WHO’S
NEWS
THIS
WEEK
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
Consolidated Features.—WNU Release.
NEW YORK —A former political
officer in the Near East recent
ly told this writer that he consid
ered the 1,000-mile Iraq to Haifa oil
A p t ,, c ■ i lineaspossi
A Fateful Swirl bly the most
Of World Destiny vital military
m » >> * | »i stretch in the
Around Col.Glubb world Brit.
ain’s second Lawrence of Arabia
looks after it diligently, now and
then lightly sideswiped in the news,
with word that he has taken to
planes instead of slow moving cam
els in making his rounds—as of to
day.
He Is Col. John B. Glubb,
commander in chief of the Arab
legion, a quiet, stoop-shouldered,
studious man, who is quite un
like the romantic Lawrence. His
name might suggest as much.
Lawrence’s mystical fervor
somewhat diluted his hard polit
ical realism. Nothing like that
with Colonel Glubb. He is a
calm, precise political function
ary who has sunk 23 of his 45
years in the Job of keeping the
Arabs lined up amicably with
Britain.
Britain has never for a moment
underrated the danger of disaffec
tion among the 250,000.000 of the
Moslem world, from India to Mo
rocco. Propaganda box scores
haven’t the finality or clarity of
World Series returns, but in the pre
war years observers generally gave
the decision to Germany and Italy I
as against Britain for a more per
sistent and sagacious radio pene
tration of the moslem desert tribes.
The former would give the shieks
something like "My Desert Rose,”
with a bit of boogie-woogie ara
besque mixed in and start them rug
cutting happily in every oasis. Brit
ain would counter with Big Ben—
not so good, by all accounts. Then
again, the Axis powers bribed lav
ishly and, when that didn’t work,
threatened menacingly.
Obviously Colonel Glubb had a
difficult assignment. Lawrence,
with Allenby, had the advantage
of fighting an offensive propa
ganda war, moving in on the
crackup of the Turkish empire.
Colonel Glubb’s long, lonely war
has been defensive, not only
against the Nasl-Fascist on
slaught. but against the kick
back of Lawrence’s unfinished
political agenda.
Integrity appeared to be Britain’s
answer to the opposing propaganda
barrage. That is what Colonel
Glubb, in person and in action, sig
nifies, and even sharply critical ac
counts of Britain’s propaganda agree
that he has been singularly effec
tive.
In the hills of Transjordan, the
tribesmen call him Abou Heineik,
the Man With the Jaw. That has
to do with a scar on his chin, the
mark of a bullet in the First World
war, in which he doubled in shooting
and politics, as he is doing in this
one.
Last May, fighting insurgent
tribes, he received two bullet
wounds and reports were that he
had been killed, but he recovered
and on October 21 was awarded
the Distinguished Service order
for keeping everything ship
shape in Iraq and Syria.
He is shrewd. When he took com
mand of the Arab Legion in 1932, he
didn't let everybody in. Realizing
perhaps that the quite human Arabs
Special Privilege, dashof priv*
Bright-Hued Outfits ilege along
Up Patrol’s thteir
liberty,
equality and fraternity, like all the
rest of us, he made it quite some
thing to be tapped for membership
in the Legion. Then when they got
the pipe line camel patrol going, he
let the boys shop around for bright
red galabiehs, with long white
sleeves, scarlet cloaks, multi-hued
shawls and rope crowns on their
heads. He gave them the biggest
and stateliest camels he could find,
and they worked with both zest and
showmanship.
You couldn’t very well mount a
gun turret on a camel hump and
Colonel Glubb, recognizing this,
worked in a degree of mechaniza
tion which already has been effec
tive in checking forays of maraud
ing tribesmen, incited by the Axis.
