Tall, cool glasses of Ginger Cooler
Will help get your daily quota of
milk into your summer diets besides
Ailing Ol' Sol on his busiest days.
Cool Salads, Drinks,
Sandwiches Help Keep
Family Comfortable
You will bless the sandwich, salad
and cool drink ideas on those warm
days when it is
too hot to roast
the meat and
cook all your
vegetables. Set
the table in your
coolest colors with
coolest foods, and
don your coolest
frock, and you will be giving your
family the best—on the home front.
It'a doubly important that you
keep yourself and your family lit
during these times as there are so
many activities demanding buoyant
health and energy. Even though the
food you serve is on the cool side,
make every bit of it count as far as
Its rtourishment is concerned.
Cram the salads full of vitamins
and minerals, and plan your menus
lo give your family a well-balanced
diet. Foods served during the sum
mer should be even more appetizing
than foods served during other sea
sons. for appetites tend to lag.
If the family does not want to eat
a great deal during the meal proper,
make the snacks count. For instance,
milk drinks-will help to get in the
pint daily for adults, and the quart
for children. You'll enjoy this sim
ple and delicious beverage:
•Ginger Cooler.
(Makes 1 tall glass)
1 cap milk, chilled
% teaspoon salt
H cap ginger nle
t la S tablespoons vanilla ice cream
Pour into a tali, chilled glass. Ada
gait and stir in ginger ale. Top with
ice cream and serve immediately.
There’s something about good, old
fashioned lemonade that still hits the
■pet during days that the thermom
eter speeds to the top rung of the
temperature ladder:
Grandmother's Lemonade.
(Serves I# to It)
2 ceps sugar or 2H cups honey
2H cups water
Juioe of 6 lemons
Juice of 2 oranges
Grated rind of 1 orange
1 cup mint leaves
Cook sugar and water 10 minutes.
(If using honey, bring water to a
boil, then add
honey and cook 5
minutes.) Cooi.
Add fruit juices
and rind. Pour
—- over mint leaves.
Cover an(, ,et
_ _5*_ stand one hour.
. » —K-/ Strain into jar
and keep in refrigerator. Use Vi
cup syrup for each glass; fill with
crushed ice and water.
Sherbet's a popular dessert, and
plenty cool! The citrus fruit in this
makes it even cooler:
Orange Sherbet.
(Makes 1 quart)
1*4 caps sugar
1 cup water
l egg whites, stiffly beaten
t cups urange Juice
S tablespoons lemon juice
Boil sugar and water together for
S minutes. Beat slowly into egg
■bites. Add fruit juices. Pour into
freezing tray and set cold control
at fast freezing. Freeze stiff, then
beat or stir thoroughly. Return to
freezing compartment and finish
freezing. Serve in sherbet glasses.
...
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Mena
•Royal Lamb Salad
Sliced Toma tor* Carrot Sticks
Whole Wheat Bread Butter
•Ginger Cooler
Cookies
•Recipe given
garnishing each with sprig of mint
and a half slice of unpeeled orange.
Salads that are full at protein and
that keep the cook cool are these
that All the main dish order of sum
mer meats:
•Royal Lamb Salad.
* (Serves •)
3 cups diced, cooked lamb
1 cop diced celery
1 cup Bing cherries
4 hard-cooked eggs
'* cap chopped nuts
t teaspoon salt
1 cap mayonnaise
Salad greens
Combine all ingredients except
mayonnaise and chill thoroughly.
Just before serving, toss in may
onnaise lightly and serve on a bed
of greens. If desired, garnish with
additional slices of hard-cooked eggs
and cherries.
Veal and Bacon Salad.
(Serves ()
2*i cups cold, cooked veal, diced
H cup crisp bacon, finely cat
H cup diced celery
H cup radish slices
H cup mayonnaise
6 small tomatoes
Mix the veal and the bacon with
the celery, radishes and mayonnaise
and chill. Place
each peeled to
mato in a lettuce
cup. Cut down
several sections
to open. Place a I
mound of the sal- I
ad mixture into I
each tomato and *
top with mayonnaise.
