I HO vs
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Serve Perfect Little Cakes for Garden Party
(See Recipe Below)
Keep Cool!
Foods that don't cook the cook
and leave a lot of K.P. after the
party is over are
two golden rules
for summer en
tertaining. If you
are baking any
thing. try baking
in cool morning
hours, and if'
there's a warm
dish to be served, make it some
thing that doesn’t require more than
15 minutes of cooking.
If your table decorations and set
tings are cool appearing and the
food carries this out further, then
you will have done a lot toward mak
ing your guests comfortable. Re
freshments may be simple, in fact,
they should be, for then guests and
hostess alike can enjoy themselves.
Here's a. lovely salad that’s the
last word in coolness and smooth
ness, thereby filling the order for
perfect summer refreshment:
*Orange Ring Salad.
(Serves 8)
1 tablespoon gelatin
54 cup cold water
54 cup boiling water
154 cups orange juice
Juice of one lemon
1 tablespoon chopped mint
54 cup sugar
154 pounds white grapes, skinned
and seeded
2 cups shredded lettuce
2 packages cream cheese
1 cup sour cream dressing
Soak gelatin in cold water 5 min
utes. Add boiling water, lemon and
orange Juice, sugar and chopped
mint. Stir until cool. Mash and
form cheese into balls the size of
large marbles. Pour a little of jelly
into bottom of a mold and place
balls at intervals while pouring on
thickened jelly. Place in refrigera
tor and chill until firm. Unmold
and fill center with grapes mixed
with lettuce and dressing. Surround
mold with peeled orange sections.
Serve with crackers.
Sour Cream Dressing.
H cup french dressing
1 teaspoon sugar
1 cup sour cream
Mix ingredients well and chill
thoroughly.
A lovely combination of citrus
fruit juices are included in this salad
guaranteed to keep you cool:
Orange Ice Salad.
(Serves 6)
2 cups orange juice
H cup lemon juice
% grapefruit
1 slice canned pineapple
1 large orange
K cup sugar
% cup water
Grated rind of 1 small orange
Cook sugar, water and grated rind
together for 5 minutes after coming
to a boil. Strain and cool. Add to
lemon and orange juice and freeze.
Pack into a ring mold. Freeze until
firm, then unmold on lettuce. In
the center place a bowl filled with
mayonnaise, and garnish around out
er edge with sections of orange,
grapefruit and pineapple.
Lynn Says:
Salad Pointers: Have all salad
Ingredients as cold as possible.
Chill salad bowl and salad plates
to assure absolute coolness to sal
ad*.
To skin tomatoes: Hold tomato
on fork over flame and turn slow
ly for about 1 minute. Slip off
skins.
To flute cucumber. Peel, length
wise, and run prongs of fork
through lengthwise, then slice
cucumber thinly.
To sieve egg yolks or whites:
This is pretty for garnishing. Sep
arate yolks or whites from hard
cookcd eggs, place in a small
sieve, and rub through with wood
en spoon on salads to be gar
nished.
To decorate lettuce: Dip edges
in paprika.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menus
•Orange Ring Salad
•Hostess Sandwiches
•Cheese Sandwiches
•Tiny Tim Cakes
Beverage
•Recipes Given
Tiny little cakes attractively dec
orated with a cool drink may serve
as refreshments for a garden party
or evening:
•Tiny Tim Cakes.
(Makes 8 cakes)
% cup shortening
1 cup sugar
1 egg
2 cups sifted flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
14 teaspoon salt
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Cream shortening and sugar to
gether until light and fluffy. Add
egg, beating well. Sift dry ingredi
ents together, and add alternately to
creamed mixture with milk. Mix to
a smooth batter. Drop from a spoon
into well-greased muffin cups. Bake
25 minutes in a moderate (350-de
gree) oven. Frost with tinted frost
ing.
Grapefruit Swizzle.
