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Use a Water-Bath for Canning Tomatoes, r ruits
(See Recipe Below)
Try Canning!
Many homemakers who have nev
er done so before will be hard at
work doing some
old - fashioned
“putting up" this
summer. Not only
will it be econom
ical to put up
your own Victory
garden’s surplus,
but also it will be
a vital step in
stretching uiose precious points next
winter.
Canning's simpler today and much
of the spoilage that occurred for
merly can be prevented if the home
maker checks the causes of spoil
age. There’s a reason for every
type of spoilage, and what’s more
important, every one of them can be
prevented if she’s careful
First, it’s not smart to use left
over produce that you wouldn't eat
at the table. Select only prime fruit
and vegetables in perfect condition.
Best quality goes into commercial
canning, and so it should for home
canning. Get out into the garden
early in the morning to get vegeta
bles and fruits and can immediately,
or if you market, tie a bandana on
your hair and go out early in the
morning to get your produce while
it’s still fresh.
Cleanliness is another important
factor. Remember that food spoils
for other reasons than that the jar is
not air-tight. More spoilage than you
over dreamed of can result from not
washing the food properly and dis
carding bruised or imperfect vegeta
bles and fruits. Be sure to peel the
food, if it is to be peeled, so that
no dirt and the bacteria that lurk in
it get rubbed in the product as it is
peeled.
Work as quickly as possible with
the food once it’s started on its wav
to the can. Flat
sour, which oc
curs In vegeta
bles, can often
develop in vege
tables, for exam
ple. if the jars in
which the pre
cooked food is 1
placed stand too long before proc
essing. Too much delay In han
dling food from one step to the other
may cause a great loss of vitamins
and minerals.
Do as much preparation ahead of
time as possible like checking equip
ment and getting together Jars
which are examined for imperfec
tions and nicks. Wash all jars and
caps in soapy suds (not in cool dish
water after the breakfast dishes!)
and scald or sterilize them.
Select Day for Canning.
' If there's a huge quantity of food
to be canned, it would be a good
idea to round up as many friends
and neighbors to help, and to do the
canning on a community basis. In
many towns, pressure cookers which
Lynn Says
Sncoessful Cannng: It is easy
to do the right thing with foods to
be put up in cans if you know the
principles and follow directions.
Follow the slogan, “two hours
from garden to kettle.” Use only
fresh, firm, ripe rather than over
ripe produce. Wash all foods
carefully before attempting any
preparation.
Check jars, rubbers if used, and
caps along with equipment be
fore you start canning. Work at
the rai.ge as much as possible
to save time between steps. Have
sterile Jars on one side of range,
fill them from kettle on stove (or
from colander near stove, if us
ing fruit which is not pre-cooked),
and place immediately in water
bath or pressure cooker or oven.
Jars should be washed in a pan
of soapy suds and scalded. In
verted on a clean towel until
used.
Your Canning Shelf
•Tomatoes
•Beets *Peas
Green Beans
Spinach Com
•Recipe given
are necessary for canning non-acid
vegetables, are available at the can
ning center. Then, if all produce
must be canned in a single day, it
will be necessary to recruit as much
help as possible from others in your
community and give them your time
when needed.
Canning day should be canning
day only, not laundry day, general
cleaning and baking day, too. It’s
better, too, not to be overly ambi
tious and try to do three bushels of
tomatoes, all in one sweep, for you
will do better with a small quantity,
and feel less tired, even though it
may take several days in which to
finish.
Processing Poods.
Fruits and vegetables need proc
essing which means the application
of heat to the product for a certain
definite period of time. You just
can't put fruit into jars, seal and
store and expect them to stay ia
perfect condition.
Water-Bath Method.
In some cases, when pressure
cookers are not obtainable, a water
bath may be used
for vegetables and
meats. However,
the water-bath is
more preferable
for tomatoes
(which are acid,
and technically a
fruit) and fruits.
To make a water bath, use a large
wash boiler or deep vessel fitted
with a rack made of laths, perforat
ed material or galvanized wire.
Have a tight fitting cover.
Place prepared jars on the rack
which must hold them at least Vi
inch above bottom of the canner.
