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IgfBjK ^ gg j. >y- SHI HOUSEHOLD MfM 0S...iyJrn. Barbecued Beef on Buns Tastes Good (See Recipe Below) Fun Outdoors Your family will like eating out doors for nothing seems so good as beef barbecues or hamburgers served in the open when appetites are their sharpest, or coffee made on a make-shift stove from a couple of large bricks maneuvered to hold the old granite coffee pot In place. Food is good and wholesome, and there's plenty of It whether you cook ll ai come auu wrap it up to take with you to the spot of your choice, or if you ' gather twigs and cook to order. Make use of the back yard for your barbecue, or take to the woods or lake, even if you have to use the bicycle. The change from eating on the dining room table will be a wel come change and will do wonders toward perking up summer appe tites. Make outdoor eating as convenient <as dining at home. Be sure to include such things as salt and pepper, nap kins, plenty of cups, plates and sil verware in your basket to make the family comfortable. A spicy sauce with beef or veal makes up a delicious barbecue. The pound and a quarter of meat is csiough for 12 buns—just in case you’re interested in stretching those precious red points: "Barbecued Beef on Buns, m pounds beef or veal 1 cap thinly sliced onions 1 clove garlic, chopped (optional) 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce H cup catsup 1H teaspoons salt % teaspoon pepper Cut meat in 1-inch cubes and brown in hot fat. Add 1 cup water and simmer 1% hours until tender. Brown onions and garlic in hot fat and add to cooked meat with remain der of ingredients. Make on out door stove or wrap carefully in con tainer with plenty of towels to keep warm, and take to barbecue. To serve, spoon on to warmed buns. Hamburgers are still a great fa vorite for outdoor eating, particu lariy now since hamburger still v fas fairly low Iioint value. This \ ecipe makes asty and tender, ( bell - seasoned -hamburgers: Prise Hamburgers (Makes 24 hamburgers) 4 pounds hamburger 44 cup chili sauce 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce 144 tablespoons salt 1 teaspoon onion salt 44 teaspoon celery salt 24 buna, toasted and buttered m« hamburger well with sauce and seasonings. Form into 24 pat Lynn Says The Score Card: Ceiling prices are in effect for such vegetables as cabbage, carrots, lettuce, spin ach, snap beans and tomatoes. . Watch for changes in point val ues on meats and other red stamp foods. Look, too, for the ceiling prices on many cuts of meat. The butcher usually posts ceiling prices on his wall. Your butter and cheese man can collect your points before he leaves your order. In this way he won't wake you up if he comes early, or If you’re not at home later In the day. Should he fail to be able to All your order, he must give you a ration check for points given him but not used, and you can turn this in to your local war price and rationing board. Uniform prices for poultry have been established, and the cam paign against the poultry black market is swinging Into shape. Your Barbecue Supper •Beef Barbecue on Toasted Bun Small Whole Tomatoes Cucumber Wedges or Chef’s Salad •Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie Coffee Milk Pop •Recipe given ties and fry slowly in hot fat until browned and done, on both sides. When nearly done invert the bottom half of a bun over the hamburger so that bun will be steamed and toasted. The other half may be toasting on a stick while one rests on hamburger. Place other half on hamburger when ready to eat. Many families are fond of barbe cued spareribs on their Jaunts out doors. You’ll like this one, particu larly the sauce: Barbecued Spareribs. (Serves 4) 3 to 4 pounds riba, cut in pieees 1 lemon 1 large onion 1 cup catsup % cup Worcestershire sauce 1 teaspoon chill powder 1 teaspoon salt 2 dashes tabasco sauce 2 cups water Place ribs in shallow roasting pan, meaty side up. On each piece place an unpeeled slice of lemon, a thin slice of onfbn. Roast in hot oven (450 degrees), 30 minutes. Combine remaining ingredients, bring to a boil and pour over ribs. Continue baking In a moderate oven (350 de grees) for 30 minutes. Baste ribs several times with sauce. Let the green salad for the out door supper be as green and spright ly as you can make it. A smart idea in making the salad is to toss all the greens together, but add the sal ad dressing only just before eating to allow the salad to keep its crispi ness: Chef’s Favorite Salad. H head of lettuce 2 cups spinach leaves 2 tomatoes, cut In wedges U cup sliced radishes H green pepper, cut In rings 3 green onions 1 stalk celery, cut in pieces V4 cup french dressing Break lettuce into hite-sized pieces and toss together with other vegeta bles. Just before serving, add dressing and serve from large bowl. Have all in gredients well chilled. If you have a host of hearty eaters and would enjoy a luscious pie, the combination of strawberries with rhubarb is a happy choice: •Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie. I cup sugar K teaspoon salt 44 teaspoon nutmeg t tablespoons quick-cooking tapioca 44 cup orange Juice 3 cups cut rhubarb 1 recipe pastry 1 cup sliced strawberries 1 tablespoon butter Combine sugar, salt, nutmeg, tap ioca, orange juice and rhubarb; place in 9-inch pie pan lined with pastry. Top with strawberries and dot with butter. Arrange whole pas try top or lattice covering. Bake in hot oven (450 degrees) for 10 min utes, then in moderate oven (350 degrees) for 30 minutes. On the other hand, fresh fruits by themselves or with a few cookies may be more to your liking. Be sure to wash them carefully, so they do not bruise, wrap them in waxed paper, and toss them into the red checkered tablecloth that you’re fas tening together at the comers. Are you hating 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 Ues• plaines Street, Chicago, Illinois. \ Released by Western Newspaper Union. MY: FRIEND FLICKA1 w ^ v\4 . ,H MARY O'HARA THE STORY SO FAR: Ten-year-old Ken McLaughlin, given an opportunity to choose any yearling colt on his fam ily’s Wyoming ranch, picks the ally of a "loco” mare named Rocket. His choice merely adds to his father's anger, which is already aroused by the fact that Ken has failed his school work and has shown no sense of responsibility. It was Ken’i mother who Bnally persuaded Captain McLaughlin that having the colt might be good for Ken, and the change In him has proved she was light. But Fllcka t» badly hurt trying to Jump the corral fence. Even Gus, the foreman, says she Is loco like her mother. But Ken re fuses to be convinced. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XI Nell found her gardening gloves and her trowel and shears and went about clearing the broken flowers and leaves out of the boxes. When she had done what she could to put the boxes and flower borders in order, she went to the kitchen, built up the Are and began to mix the cookies. Now the oven was ready, and when she had nearly finished mix ing the dough, Ken came into the kitchen. He leaned against the ta ble, his elbows propped, his chin in his hand. A little red bandana was tied around his neck. His soft brown hair was in wild disorder. "If Flicka’s really loco. Mother—” His appearance shocked Nell. The look in his eyes was direct, almost staring—nothing like Ken. He was looking at her now, to drag facts from her. "Well. Rennie?” "If she's loco?” "It’s a bad lookout for her, then, isn’t it?” There was a long silence. He struggled. Nell looked at him, rolling the dough thinner and thinner. In his eyes she saw a question. He was asking if it wouldn’t come true, if he wanted it hard enough; and his face was strained in an guish. Right now, she thought, narrowing her eyes against the tears that came so quickly, stinging them, right now —to let him know, once for all, that wanting and wishing can’t buck a fact. "Perhaps she isn’t loco, dear, we don't know yet for sure. But if she is, Ken,” her words came slowly, "wanting won’t change it.” She went on rolling out the dough, cutting the cookies, putting them on tin sheets in the hot oven. But she had really gone away with Ken, up the Hill, into the woods, face down on the pine needles, hands clawing at the ground, salt tears burning— The insistent clanging of the sup per bell roused him, and he sat up, startled. How could it ever be sup per time already? He turned in the opposite direc tion and looked to Flicka's place near the three pine trees in the Calf Pasture. She was lying down, not very far from where he had put the tub of water and the feed box. He ran down the Hill, across the green and into the kitchen and washed his face and hands and slicked his hair. All his agony was back. Flicka— why, she. might be dead out there— lying dead instead of just asleep. After supper he hurried out to see her. She was standing up again, and this time barely moved away at all at his approach. He sat down be fore her on the grass, clasped his arms around his knees, and made his vows to her. "I didn’t mean it, Flicka . . . you're the one I want ... I won't leave you again . . . never, Flicka. I don't want those other colts. They’re nothing, just simply nothing at all. And you’re my responsibili ty. That’s what Dad said. I pulled you in from the range where you were free and wild and could take care of yourself, and I’ve made you so you can’t; so you’re my responsi bility to take care of.” Flicka stood looking at him. Her large eyes were dull and not fully opened. All her hair was very un tidy. Her legs were not quite straight under her, but a little splayed out. But her ears were forward, she seemed to be listening, to be paying attention, and she was not frightened. Nell, with a dark blue silk kimono belted around her slender waist, was brushing her hair for the night. It lay loose upon her shoulders in a soft, wavy, tan mass; and as she brushed, she walked around the room, putting clothes away in the closet, opening the bed, bringing out Rob's pajamas, and talked to him about