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Strawberry Jam . . . It’s the Berries!
(See Recipe Below)
Get in the Jam!
Bright little berries pushing their
noses out of the greenery surround
ing them makes you think of jam
and jelly time, and rightfully so, for
this is the time to start putting up
those berries!
Strawberries are usually the first
to arrive on the canning scene, fol
lowed very short
ly by the other
berries like rasp
berries, cherries,
and then the
fruits. Don’t wait
until the berries
you are canning
are too ripe, for those do not make
the best jams and jellies.
To insure success in jelly making,
use a commercial pectin. There's no
sugar to waste on jelly that doesn’t
jell, and no time to spend re-cook
ing juices that won’t work for jelly
«r jam. The recipes I’m giving
this year are for smaller quantities
of jam and jelly for most of us do
not have too much sugar to spare
on canning.
You’ll like this standard recipe
which can be used for making sev
eral different kinds of jelly:
'Strawberry Jelly
Red Raspberry Jelly
Blackberry Jelly
Boysenberry Jelly
Dewberry Jelly
Loganberry Jelly
Youngberry Jelly
(Hakes 11 glasses, 6 Bald ounces
each)
4 caps juice
7H cups sugar
1 bottle fruit pectin
To prepare juice, crush or grind
thoroughly about 3 quarts of fully
ripe berries. Place in jelly bag or
cloth and squeeze out juice. (If ber
rit-s iacK uiruiess,
substitute V* cup
lemon juice tor
% cup prepared
juice.) Measure
sugar and juice
Into large sauce
pan and mix. |
Bring to a boil
over the hottest
fire and add bottled fruit pectin at
once, stirring constantly. Then bring
to a full rolling boil and boil hard
for Vt minute. Remove from fire,
skim, pour quickly into glasses and
paraffin at once.
Do you like the new combination
jellies? You may use the above rec
ipe, preparing the required 4 cups
of juice from 3 quarts of berries in
cluding 2 or more of the berries list
ed above.
•Ripe Sour Cherry and Red
Raspberry Jam.
(Makes 8 glasses, 6 fluid
ounces each)
3H cups prepared fruit
t 4K cups sugar
I box powdered fruit pectin
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Your Canning Shelf
•Strawberry Jelly
•Ripe Sour Cherry and Red
Raspberry Jam
•Strawberry and Pineapple Jam
•Rhubarb Relish
•Recipes Given
To prepare fruit, pit about 1 pound
of fully ripe cherries. Crush or
grind thoroughly. Crush about 1
quart red raspberries. Combine
fruits.
Measure sugar into dry dish and
set aside until needed. Measure
prepared fruit into a five or six
quart kettle, filling up last cup or
fraction of cup with water, if neces
sary. Place over hottest fire, add
powdered fruit pectin, and continue
stirring until mixture comes to a
hard boil Pour in sugar at once,
stirring constantly. Continue stir
ring, bring to a full rolling boil and
boil hard 1 minute.
Remove from fire. Skim, pour
quickly. Paraffin hot jam at once.
Ever tried a rhubarb relish? You
can put this lovely fruit up in this
way:
•Rhubarb Relish.
(Makes 4 pints)
1 quart diced rhubarb
1 quart onions, finely cut
4 cups brown sugar
1 tablespoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon allspice
1 teaspoon cloves
1 teaspoon ginger
H teaspoon pepper
1 pint vinegar
Combine all ingredients and heat
slowly to boiling. Simmer 45 to 50
minutes or until thick. Turn into
sterile glasses and seal with paraf
fin. Serve with meat.
One of the most delightful of jams
Is the one combining our favorites,
strawberries and pineapple.
•Strawberry and Pineapple Jam.
(Makes 10 glasses, 8
ounces each)
2 cups crushed strawberries
2 cups crushed canned or fresh
pineapple
7 cups sugar
h bottle commercial fruit pectin
To prepare fruit, crush complete
ly or grind the berries. Cut fine oi
grind the fresh pineapple or use
already canned fruit. Combine
fruits. Measure sugar and fruit into
large kettle, mixing well. Bring to
a full, rolling boil over high heat.
Stir constantly during boiling. Boil
hard 1 minute. Remove from heat
and stir in pectin. Stir and skim
by turns for just 5 minutes to cool
slightly to prevent floating fruit.
