Give Us . . . Our Daily Bread
(See Recipes Below)
Good Breads
”1 want to know how to make
good bread,” is a desire expressed
often by readers
^ who write in and
tell me their prob
lems. Some feel
nM making bread is
P a matter of good
C luck, while others
f are certain that
w.— -’ ■ r ■> — ii mey yusi naa a
good recipe, they could make good
bread.
Bread, good bread, is one of the
easiest of all baked goods to make.
The yeast bread takes longer for the
process to be completed, but there
is nothing hard about any of the
Steps. Bear in mind these essen
tials when baking bread with yeast:
1. Liquids used may be water,
milk, diluted evaporated milk, pota
to water or a mixture of any of
these. When using milk, scald and
cool to lukewarm.
2. Yeast may be compressed,
granular or dry.
3. Sugar is used to help yeast
make leavening gas. Salt controls
fermentation, gives flavor.
4. Add all flour necessary at the
time of mixing, to keep dough from
■ticking, and to avoid dark streaks
in bread.
5. Dough Is kneaded until smooth
■nd satiny. Curve the Angers over
dough and push into it with the
palms of the hands. The first knead
ing is longest—8 to 10 minutes re
quired, never less than 3. After the
dough ia punched down the second
time, only 2 minutes' kneading is
necessary.
6. After the dough is kneaded, it
ia placed in a greased bowl.
Turn the dough over in bowl to
grease it entirely and prevent a
hard crust from forming. Cover
dough with a cloth or waxed paper
while rising. Temperature at which
dough rises should be 82 degrees.
T. When punching dough down,
punch hands into the center of the
dough.
8. When dough has been punched
down the second time and risen un
til double in bulk,
and the dough re
tains dents when |
pressed lightly. It
is ready for mold
in* Knead down
and divide in por
uons ror loaves. '*=■ —
Cover and let rest 10 to 15 minutes.
TO mold dough, flatten into a ball,
fold lengthwise, and stretch three
times the length of the pan. Over
lap ends at center and fold length
wise; flatten again, fold in thirds;
seal edge; roll lightly and place in
greased pan, fold down.
White Bread.
(Makes 4 1-pound loaves)
% cop sugar
2 tablespoons shortening
4 teaspoons salt
4 cupa liquid, scalded
1 cake yeast
14 cup lukewarm water
12 te 14 cups flour
Combine sugar, shortening, salt
and liquid in a large mixing bowL
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Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menus
Grapefruit Juice
Veal Cutlets in Sour Cream
Lima Beans Baked Potato
Lettuce Salad
•Refrigerator Rolls
Grapes in Gelatine Beverage
•Recipe Given
Cool to lukewarm, then add yeast,
softened in lukewarm water. Add
4 cups of flour and beat thoroughly.
Add remaining flour and mix gradu
ally to a dough that won't stick to
hands or bowl. Knead lightly on a
floured board 8 to 10 minutes. Place
in a greased bowl, cover closely,
and let rise until double in bulk (2 to
2^ hours). Punch down and knead
2 minutes. Let rise again until dou
ble in bulk. Knead down. Divide
into 4 portions for loaves. Cover and
let rest 10 to 15 minutes. Mold in
loaves. Place in greased pans. Cov
er closely and let set in a warm
place until doubled in bulk and a
light touch leaves a dent. Bake in a
moderately hot (400 to 425-degrees)
oven 40 to 45 minutes.
Bread is done when it shrinks
from the pan and sounds hollow
when tapped with finger. Remove
loaves from pans immediately and
cool on rack. For a crisp crust,
neither grease nor cover loaves when
cooling. For a soft crust, brush top
of loaves with fat or salad oil after
removing from oven.
'Refrigerator Rolls.
(Makes 3 dozen medium-sized rolls)
1 cup milk, scalded
1 cup hot mashed potato
Vt cup shortening
% cup sugar
2 teaspoons salt
1 cake yeast
W cup lukewarm water
2 beaten eggs
5 to 6 cups flour
Combine milk, potato, shortening,
sugar and salt in large mixing bowl.
