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Plan Day's Meals
Using Basic Seven
As Your Guide
Utilise a little bit of meat with
vegetables and tuck under a flavor
fnl, flaky piecrust and serve the
family a meat pie. All vegetables
and meat are served in one cas
serole and save serving dishes.
Is there a blueprint or plan for
making menus? That’s a question
homemakers ire
, quently put to the
' food experts. Yes,
there is. Suppose
you are given a
list of foods to be
included in your
' daily diets, a sori
of general plan that you can adapt
to every day's needs. Can you make
out your menus? Here is the blue
print:
Group I. Green and yellow vege
tables. At least one of each kind
should be included daily to meet
vitamin and mineral requirements
of the diet.
Group II. At least one serving of
oranges, grapefruit or tomatoes to
get enough Vitamin C in the diet.
A good time to get this requirement
in is during breakfast—with the
fruit.
Group III. Potatoes or other fruit
and vegetables to add more min
erals and vitamins to the diet.
Group IV. Milk or milk products.
This may be in the form of milk
<1 pint per day for adults, 1 quart
for children), fresh or evaporated,
and cheese.
Group V. Meat, poultry, fish, eggs
or dried beans, peas, nuts or pea
nut butter. This group is needed to
build and repair body tissue.
Group VI. Bread, flour and ce
reals are required to meet energy
needs and the vi
tamin B needs of
the body, ©c sure
that any of these
that you use are
whole - grain, en
rlched or re
stored. You would
have to eat four .
times as much ordinary bread, for
example, to get as much nutritional
value as one loaf of enriched bread
contains.
Group VII. Butter or fortified mar
garine. Use some of either every
day to give energy and vitamin A.
That's the plan. Use food out of
every group, every day.
The best way to divide the groups
into three balanced meals will run
something like this:
For breakfast: Citrus fruit, cereal,
eggs, milk or beverage, toast.
For lunch or dinner: Meat (poul
try or fish, etc.), vegetable in ei
ther group I or III, milk or milk
products.
For dinner or supper: Meat, poul
try or fish, vegetable or fruit from
groups I, II, or III. Milk or milk
product, and also bread and butter
from groups VI and VII.
An easy way to plan the menus is
to write down the foods and the cor
responding number of the group of
food from which it comes. If you do
not use one or two of the groups
during one meal, pick them up at
the next. No chance for slips, here!
Keep ane eye on the plan and the
other on the ration books while do
Lynn Says:
What they do: The basic seven
food requirements are so made
up as to take care of the body’s
demand for certain types of food.
For example, proteins, miner
als and water are all essential
to building torn parts of the body
and keeping them in repair. They
are needed for tissues, bones,
muscles, blood and^pther fluids.
Energy for breathing, heart ac
tion, circulation of the blood, and
other bodily functions is supplied
by fuel foods—foods rich in fats
and sugar.
To keep up the body’s resist
ance to disease, to keep it in good
running order, is the function of
regulation and protective foods—
these are the vitamins, minerals,
water and roughage.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Mena
•Sausage and Succotash Pie
Pear and Grape Salad
Honey-Orange Bread
Lemon Cups Beverage
•Recipe Given
ing this and you can meet the re
quirements of both.
Now, here is some concrete help
to stretch those red points:
'Sausage and Succotash Pie.
(Serves 4 to 6)
1 pound pork sausage meat
3 cups cooked, dried or fresh lima
beans
m to 2 cups cooked corn
2 tablespoons red pepper, chopped
2 tablespoons shortening
4 tablespoons flour
2 cups milk
Lightly fry sausage. Drain well
Combine with vegetables. Make
white sauce by
blending flour in
to melted short
ening. Add milk
slowly, stirring
constantly. Cook
until thickened. P*-*^?*—~__
Season, then add
to meat mixture. Pour into baking
dish. Top with pastry. Bake in a
hot oven (425 degrees) 30 to 40 min
utes.
Pork and Apple Turnovers.
(Makes 4 to 6)
Combine 1 cup chopped apple with
1 cup chopped cooked pork. Roll
pastry thin and cut in 6-lnch squares.
Heap half of square with pork and
apple mixture. Fold over diagonal
ly. Moisten edges and press to
gether. Prick top. Bake in a hot
oven 30 to 40 minutes.
These ham and asparagus cutlets
give a new twist to congenial and
favorite foods:
Stuffed Pancake Roils, Ham and
Asparagus Cutlets or Hamburgers
are low in point-value but give plen
ty of tip and stick-to-the-ribs quality
to your meals. Have them often to
give variety to menus.
Ham and Asparagus Cutlets.
(Serves 6)
ltt cups cooked, chopped asparagus
1H cups diced, boiled ham
H cup One bread crumbs
2 tablespoons shortening
4 tablespoons flour
I cup milk
Mix asparagus with ham and
crumbs. Melt shortening, blend in
flour. Stir in milk. Cook until thick.
Add to first mixture, season to taste.
Chill. Shape mixture to resemble
chops. Dip in crumbs, then egg di- i
luted with water, again in crumbs.
Heat enough fat in skillet to cover
bottom of skillet generously. Fry
cutlets slowly until golden brown.
Serve with Cheese Sauce: Melt 2
tablespoons shortening, blend in S
tablespoons flour, stir in 1% cups
milk. Add IVt cups grated cheese.
Cook until cheese melts.
Stuffed Panrake Rolls.