1 quart grapefruit Juice
Juice from 8 limes
4 sprigs of mint
Sugar syrup to taste
Mix lime and grapefruit juice. Stir
in syrup. Add mint leaves, crush
mg tnem after
added to drink.
Stir thoroughly.
Cool in refrigera
tor. Fill glasses
with crushed ice
and pour over
swizzle. Garnish
with a sprig of
fresh mint.
Sugar syrup to keep on hand for
cool drinks is made by boiling 3
cups of sugar to 1V4 cups water for
10 minutes after it starts boiling.
Pour into bottle.
Fruit Freese.
1 fresh ripe pineapple
2 lemons
1 quart cold water
Fruit syrup to taste
Pare pineapple, remove eyes and
core. Run pieces of pineapple
through food chopper, add water,
lemon and syrup to taste. Chill and
All glasses to within a thin' of the
top and add a scoop of raspberry '
ice.
Sandwiches using unrationed food i
for fillings are always a grand way
to take care of the refreshment
problem:
'Hostess Sandwiches.
•W pound mincemeat, packaged
H cup water
3 ounces cream cheese
Whole wheat bread
Mix mincemeat and water and
cook until all moisture is absorbed.
Cool. Cover thin
slice of buttered
whole wheat bread
with cheese, sof
tened with cream
and slightly salt- '
ed, then with
mincemeat and another slice of
bread covered with cream cheese.
Cut in strips or fancy shapes and
decorate, if desired with candied
fruit
•Cheese Sandwich Filling.
1 package cream cheese
6 chopped olives
3 pieces finely chopped parsley
3 strips cooked bacon, chopped fine
1 tablespoon horseradish
1 tablespoon mayonnaise
Mix all ingredients together, add
salt and pepper to taste, and spread
on buttered bread.
Are you haring difficulties planning
meuls u-ith points? Stretching your
meats? Lynn Chambers can give you
help if you write her, enclosing a
stamped, self-addressed envelope for
your reply, in care of her at Western
Newspaper Union, 210 South De»
plaines Street, Chicago, Illinois.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
MY^ FRIEND
FLI KA1
MARY O’HARA
THE STORY SO FAR: Ten-year-old
Ken McLaughlin can ride any horse on
his family's Wyoming ranch, but he
wants a colt of his own. His father, a
retired army officer, refuses because Ken
has not been promoted at school and
has shown no sense of responsibility.
But Ken's mother convinces Captain Mc
Laughlin that the colt may be Just what
Ken needs. Ken picks the yearling filly
of a "loco” mare named Rocket. Loco
Is the horse breeder’s name for a no
good, untamable horse. Captain Mc
Laughlin, a good Judge of horses, is an
gry at Ken’s decision, but Ken’s mind
Is made up. His father promises to help
him bring the filly in from the pasture.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER VIII
Rob had his work cut out for
him next day. Banner and the
mares had been driven out soon
after Sargent left. Rocket, uneasy
and restless in spite of a good meas
ure of oats poured into a feed box
and set on the ground, was kept
al-one in one of the corrals.
“The noose?” said Nell at break
fast, pouring cream in her coffee.
“Are you going to bother to take
that off before you load her?”
Rob looked outraged. “Do you
think I would deliver her with that
old string around her neck?”
Howard and Ken looked at each
other. That meant getting Rocket
in the chute. Rocket was to be got
into the chute, then she was to be
got into the truck!
“Who’ll drive the truck?” asked
Nell.
“I’ll drive it myself. I’ll take Gus
along—might need him.”
Breakfast was eaten quickly. Mc
Laughlin hurried up to the corrals.
Gus was told to fill the truck with
gas and oil and get it ready for the
trip, Tim was to help in the chute.
They moved Rocket through the
corrals without much trouble, but
when she was once more In the
small coop which led to the chute,
and the heavy gate closed behind
her, she began to snort and rear.
The narrow passage into the chute
was open before her, but even
though they urged her, and yelled at
her, and flapped blankets and quirts
over the fence on her back, she was
too wise to go in. She could see
through, and at the far end, a heavy
door blocked escape.