The water bath should be filled with
boiling water which comes at least
an inch or two above the tops of
the jars. Jars on the rack should
not touch each other. Start counting
processing time as soon as water
around jars begins to bubble, and
keep it boiling during entire process
ing period. If necessary, add boil
ing water, if it boils away, for the
water must always be boiling at
least an inch above the tops of the
jars.
Here are some recipes for com
mon fruits and vegetables:
•Tomatoes.
Scald tomatoes in boiling water 1
minute. Soak in cold water 1 min
ute, peel, core, quarter and pack
into clean, sterile jars. Add no wa
ter. Add a teaspoon of salt to each
quart of tomatoes. Put on band and
screw band firmly tight. Process in
hot water bath for 35 minutes.
•Peaa.
Shell, grade peas, using only
prime quality. Pre-cook 3 to 7 min
utes depending on size. Pack loose
ly, adding hot water to within 1 inch
of top. Adjust cap and process in
pressure cooker, 60 minutes at 10
pounds, or 180 minutes in hot water
bath.
•Beets.
Use small, uniform beets. Wash
carefully. Leave the roots and stems
long. Boil 15 minutes. Plunge into
cold water, remove the skins and
pack into clean jars. Add 2 tea
spoons of salt and sugar mixture to
each quart jar if desired. Fill to
within Vi inch of top, with boiling
water. Put on cap, screwing band
firmly tight Process in hot-water
bath 120 minutes or in pressure
cooker 40 minutes at 10 pounds.
Are you having difficulties planning
meals with 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 Des
plaines Street, Chicago, Illinois.
Released hr Western Newspaper Union.
MY; FRIEND
FLICKA1
MARY O'HARA :&|
THE STORY SO FAR: Tva-year-old
Rea McLaughlin cam ride any horja on
hi* family'* Wyoming ranch, hot he
wants a colt of hi* own. Hi* father, a
retired army officer, refute* because
Ken has not been promoted at school
and ha* shown no tense of responsibility.
But Ken's mother convinces Captain Mc
Laughlin that the colt may be Just what
Ken needs. Ken picks the yearling flUy
of a “loco” (no good) mare named
Rocket. A tittle later Rocket Is sold, hot
Is killed before the reaches her new
owner. McLaughlin sells all of Rocket's
offspring but Ken’s colt. In spite of his
father’s displeasure Ken wants that colt
and do other.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER IX
They dined in town, with the Bart
letts; and by the time they got back
to the ranch, a number of visitors
were there; and from then on the
pleasant sociabilities of Sunday aft
ernoon kept the place alive with cars
coming and going, trays of bottles
and glasses being carried in and
out, and much talk and laughter.
Later in the afternoon, McLaugh
lin stuck a tin can on the tip of one
of the branches of a pine tree on'
the Hill opposite and the officers
took their revolvers and practiced
target shooting, standing on the ter
race.
Then Mrs. Grubb and Mrs. Gil
flllan said they wanted to ride out
and see the brood mares, so they all
crowded into two automobiles, and
McLaughlin led the way.
When they found the brood mares,
they stopped some distance off and
got out, and McLaughlin promised
that Banner would come out to meet
them and do ^he honors.
“How do you know he will?” asked
Mrs. Giffillan.
“He always does.”
The mares stopped grazing and
stood, alert, curious, and ready to
run. Banner was amongst them.
His head topped them all, and
even from a distance, the men and
women watching could feel the pene
tration of his eye.
Suddenly the big stallion moved
towards them, ears pricked, inquir
ing eyes wide and fearless, and be
gan to trot, his legs alternating in
high, free, curving steps, his mane
streaming, his tail up.
“Flying all his flags!” cried Nell.
A roar and cheer burst from the
officers as the stallion, without
breaking his trot, increased his pace
and came down the wind to them
like a bugle calL
Banner halted ten yards off and
stood looking the group over. His
golden coat blazed in the sunshine.
“What an intelligent face!” ex
claimed the Colonel. McLaughlin,
still in his gray suit and rakish hat,
went forward to the stud, apologiz
ing gravely for not having brought a
bucket of oats in the car.
Lying in bed that night, Ken re
membered the way Banner had
looked. Banner, the Sire of Flicka—
Flicka was the same, the same bur
nished gold, the same beauty, the
same flags flying— Oh, mine . . .
my colt . . . my own . . . my very
own . . .