Occasionally a fruit salad is all
that is desired for a simple lunch
eon. In that case, make it as at
tractive and nourishing as possible:
Summer Fruit Salad.
(Serves «)
1 medium cantaloupe, peeled and
cut in cubes
2 cups raspberries or dewberries
2 cups diced fresh pineapple
Chill and mix lightly together.
Serve portions on crisp lettuce or
A cool dessert for a cool meal—
Orange Sherbet. It can be simply
made in the cool, morning hours,
stored in the refrigerator until ready
to serve.
watercress and top with mayonnaise
flavored with honey.
Finger sandwiches go well with
the salads to round out the meal and
are both cool and delicious:
Ground boiled ham with ground
pickles and mayonnaise.
Cottage cheese, chopped stuffed
olives, nuts.
Peanut butter, raspberry jam.
Chopped dates, orange juice,
chopped nuts.
Mashed cooked shrimp and cream
cheese.
I Flaked salmon, chopped cucum
ber and mayonnaise.
Cookies like these will go well
with your fresh fruits:
Molasses Raisin Bars.
14 cup shortening
H cap sugar
*1 egg
H cup baking molasses
2 cups sifted flour
14 teaspoon salt
14 teaspoon soda
1*4 teaspoons baking powder
14 cup sweet milk
1 cup chopped nuts
1 cup raisins
Cream shortening, add sugar and
beat lightly. Add egg. beat well,
then add molasses. Sift flour with
dry ingredients and add alternately
with milk to first mixture. Add
chopped nuts and raisins. Spread
thinly in greased shallow pan and
bake in a moderate (350-degree)
oven for 15 to 20 minutes. Cut in
bars before cooling.
Are you having difficulties planning
meals with points? Stretching your
meats? Lynn Chambers can give you
help if you write her, enclosing a
Stamped, telf-uddressed envelope for
your reply, in care of her at IFestern
Newspaper Union, 210 South Des
plaines Street, Chicago, Illinois.
, Beleaaed by Wrstern Newspaper Union.
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CHAPTER X
Mindful that she had clawed her
way out when she was eorraled be
fore, McLaughlin determined to
keep her in the main corral into
which the stable door opened. It
had eight-foot wails of aspen poles.
The rest of the yearlings must be
maneuvered away from her.
Now that the fog had gone, the
sun was scorching, and horses and
men alike were soaked with sweat
before the chasing was over and,
one after the other, the yearlings
had been driven into the other cor
ral, and Flick a was alone.
She knew that her solitude meant
danger, and that she was singled
out for some special disaster. She
ran frantically to the high fence
through which she could see the oth
er ponies standing, and reared and
clawed at the poles; she screamed,
whirled, circled the corral first in
one direction, and then the other.
And while McLaughlin and Ross
were discussing the advisability of
roping her, she suddenly espied the
dark hole w-hich was the open upper
half of the stable door, and dove
through it McLaughlin rushed to
close it, and she was caught—safe
ly imprisoned in the stable.
But when they went up after din
ner, there was no Flicka in the barn.
One of the windows above the man
ger was broken, and the manger
was full of pieces of glass.
Staring at it, McLaughlin gave a
short laugh. He looked at Ken.
"She climbed into the manger—see?
Stood on the feed box, beat the
glass out with her front hoofs and
climbed through.”
The window opened into the Six
Foot Pasture. Near it was a wagon
load of hay. When they went around
the back of the stable to see where
she had gone they found her be
tween the stable and the hay wagon,
eating.
At their approach, she leaped
sway, then headed east across the
pasture.
“If she’s like her mother,” said
Rob, "she'll go right through the
wire.”
“Ay bet she’ll go over,” said Gus.
"She yumps like a deer.”
"No horse can jump that,” said
McLaughlin.
Ken said nothing because he could
not speak. It was the most terrible
moment of his life. He watched
Flicka racing toward the eastern
wire.
A few yards from it, she swerved,
turned and raced diagonally south.
“It turned her! it turned her!”
cried Ken, almost sobbing. It was
the first sign of hope for Flicka. “Oh,
Dad, she has got sense, she has!
She has!”