The colonel is a Cornishman, not
an old school tie man, up in the
army from the ranks. He is a dili
gent student of Arabian geograph
ical and military problems. This is
important in view of the fact that
for a decade or more the Nazis
have been luring young Arabs to
Berlin and educating them in their
schools of geopolitics, a blue print
for world conquest which, according
to current authoritative studies be
gan to take shape more than 100
years ago. A good deal of world des
tiny eddys about the shoulders of Col
onel Glubb of the pipe line patroL
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Rogers’ Rangers, 1942 Model
WHEN a party of United States
Rangers went on a British
; Commando raid in German-occu
pied France recently, the ghost of
doughty old Robert Rogers must
have smiled grimly and apprecia
tively to his fellows in that Valhalla
where wander the shades of mighty
warriors. For these American sol
diers, trained like the British Com
mandos to climb mountains and
jump down high cliffs, speed noise
lessly through dense forests and kill
silently with knives rather than with
guns, gave such a good account of
themselves against the Nazis as to
prove their right to be named for
Rogers' Rangers and thus perpetu
ate, with their deeds, the fame of
those rough-and-ready bushflghters
of long ago.
MAJ. ROBERT ROGERS
Rogers was born in 1727 at Dun
barton in the English colony of New
Hampshire. His youth was spent as
a hunter and trapper in the forests
of New England and Canada and
there he learned the lessons in In
dian warfare which were to make
him invaluable in the French and
the Indian war.
At the opening of that conflict in
1755 Rogers led a force of hardy
woodsmen from New Hampshire to
Albany. N. Y., where the British
and Colonial forces were being as
sembled to attack the French forts
at Crown Point and Ticonderoga.
Sir William Johnson, the great Co
lonial leader, knowing of Rogers’
reputation, used him and his men
as scouts. Making his headquar
ters at Fort William Henry, a new
post at the south end of Lake Cham
plain, Rogers began a series of
forays against the French and their
Indian allies.
So valuable did these New Hamp
shiremen prove to be as scouts and
fighters that at the opening of the
spring campaign in 1756, their lead
er was given a special commission
by the Earl of Loudon, British com
mander-in-chief, to raise a picked
corps of bush fighters who were to
receive the same pay as the regu
lars but who were to carry on their
operations in their own way. Thus
came into existence that splendid
body of military irregulars, known
as Rogers’ Rangers, who were to
become the terror of their enemies
and set the pattern for fighting
methods of American frontiersmen
for the next century.
Some of their adventures and
their exploits make those of the
dime novel heroes seem tame by
comparison. When Kenneth Roberts
came to write an historical novel
about Rogers’ Rangers, it wasn’t
necessary for him to draw upon his
imagination to make it thrilling. All
he had to do was tell the facts—as
anybody who saw the movie “North
west Passage” can testify.
Rogers’ reward for his service
was small. He visited England and
suffered from poverty until he bor
rowed money with which to print his
Journal. He presented this to the
king and in 1765 was appointed com
mandant at Michillimackinac. Ac
cused of dishonesty he was sent in
irons to Montreal and court-mar
tialed. He went to England again
but was soon imprisoned for debt.
Later he returned to America and
at the outbreak of the Revolution
! found himself suspected by both the
Patriots and Tories. Arrested by
, orders of Washington, he was later
' placed on parole but he was so em
bittered by this treatment that he
j broke his parole and openly joined
the British.
Banished from America in 1778,
! he went to England where his later
| career was described as “wild, im
| provident and extravagant.” He
died some time after 1800, “a vic
tim to his evil habits." Thus ended
in anti climax the life of this "flrst
class fightin’ man.”
Among those who served as Rog
ers' Rangers were two who were
destined for future fame as leaders
in the Continental army during the
Revolution. One was another New
Hampshireman, John Stark, later
the victor at the Battle of Benning
ton, a “curtain-raiser" to the de
cisive battle of the Revolution -Sar
atoga. The other was from Con
necticut and he was associated with
, Rogers in some of his most daring
I exploits against the French and
Indians. His name was Israel Put
nam—"Old Put" of Bunker Hill and
Long Island battle fame.
I
Pack a Lunch That Gives Them a Lift
(See Recipes Below.)
Victory Lunch Box
How’s the vim, vigor and vitamin
content on the put-up lunches for
your scnool cnn
dren and defense
\ workers? You may
not realize it, but
the three “v’s’’
have an important
-bearing on their
intelligence quo
tient, for good, well balanced rood
makes both child and adult fit for
whatever the day may bring. A
poorly nourished body isn’t recep
tive to learning exposure, nor is it
capable of meeting the intensive re
quirements of physical or mental
work.
Lunches should pull no punches.
Just because they are compact, and
it’s difficult to have as much variety
and hot food as when you are pre
paring the lunch in your own kitchen,
is no reason for skipping over the
lunch lightly, in the hope you can
make up these shortages at dinner.