He wondered when his father
would bring her in again.
He had been "wondering that every
day when Gus put his round pink
face in at the kitchen door and said,
•‘What’s today. Boss?" But his fa
ther had planned other work. Mead
ows to be taken care of, water to
be turned out of one ditch and into
the other. Endless hours of work
on the three-year-olds that must be
ready to ship in just a few days now.
A new cattle guard being built at
one of the railroad gates.
But next morning, when Gus said,
"What’s today. Boss?” McLaughlin
gave the order for the day’s work
and then said, "And I think—" and
paused.
Ken looked down to hide his ex
citement; he clenched his fists un
der the table.
McLaughlin went on, ‘Tomorrow
we’ll get the yearlings in again, Gus,
and cut out Ken’s filly. I want to
do that before Ross leaves. We may
need his help.”
Tomorrow . . .
When Ken opened his eyes next
morning and looked out he saw that
the house was wrapped in fog. There
had been no rain at all since the
day a week ago when the wind had
torn the "sprinkling system” to
pieces and blown all the tattered
clouds away. That was the day he
had found Flicka. And it had been
terribly hot since then. They had
hardly been able to stand the sun
I out on the terrace. They had gone
| swimming in the pool every day.
On the hills, the grass was turning
to soft tan.
Now there were clouds and they
had closed down. After a severe
hot spell there often came a heavy
fog, or hail, or even snow.
Standing at the window, Ken could
hardly see the pines on the Hill oppo
site. He wondered if his father would
go after the yearlings in such a fog
as this—they wouldn’t be able to see
| them; but at breakfast McLaughlin
I said there would be no change of
; plans. It was just a big cloud that
had settled down over the ranch—it
would lift and fall—perhaps up on
Saddle Back it would be clear.
They mounted and rode out.
The fog lay in the folds of the
hills. Here and thare a bare sum
mit was in sunshine, then a little
farther on, came a smother of cot
tony white that soaked the four rid
ers to the skin and hung rows of
moonstones on the whiskers of the
horses.
It was hard to keep track of each
other. Suddenly Ken was lost—the
others had vanished He reined in
Shorty and sat listening. The clouds
and mist rolled around him. He
felt as if he were alone in the world.
A bluebird, color of the deep blue
wild delphinium that dots the plains,
became interested in him, and per
ched on a bush near by; and as
he started Shorty forward again, the
bluebird followed along, hopping
from bush to bush.
The boy rode slowly, not knowing
in which direction to go. Then,
hearing shouts, he touched heels to
Shorty and cantered, and suddenly
came out of the fog and saw his
father and Tim and Ross.
“There they are!” said McLaugh
lin, pointing down over the curve of
the hill. They rode forward and
Ken could see the yearlings stand
ing bunched at the bottom, looking
up, wondering who was coming.
Thea a huge coil of fog swirled over
them and they were lost to sight
again.
McLaughlin told them to circle
around, spread out fan-wise on the
far side of the colts, and then gently
bear down on them so they would
Banner
start towards the ranch. If the colts
once got running in this fog, he
said, there’d be no chance of catch
ing them.
The plan worked well; the year
lings were not so frisky as usual,
and allowed themselves to be driven
in the right direction. It was only
when they were on the County Road,
and near the gate where Howard
was watching, that Ken, whose eyes
had been scanning the bunch, as
they appeared and disappeared in
the fog, realized that Flicka was
missing.
McLaughlin noticed it at the same
moment, and as Ken rode toward
his father, McLaughlin turned to
him and said, "She’s not in the
bunch.”
They sat In silence a few mo
ments while McLaughlin planned
the next step. The yearlings, dispir
ited by the fog, nibbled languidly at
the grass by the roadside. McLaugh
lin looked at the Saddle Back and
Ken looked too, the passionate de
sire in his heart reaching out to
pierce the fog and the hillside and
see where Flicka had hidden her
self away.
"Well, we’U drive the yearlings
back up,” said Rob finally. "No
chance of finding her alone. If they
happen to pass anywhere near her,
she's likely to join them.”
They drove the yearlings back.
Once over the first hill, the colts got
running and soon were out of sight.
The fog closed down again so that
Ken pulled up, unable to see where
he was going, unable to see his fa
ther, or Ross or Tim.