Add yeast softened in water and
eggs. Add 1V4 cups flour and beat
well. Cover and let stand in a
warm place for 1 hour, or until full
of bubbles. Stir In 3 Vi to 4V4 cups
of flour to make a fairly stiff dough.
Knead until smooth on a lightly
(loured surface. Return to greased
mixing bowl. Grease top of dough.
Cover and chill in refrigerator.
About 1V4 hours before serving time,
shape desired number of rolls. Place
in greased pans; let rise 1 hour.
Bake in a hot oven (425 degrees)
15 to 20 minutes. Punch down un
used dough and return to refrigera
tor.
You don't have
time to make
yeast rolls or
bread? Then you
will enjoy a love
ly quick bread
with a cherry- -y~ ' J.A. r
bran combination that is tops:
AU-Bran Cherry Bread.
(Makes 1 loaf)
1 tablespoon butter
V4 cup light brown sugar
Vi cup chopped maraschino cherries
V4 cup chopped nutmeats
2 Vi cups flour
4 Vi teaspoons baking powder
Vi cup sugar
Vi teaspoon salt
1 egg
1V4 cups milk
2 tablespoons melted shortening
I cup all-bran
Vi cup chopped maraschino cherries
Vi cup chopped nutmeats
Melt butter in loaf pan and sprin
kle sugar, cherries and nutmeats
evenly over bottom of pan.
Sift flour with baking powder, sug
ar and salt. Beat egg, add milk and
shortening and stir into flour mix
ture. Add bran, cherries and nut
meats. Pour over cherry mixture
and bake in a moderate oven.
Loaf may be baked omitting cher
ry-nut mixture on bottom of pan.
Are you having a lime stretching
meats? Write to Miss Lynn Chambers
for practical help, at Western Newspa
per Union, 210 South Desplaines Street,
Chicago, III. Don’t forget to enclose a
stamped, self-addressed envelope for
your reply.
ReluMd by Western Newspaper Union.
BLACK
SOMBRERO!
CLIFFORD KNIGHT .ZZY« i
Margaret Nichols owned some property
in Joint tenancy with Kitty Chatfleld.
When Kitty died it meant *200,000 to her. ,
She explains the situation to her friend,
Barry. While they are talking, Elsa Chat
Oeld, a niece of Aunt Kitty, drives up.
Elsa had been disinherited at Aunt Kit
ty’s death. Huntoon Rogers, a detective,
asks whit Aunt Kitty died of. He is told
an overdose of morphine, but that the
district attorney’s office had their doubts
as to whether the morphine was seif
administered. Elsa, who admitted that
she hated her Aunt Kitty, was “glad to
be free of her and the centuries of no
and cannot.” Reed Barton, one of the
last to see Aunt Kitty alive, was said
to have had a motive.
CHAPTER 11
The tires rippled on the pavement
as we dropped down off the hills be
hind Hollywood and came presently
to Laurel Canyon. Other cars flashed
past. Laughter, song, earnest voices
In wisps and snatches fell upon ouf
ears and were swept away, but in
none was there the note of deadly
earnestness that vibrated in Elsa’s
voice.
We had started off from Dwight's
amid laughter, Elsa in her working
girl suit, which proved to be one of
Margaret’s street dresses. She car
ried an overnight bag the lightness
of which she explained by saying:
"Just pajamas, Barry. I have to
have something." We had moved off
down the curving driveway and en
tered the road which descended Hol
lywood’s backdrop of hills.
She was very sure, this young
woman with the almost golden hair,
and eyes I believed to be gray, and
which Dwight called blue.
"Put me down anywhere on Holly
wood Boulevard,” said Elsa. We
had emerged from the winding can
yon road and were speeding into
Hollywood. "I start from there."
"It’s eleven o’clock,” I reminded
her.