Pour quickly and paraffin or seal at
once.
You have often heard it said that
perfect jelly or jam can be ob
taineu even with
out the use of a
commercial pec
tin. But, to make
good jeily, the
fruit must con
tain both pectin
and acid in the
right quantity to
jell—be It (or jelly or jam. Straw
berries contain acid but usually lack
sufficient pectin. That’s why pectin
of the commercial variety is added
when making jelly or jam, or. as in
this next recipe, lemon juice iff add
ed:
Strawberry-Lemon Jam.
4 cups washed, hulled strawberries
5 cups sugar
H cup lemon juice
Combine sugar and berries, let
ting stand a few minutes, stirring
occasionally. Do not crush fruit.
Bring to a boil and boil 10 minutes,
stirring constantly. Add lemon juice
and cook 2 minutes longer. Pour
into sterilized glasses and seal at
once with paraffin.
Are you having difficulties planning
meals with points? Stretching your
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help if you write her, enclosing a
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THE STORY SO FAR: Ten-year-old
Ken McLaughlin can ride any horse on
his family's Wyoming ranch, bat he
wants a colt of his own. His father, a
retired army officer, refuses to give him
one until his school grades Improve and
he learns to take responsibility. Ken's
mother tries to protect him from the
stern discipline of his father and the
youthful bullying of his older brother,
Howard, who always manages to do
things right. Nell convinces her hus
band that the colt may be Just what Ken
needs, In sptte of the fact that he has
not been promoted. Days pass, and Ken
has not chosen his colt. But he Is a
changed boy.
Now continue with the story.
I
CHAPTER VI
Ken wakened one morning in the
dark and turned to face the win
dow, and when it showed faintly
gray outside, he got up and stood
watching the dawn brighten in the
east.
There wasn’t enough light yet for
him to see anything clearly. It
seemed a world of near-darkness, in
which vague outlines appeared and
vanished, floating and shadowy. His
thoughts were like that, too. He
groped for familiar footing in his
mind, byt everything was changed.
Something new had come into him
so that he was different. Even Tim
said that he had grown an inch since
his father promised him the colt,
and Howard treated him as if he
was important. But something had
gone out of him, too; and sometimes
he wanted it so that he was in a
panic.
But now he was outside. The door
was shut. It was windy and dan
gerous outside— The colt—he began
to dress hurriedly. Today or to
morrow he must choose his colt. He
would ride up now onto the range
and look at the yearlings again.
It was still dark when he stole out
the front door and felt the terrace
grass under his feet. No one had
heard him. That was good. He
didn’t want Howard along. Going
out in the early morning was almost
like going into the underwater
world, or the world of a picture, or
in a dream. Not quite so safe as
a dream because he did have to
watch his horse, or, if he was climb
ing on Castle Rock, he had to be
careful of his footing, but still noth
ing like the ordinary world of the
daytime.
He walked softly across the Green
to the Calf Pasture to get his horse.
Ken had been a night wanderer
ever since he had learned to walk
alone and to climb over the edge of
his crib. Nell would wake, hearing
a sound in the ball or living room,
would find the baby’s crib empty and
go searching for him.
She’d find him somewhere in the
dark, crawling or standing unsteadi
ly on the tail of his nightgown and
would pick him up and carry him
back to bed.
She tried tying the bottom of his
nightgown in a knot with his feet
inside, but he merely became more
expert at balancing. Then she hob
bled him with a soft diaper, but he
learned to swing both feet together
over the side of his crib, hang with
little monkey hands, drop down, and
shuffle instead of walk.
When he was older, sometimes
he’d go outdoors in the night.
Often Nell did that herself. Rest
less or unable to sleep, she would
slip from her bed, tie a robe around
her. take pillow and blanket and go
down to her hammock, and lie with
her face to the sky, watching the
stars.
Ken found Lady just inside the
fence of the Calf Pasture, and when
he held out his hand and spoke to
her, she didn't move away but let
him take hold of her halter and lead
her out.