"It’s that door,” said McLaugh
lin. “She sees that there’s no way
out through the chute. We’ll have
to open that door, and let her see
daylight through. Then perhaps if
I rush her from here, I can drive
her through. Ken, you get up there
on top of the chute wall, close by
the door. Open the door. If she
rushes in, you slam the door shut.
It’s going to take quick thinking
and quick action. You can lean
down and handle the door from the
top—it's not easy—mind you don’t
fall down into the chute. The door
swings from inside out—if you get
it three-quarters shut and she
crashes against it, she’ll shut it the
rest of the way herself.”
Ken climbed up on the wall of the
chute, unsteady with excitement.
McLaughlin, blanket on arm,
climbed a few bars of the fence of
the coop.
"Ready, Ken? Open the door.
Ken leaned over and hauled the
door open, and at the same moment
Rob gave a yell and flapped the
blanket on Rocket's haunches.
Rocket saw the daylight at the far
end of the 'chute and plunged
through. Ken closed the door again
—just in time—the mare crashed
against it.
She was right under him, and as
he pulled back, she reared and her
great head and wild eyes were in
his face.
"Pole, Tim!" shouted McLaugh
lin, and Tim, standing ready, thrust
through both walls of the chute a
heavy pole to cut off her backward
escape. It was at the height of the
mare's haunches, too high for her
to get her feet over, and not so
high that she could back under it.
When she came down on all four
feet again, and felt the pole be
hind her, she began to fight.
McLaughlin climbed the wall of
the chute, opposite Ken, and strug
gled to get hold of the frantic crea
ture's head.
Suddenly Rocket dropped to the
earth and stood quiet a moment,
her sides heaving with breaths that
were almost groans; and McLaugh
lin reached his hand down, clipped
the rope, and it fell free. But at
that instant the mare reared sharp
ly again, McLaughlin could not
draw back quickly enough, and the
top of her head struck him in the
face.
Ken saw the blood spurt from his
father’s eye as Rocket's foam
flecked head described a complete
backward arc, and she crashed to
the ground, breaking the pole be
hind her.
For a moment McLaughlin clung
to the wall, swearing, one hand to
his face, while the mare fought mad
ly below him, her feet thundering
on the walls, her great body fling
ing itself from one side to the other.
McLaughlin got down and put his
bandana to his bleeding face. One
eye was swelling rapidly. "That’s
that." he said, going around into
j the corrals.
Rocket, screaming and grunting,
was struggling desperately to right
! herself. She had fallen so far back
i ward that her head and neck were
| almost in the coop. This gave her
' forelegs more freedom, and by vig
| orous writhings and twistings, push
ing and kicking with her legs, she
forced herself out of the chute and
into the coop, and immediately
scrambled to her feel
“We’re all set now, Gus,” said
McLaughlin. “Bring the truck in
there, back it up against the far
end of the chute. Tim, you get the
runway and set it in the chute.
We’ll drive her right through the
chute, up the runway and into the
truck.”
‘Better fix dot eye, Boss,” said
Gus, looking at Rob’s face, “und de
cheek—dot’s bad cut—split wide
open. Let Missus fix up for you.”
Rob held the handkerchief over
his eye. Ke looked down at him
self. He was spattered with foam
and blood. He frowned.
“Yes, I'll go down and clean up.
Gus, I don’t want any more trouble
with that mare. You never can t«H
what she’ll do. Once she’s in the
truck, we’re pretty safe, but to get
her there is the trick Better saddle
Shorty. I’ll ride him through the
chute and up the runway, and
there’s a chance she might follow
him into the truck.”
While Tim and Gus maneuvered
the truck until its back was flush
against the door of the chute, Rob
went down for first aid.
"I think it really needs stitches,
Rob," said Nell, examining it close
ly, having washed her hands in hot
water and soap, and laid out all her
first-aid kit on the kitchen table.