This meal in the middle of the day
should take care of a third of the
day’s food requirements and as such
is not a matter to be considered
lightly. >
Yes, it’s a challenge, homemak
ers! You may bake the best cake
in miles around or turn out a roast
that’s proud to behold, or a dessert
that’s purely ambrosial, but if you
don’t put up a lunch that your child
or defense worker husband eats with
gusto, you won't get my vote for
excellence.
Now, let’s get to work! Sandwiches
are a standby, but let’s make them
something more than peanut-butter
and jelly or cheese between a couple
slices of bread.
Sandwich Ideas.
Sliced or chopped hard-cooked
eggs, combined with pickle and
moistened with salad dressing.
Sliced tongue or ham with mus
tard or horseradish.
Livcrwurst, mashed and seasoned
with catsup.
Chopped ham, chopped hard
cooked eggs, minced green pepper,
cooked salad dressing.
Cream cheese, grated yellow
cheese, chopped pimiento, chopped
green olives, salad dressing to
moisten.
Ground corned beef, chopped
pickle, and chopped ripe olives
blended with mayonnaise.
Peanut butter and honey or cream
cheese and honey.
Meat loaf, lettuce, rye bread.
Have a hot dish, too. This makes
for top-notch efficiency besides giv
ing the luncheon a hearty and sub
stantial angle that your children or
defense-plant husband will welcome.
How to do? Simply use a thermos
bottle for soup or a hot drink or
unwaxed paper cups and containers
for hot foods. Packing the kind of
lunch your family can work on
should be your aim—an aim. which
is fast gaining prominence because
hours lost out of the plant or by
children from school by illness,
I mean sabotage on the nutrition
1 front.
LYNN SAYS:
Ideas in a Box: Surprises are
as welcome in a lunch box as on
a birthday. Try adding a few
stuffed prunes (with cream,
cheese, honey and peanut butter
or dates) just as an extra. It
will go over big, as will a few
salted nuts, a bit of stuffed celery
and whole carrots.
Dress up lunch with a perky
salad. They’ll like cooked or
canned green beans with cooked
or canned carrots with lettuce and
French dressing. Shredded cab
bage with shredded carrots,
strips of green pepper; grated
carrots, diced pineapple and rai
sins; canned peas, chopped onion,
hard-cooked egg. Devilled eggs
are nice, too—with a touch of
paprika for color.
Creamed meat or fish in the
hollow of a bun which has been
scooped out. and the top of the
bun held on together with a tooth
pick is good. Try creamed dried
beef, creamed sausages, tuna fish
or salmon salad, or creamed
stuffed eggs.
This Week’s Menu
Lunch Box
•Vegetable Soup
•Tongue Sandwiches
•Grated Cheese Sandwiches
Grated Carrot-Pineapple Salad
Devilled Eggs
Fresh Pear • Honey Brownies
•Recipes Given
Do you ever realize how much the
family raves over your good home
made vegetable soup? Yes, they do,
and it will be especially welcome in
the lunch box:
•Vegetable Soup.
1 soup bone
2 quarts cold water
1 cup chopped onion
1 cup diced carrots
1 cup sliced okra
1 cup green beans, cut
2 cups diced potatoes
2 cups tomatoes
Wash bone and remove all loose,
small pieces of bone. Cover with
water and let simmer for two hours.
Remove bone from broth and cook
all vegetables until tender. Season.
Salads make a complete meal of
lunch besides providing the day's
quota of vitamins. Neatly packed
in small, waxed containers salads
will retain their original freshness
and appeal:
•Vitamin Salad.
1/4 cups spinach leaves, raw
2 tablespoons chopped, mixed
pickles
% cup diced celery
1 teaspoon chopped onion
% teaspoon salt
4 tablespoons mayonnaise
1 cup cottage cheese
Add pickles and celery, chopped
onion and salt to spinach and mix
well. Chill overnight in covered
waxed paper container in refrigera
tor. Pack cottage cheese and
mayonnaise in separate small paper
containers to serve with spinach
mixture.
Bright, fr6sh, juicy fruits such as
oranges, pears, qpples, bananas,
grapes, individual
ly wrapped in
waxed paper will
give a lift in the
middle of the day.