He had been riding Lady all week
when he was exercising the geld
ings and looking for Rocket and in
specting the yearlings. He had gone
to look at the yearlings every day,
and yesterday his mother had rid
den out with him. They hadn’t been
able to find them anywhere, until
suddenly, from a high place, they
heard the thunder of hoofs.
“They sounded like a regiment,”
said Nell, telling about it at supper.
“And we looked down and saw
them, a stream of color flying down
the draw. It was beautiful to watch
them I They shone in the sun—sor
rel and black and bay and roan—the
flowing movement—so gay, so free,
so frolicsome!”
And then they had ridden down to
the yearlings and dismounted
amongst them, and Nell exclaimed
upon the way their first year of life
changed their appearance — dark
chestnuts turned to sorrels, a pink
roan changed to a blue, blacks light
ened to brown, odd spots and mark
ings vanished completely; and con
formation altered almost beyond
recognition.
‘‘They look stunning,” she told
Rob. “Smooth and sleek and glossy,
their little hides so full and taut
they look as if they would burst.”
Ken himself had been dazed by
the beauty of them. The rich feel
ing—one of them his own, but
which? He wanted them all, and
until he chose, in a way, they were
all his.
Ken led Lady up the little path
through the Gorge, into the corrals,
and then into the dark stable, put
the catch on her halter, poured a
measure of oats in the feed box in
the manger before her, and began
to groom her. Dad said use saddles
—can’t see why—better do it any
way—
Lady was a big red roan with a
black tail and mane. She moved
quickly; her head had a proud, high
carriage; her dark eyes were full
and intelligent.
Ken slid around her, close to her
haunches, one hand on her tail, and
then gave her a whack and said,
“Get over!”
The mare moved over with her
quick strong step and Ken rubbed
down her other side. He put on the
saddle blanket, then the saddle, and
cinched it as tight as he could, re
membering the blanket he had lost;
lastly the bridle—she had finished
her oats. He led her out of the
corral and shut the gate. There
was a rock there upon which he
often stood to mount the tallest
horses. He led Lady up to it. First
he tried the cinch again. Loose! She
always blew herself up when she
was being saddled. That was what
he had forgotten to do the other
day with Cigarette. He took the
cinch up three more holes, mount
ed, and moved off.
The four broncs that Ross was
breaking were grazing in the Sta
ble Pasture close by the corrals, and
when they saw him, they trotted
over to him, and Ken drew rein and
stood there, letting them come up
and sniff and nicker at Lady; and
she nickered back. When he went
on they followed for a little while,
and then turned back to the corrals
—waiting for their oats, he thought.
Ross always gave each one a meas
ure of oats before he worked them.
“Might’s well keep him going and
git it outen his system.”
Their names were Gangway, Don,
Rumba and Blazes.
Sometimes, Ken thought, as he
cantered toward the County Road
gate, the names his mother gave the
colts in their first summer didn't
stick, because the colts changed so.
There had been Irish Elegance, so
smooth and classy-looking the first
summer that Nell said she was nam
ing him after a beautiful, copper-col
ored California rose. But the sec
ond summer he had turned into a
little mick, so they dropped the Ele
gance and just call him Irish.
Ross was having a tough time
breaking Gangway, a big blood bay
out of Taggert, the tallest and hand
somest of the four. Yesterday Ken
and Howard had sat on the corral
fence watching Ross working with
him. Gangway was bucking, and
Ross had called to Howard to open
the corral gate and let him out. The
horse bucked out the gate with him,
and Ross swung his quirt, and
spurred him, and Gangway sun
fished and cork-screwed and jack
knifed. Ross sat with a little grin
and his quirt going all the time,
and when he came past Ken, ex
ploding in great grass-hopper leaps,
he said, “Might's well keep him
goin and git it outen his system.”
When it was over and he had rid
den Gangway back into the corral
and dismounted, Ross went over to
the fence and stood hanging on to
it, vomiting.
Ken had to dismount to open the
gate to the County Road. He was
careful to hold the rein tight as he
led Lady through and closed the
gate behind him. He found another
rock to mount by and started up the
Saddle Back.
All the clouds had turned pink,
and behind them the sky was a far
away. fiery blue.
The higher he climbed the wider
thd sky was, and the farther
stretched the fleet of tattered clouds.
