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HOUSEHOLD memos... Put Nutrition in That Lunch Box (See Recipes Below) Let's Pack a Lunch Do you realize as your children once again begin the trek back to •ehool with their lunch boxes that those mid-day meals should carry a third of the day's calories in them? Lunches that are a blte-and-run excuse for a meal will not give chil dren or workers nourishment from which they are to draw the pep and energy, vim and vigor they need to do their best | day’s work. Their loads are heavier to carry these days than ever before, and it behooves every homemaker to be on her toes to put in the box the very best lunch she can pack. Packing the lunch need not take undue time or effort. Assemble the equipment needed for packing a lunch at one convenient spot, and then you can get right to work with It as soon as you’ve put breakfast on the table. Keep staples on hand to simplify the lunch-making prob lem. This should include such things •s crackers and cookies, cheese, milk, eggs, peanut butter, beans, salmon, sardines, dried fruits, nuts, |elly, marmalade, pickles and olives. Whenever possible prepare a dish for the family that can be utilized in the lunch in some way. If you make a meat or fish loaf, this can be used as a sandwich filling. Sandwiches are the mainstay of the lunch box. However, as they •re used so of ten, vary the bread and fillings •a much as pos sible to avoid that mealtime monot ony. Cut them in f sections — they're more attractive and easier to eat thatway. Wrap to waxed paper to keep from dry ing out. Have the fillings moist to keep them from being unappetizing and spread the bread with butter, margarine or mayonnaise to keep it moist, fresh and tasty. Sandwich Fillings. Chopped hard-cooked egg, pickle or celery, mayonnaise on oatmeal bread. Cream cheese, chopped olives on white or whole wheat bread. Cream cheese or cottage cheese with jelly and marmalade with Bos ton Brown bread. Peanut butter or ground peanuts with chopped figs, dates or prunes, mayonnaise or cream to moisten on white bread. Ground dried beef with pickle and mayonnaise to moisten on rye bread. Meat or sardines in thick white nance on white bread or bun. Lunch Box Menu Cream of Tomato Soup Crackers Ham Salad on Whole Wheat Bread Chopped Egg Salad on White Bread Carrot Strips Fresh Apple Cookies Ground ham and carrots with sour cream dressing on buttered rye bread. Cooked liver or liver sausage, mashed or ground fine with fried onion, minced, chill sauce on whole : wheat, rye or pumpernickel bread. Ground veal, carrot and celery moistened with mayonnaise. Chopped carrots, raisins, and nuts, moistened with mayonnaise, on white or oatmeal bread. Oatmeal Bread. (Makes 2 large loaves) 2 cups oatmeal, uncooked Vi cup molasses 1 teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon shortening 1 cup boiling water 1 cup milk 1 cake yeast dissolved In H cup lukewarm water 5 cups flour Measure oatmeal, molasses, salt and shortening into bowl. Add boil ing water and let stand 1 hour. Beat in milk, dissolved yeast and flour. Let rise until doubled in bulk. Knead well. Turn into greased bread pans, let rise again until double in bulk. Bake 15 minutes at 425 degrees, then 45 minutes at 375 degrees. Boston Brown Bread (Makes 2 small loaves) 1 onp graham flour 1 cup rye flour 1 cup cornmeal 1H teaspoons soda 1% teaspoons salt 1 cup sour milk or buttermilk 1 cup water % oup molasses 1 cup floured raisins Sift together the dry ingredients. Add bran remaining in sifter to dry ! ingredients. Combine sour milk, ; water and molasses. Make a well in the dry ingredients, pour in liq uid and mix as quickly as possible. Add raisins with last few sweeps ol mixing spoon. Fill greased molds % full, cover closely and steam for 2 hours. Milk Drinks. Vary the lunch box beverage as often as possible, serving milk, hoi chocolate or cocoa. For a change | of menu, try an old favorite which contains iron—molasses milk drink, made by mixing 1 quart of milk with 2 or 3 tablespoons molasses and a dash of nutmeg. Spiced milk: To 0 cups