Then for variety's
sake you might
have a pudding
packed in an indi
vidual paper container like this one:
Apricot Cream.
(Serves 6)
4 egg yolks
14 cup sugar
Juice and rind of 1 lemon
2 tablespoons hot water
14 cup strained apricot pulp
4 egg whites
2 tablespoons powdered sugar
Beat egg yolks, add sugar, lemon
juice, water and apricot pulp. Cook
over hot water until thick. Beat egg
whites stiff and add powdered sugar.
Fold into cooled, cooked mixture.
Place in refrigerator until thick and
cold.
Cookies with fruit or puddings pol
ish off the dessert course, and child
or plant worker is ready for an
afternoon of real “production.” Fa
vorite cookies made with honey to
keep in tune with the times are:
‘Honey Brownies.
(Makes 2 dozen)
1 package semi-sweet chocolate
chips
14 cup shortening
2 eggs, beaten
6 tablespoons strained honey
14 cup sifted flour
14 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup chopped nuts
Melt chocolate and shortening
over hot water. Cool. Beat eggs
until lemon-colored and add honey
gradually. Add sifted dry ingredi
ents. Mix in chocolate, add vanilla
and nuts. Pour into greased, waxed
paper lined 8 inch square par. Bake
35 minutes in a moderate (370
degree) oven.
Cake Making? Bread Making?
Cookie Baking? Budget Fixing? House
keeping? You name the problem and
explain it. Miss Lynn Chambers will
be glad to give you expert advice if you
write to her, enclosing a self addressed,
stamped envelope for your reply, at
Western Xeu spaper i n ion, 210 South
Desplaines Street, Chicago, III.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
I
Western
Scenery
Ry
JAMES FREEMAN
Assortnted Newspapers.
WNU Features.
WHEN the county authorities
offered to buy Sheriff Seth
Crystal an automobile to be
used in the exercise of his
duty and enable him better to cope
with modern bandits, he scorned
their offers—and won their animos
ity. They didn’t like his attitude,
claimed he wasn’t adequately
equipped. But no one had yet sum
moned up enough courage to come
out openly and declare that Seth had
failed at his job, and demand a
change.
Sheriff Crystal hated automo
biles. They reminded him of
the passing of the old West. He
was old, this Sheriff Crystal, a
member of the old school of
bandit-hunter3, somewhat of a
sentimentalist, who dreamed of
the past and lived in it a great
deal, too.
There were rumors that it was
time he was retired on a pension.
He didn’t want to be retired, or he
didn’t need to be.
But now the worst had happened.
The bank at Salt Flats had been
robbed, the cashier shot and the
bandits escaped in a high-powered
car. And Seth—ridiculous as it
seemed—had set out to catch them,
an hour later, astride his bay mare.
Even in the face of such a grave
situation there had been those who
laughed, for it seemed such an ab
surd thing to do.
Fifteen miles north of Salt Flats
Seth drew in his sweating mount at
He was old, this Sheriff Crystal,
a member of the old school of
bandit-hunters, somewhat of a senti
mentalist, who dreamed of the past
and lived in it a great deal, too.
a point where the road swerved
sharply to the left, skirting a rising
bluff that eventually merged into
the hills above the desert. Directly
ahead of him lay Drybed Sink, sun
scorched and shimmering beneath
the noonday sun.
During the winter months the
floor of Drybed Sink was cov
ered occasionally with water,
rendering travel by horses or
machine an impossibility be
cause of the soft, oozy mud.
But during the other nine
months the bottom became
baked hard by the sun, present
ing a flat, smooth surface of a
solidity strong enough to with
stand the pressure of a dozen
trucks at once. The sink served
as a crosscut at these times for
travelers wishing to reach the
town of Morton, where the rail
road passed through.
Seth urged his mare down onto
the sink floor and settled into the
saddle for the ten-mile ride beneath
the broiling July sun. As he ad
vanced a mirage, representing a
cooling expanse of lake water, re
ceded before him not 100 yards dis
tant. The mirage had never failed
to fascinate Seth. And today, de
spite the gravity of his thoughts, he
watched it with as much interest as
ever. Nothing had seemed more
real, not even Lake Michigan, on
which he had once gazed from a
high promontory, years ago. Natives
of the vicinity liked to bring tourists
out to Drybed Sink just to hear their
exclamations of incredulity. Many
of them refused to believe the lake
was not genuine until they had been
taken down into the sink and shown.