They were getting more color ev
ery minute, some of them blazed
crimson. AU the stars had dis
appeared except one, which shcr.e
between two clouds, bright gold.
Lady wanted her head.
There was a strong current of
sympathy between the boy and the
mare. When he wanted to stop and
look around she understood perfect
ly and stood with ears pricked and
head turning, absorbed in contem
plation just as he was. And at ex
actly the moment when he had had
enough, she knew It, and would
move forward without the signal.
Today she was excited by the col
or and the electric quality of the air
an^ the feeling of movement in the
grass and the sky, and she kept
asking for a free rein. When Ken
gave it to her, she stretched out her
nose and went up the steepest part
of the Saddle Back at a gallop.
Ken looked for the yearlings
where they had been yesterday but
there was no sign of them. He
rode around for an hour, thinking
that Shorty would have taken him
right to them, but Lady didn’t have
that much sense, she was just ex
cited and wanting to run in any
direction. All the sunrise colors had
gone now, and the torn shreds of
clouds were purple and gray and
stormy looking.
Ken rode up to the highest peak
of the Saddle Back so that he could
look all around for dozens of miles;
but the range was empty; not a
head of stock anywhere. Still, he
knew they could be hidden in the
folds of the hills and never show an
ear—but which fold? Which hill?
He rode on, and suddenly, com
ing around a curve, he saw Banner
standing out in front of the brood
mares, intent and alert, gathered
for action.
Ken had barely time to turn his
head when he saw Rocket and a sor
rel filly cantering toward the bunch,
and then he saw Banner trot out to
meet them with lowered head and
an expression of irresistible inten
tion in his whole body.
Rocket and the young sorrel halt
ed together. Rocket whinnied. Ban
ner screamed. His head snaked
along the grass. He reached them
and circled around them both.
Rocket began to gallop away. Ban
ner pursued, first on one side of her
then on the other. The sorrel colt
clung close to its mother’s side,
whinnying nervously. She got in
Banner’s way. He gave a vicious,
snarling neigh, plunged at the lit
tle one and bit it in the ribs. It
screamed and fled. Banner pursu
ing.
Lady was taut and trembling with
excitement, as Ken was himself.
The brood mares, too, were motion
less, watching the chase.
The filly showed Banner a clean
pair of heels. How she could run!
Rocket trotted nervously up and
down near the brood mares. The
filly made a big circle, with Ban
ner thundering after her. She came
back to the mares, and as she
passed them Banner swerved and
went for Rocket. The filly fled past
Ken. He saw frightened eyes in a
tangle of streaming hair and slim
legs, and a pang went through him.
For a fraction of a second she had
looked at him, and it was like an
appeal. He wheeled his mount and
followed her, turning in the saddle
to look back at Rocket.
Rocket was cantering away again
with Banner close beside her and
before the curve of a hill shut them
from view, Ken saw her come to a
stop, and the great body of the stal
lion rear over her. For a moment
the two of them, twisted into one
shape, were sculptured against the
stormy sky.
When Ken turned and looked
again for the filly she was nowhere
in sight He pulled Lady up short.
The range was empty, with no
movement but the clouds and the
grass, and no sound but the pant
ing of the mare he rode and the
thud of his own heart beating.
Rocket's colt—a yearling, a filly
—and his own. He hadn’t had to
choose one after all. She had just
come to him. His own because of
that second’s cry for help that had
come from her eyes to his; his own
because of her wild beauty and
speed, his own because his heart
burned within him at the sight and
thought of her; his own because—
well, just his own.
Then, from far ahead of him came
an excited whinny—another and an
other. The Ally appeared from no
where, a tiny shape, running on a
ridge in front of him, tail streaming
against the dark tattered clouds,
she plunged over the ridge, he heard
more whinnies, he kicked Lady In
the ribs and gave her her head, and
in a few moments stood on the
ridge, looking down, and saw the
beautiful Ally rejoining the band of
yearlings, who welcomed her with
excited chatterings as school-chil
dren welcome each other at reunion
in the fall.
Ken rode down the mountain in a
daze of happiness. No dream he
had ever had, no imagination of
adventure or triumph could touch
this moment He felt as if he had
burst out of his old self and was
something entirely new—and that
the world had burst into something
new too. So this was it—this was
what being alive meant—Oh, my Al
ly, my filly, my beautiful—
“For once you're back to break
fast on time,” said Rob, as Ken
took his seat at the table.