heated milk, add ^4 teaspoon cinnamon. dash of nutmeg or mace and stir vigorously. Add sugar, if desired, and serve hot or cold as preferred. Fruits make wonderful des- / serfs and add a j generous portion of the day’s vitamin and mineral health. If an energy-producing des sert is desired, try a pudding. Orange Marmalade Bread Podding. (Serves 6) 1H caps dry bread crumbs 1H cups scalded milk 1H cups sugar 1 tablespoon melted butter 2 eggs, slightly beaten 1 teaspoon vanilla H cup orange marmalade % teaspoon nutmeg Soak bread crumbs in hot milk When cool, add remaining ingredi ents in order given. Place in a buttered baking dish and set in a pan of hot water. Bake in a mod erate (350-degree) oven for 45 to 50 minutes, or until knife inserted in center comes out clean. Serve with lemon sauce or cream. Are you having a time stretching meats? Write to Miss Lynn Chambers for practical help, at IPeslern Newspa fter Union, 210 South Desp/aines Street, Chicago, III. Don’t forget to enclose a stamped, self-addressed envelope for your reply. Released by Western Newspaper Union. f.-—— —-- -- ' BLACK SOMBRERO Ty CLIFFORD KNIGHT .JS5r« CHAPTER 1 We were agreed, that warm Oc tober evening as we sat gazing down from the hills upon the twin kling lights of Los Angeles, that the story of Elsa Chatfleld should be written. Elsa, we thought, typified something eternal in the spirit of American youth—something so fas cinating to us older individuals that it should be set down as a part of the permanent record of the Ameri can scene. There was a difference of opin ion, however, as to where the story should begin. Dwight Nichols was for omitting all mention of Aunt Kitty and starting in boldly with the baby. "Babies are always good to open with. New life, you know. Every thing before them. The world and the devil. Of course, I’m not a writer, Barry, as you are; I’m only a sportsman.’’ Huntoon Rogers has since denied that he foresaw even the smallest part of the story which began that night in the hills overlooking the vast metropolitan area of Los An geles and had its end far down the West Coast of Mexico. And, of course, Dwight Nichols and I were merely talking in the air when we agreed that the story of Elsa Chat fleld should be written, for the story then was only about to begin. "You know, Barry,” Dwight said, looking off over the vast meadow of twinkling lights below us, “I thought once that I understood women. But that was when I was younger. I could have done justice to Elsa then.” Margaret Nichols at this moment came out and joined us, sitting on the top step with her cigarette which she smoked lazily. It was one of those rare nights in Cali fornia when one could sit out of doors comfortably, and her bare arms and throat seemed to smolder whltely in the half light which shone from the living room win dows. There was a quality of ex quisiteness about Margaret that ex plained Dwight; he had a passion for the exquisite, and Margaret loved him devotedly. Margaret now desired our company. "I don't like the piano and the singing. Not now, anyhow,” she said. "Nobody can sing these hor rible modern songs, if they really can be called songs. Did I inter rupt you, darlings? Forgive me and go right on talking.” "We were just talking, dear. Speculating about woman,” said Dwight, lighting a fresh cigarette. "We mentioned Elsa Chatfleld and then came to rest upon Aunt Kitty.” “Lovely old cat/’ said Margaret “Did you know her. Hunt?” “No, Margaret,” replied Rogers. "A plump, sleek tabby who sat a lifetime on silk cushions over in Pasadena, then at the end sank her claws in Elsa and died. She ought to have had a love affair— and a baby!” Dwight blew a cloud of ghostly smoke into the shadows and said that Elsa’s aunt had been in love once. Margaret was incredulous. "You didn’t know Sam Chatfleld —Elsa’s father—did you, Hunt?” asked Margaret, turning to Rogers. Huntoon Rogers said that he had not. "I was right in thinking that you came into our circle after Sam fled. He was a small, round, red dish man who quite remarkably had no egotism. Dwight, I think, is a little