Ordinarily Seth might have re
flected on these amusing inci
dents, but today he was thinking
of something more important.
He was wondering what he’d say
when those in charge down at
the county seat accused him of
being incompetent and con
demned him for not bringing
back the bandits. They'd say
he didn’t have a chance, be
cause being without an automo
bile he wasn’t on an equal foot
ing with the bandits, and what
would his answer be?
Seth didn’t know why he kept on
; the trail. Possibly he had hopes of
i picking up a clue in Morton that
might lead to something. But at
best the outlaws would reach the
; railroad town shortly after noon, and
I pass through it. It was maddening,
in a way, to think of the speed with
; which they could travel, madden
; ing, and yet even now Seth refused
to bow to the encroachment of a
new West and the passing of the old.
Somehow — out here — automobiles
and such had no place. It was a
man’s country, and whether or not
a man survived in it shouldn’t de
pend on man-made machines. It
didn't seem right
Toward three o’clock Seth rode up
the northern slope of the sink and
came onto the road that spilled down
out of the hills and stretched away
in the distance to Morton. He
paused to rest, again wondering just
what he’d say when he reached the
town, knowing full well that he’d ap
pear a little ridiculous as he ex
plained his mission and told of
how the bank robbers had escaped.
The mare was close to exhaus
tion, but she moved unhesitatingly
ahead when Seth picked up the
reins. They plodded on for 100
yards or more, then Seth abruptly
sat erect on his saddle apd pulled
in. Behind him unmistakably, he
heard the roar of a motor. It was
coming down the road, out of the
hills.
Without knowing why, yet con
scious of a vague hope, Seth
urged the mare behind a clump
of mesquite, and waited. Pres
ently a car emerged into the flat
country and roared toward him.
Seth’s heart thumped. The car
contained three men, and its de
scription fitted nicely with the
one given him of the hold-up
machine.
Seth reached down to his hip and
drew forth the long-barreled, anti
quated six-shooter that had been his
boon companion for nearly half a
century. Holding the perfectly bal
anced weapon in his right hand, he
picked up the reins with the left and
sat crouched a little forward in his
saddle.
The car came on, its speed re
ducing as it struck the loose sand
of the desert country. Seth could
see its occupants’ faces quite plain
ly. Unconsciously he chuckled at
their expressions of annoyance at
having their speed impeded.
Seth waited until the car had ap
proached within twenty-five feet of
the mesquite clump, then drove
his spurs and let out a yip. The
mare lunged forward, directly in the
path of the oncoming vehicle.
The reaction of the driver was
natural. Instinctively he swerved to
avoid a collision, automatically ap
plying the brakes. The machine's
front wheels struck the loose sand,
and lurched, throwing the occupants
of the car against the windshield.
Seth quieted the mare with a word
and a slight tug on the reins. He
sat very straight and still in his
saddle, watching the men in the car
gravely, the old-fashioned six-shoot
er held on a level with his hip.
From the car’s front seat
came a steady flow of cursing
and groans. Presently one of
the men disentangled himself,
sat up, saw Seth sitting there
and without thinking reached in
side his coat toward a shoulder
holster. The six-shooter in Seth’s
hand roared and leaped. The
bandit shrieked and looked down
at his shattered wrist in blank
dismay.
"An’ now,” said Seth gently, “you
three coyotes climb down outter that
ottermobeel and start walking. It’s
only three miles to Morton,
an’ the exercise will do you good.
I ain’t got no use for ottermobeels
anyhow.”
An hour later Seth had lodged his
three prisoners in the jail at Morton
and was seated in the cool of the
evening on the veranda of the town’s
rooming house. A group of citizens
was crowding about, clamoring for
details of the arrest, expressing
amazement at the rapidity with
which the sheriff had captured the
perpetrators of the worst hold-up
and robbery in the county’s history.
But Seth answered only vaguely.
He was thinking of tomorrow when
he would ride astride a horse into
Salt Flats with his prisoners; he
was thinking of the expressions of
incredulity that would most certain
ly appear on the faces of the county
authorities, and of their embarrass
ment at thus having their plans to
pension him off frustrated.