Flicka turned again as she met
the southern boundary of the pas
ture, again at the northern; she
avoided the bam. Without abating
anything of her whirlwind speed,
following a precise, accurate calcu
lation, and turning each time on a
dime, she investigated every possi
bility. Then, seeing that there was
no hof>e, she raced south towards
the range where she bad spent her
life, gathered herself, and rose to
the impossible leap.
Each of the men watching had
the impulse to cover his eyes, and
Ken gave a howl of despair.
Twenty yards of fence came dow^.
with her as she hurled herself
through. Caught on the upper
strands, she turned a complete som
ersault, lending on her back, her four
legs dragging the wires down on
top of her. and tangling herself in
them beyond hope of escape.
“The wire!” cursed McLaughlin.
“If I could afford decent fences—”
Ken followed the men miserably
as they walked to the filly. They
stood in a circle watching while she
kicked and fought and thrashed un
til the wire was tightly wound and
tangled about her, piercing and
tearing her flesh and hide. At last
she was unconscious, streams of
blood running on her golden coat,
and pools of crimson widening on
the grass beneath her.
With the wire cutters which Gus
always carried in the hip pocket of
his overalls, he cut the wire away;
and they drew her into the pasture,
i repaired the fence, placed hay, a
box of oats, and a tub ot water
near her, and called it a day.
“I doubt if she pulls out of It."
said McLaughlin briefly. "But it’s
just as well. If it hadn’t been this
way it would have been another.
A loco horse isn’t worth a dam.”
Ken lay on the grass behind
Flicka. One little brown hand was
on her back, smoothing it pressing
softly, caressing. The other hand
supported his head. His face hung
over her.
H*« throat felt dry: hii lip* were
tike paper.
After a tong white he whispered,
"I didn't mean to kill you, Flieka—”
He counted her wounds The two
worst were a deep cut above the
right rear hock, ahd a long gash in
her chest that ran down Into the
muscle of the foreleg Beside* those,
she was snagged with three-cornered
tear* through which the flesh
pushed out, and laced with cuts
and scratches with blood drying on
them in rows of little black beads.
Ken wondered if the two bad cuts
ought to be sewn up He thought of
Doc Hicks, and then remembered
what hit Dad had said: "You cost
me money every time you turn
around." No—Gua might do it—Gus
was pretty good st sewing up ani
mals. But Dad said best thing of
all is usually to let them alone.
They heal up.
The cut in Flieka s hind leg was
awfully deep—
He put his head down against her
and whispered again, “Oh, Flieka—
I didn't mean to kill you.”
Gus came out to him carrying a
can of black grease
"De Boss tole me to put some of
dis grease on de Ally's cuts, Ken—it
helps heal 'em up."
Together they went over her care
fully. putting a smear of the grease
wherever they could reach a wound.
Gus stood looking down at the
boy.
“D’yoc think she'll get well,
Gus?"
"She might, Ken. I seen plenty
horses hurt as bad as dot, and dey
yust as good as ever."
"Dad said—" But Ken’s voice
failed him when he remembered that
his father had said she might as
Caught on the upper strands, she
turned a complete somersault.
well die, because she was loco any
way.
The Swede stood a moment, his
pale blue eyes, transparent and spir
itual, looking kindly down at the
boy; then he went on down to the
bam.
Every trace of fog and mist had
vanished, and the sun was blazing
hot Sweltering, Ken got up to take
a drink of water from the bucket
left for Flicka. Then, carrying hand
fuls of water in ,his small cupped
hands, he poured it on her mouth.
Flicka did not move, and once again
Ken took his place behind her, his
hand on her neck, his lips whisper
ing to her.
After a while his head sank in ex
haustion to the ground . . .
When evening came, and Nell had
called Ken and had taken him by
the hand and led him away, Flicka
still lay without moving. Gently the
darkness folded down over her.
Everybody went out to see Flicka
right after breakfast and she stood
against the fence as far away from
them as she could get, while they
discussed her injuries and her
points, and whether she wTas more
like Banner or Rocket—
Every remark made about her
went through Ken as if it had been
made about himself, but he too
wanted to get a verdict and said,
"She’s got wonderful points, hasn't
she, Dad?"