He sat listening, astonished that
the sound of their hoofs had been
wiped out so completely. Again he
seemed alone in the world.
The fog lifted in front of him and
showed him that he stood at the
brink of a sharp drop, almost a prec
ipice, though not very deep. It led
down into a semi-circular pocket
on the hillside which was fed by a
spring; there was a clump of young
cottonwoods, and a great bank of
clover dotted with small yellow blos
soms.
In the midst of the clover stood
Flicka, quietly feasting. She had
seen him before he saw her and
was watching him, her head up,
clover sticking out of both sides of
her mouth, her jaws going busily.
At sight of her, Ken was Incapa
ble of either thought or action.
Suddenly from behind him in the
fog. he heard his father’s low voice,
"Don’t move—"
“Hcw’d she get in there?” said
Tim.
"She scrambled down this bank.
And she could scramble up again, if
w-e weren't here. I think we’ve got
her,” said McLaughlin.
“Other side of that pocket the
ground drops twenty feet sheer,”
said Tim. “She can’t go down
there.”
Flicka had stopped chewing.
There were still stalks of clover
sticking out between her jaws, but
her head was up and her ears
pricked, listening, and there was a
tautness and tension in her whole |
body.
Ken found himself trembling too.
"How’re you going to catch her,
Dad?” he asked in a low voice.
“I kin snag her from here,” said
Ross, and in the same breath Mc
Laughlin answered, “Ross can rope
her. Might as well rope her here as
in the corral. We’ll spread out in a
semi-circle above this bank. She
can’t get up past us, and she can’t
get down.”
They took their positions and Ross
lifted his rope off the horn of his
saddle.
Ahead of them, far down below
the pocket, the yearlings were run
ning. A whinny or two drifted up,
and the sound of their hoofs, muf
fled by the fog.
Flicka heard them too. Suddenly
she was aware of danger. She
leaped out of the clover to the edge
of the precipice which fell away
down the mountainside toward
where the yearlings were running.
But it was too steep and too high.
She came straight up on her hind
legs with a neigh of terror, and
whirled back toward the bank down
which she had slid to reach the
pocket. But on the crest of it, loom
ing uncannily in the fog, were four
black figures—she screamed, and
ran around the base of the bank.
Ken heard Ross’ rope sing. It
snaked out just as Flicka dove into
the bank of clover. Stumbling, she
went down and for a moment was
lost to view.
"Goldarn—” said Ross, hauling
in his rope, while Flicka floundered
up and again circled her small pris
on, hurling herself at every point,
only to realize that there was no
way out.
She stood over the precipice,
poised in despair and frantic long
ing. There drifted up the sound of
the colts running below. Flicka
trembled and strained over the
brink—a perfect target for Ross,
and he whirled bis lariat again. It
made a vicious whine.
Flicka went down like a diver.
She hit the ground with her legs
folded under her, then rolled and
bounced the rest of the way. It
was exactly like the bronco that
had climbed over the side of the
truck and rolled down the forty
foot bank; and in silence the four
watchers sat in their saddles wait
ing to see what would happen when
she hit bottom—Ken already think
ing of the Winchester, and the way
the crack of it had echoed back
from the hills.
Flicka lit, it seemed, on four steel
springs that tossed her up and sent
her flying down the mountainside—
perfection of speed and power and
action. A hot sweat bathed Ken
from head to foot, and he began to
laugh, half choking—
The wind roared down and swept
up the fog, and it went bounding
away over the hills, leaving trailing
streamers of white in the gullies,
and coverlets of cotton around the
bushes. Way below, they could see
Flicka galloping toward the year
lings. In a moment she joined them,
and then there was just a many
colored blur of moving shapes, with
a fierce sun blazing down, striking
sparks of light off their glossy coats.
“Get going!" shouted McLaugh
lin. “Get around behind them.
They’re on the run now, and _it’s
cleared—keep them running, and we
may get them all in together, be
fore they stop. Tim, you take the
short way back to the gate and help
Howard turn them and get them
through.”
Tim shot off toward the County
Road and the other three riders gal
loped down and around the moun
tain until they were at the back of
the band of yearlings. Shouting and
yelling and spurring their mounts,
they kept the colts running, circling
them around toward the ranch un
til they had them on the County
Road.