taller than Sam. Any way, he bounced like a rubber ball when he walked, and he was some thing in a bank in Pasadena. “Sam Chatfleld sat behind a huge mahogany desk all day and said no. That’s an awfully hard sort of job, don’t you think?" she said se riously. “For just imagine men coming with ambition and hopes, or in desperate straits about their finances and needing money, and having to say no to them. Any de cent person would feel it dread fully. And, of course, Sam did. be cause he was a decent sort, you know. He simply clutched decency to himself with all the passion of a fierce new love. Of course, to make up for it, Sam had to say yes when he was away from the bank, and so he never said no to anything that concerned Elsa or himself. Aunt Kitty was beyond his yes and no, because she was wealthy. “Then one day he fled, and they discovered that he’d said yes and not no to himself too often. Aunt Kitty quieted the loss at the bank with her own money, because there was family pride, you know. But you can imagine what that meant to Elsa. Her mother was dead. Either Elsa didn’t like Mexico, or Sam thought it best for her to be up here—she did visit him, though, I occasionally. Anyway. Elsa had to ! move in with Aunt Kitty and go on j listening to Aunt Kitty talking, talk | ing. talking. Poor Elsa! She was twelve then, and managed in a year or two to escape to school in the East. And after that—well, there was the baby. She was seventeen by that time." “But who is there who could pos sibly want to make away with Aunt Kitty—if that is what really hap pened?” I asked, moved somewhat by what Huntoon Rogers had said before Margaret came out. Nobody could think of a reply at once, then Dwight's chair stirred and he cleared his throat reluctant ly "Well,” he began, "that, of course, is why there are detectives —like Hunt Rogers—” “Not detective, Dwight.” Rogers interrupted quickly. “I’ll admit that I’ve been drawn into more than my share of affairs of that kind. I pre fer to be known, however, for what I am—namely, an humble profes sor of English literature.” "Sorry, Hunt. I didn’t mean any thing.” "No apologies, Dwight; it’s not important. What were you going to say, though?” Again I thought I detected a re luctance in Dwight Nichols’ manner. "Oh—I’ve thought at times, since Kitty Chatfleld's death, what embar rassment an unimaginative sleuth could cause me. You see, I have a motive—” “A motive, darling?” Margaret’s voice held a startled note. "Yes. You see, that Cabazon property — Kitty Chatfleld and I owned it in joint tenancy, with right of survivorship. It doesn’t matter now how the arrangement came about. But, when Kitty Chatfleld “Lovely old cat," said Margaret. died, it meant about two hundred thousand dollars to me. Isn't that a motive?" "It’s a reasonable one, to be sure," said Rogers. "Oh, I had a motive then, too," exclaimed Margaret. “Of course, dear," said Dwight “What’s mine is yours." "That’s not what I meant, dar ling." "What’s your motive, Margaret?” inquired Rogers. “Jealousy.” "Jealousy!" echoed Dwight “You don’t mean—?" "I mean just that." Margaret’s voice was firm. "I was so jealous of Kitty Chatfleld I could have killed her!" A disturbance from the driveway interrupted our conversation. We went around to see what it meant but before we reached the front of the house a flivver bleated weakly as if impatient at our slow coming. And there was Elsa climbing out of a most amazing contraption, it looked as if it had been stolen from a junk yard. A jagged rent was in the top, a piece of which waved grotesquely in the light stir of air. The engine had died with a hollow cough as we rounded the corner of the house, and the villain had climbed from under the wheel and was twisting the crank and grunt ing profanely as if to torture it into another try at life. "Pay the gentleman for me," said Elsa to Dwight. "It’s two dollars and I haven’t it.” When the man had gone roaring indecently off down the hill, she explained: “He was such an intense man; I rode with him instead of in the shiny car the other taxi man had. I like