“It doesn’t matter. Time never
meant anything to me.”
And so I dropped her on the boule
vard. She flashed me a smile, pat
ted my cheek with a soft, caressing
hand, and skipped out to the side
walk in that working girl suit and
carrying the overnight bag with just
pajamas, because she had to have
something. The crowded sidewalks
swallowed her up. I got into a traf
fic snarl. After a while it was bro
ken up and I moved on.
Near Vine Street the crowd opened
for a brief moment on the sidewalk,
and there went Elsa, the working
girl suit and the overnight bag.
Then crowd, night, and the moving
traffic contrived to shut her wholly
from sight, and I drove onward re
flecting upon things like bravery and
courage and marveling at what we
call youth. Wondering, too, about
Aunt Kitty’s overdose of morphine.
For the district attorney, who was
an old friend of mine, had asked me
if I wanted to try my hand at the
problem.
One usually dashes into a railway
terminal. In the taxicab as one
approaches, the demoralizing dis
covery is made that it lacks but
three minutes until the 4:36 is due
to leave, or the train for the White
Mountains, or Seattle, or wherever
it is you are going. By not waiting
for your change, commandeering a
red cap and prodding him along, you
gain the gate just In time to be num
bered among the passengers. It is
all right, of course, if you have the
sporting instinct. Only fixed ideas
occupy the mental processes once
you enter the terminal. You grasp
thoughts like luggage, tickets, gate,
kiss somebody good-bye; and your
legs do the rest
I had just seen my sister and her
two boys off for New York. I had
driven them down in my own car,
so there had been four minutes in
stead of three, and the boys had en
tered into the spirit of the thing.
Therefore, we made the gate with a
full minute to spare, which accounts
for the word Anne was able to put
in about Reed Barton.
‘‘Where?” I asked, turning to stare
back through the crowd which had
closed in behind us.
“Over by the information booth.
Here, kiss me good-bye, quick!
Don’t forget to write.” The gate
slammed and they all went running
down the platform, boys, Anne, red
caps, boiling and bobbing in a last
melee.
The fact that Reed Barton was
standing still had caught Anne’s at
tention. He would be doing Jbst
that in the station when others were
rushing about like ants in a disturbed
anthill.
“I try to live with the fundamen
tals,” he had said one night at
Dwight’s. "Simple things are more
satisfactory. The world is befuddled
with needless things, with complexi
ties. They are so many that there
is no longer room in life to live. I
must have time for the contempla
tion of beauty.”
"Finding beauty?” I asked, slap
ping him on the shoulder. He turned
his gaze upon me, reaching slowly
for my hand and said:
"I've just seen one of our slaves
off for Mazatlan—Chesebro’s slave.
A mining engineer.”
Somehow his words brought back
that dreamy, sun baked town far
down the western coast of Mexico,
and a vague wind of prescience
stirred uneasily within me as at the
prospect of some horrible thing. It
was one of those strange, unaccount
able experiences; it caused an In
ward shudder which Reed Barton
detected, for he looked at me in
quiringly. But, instead, he asked,
“Can you give me a lift out to Holly
wood?”
“Yes, glad to have your compa
ny." We walked out to the car and
climbed in. "Living in Hollywood
now, Reed?" I asked as we rolled on
out Sunset Boulewird.
“Yes, since father—died, in Pasa
dena.”
I didn t say anything more just
then, remembering the shock of his
father's suicide. Beaten and penni
less after a lifetime of comfort, the
soft-spoken, courteous old gentleman
had leaped Into the Arroyo Seco
from the Colorado Street bridge.
“Oh,” he said after a moment,
“you asked me at the station if 1
were finding beauty. I’ve found
her.” He motioned with his fingers
as if he would wipe out the miles of
pavement, the street lights, the De
cember night itself, and bade me
contemplate an address in Holly
wood. “It’s onljf a step or two off
the boulevard. The place smells a
little. They all do, with the cabbage
“Put me down anywhere on Holly
wood Boulevard."
of yesteryear. And of course there’s
chintz—”
“There, too, is the haunt of beau
ty?”