Ever since she had read in the
Government bulletins that all prize
stock was raised on elaborate for
mulas of mixed grains—or ground
oats—and had noticed that the dogs,
when they were hungry, squirmed
through the wire fence into the
calves’ corral and ate the ground
oats from the feed boxes, oatmeal
had a place on her breakfast table.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Plan ‘Schools of Soil*
For Young Workers
Specific Farm Skills
Now Being Developed
Training of non-farm high school
students for wartime farm work has
two objectives, according to the plan
announced by the U. S. department
of agriculture.
One is to familiarize these young
people with rural and farm life,
and the other to provide training
in specific farm skills.
Classes in farm work are being
given in schools throughout the
country this spring, so that the
farmers’ valuable time will not have
to be used to teach young workers
their job when they are supposed
to be helping him. He will be re
sponsible only for on-the-farm train
ing where individual requirements
demand it, or special processes are
involved.
Among the jobs being taught
are cleaning dairy barns, brush
ing cows, whitewashing building
interiors, milking, pitching hay,
harnessing and driving horses,
operating tractors, and machin
ery repair. Some of these may
sound simple, but the depart
ment of agriculture points out
that each has its little technique
that makes the difference be
tween an efficient piece of work
and one that is slipshod.
Other jobs for the young will in
clude hoeing, weeding, picking rfruit
and berries, harvesting sugar beets,
feeding chickens, gathering eggs,
and—for some of the girls—assist
ing “Mrs. Farmer” with the cook
ing, dishwashing, scrubbing, sweep
ing and dusting that are the “KP”
of the farm army.
The training program is primarily
to be the responsibility of the U. S.
Office of Education and the state
departments of education—in other
words, the responsibility of the pub
lic schools from coast to coast.
Where possible, the farming activi
ties will be conducted on farms or
in real situations.
In each community it Is planned
to bring before the prospective
young workers speakers such as
farmers, vocational agriculture
teachers, farm labor specialists of
the U. S. employment service, rep
resentatives of agricultural colleges
and of farm organizations, county
agents, and others who can speak
authoritatively on the many phases
of farm work. Local facilities such
as public markets, milk plants and
fruit storage plants also will be uti
lized.
On-the-job group training will be
carried on where it is found desir
able. It will be given by a teacher
of vocational agriculture or some
other approved individual
Agriculture
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Industry
By FLORENCE C. WEED
Melons
Each year, the American public
drinks about 80,000,000 gallons of
canned fruit juices, excluding cider.
This habit has salvaged thousands
of tons of fruit which otherwise
would be wasted.
If watermelon juice can be mar
keted as a beverage, as some en
thusiasts believe, this might open a
new market for food which now
has no use. Tons of watermelons
are grown for seed, leaving quanti
ties of waste which is now a total
loss. The rind of surplus water
melons may be used for sweet
pickles, but pickling varieties with
thick rinds are grown especially for
this purpose. Some surplus is used
for stock feed and some unharvest
ed watermelons are plowed under
as fertilizer.
Studies are being made to find
out the possibilities of extract
ing oil from watermelon seeds.
About 61,060,000 watermelons
are marketed each year and an
other 2,000,000 are left unhar
vested because of adverse mar
ket conditions.
Cantaloupes and other muskmelons
are raised entirely for the fresh
fruit market. The only market for
the surplus crop and the oulls is as
stock feed and fertilizer and about
one-half of the entire crop is wasted.
In Colorado, alone, an average of
1,000,000 pounds of cantaloupe are
harvested each year for seed and
seed raisers have no way of get
ting rid of the melon waste. Ex
periments are under way to find
methods for drying muskmelons for
cattle feed.
Using Poison on Crops
Pests which attack practically all
vegetable crops can be destroyed by
toxic substances without undue dan
ger to humans if properly applied
and the vegetables and fruits are
thoroughly washed and handled after
harvest.
On potatoes and other root crops
where the tops are not used for food
they should be washed thoroughly
and not be sprayed or dusted within
IS or 30 days before picking. Poison
remains on plants longer when dry.
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