intense people. It was bumpy, but there was moonlight, and I didn’t mind.” She shook me warmly by the hand, murmured Huntoon Rog ers’ name when Margaret intro duced him; and then, with her arms linked in mine and Dwight’s most confidingly, we went toward the house. "But where's your car. Elsa?” asked Dwight. "I sent it this morning to Jimmy the Cheese.” She stopped short with a burst of laughter conceived in a sudden little ecstasy of humor. “Fancy! I never thought of calling him that before! And I’ve known him for years too. To Mr. James Chesebro, Dwight, trustee,” she said pompously. Freeing her arms she drew in the air before her own beau tiful figure a great stomach and strutted in the grass. “He and I are through with each other now. We don’t have to hate j each other any longer. We’re both : glad, of course. Aunt Kitty cuts me loose today. I’m on my own.” There J was an exuberance, an elation in her voice. The fact was thrilling to her. Dwight already had explained the arrangement. There had been no money she could count on from her father after he went to Mexico; Aunt Kitty had assumed her ex penses. But at her death Elsa had been disinherited. “She gave her the income from the estate for a year from the date of her death,” Dwight had said, “knowing that Elsa ought to save something out of it, but darn well confident she wouldn’t.” Sounds of laughter came from the house as we mounted the steps and burst in upon the others. I lost, of course, the soft touch of Elsa’s hand upon my arm and the comfort of her nearness to me, for she flew to embrace one of the girls among the crowd of young people making merry in the living room. But not, however, before she had tossed to me over her shoulder the urgent command, “Barry, don’t go away tonight without me.” I have no doubt that Jimmy the Cheese, as Elsa called him that night, was relieved that the depart ed Aunt Kitty finally had cut loose her niece. An old ladies’ home, even though it were filled top and bottom with tea-and-toast old ladies, was a much easier task for a digni fied administrator, almost middle aged, than just Elsa. She had sent him her expensive motor car that morning, and a letter explaining: ‘‘You’re aware that Aunt Kitty didn’t expect me to have a cent left today. So I’m not disappointing her. I can’t think of keeping anything my dear aunt’s money has paid for.” "And I haven’t,” said Elsa from her chair beside the piano, that eve ning she joined us at Dwight and Margaret’s. "Not a penny—or any thing her money has given me—” She stopped in vague alarm. She had not spoken the truth. The proc ess of her thought was visible in her face. "Except the clothes on my back.” Dismay was in her eyes. "And—” She stood up and tugged first at her cuffs, then at the shoul der of her dress. ‘Til not keep these any longer.” "Do them all up in a nice package, Dwight, and send them tomorrow te Mr. Chesebro, with love from Elsa. Be sure to put in the love.” She smiled down upon Dwight as he gathered the small bundle, one tawny, beautifully tanned arm point ing to where the ring had rolled. "And, Margaret, dear, please get me one of your old suits for a work ing girl.” Margaret arrived instantly with a heavy apricot negligee and the work ing girl suit was searched out within the seclusion of Margaret’s bed room. Huntoon Rogers is a large man, probably six feet tall and with a frame in proportion. He has mild blue eyes, such as I have never seen elsewhere; his ears are prominent, as is his nose, the latter not to his disadvantage. The blond hair is be ginning to thin on top. He looked up at me after a few moments and spoke so quietly that nobody else in the room could hear him. "She hated her Aunt Kitty, didn’t she? Bitterly." “There’s no doubt of it.” He went on playing. He displayed a remarkable skill. If I had not stood watching the dexterity of his left hand, I’d have thought he was playing a two-handed composition. "What did Aunt Kitty die of?” he asked, glancing up again. "An overdose of morphine.” His flying fingers executed a long run. "Was she an addict?” "Yes." “Self