Ken. “I wish you’d be nicer to him, Rob.” "Why? He’s gone against every thing I told him to do.” “I think he’s suffering deeply.” “Suffering! So am L And what’s it aU for?" Rob, seated in the low arm chair, reached out a booted foot and dragged the boot-jack close. He planted one foot upon it, and set the other heel in the notch, continu ing, "If he was going to have a horse to break and train as Howard did Highboy, it would have taught him something, made a man of him. But what can he do with this poor little filly? Not a damned thing. He’ll sit in that pasture and watch her all summer, and neglect his work. Howard has been walking his colts for him for two days.” He pulled hard against the jack, and drew one foot out of the long worn, brown boot “But Rob, you don’t see! It’s al ready done—much of it. Ken is changed already. He's learning, even though he can’t train her.” “Learning what? Learning to sit on his fanny under a pine tree?” Rob leaned back in his chair, and out of his dark face, his vivid, burn ing blue eyes looked at her without softening. “Learning that it pays to be bull-headed?” “No! He’s learning to face facts. And that’s the whole thing, isn’t it?” “Face facts! I don’t see any sign of it,” he said harshly. “And the kid looks like heck. If this goes on all summer he'll be in fine shape to go back to school in September.” Nell felt rebuffed and got up and went about in silence. Rob stood up, picked up his boots, kicked the boot-jack back into the corner, went over to Nell, and with “Do you think she’s-loco?” the boots hanging in one hand, put the other arm around her. “Love me?” he asked. “I knew you were going to say that!” she exclaimed angrily. “When you’ve just made me mad, that isn’t any time to say things like that" His one arm squeezed and shook her a little. “Love me?” he re peated. “I don’t feel the least bit loving.” “Love me?” The one deep dimple in Nell’s right cheek appeared in spite of her self, and she turned her face away. “Oh, yes, then, have it your own way!” She made her voice insulting, but it was an irritating habit of Rob’s to be satisfied with outward obedi ence, as if, once that was granted, by his own persistence and violence, he could drive people the rest of the way. “That’s all right then,” he said; and with his hard bullet head, pressed her face around until he could kiss her mouth. “But Rob—Ken—” “Don’t talk about him,” he roared, dropping his arm. “I’ve had all I can stand of him.” He went out the room, slammed the door, and stamped down the hall to the bath room. Nell climbed into bed, turned up the kerosene lamp that stood on the bedside table, took her book from beside it, and began to read. Her dimple had disappeared and her lips were very set and prim. Next day Rob planned to drive to Sargent’s ranch to make final ar rangements about shipping the four polo ponies. Nell was to go with him, and they would be away all day. When, at breakfast, Howard and Ken heard about it, Ken said, “Would you have time, Dad. to come out before you go and look at Flicka and see how you think she is? She looks better, and she’s eating some oats.” “No, I wouldn’t,” roared Mc Laughlin. “I don’t want to see her or to think about her.” There was a heavy silence. Ev eryone ate rapidly, eyes down. Pres ently McLaughlin’s gaze swung over again toward his younger son and noted the circles under the child’s eyes. "Did you go swimming with How ard yesterday?” he asked. "No, sir.” "Why not?” "I didn’t want to leave Flicka.” “Now I’ve had enough of this! Howard does your work, and you’re all set to spend the summer under the pine trees watching Flicka. Do you suppose that’s good fox you? What sort of shape will you be in when it’s time to go back to school? This is the hottest weather we’ll have all summer. Your swim is good for you. You take a dip with Howard today, and do your own work too.” ”Yes, sir.” Presently Howard said, ‘‘Remem ber what you said, Dad? That Flicka would stay alone and not go near the other horsbs? You were right She stays alone in the corner by the fence, or under the pines. Why does she? I thought horses liked company.” McLaughlin made no reply, and Kennie came bravely out with the answer, ‘‘Because she’s a Lone Wolf.” McLaughlin turned to Ken, sur prised, and the boy looked back at his father. Rarely had he been able to face those hard eyes for so long a minute. He did it now for Flicka. If she was a Lone Wolf, then he was a Lone Wolf too. He had to fight her battles. He was with her, the same as her—and it gave him cour age. Matching his stare with Ken’s, ! Rob said to himself, "Well, I’ll be darned. The little son-of-a-gun. Nell was right—facing facts—he’s taking it on the chin.” McLaughlin turned his head away and asked for another piece of toast. Nell jumped up and turned the piece of homemade bread which was lying on the edge of the coal stove. It was toasted a delicate brown. She brought it, hot and crusty, on the tin turner, and slid it on to the edge of Rob’s plate. Rob was thoughtful as he took a slab of