And she reared to meet it—
“It’s on the cheek bone, below the
eye, really a wide cut.”
“Deep?" asked Rob.
"Not so very deep.”
"Fix it with tape then.”
Nell held the lips of the wound
closed until the bleeding had nearly
stopped, then made little bridges of
narrow adhesive tape across, and
finally a dressing over all.
Then she put both arms around
his neck and laid her cheek against
his, holding him closely. He felt a
slight tremor through all her body.
"Don’t worry, honey,” he said.
“It’s nothing.” He patted her on the
shoulder—suddenly his arms held
her hard and he kissed her, then he
went upstairs to change into spot
less whipcord riding breeches, pol
ished boots, and tailored jacket.
Back up at the corral again, the
loading was accomplished with com
parative ease. Shorty was ridden
up the incline into the truck. Rock
et followed. Shorty was ridden down
again, and before Rocket could fol
low. the back of the truck was
closed and escape was shut off. She
was neatly enclosed in the six-foot
walls of the truck, made of sturdy
two-by-fours bolted together. She
reared, she clawed at the rails, she
neighed wildly, she plunged and
leaped until again and again her
feet slid out from under her and she
crashed to the floor, then scrambled
up to begin all over. But there was
nothing she could do. No one paid
any attention to her any more. Rob
picked the old piece of lariat tri
umphantly out of the chute, and
draped it around his own neck. He
and Gus got into the box of the
truck, and the boys begged to ride
along as far as the turn onto the
highway.
They passed the house, the boys
hanging on the steps of the truck,
shouting good-by to Nell, who came
out to wave to them.
But Rocket’s story was not yet
ended. Where the ranch road turned
off from the Lincoln Highway, was
the sign of the ranch. Every ranch
er is proud of his ranch sign, under
which all visiting cars must pass,
and exercises great ingenuity in
thinking up something striking and
effective.
McLaughlin’s sign was a high
square arch. On the broad horizon
tal board which was the span of it,
he had painted GOOSE BAR
RANCH, in red letters against a
blue ground. To each ^ide were re
productions of his brands.
As they reached the sign, Rock
Farmers Advised to
Check Hog Cholera
Six Common-Sense
Precautions Listed
The swine raiser’s old enemy, hog
cholera, in on the march again—
and according to all indications it i*
likely to be one of the greatest
threats to our 1943 war goals in
pork production.
Last season nearly 5,000 cholera
outbreaks were reported to govern
ment authorities, and there were
probably that many more which
were never officially reported.
These widespread outbreaks have
undoubtedly left the virus of chol
era in thousands of rural areas,
ready to renew its attack when it
comes in contact with susceptible
swine. No one can say exactly what
the annual cholera loss is at this
time, but it is reliably estimated to
be in the neighborhood of $20,000,
000. That much pork, in itself,
would go a long way toward meet
ing our increased production goal*
this season, according to the Ameri
can Foundation for Animal Health.
So, the first advice to farmer*
who are co-operating in the na
tion's stepped-up hog program
is: “Watch out for cholera.”
Here are a few common-sense
precautions which every farmer
should take to protect his drove
against this No. 1 swine killer:
1. Have the entire spring pig crop
Immunized against cholera by the
local veterinarian, around weaning
time. If this is done while pigs are
small, it will take less serum and
virus, conserving available supplies
needed to take care of this year’s
larger pig crop.
2. Isolate newly purchased swine
for at least two weeks before al
lowing them to mingle with the
home drove.
3. Do not let trucks or wagons
drive through your hog lot* or pas
tures. They might carry the virus
of cholera on their wheels.
4. Keep out of your neighbor’s
hog lot, and keep him out of yours.
5. Raise spring pigs on fresh,
clean pasture, away from germ-con
taminated old hog lots.
6. If any pigs show signs of sick
ness, have the trouble diagnosed im
mediately, so protective steps can
be taken in time.