"Chesebro sent me with some pa
pers for her to sign. Had to do with
her aunt’s estate. But it was diffi
cult to track her. She’d dropped out
of sight, and I'd been hunting her
for several weeks.” I made mental
note of the address as Reed Barton
went on talking. “Ink on her fingers.
Some on her nose too. Hair—you
know how it would be—I mean,
beauty won’t yield even to disorder.
That’s Nature’s way. But the color
—I’m still trying to decide what it
is. Drawing like mad. There were
sketches all over the place. Clever
things commercially. They’ll get by
easily. Probably make her a living.
She signed up the things I brought
without looking at them. ’Get out!’
she said. 'Tell Jimmy the Cheese
(meaning my boss), to let me
alone.’ ”
I pulled into a parking lot at a
restaurant on Vine Street. I was
hungry. The excitement of getting a
woman off on a long journey is fa
tiguing. Reed Barton said he wasn't
really hungry, but he went in with
me.
“Hello,” called a voice from a
booth. Huntoon Rogers was sitting
alone over the dessert of a late din
ner.
“Not brooding, are you. Hunt?” I
inquired lightly, for there was a
glumness about him. I Introduced
Reed Barton.
"No-o,” he said hesitantly. “Sit
down and let me enjoy your com
pany.”
"What’s the trouble?”
"Theme papers,” he said with a
wry smile. "They get me down
sometimes and I’m driven to ex
tremes. Therefore, I spent the after
noon looking over the flies in the
Katherine Chatfleld case.”
Reed Barton shot a quick glance
at Rogers but said nothing.
“Find anything to interest you?”
“Yes. And no. It’s one of those
cases you keep coming back to, won
dering what the answer is.”
Reed Barton ate mechanically,
like a man in a mild trance.
"Reed was telling me about Elsa
Chatfleld as we drove out from
town,” I said to Rogers.
“You know her. Professor Rog
ers?” Reed inquired quickly.
"I've met her."
"Interesting, isn’t she?” He
sketched briefly what he had told me
on the way out. "You know," he
concluded, "even when they clutch
economic independence to their
blessed little bosoms they haven’t
got all there is in life. Not even
half. They’ve only got the begin
| ning.”
At the time it didn t occur to me
that Reed Earton had never heard of
the baby. I supposed, of course, he
had, for he knew Elsa’s friends.
But it was revealed subsequently
that, during the height of the gos
sip, he was in Mexico.
The conversation came back to
Aunt Kitty Chatfleld. Rogers asked
if there had been any physical re
semblance between Elsa and he»
aunt.
"None whatever,” answered Reed
Barton. "That is, as I remember
Katherine Chatfleld. I never saw
the two side by side, however. As
a matter of fact, I had never met
Elsa until today. She must have
been at home that night her aunt
died, for I remember that the maid
asked me which Miss Chatfleld I
wished to see.”
"You were there that night?” in
quired Rogers, his mild blue eyes
coming to rest upon Reed Barton’s
face.
"Yes. You see, I’m one of Chese
bro’s slaves. At times only his er
rand boy, although I'm supposed to
be something of a mining engineer.
But I am required to run a great
many personal errands for Chese
bro. I think I took Miss Chatfleld
a book—something that had inter
ested Chesebro, and which he want
ed her to read too.”
"I see," said Rogers. “And she
died that night?”
"Yes. She killed herself some time
that night.”
Rogers was silent for a moment,
then he looked at me. "There’s one
chap from the police department in
Pasadena whose report interested
me, Madison. He says that he
smelled chloroform faintly when he
went into the room to investigate.
That was several hours afterward.
No one else smelled it, however.
It might have been an overactive
odor of it noted in the autopsy re
port. But chloroform is peculiar in
that respect; the odor is not neces
sarily present even at autopsy in a
death from chloroform."