McLaughlin glared at Ken.
“You’ve bought her, Ken. She's
signed, sealed and delivered. Al
ways choose them first, set your
heart on them, buy them, and study
their points afterwards—that way
you’ll be a first-rate horseman.”
Ken's face got red and he looked
away. Flicka. as if she felt the
shame of her position, urged herself
weakly along the fence in one direc
tion, then turned and went in the
other, trying to escape.
“I think she’s a perfect little beau
ty,” said Nell, w’ho was there in
her riding clothes, ready to give
Rumba her workout
"I want her moved down to the
Calf Pasture.” said McLaughlin.
"There’s shade there, and grass,
and the running stream at water..
I'll be needing this pasture for the
other horses."
"But the Calf Pasture’s got only
three strands of barbed wire," said
Ken uneasily. "She might Jump It
and get away,"
His father cast him one of his
withering glances. "She won’t Jump
It, Ken. She won’t jump anything.
Not for a long time yet"
"Besides," said Howard, "down
there she'll have company. The
calves and our colts with their moth
ers. She won't be alone,"
"She’ll be alone, all right," said
McLaughlin with a short laugh; and
Ken remembered the remark about
a loco horse always being a Lone
Wolf. "She’ll keep to herself."
NeU and Ross went down to the
stable to begin the work on the
polo ponies, and the rest of them
spread out in a fan behind Flicka
and gently urged her toward the
gate which Gus had opened into the
Calf Pasture. She went a few steps
at a time, then stopped to rest with
her head hanging weakly.
Ken was glad she was in the Call
Pasture. It was here the boys
trained their colts, here that the
milch cow's grazed at night and the
calves in the daytime. And it was
nearer the house. From the Green,
from the terrace, from Ken's win
dow, a great deal of the Calf Pas
ture could be seen, and it comforted
Ken to think that Flicka was close
by even when he couldn’t be with
her.
After dinner the men were load
ing the four Rodeo horses. Lady,
Calico, Baldy and Buck, into the ;
truck for McLaughlin to drive into !
Cheyenne.
Ken hurried to catch his father '
before the truck started, and found
him in the cab.
“Dad!*’
McLaughlin looked down. •'Wen?’* !
he barked.
“Could I have a few forkfuls of
hay for Flicka? She doesn’t graze,
I think she can't move around
much.”
Being asked for hay was like be
ing asked for his right eye. Mc
Laughlin’s rule was, never feed hay
when there’s green grass growing.
He roared, “I told you you cost me
money every time you turn around.”
“Could I, Dad?” repeated Ken un
flinchingly.
“All right," said McLaughlin.
“Just for a few days.” He leaned
out the window of the truck, shout
ing for Gus, and Ken dashed away.
Ken carried the hay out to Flicka
on a pitchfork. Every step he took
for her was a joy. When Flicka saw
him coming she tried to run away,
and Ken said, "Oh, no, Flicka, don’t
run away, don't be afraid of me. I
am Ken. And this is hay. You like
it, Flicka—come and get some hay.”
He stood some distance off, hav
ing placed the hay near the tub of
water, and presently Flicka came
limping back, smelled at it, and
began to eat.
Ken lay with his elbow on the j
ground and his head propped on his ;
hand, looking at Flicka. Now and
then she would raise her head.
He knew she was better; her
wounds were not bleeding today.
They were swollen, and where the
flesh had been pink and wet yester
day, today it was darker and dry.
The scabs were forming.
Howard was doing his colts for
him today too. Ken hated to leave
Flicka even for an hour.
At milking time Tim went down
to the cowbam, carrying the milk
pails. The bronco-buster, as usual,
was with him, walking stiffly on his
high heels, his thin legs in their pale
blue jeans so bowed that a dog
could have run through them.
They made a detour into the Calf
Pasture to take a look at the filly.
“I’ll be doggoned,” said Ross
calmly, with no expression at all on |
his small face, “she’s beginning to
look right pert.”
He sat down on a rock, took out
his cigarette papers and a bag of
Bull Durham, and expertly rolled
himself a cigarette.