Experience shows that one of the
principal problems in dealing with
hog cholera is its similarity to va
rious other swine diseases. Typical
cholera symptoms include a high fe
ver, partial or complete prostration,
lack of appetite and listlessnes*.
Agriculture
in
Industry
By FLORENCE C. WEED
Broom Corn
Vacuum cleaners, carpet sweepers
and push brooms made from trop
ical fibers have decreased the mar
ket for the ordinary broom made
from the broomcorn plant. At the
same time, lower prices do not in
veigle people into buying more
brooms.
Broomcorn is unique among
agriculture products in that the
brush is the only part of the
plant now used. The stalk Is left
standing in the field and Is
plowed under the next spring.
Some is used for feed but is
not much liked by animals.
The plant will grow in most states
but commercial production is con
fined to small sections in Oklahoma,
Colorado, New Mexico, Kansas, Tex
as and Illinois. It is a highly spec
ulative crop because it is too costto
to harvest. Any bumper crop wiu
cause violent price fluctuations. Dur
ing the last ten years, prices have
ranged from $37 a ton in 1932 to
$164 for a short crop in 1934. About
$70 per ton is the average price to
the farmer.
Scientists are trying to improve
the varieties by cross breeding with
other sorghums. They hqpe to pro
duce a variety with more palatable
seeds which livestock will eat.
It would also be advantageous to
develop a new kind that will not
turn red as this lowers the commer
cial value of the brush. Manufac
turers would also like a better brush
without a center stem. Farmers
; would like one without hair on the
chaff which irritates the skin of
i those working with it.
To find possible markets for the
: brush, experiments are needed to
i perfect methods of using the tough
fiber in weaving hats and mats.
Large Cons Give More
Large cows of any breed have the
advantage over small ones in milk
production. However, it should be
remembered that size alone does not
necessarily indicate high milk pro
duction efficiency. On the other
hand, it is well known that size,
within the breed, is one of the im
j portant factors in economical milk
production, and it is dependent both
; on inheritance and environment.
I The way the Calf is fed after birth
Iia just as important as having
proper-sized calves.
Hubby’s Caution Seriously
Cramped Wife's Efforts
“It’s rumored about that Mrs.
Grumpus hasn’t spoken to her hus
band since she got her First Aid
certificate, more than a month
ago,” gushed Mrs. Gibblegabber.
“You don’t say!” returned Mrs.
Cackleclack. ‘‘What seems to be
the trouble?”
“Well, before she took up First
Aid, almost every day her hus
band came home from work with
a bruise, cut, or other kind of in
jury,” informed Mrs. Gibblegab
ber; “but now that she has her
certificate, he hasn’t suffered as
much as a scratch, and she’s con
vinced he’s being careful on pur
pose!”
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et’s wild eyes were upon it—this
strange bar, bearing down upon her
from the skies—and she reared to
meet it.
Standing astretch on her hind legs,
her head up, the sign caught her a
blow on the top of the brow. There
was a great crash in the truck; Mc
Laughlin glanced back anxiously; he
pulled up, and they got out and
climbed up over the sides; but Rock
et lay motionless. Rob got into the
truck, against Gus* anxious warn
ings, but there was no danger, for
Rocket never moved again.
The rest of the day was spent
rounding up horses of all ages, de
scendants of the Albino.
At first no one had believed that
McLaughlin really meant what he
said—that every single one of the
Albino’s blood, no matter how beau
tiful, how fast, or how promising,
was to be sold. But as the hours
went on, and one after the other
was gathered into the corrals, and
still they went out on horseback to
gather more, with Nell busy with
the stud book and names, it became
apparent that he was in earnest.
Ken and Howard were kept at the
gates, opening and shutting them as
the different bands were brought
through, taken down to the corrals,
the one bronc picked out and held,
the others sent out again. Gus and
Tim and Ross were all riding.
"And that’s every last one of
them,” said Nell at length, closing
the book. Her voice was regretful.