"Yes, of course,” I said.
"You’re not by any chance think
ing that Katherine Chatfleld was
murdered, Professor Rogers?” in
quired Reed Barton.
Rogers smiled faintly. "I have
no opinion, Mr. Barton. The case
has been closed for over a year
now. Who am I to stir it up at
this time? The police were satisfied
that it was suicide; there were no
fingerprints, except her own, on the
hypodermic syringe she used, or on
the bottle in which she kept her sup
ply.”
"I guess I was one of the last to 1
see her alive,” said Reed Barton
after a short silence, looking beyond
Rogers to a group making merry in
an opposite booth. ’Tve since been
glad it wasn’t murder. The police
might have made it uncomfortable
for me; they could have saddled a
motive on me that I couldn’t have
denied. Because Katherine Chat
fleld killed my father just as much
as if she had pulled a trigger.
Things were looking up, you know.
Father had struggled all through
the worst of the depression to keep
things together; he’d managed
somehow to make the interest pay
ments to her. She held a mort
gage, you know, on all he had. Even
as little as a two months’ extension
would have seen him out of the
woods. But—you know, there’s no
Shy lock like a woman Shy lock—her
pound of flesh must come from the
heart. And—so,” he shrugged his
shoulders, “father jumped." He
went on after a moment: "The po
lice could have said I hated her.
But I don’t think I did.”
Dwight Nichols tapped the ash
from his cigarette and looked away
through the gathering dusk across
the vast Pacific into which the sun’s
dark red ball had sunk. The air
was humid; small waves lapped
wetly on the damp sand> Indeed so
all-pervading was the feeling of wet
ness that I fancied I could push off
from the veranda rail of the beach
club, where Dwight, Huntoon Rogers
and I sat, and swim out across the
lawn. Two screaming children had
been engaged in a feud on the beach
and the mother with difficulty was
now bringing them toward the club
house. Dwight seemed more inter
ested in them at the moment than
in my remark about Kitty Chatfleld,
for he drew twice on his cigarette
before he replied:
* Oh, I should say tnat Katherine
Chatfleld might have been forty-one
or two when she died. She was not
old.”
“According to the flies,” Huntoon
Rogers said, coming to life after
long contemplation of the sea, “she
was forty years and ten months
old.”
“But Elsa—” I began.
“I am coming to her. We are al
ways getting back to Elsa. There
was new blood with Elsa’s mother.
It was an alien strain to the Chat
flelds—new and fresh and vigorous,
like a clear mountain stream flow
ing into a sluggish river Sam Chat
fleld married his stenographer. That
sort of thing is heroic. It does vio
lence to family traditions; it puts a
terrific strain on family pride, but
biologically it is a good thing, pro
vided it doesn’t become a habit.
Sam didn’t reason things out quite
like that. He loved the girl, which
is much simpler, and so he mar
ried her. He was young.
(TO BE CONTINUED) i
By VIRGINIA VALE
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
INGRID BERGMAN’S su
perb performance in “For
Whom the Bell Tolls” is one
of those things that people re
member for years. It’s the
more notable because in that
opus she was up against real
ly tough competition. Katina
Paxinou, the talented Greek actress
who plays “Pilar,” can dominate
any scene without half trying, and
the list of male actors reads like an
all-star cast. Incidentally, after 100
performances the picture was still
selling out at all performances in
INGRID BERGMAN
New York; that meant that for eight
solid weeks the public had been
trooping to the theater to see just
that picture—no news reel, no com
edy, no other attraction.
-X
Mentioning Ingrid Bergman re
minds me that in "Gaslight,” which
she is making with Charles Boyer—
who plays a most villainous villain
—you’ll see Tarquin Olivier, son of
Laurence Olivier and Jill Esmond,
the clever and attractive actress
who was his wife before he married
Vivian Leigh. Young Tarquin is only
five, so he's starting his career fair
ly early.