Way ahead, Ken could see Tim
and Howard at the gate, blocking
the road. The yearlings were bear
ing down on them. Now McLaugh
lin slowed up, and began to call,
“Whoa, whoa—” and the pace de
creased. Often enough the year
lings had swept down that road and
through the gate and down to the
corrals. It was the pathway to oats,
and hay, and shelter from winter
storms-would they take it now?
Flicka was with them—right in the
middle—if they went, would she go
too?
It was all over almost before Ken
could draw a breath. The yearliiigs
turned at the gate, swept through,
went down to the corrals on a dead
run, and through the gates that Gus
had opened.
Flicka was caught again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
7468
T UXURY on a wartime budget—
in a beautiful jiffy filet crochet
cloth or scarf. Though it’s so easy
to do, yet it adds richness to table
or buffet. Make jiffy-crochet arti
cles in two strands of string—or
smaller pieces in finer cotton.
A piece of wax tied in a rag,
and rubbed over the hot iron be
fore ironing, will help it to run
along smoothly, and prevent its
sticking.
• • •
Wood siding from which mois
ture has not been sufficiently re
moved may be finished with semi
transparent shingle stain instead
of a solid film of paint.
• * •
Rub bacon fat over the skins of
potatoes before they are put into
the oven to bake. Then the skins
will not crumble or break, and
will have a delicious flavor. Eat
the skins with the potatoes.
• • •
When pickling onions, if you are
using white vinegar, a few drops
of sweet oil of almonds added to
each jar will help to keep them
white.
• • •
One-fourth teaspoon lemon jnice
added to each cup of heavy cream
will hasten whipping.
• * *
The setting of a jelly can be
hastened by placing the mold in a
pan of cold water.
• • •
A cloth dipped in linseed oil and
wiped over a polished surface will
improve the appearance.
* * •
Frozen meats should not be
thawed before cooking. Soaking
them to hasten defrosting impairs
the flavor.
Admirals may be admirable, but
that isn’t where the word comes
from. It comes from an old Arabic
word “amir-al” meaning “com
mander of.” That’s what the Ad
miral is, the top-ranking officer in
the Navy. Top-ranking cigarette
with our Navy men is Camel—the
favorite, too with men in the Army,
Marines, and Coast Guard, accord
ing to actual sales records from
their service stores. Camels are
a top-ranking gift, too. And though
there are Post Office restrictions
on packages to overseas Army
men, you can still send Camels
to soldiers in the U. S., and to
men in the Navy, Marines, and
Coast Guard wherever they are.
—Adv. '
Pattern 7468 contains instructions and a
chart for cloth and scarf; Uiustratloos of
stitches; materials needed.
Due to an unusually large demand and
current war conditions, slightly more time
is required In filling orders for a few at
the most popular pattern numbers.
Send your order to:
Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept.
•2 Eighth Ave. New York
Enclose IS cents (plus one cent to
cover cost of mailing) for Pattern
Na.
Name...
Address .
Ducks Grounded, Millions
Die; Beavers to Rescue
Wild ducks are temporarily
“grounded” in late summer of
each year, usually in August. At
this turn of the season the young
have not yet learned to use their
wings and, in molting, the mature
birds have lost their propelling
wing feathers.
Some years millions of ducks die
during this period when nesting
grounds suffer drouth and birds
are stranded away from water.
Beavers often come to the rescue
. . . save thousands of ducks by
damming up outlets to lakes or
streams.
I josepl>ASP»R»M
Odor of Flowers
More than 90 per cent of all
species of flowers in the world
have either an unpleasant odor or
none at all.
White Markets
Japan, too, it seems, is bothered
with black markets, but there
they are called white markets.
[ SNAPPY FACTS
ABOUT
RUBBER
-o
A chain of rest stations is ris
ing across northern Brazil
along the route of workers
trekking into the Amazon
Basin gateway of Belem to
increase collection of wild
rubber. They provide medical
aid and other human com
forts to the 50,000 additional
workers being recruited for
the Amazon rubber forces.
The rubber normally used In one
month's manufacture of baby pants
can make 2800 rubber lifeboats
for ocean-going planes.
A check of 7,200 farm-owned
trucks showed that only 25
per cent of the tires on them
were good; 54 par cent were
fair; and 21 per cent were
in poor condition.
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