She and Williams were in the sta
ble, looking out into the corrals,
over the top of the Dutch door. The
two boys were perched safely on the
corral fence, Rob and the men in
the corral with the milling broncs.
“Except Flicka,” murmured Ken,
and he looked across the corral at
his mother and caught her eye. She
was looking at him too, thinking, he
knew, the same thing. He had not
been exactly worried about Flicka.
After all, she was his own, his father
had given her to him, she couldn’t
be sold without his consent.
McLaughlin walked over to Ken,
called him down from the fence, and
walked away with him.
“Ken,” he said quietly, "I’m go
ing to give you a chance to do a sen
sible, manly thing. I want you to
choose another colt, and let me sell
Flicka to Williams with the rest of
this hell’s brew.”
A wave of heat rushed all over
Ken’s body. He looked down, dug
with his toe in the gravel of the
path, and shook his head.
McLaughlin was quiet and persua
sive. "You’ve seen for yourself—
what can you expect? It’s for your
own sake I'm asking, as well as to
save myself the trouble and un
pleasantness of trying to help you
do something which is impossible.
What’s the use of having another
Rocket on your hands? You’ve seen
what end she came to—and no one
could have tried harder with a horse
than I tried with her—’’
“But I’m going to tame Flicka,”
whispered Ken. “Sometimes bad
horses get tamed.”
McLaughlin’s voice rose angrily.
“Look up!”
Ken looked up and was more
frightened than ever. His father’s
face looked appalling. It was s%vol
len out of all shape, one eye was
closed by purple and black lump3
above and below, and the white
dressing on the cheekbone was sur
rounded by an iqflamed, angry cir
cle.
“Are you going to be a bull-headed
little simp or a sensible boy?”
Ken said stubbornly, “Dad, I have
to have her—she’s mine.”
He really meant, ‘she’s me.’ It
felt as if his father were asking him
to be torn apart.
On Sunday the family went to
church in Cheyenne. There was the
usual argument before going. Rob,
who wanted to spend the morning
sitting on the terrace reading the
funny papers, said he thought they
ought not to go because some offi
cers might come out from the Post.
“There’s always a chance, you
know, that someone might buy a
pony.”
“Not Sunday morning,” said Nell
firmly. And then she added with
the one deep dimple in her right
cheek showing, "But you don’t have
to go, dear, your face isn’t healed
up yet. That’s a good excuse. I’ll
go and take the boys.”
McLaughlin said, “Right-o.” Fif
teen minutes later, when Nell was
ready to go and Howard and Ken
were dressed in their long gray flan
nel trousers and white shirts and
small round white linen hats with
narrow brims, he came running up
stairs and roared indignantly, “Do
you think I’ll let you go to town and
sit in that pew without me by your
side?”
As they waited for him to dress,
the boys fidgeting. Nell explained to
them that Army Officers are trained
to be very particular how they look
for the sake of their prestige, so
they must all wait patiently.
At last McLaughlin came down
looking clean and handsome in his
light gray flannel suit, with a soft
felt hat tilted at just the right angle
on his black hair and nothing but a
small piece of adhesive on his cheek
bone.
Nell was in a dark green print,
with turban and high-heeled pumps.
Tim had washed the car, and the
maroon paint and shining nickel was
as bright as anything they passed
on the Lincoln Highway.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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blue feelings — due to functional
monthly disturbances. This is due,
to Its soothing effect on one of
WOMAN'S MOST IMPORTANT ORGANS.
Taken regularly—Pinkham's Com*
pound helps build up resistance
against such annoying symptoms.
^Follow label directions. Worth trying1^
WNU—U25—43
And Your Strength and
Energy Is Below Par
It may he caused by disorder ef kid
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blood.
You may suffer nagging backache,
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getting up nights, leg pains, swelling.
Sometimes Irequent and scanty urina
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other sign that something is wrong with
the kidneys or bl~dder.
There should be no doubt that prompt
treatment is wiser than Select. Use
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medicine that has won countrywide ap
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ed mapy years. Are at all drug stores.
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