Once he chuckled. No need, he
thought, to mention the mirage. I
Let ’em guess how he did it. They '
were too stupid to realize that the
bandits were city men and hence, i
upon seeing the mirage that had
fooled even Westerners, had natu
rally believed it real and taken the
winter road through the hills, that
was five miles longer.
Wiesbaden, Once Famous
Spa, Attacked by RAF
Bombing of Wiesbaden by the
RAF focuses attention on one of Ger
many’s most famous spas. Manu
facture of surgical instruments and
the production of cement are im
portant industries in normal times,
but the city is best known for its
medicinal baths.
During the season, from April to
October, thousands of visitors sought
relief from various ailments. This ;
influx doubled the city’s normal pop
ulation of 100,000. The range of
ills included gout, rheumatism, and
neuralgia. Shrinkage of oversize
waistlines was a major objective,
according to a bulletin from the
National Geographic society.
Baths with all the trimmings were
readily available—sand, mud, hot
air, electricity, and steam—or the
health seeker could revel in the sim
plicity of an old-fashioned tub im
mersion. Mineral mists were pro
vided for those who wanted to
“bathe” their lungs. Lounging
rooms were a characteristic feature
of the bath houses.
Although Wiesbaden throve on the
ills of the flesh, it was also a center
for sports lovers. Easy access to
the forests and vineyards of the
Rhine valley invited hikers and auto
mobile tourists. The number of
playefs on its golf courses and ten
nis courts was evidence of the city’s
appeal to the able-bodied.
Gems of Thought
'T'OLERANCE means rever
A ence for all possibilities of
Truth ... It means the charity
that is greater than even faith
and hope.—John Morley.
I hold it true, whate'er befall,
I feel it when l sorrow most;
’Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
—ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.
To Adam, paradise was
home. To the good among his
descendants, home is paradise.
—Hare.
Time is the one thing we pos
sess. Our success depends upon
the use of our time, and its by
product, the odd moment.—Ar
thur Brisbane.
Pull the Trigger on
Constipation, with
Ease for Stomach, too
When constipation brings on discom
fort after meals, stomach upset, bloating,
dizzy spells, gas, coated tongue, and bad
breath, your stomach is probably “crying
the blues" because your bowels don’t
move. It calls for Laxative-Senna to pull
the trigger on those lazy bowels, com
bined with Syrup Pepsin for perfect ease
to your stomach in taking. For years,
many Doctors have given pepsin prepa
rations in their prescriptions to make
medicine more agreeable to a touchy
stomach. So be sure your laxative con
tains Syrup Pepsin. Insist on Dr. Cald
well's Laxative Senna combined with
Syrup Pepsin. See how wonderfully the
Laxative Senna wakes up lazy nerves and
muscles in your intestines to bring wel
come relief from constipation. And the
good old Syrup Pepsin makes this laxa
tive so comfortable and easy on your
stomach. Even finicky children love the
taste of this pleasant family laxative.
Take Dr. Caldwell’s Laxative Senna com
bined with Syrup Pepsin, as directed on
label or as your doctor advises, and feel
world’s better. Get genuine Dr. Caldwell’s.
There is really nothing more
pleasant than the warm glow you
get when you know your gift is
well received. For assurance of
that this Christmas, send' those
smokers on your list Camel ciga
rettes or Prince Albert Smoking
Tobacco. They’re favorites both,
especially with men in the service.
You have your choice of three dis
tinctive gift - wrapped packages.
Camels in the Christmas Carton,
10 packages of 20’s—also the gay
“Holiday House’’ containing four
boxes of “flat fifties.’’ Either way
you give 200 mild, flavorful Cam
els. Prince Albert Smoking Tobac
co comes in the pound canister all
wrapped and ready to give. The
packages even include space for
your “Merry Christmas” mes
sage. You’ll find them featured by
your local dealer as gifts sure to
please.—Adv.
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God made the country and man
made the town.—Cowper.
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• A BUSINESS
organization which wants
to get the most for the
money sets up standards
by which to judge what
is offered to it, just as in
Washington the govern
ment maintains a Bureau
of Standards.
•You can have your own
Bureau of Standards, too.
Just consult the advertis
ing columns of your news
paper. They safeguard
your purchasing power
every day of every year.
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