Tim stood there with two milk
pails on each arm and the usual
surprised grin on his comical Irish
face. "Well, Kennie,” he said, “how
do you like trained-nursin?”
“All right,” said Ken, shame
facedly.
“When I seen her go for that
fence,” continued Tim, "I didn’t
really believe she’d try it—then I sez
to meself, crazy people you c’n lock
up in asylums—crazy horses you
gotta let kill themselves.”
Ken slowly lifted his head and
stared at Tim’s dark red grinning
face.
Suddenly all the odds and ends of
thought which had confused him
came clear in his mind. Loco—it
wasn’t just loco, the way you said.
Oh, you’re nuts. It meant wrong in
the head—lunatic asylums—crazy
people—Flicka wasn’t right—
Horror went through him like zig
zags of lightning.
“She sure is a wild woman,” said
Ross seriously.
Ken looked from Tim to Ross. ;
“Do you think she’s really—” The
word that had always been so easy :
to say now stuck in his throat He
brought it out with difficulty—
"loco?”
“She sure is.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
P/1 TTERNS,
SEWING C ffjtj
1790
A Real Favorite
CO MANY times this summer
° you’ll be glad for an ensemble
like this. Simple and smart for
day-long wear.
• • •
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1790-B de
signed for sizes 10. 13, 14. 16. 18 and 20.
Corresponding bust measurements 28, 30.
32, 34. 36 and 38. Size 13 (30) ensemble
requires 4*4 yards 35-inch material; 9
yards ric-rac.
UOUSEHOLD
Remember that stuffing expands
when heated. Never pack it in too
tightly. If it doesn’t have room to
expand, it will become soggy.
• • •
When baying oranges select
those that are firm, heavy and not
spongy or soft. Usually slight
scars or russet spots on the skins
will not affect the flavor or the
quality of juice in the oranges.
• • •
Always add a little melted but
ter to uncooked frosting. It im
proves the flavor and prevents
cracking.
• • •
If liquid in which olives are bot
tled is thrown away when bottle is
opened, olives may be kept indef
initely if olive oil is poured over
them after they are put back into
bottle.
• • •
Knitted washcloths are not al
ways a good buy. They are likely
to stretch out of shape, become
limp and stringy. A firmly woven
cloth, like that used for bath tow
els, usually is best.
One thing, a soldier is afraid of
is a display of emotion. That’s
why his slang so often sounds
derogatory. For example, he re
fers to the silver eagles on his
colonel’s shoulder straps as “buz
zards." But when he speaks of his
favorite cigarette, he says: “Cam
els.” They’re first with men in the
Army as weli as with Sailors, Ma
rines, and Coast Guardsmen. (Ac
cording to actual sales records in
service men's stores.) 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.
t*ie m an umfonlt? lariw demand and
entrant war rondllHma. aHphllv mnrt» time
la required in lUlin* order* for a tew id
the moat popular pattern number*.
Send jour order to:
Cordell Hull. Aluxtys
The Perfect Diplomat
Col. Harold B. Hinton, now with
the U. S. army headquarters a
London, has written a life of Cor
dell Hull, United States secretary
of state, which is being published
in England. He tells the following:
Hull has always been famous for
his reluctance to commit himself
—and even at the beginning of his
political career disliked making a
definite statement about anything.
However, one self-confident maa
bet that he could get a direct an
swer from the cautious statesman.
“What is the time, Mr. Hull?”
he asked.
Hull took out his watch, looked
at it, and then said: “What does
your watch say?”
Production of Mints
During the past 150 years, the
mints of the United States have
produced 19,559,000,000 coins, of
which 10,892,000,000, or 56 per
cent, were pennies.
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ABOUT
RUBBER
The first privately owned
turnpike tell company to bo
organised in this country was
the Philadelphia and Lan
caster Turnpike Co., incorpo- i
rated in 1792. New York
was the first state to charge
an automobile registration
fee to pay highway costs and
in 1901 collected $954 in
such fees.
In 1843 an English woman obtained
a patent for a pavement material
consisting, among other things, of
"oil rubber."
Eleven per cent of the tires
of the 25,400 passenger cars
on New Jersey farms were
found to be "bald" in a check
made by Rutgers University.
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