tea is scarce. They are to be picked and then dried before using. a a a The stock left from spinach should be saved and used in vege table soup. It contains valuable food properties. Pattern 256 contains directions for mak ing two necklaces, a bracelet and an orna ment; Illustrations of them and stitches; materials required. 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