-*
It’s a nice break that Gall Rnssell,
new in films, gets. She’s making
“Our Hearts Were Young and Gay,”
playing one of the principal roles,
and Paramount has given her a new
term contract and the starring part
in “Her Heart in Her Throat,”
scheduled first for Loretta Young.
Looks as if Loretta liked her role in
“And Now Tomorrow” better. “Her
Heart in Her Throat” is a mystery.
-*
A curious soft slapping sound
heard occasionally during rehearsals
of Morton Downey’s afternoon radio
program, usually just after he had
finished a song, has finally been
eliminated. Radio engineers, check
ing on the origin of the sound, dis
covered that it was caused by
Downey’s thumbing his bright red
suspenders. He began doing it after
he was warned not to jingle coins
while he was singing. Now he wears
a belt in the studio, and empties his
pockets before he steps up to a
microphone.
-W.
It’s no wonder that producers get
jittery. Michael O’Shea was riding
a motor scooter, crashed into a stage
wall—and landed in a hospital, with
severe bruises, to put it mildly. That
held up shooting on United Artists’
“Jack London,” as he was to ap
pear in every remaining scene.
-*
Joseph Cottcn, narrator and act
ing star of “America—Celling Un
limited,” and greatly in demand In
Hollywood, Is billed as the Great
Joseph, “The Wizard of the South,”
In Orson Welles’ Mercury Wonder
show; It’s done nightly under can
vas, In Hollywood, for the edifica
tion of service men; they’re enter
tained — and highly — by feats of
magic, and all for nothing!
-*
It was a thrill for Dinah Shore re
cently when her new picture, “Thank
Your Lucky Stars,” was sneak
previewed at WSM’s Air Castle stu
dio in Nashville, Tenn., where Dinah
started her singing career. All her
old friends came. Her new com
mercial starring series starts on
CBS September 30, and will be heard
Thursday evenings at 9:30, Eastern
War Time.
-*
Back in the 1920s Gertrude Law
rence made a guest appearance on
a radio variety show for which the
sponsors paid her 20 pounds a min
ute—about $100 American money. It
established a financial record. When
she returns to the air with her new
show, September 30, on the Blue
Network, she’ll get so much more
that--though the figure’s still a
secret—it will establish another rec
ord.
ODDS AND ENDS—When Don
Amcche, host of the “What’s New?"
show heard Saturdays over the Blue
network, calls his wife “Honey" it’s
not only a term of endearment, hut an
abbreviation of her name, Honore . . .
After all that talk about retiring, Fred
Allen returns to the air next month,
but this year the show will emanate
from Hollywood and he'll take a flyer
in pictures . . . Trudy Erwin had some
earrings made from two antique gold
thimbles, wore ’em to rehearsal of the
Bing Crosby show, and lost one—and
found Crosby svearing it... War or no
war, Ted Husing will be announcing
football games over CBS this falL
Uncle Phll\
I I
IT IS WELL to have had a great
deal of experience, yet it seema
to do something to our youthful
enthusiasm.
Idle gossip Is never idle for long.
Some people are so fond of trouble
that they enjoy most eating the things
that disagree with them.
The worst mistake that you can
make is the .one from which you
learn nothing.
Unbending oaks do not, like
mushrooms, spring up over night,
but grow through the years.
It is wisdom to always remen*
her that you’re really a bit of a
fooL i
In the Navy a floor is a “dec*,”
doors are “bulkheads,” down
stairs is “below,” and a cigarette
is a “Camel.” At least. Camel ia
the favorite cigarette among Navy
men, as it is among men in the
Army, Marines, and Coast Guard.
(Based on actual sales records
from service men’s stores.) And *
a carton of Camels is a favorite "
gift. Though there are now Post
Office restrictions on packages te
overseas Army men, you can still
send Camels to soldiers in the
U. S., and to men in the Navy,
Marines, and Coast Guard wher
ever they are.—Adv.
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