administered?” he inquired, finishing the piece with a restful chord. "The police said yes; the district attorney’s office, as you are aware, has doubts.” “It’s a stone rolled away from the tomb," said Elsa, full of classical allusions, her quiet voice devoid, however, of the theatrical. "It’s Tantalus fed at last and Sisyphus at the top of the hill. The dead hand has let go its terrible grip." She drew her head back and breathed immensely of the moonlit night. “Barry, oh, you can’t imag ine, even with that trick author’s imagination of yours, what it means to be free! Free of Aunt Kitty and the centuries of ’No’ and ‘Cannot’! It’s freedom, Barry, when I thought freedom had forsaken me.” (TO BE CONTTNtTF.m ON THE RUTH WYETfr'SPEARS' ■^O MATTER if you move from hither to yon or change from a spacious house to a single room there are certain treasures that will mean home to you. A few books, a piece of china and some perfectly useless but cheering bits i SCREW SHELVES AND /BOX TOGETHER WITH / METAL ANGLES MARK Ji SCALLOPED^! i* FRONT ON ^ r PLYWOOD WITH [PATTERN-THEN CUT OUT WITH A JI6 SAW ORA COMPASS SAW of bric-a-brac—by all means take them with you and make a dramatic setting for them. A shadow box cupboard will do the trick. The one shown here is light and substantial; will lend glamour even to dime store odds and ends, and may be placed on top of a table, a chest of drawers or a desk. No special skill and almost no tools are needed to make it. If you do not have a saw to cut the scalloped frame, mark it on plywood and take it to the nearest woodworking shop to have it cut. You may have the straight boards Not This Fellow Mother (anxiously)—What made you stay so late? Have a flat tire? Daughter (dreamily)—No, moth er, I’d hardly call him that. *Tm going to change my tailor. He reads too much,” complained Pete. “Every time he writes me he begins—‘On going through my books— The Craze Soldier (finding wasp in soup)— What’s this? Cook—Vitamin bee. That Settles That Son—What’s an infant prodigy? Pop—It’s a boy of about your age, who doesn’t need to ask ques tions. On the Chart Eye Doctor—Can you read the fourth line on the chart? Patient—Sure. Why that’s where my father urns bom. 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Population of India Has Increased by 50,000,000 The population of India, accord ing to census figures just issued, is 388,997,955, an increase nt 50, 878,801 over the 1931 figure. ThB increase is greater both in num bers and percentage than in any decade during the previous 50 years. Hindus are in the majority with 254,930,506. Moslems number 92, 058,096, and Christians 6,316,549. Literacy shows a striking increase, 12.2 per cent being literate, com pared with 6.9 per cent in 1931. If you were to say the firs* bugle call of the day in the Army is “Reveille"—you’d be wrong. It’s “First Call." But you probably know what cigarette gets first call with Army men—it’s Camel. And Camel is the favorite with men in all branches of the service—Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, too. (Based on actual sales records from serv ice men’s stores.) And though there are Post Oflice 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. SNAPPY FACTS ABOUT RUBBER There are about 400 kind* off tree* and vine* In the world that contain rubber latex, bat Hevea brasilientis, native off Brazil, is recognized as the best for commercial purposes. Don't keep your car idle too long with the tires carrying the load. Drive it a short distance period ically. This flexes the tires and wiH prevent deterioration. The Army is conserving rub ber. It is estimated that by 1944 crude rubber require ments per vehicle will be cat 63 per cent as compared to the amount of rubber needed by the vehicle at the outbreak of the war. BEGoodrich Ui Keep Kellogg's Com # • * flakes handy I They're super good, * nutritious and easy to serve! SAVE TIME—WORK—FUEL—OTHER FOODS! IWloeg’s Com Flikw »re r»- - stored to WHOLE SHIN HD TtITIVE VALDES ol ThienHs (Vittmio BiX Nlscta ssD hWA CORN FLAKES ___ 7Ac O^uytuU — — Mdbr — •IN n Iflttll Mint 111(1 M«IM