the fresh unsalted butter and spread it on his toast. "Ken,” he said presently, "that isn’t what I meant when I said Flicka would keep to herself. It’s because she’s sick. A wounded or sick animal always stays alone.” Ken’s dark blue eyes, confiding and full of hope, clung to his father’s face, and McLaughlin felt an emo tion within his breast. “Oh,” said the boy. He would have liked to ask if Flicka was not a Lone Wolf after all, but it seemed wiser not to press his father's sud den kindness. After a moment McLaughlin said, "Has she salt, Ken?” Ken’s face showed such conster nation that it was comical. Both Rob and Nell turned away their heads. "No,” said Ken, guiltily, staring at his father. "I’ve got a piece of iodized salt up in the stable,” said McLaugh lin frowning. "I won’t be ready to leave right away, Rob,” put in Nell. "If you want to go out to Flicka—I’ve a few things to do—” "All right, Ken,” said his father. "I’ll bring the salt out to her, and give her the once-over.” Joy colored Ken's face and Nell emitted a faint breath of relief. Ken rushed out to Flicka. He had already seen her that morning. Soon after sunrise he had presented himself, and standing before her, said, “I am Ken. Do you know me? Are you getting to like me?” Now he ran out to her again and said, “Dad’s coming to look at you, Flicka. Now you be a good girl and don’t run away.” As if she had understood him, Flicka stood quietly at a little dis tance when McLaughlin came out and set the chunk of iodized salt down near the pine tree. Then he took out his pipe and lit it, and ex amined the filly, while Ken watched his father to read the verdict on his face. Finally McLaughlin said, "She’s so sick and hang-dog—it’s hard to tell about her now.” "Do you think she’s—loco?” Rob growled, "I would have sworn it, by the way she’s behaved ever since she was born, but as a mat ter of fact, we’ve never seen her except when she was scared out of her wits.” ■•Dad—” “Well?” ‘‘When you said she’d been so frightened, always, when we’d seen her—did you mean that maybe she isn’t loco?” Before answering, Rob eyed the filly thoughtfully and drew several long puffs of smoke through his pipe. ‘‘She’s got a very intelligent face,” he said at last. “Much better than Rocket’s. Fine, delicate mouth, lovely eyes set far apart, that light tracing of veins all over. But we can’t really know until we see how she responds to training.” “How can I train her? What shall I begin on?” “You can’t do a thing with her now. All you can do is win her con fidence. That’s the most important thing anyway. There’s one thing that will help you, Ken.” "What?” “Her sickness and misery. When you take away everything, free dom, friends, home, habits, happi ness, from a living creature, almost life itself. It will turn, in sheer need and desperation, to the one thing that is left. And that’s you.” “Me " Ken had never felt so im portant. "Yes. You are her whole world. Make her like it.” (TO BE CONTINUED) 577 /CREATE joy with your embroid ^ ery needle—make these engag ing motifs for your own linens or gift linens. The gay bluebirds are symbols of happiness. Their varied flower perches let you use brilliant colors. • • • Pattern 577 contains a transfer pattern of 16 motifs ranging from 5*/2 by 7t4 to 2 by 2>,4 inches; stitches; list of materials required. Earthworms are beneficial to the soil in which they live and no effort should be made to remove them. If considered troublesome, lime water will bring them to the surface. • • • When melting chocolate, use a small round-bottomed bowl and melt over hot water. Bowl may be set in the top of teakettle or double boiler. • • * Rub up the nickel faucets with cleansing tissues every day. Such rubbing up will lighten the weekly cleanings. • • • Gather clover blossoms this summer, dry them, and scatter about the linen closet to impart a delicate fragrance. • • • Keep linens white by packing them in an old pillow case which has been soaked in bluing until it is a deep indigo. If you know a Navy man, don’t ever call him a “gob”—sailors consider the name an insult. You can get on the right side of him though if you offer him a Camel —or better yet, send him a carton. Camels are the favorite cigarette with men in the Navy (Army, Ma rines, Coast Guard, too, for that matter) based on actual sales rec ords from the service men’s stores. And though there are Post Office restrictions on packages to over seas 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. Due to an unusually large demand and current war conditions, slightly more time is required In filling orders for a few a! the most popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: Sewing Circle Neediecraft Dept. 82 Eighth Ave. New York Enclose IS cents (plus one cent to cover cost of mailing) for Pattern No. Name .. Address ... One Bit of Tough Detail That Smith Didn't Mind Two men worked side by side in a War Production board offioe. They never spoke, but each watched the other. 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