(Serves 4 to 6)
2 cups flour
% teaspoon salt
1% teaspoons baking powder
1 beaten egg
2 cups milk
2 tablespoons melted shortening
114 cups chopped cooked lamb
1 cup leftover gravy
Ya cup grated cheese
Sift dry ingredients. Stir in egg,
milk and shortening. Melt enough
fat in skillet to cover bottom. Make
6 large thin pancakes 9 inches
across. Brown on both sides. Mix
meat with gravy. Heap meat in j
center of each pancake. Roll up.
Sprinkle with cheese. Heat in oven
until cheese melts.
Savory Cabbage.
(Serves 6)
Shred 1 small head of cabbage ]
Into 3 tablespoons of fat in a skillet,
cover and cook slowly 15 minutes. i
Add 1 cup cubed salami or cervelat,
salt and pepper and heat thoroughly.
Spinach.4
Cook late spinach with bacon rind
cut in snippets. Buying slab bacon
with rind saves points.
Greens.
Chop 2 cups cooked greens with 1
tablespoon onion juice, 2 tablespoons
horseradish, Vi cup sour cream, salt
and pepper. Serve on toast with
crisp bacon.
Potato Salad.
Add 1 tablespoon ripe dill seeds
to potato salad and serve cold with
sliced tongue.
Are you having a lime stretching
meats? Write to Miss Lynn Chambers
for practical help, at Western Newspa
per tInion, 210 South Desplaines Street,
Chicago, III. Don’t forget to enclose a
stamped, self-addressed envelope for
your reply.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
BLACK _
SOMBRERO!
fTy CLIFFORD KNIGHT .JVvV« i
Margaret Nlcholi owned tome property
In Joint tenancy with Kitty Chatfield.
When Kitty died it meant *200,000 to her.
She explain* the situation to her friend,
Barry. Elsa Chatfield had been disin
herited at Aunt Kitty’s death, but Is glad
to be freed from a tyrannical aunt who
had Imposed many restrictions. Huntoon
Rogers, a detective, asks what Aunt
Kitty died of, and Is told an overdose
of morphine. The detective meets Reed
Barton and discusses the matter of Kitty
Chatfield and Elsa. He suspected that
Kitty Chatfield was murdered although
the police hold to the opinion that It
was suicide. There were no fingerprints
except her own on the hypodermic
syringe she used.
CHAPTER III
“But Kitty talked. Lord, how she
talked! Sam, thank God, was a hu
man sort, however; he just laughed
at her and went on loving his wife.
And then Elsa’s mother, to Kitty’s
great relief, passed from the scene.
Pneumonia, I think, although it’s
hard to remember everything. Sam
didn’t remarry, however, until after
he set himself up again in Mexico;
and then it was to Berta, the Mexi
can. Berta was the last straw to
Kitty Chatfield. Berta, of course, is
all right, I like her.”
“It’s time Margaret was getting
here. Sam Chatfield and his Mexi
can wife, Berta, are coming too.
They’re up from Mazatlan for a few
days,” he said. "I’m hungry. How
about you two?”
“I could eat now,” Huntoon Rog
ers said.
“Perhaps it is clearer now about
the will, Barry,” said Dwight, set
tling back in his chair once more.
“When Aunt Kitty cut her niece off
with only a year's income from the
estate, knowing quite well that Elsa
would spend all of it—which she
did—it was a deliberate thrust at a
vital spot, so she thought
“Aunt Kitty never looked upon
Elsa as a Chatfield. Elsa resembled
very much her mother. What’s
more to the point she was not awed
j by the antiquity of the Chatfields;
1 she refused to kowtow to the great
god Family. Which of course did
not endear her to Aunt Kitty. To
ward the last as bitter a hatred ex
isted between those two as you could
well imagine. Elsa, of course, was
not to blame for it. Kitty Chatfield
was older; her neck was stiff.”
“But is that enough to make the
two hate each other the way they
did?” I asked.
“There was the baby."
“Who was the child’s father?” in
quired Rogers.
"That has never been disclosed.”
A boy came out upon the veranda
to inform us that Margaret and the
others had arrived.
•
Dwight Nichols has a kindly face.
Dwight is not yet forty, but his is
the face of a benevolent philosopher.
His brown eyes are benign, soft,
almost feminine in their compassion
for his fellow man. There is a quiet,
gentle smile constantly about his
lips; his whole countenance, in fact,
is lovable and sweet. His is a face
widely known, for it has been seen
often in the press—a face of charm,
inviting to confidence, winning,
i friendly.
That's why the devilish caricature
in the shop window struck so forci
bly upon my attention. It was the
eye that did the trick; the carica
turist had provided him with an eye
cunning, sly, wicked. It made over
the whole countenance of Dwight
Nichols; it made a rascal of him,
whereas he is an upright man, a
sportsman who has written many
books of life afield, and a man ex
traordinarily fond of his wile and
home.
And, heavens! there was myself
beside Dwight, my own inconsequen
tial physiognomy. I blushed as I
stood there on the sidewalk, oblivi
ous to the afternoon crowd that
swarmed along the boulevard. Was
I such a villain as that? Was I so
old?
And, heavens again! Beside me
in the window, overwhelmingly, so
huge and coarse that at first I had
not seen it. was Jimmy the Cheese.
In other shop windows up the
boulevard that mild April afternoon
I encountered still more caricatures
by the same clever hand. There
was one of Huntoon Rogers ludicrous
in the extreme; the thinning hair
on top of his head was all but gone;
his ears stood out like flapping
wings, and his nose was twice its
already generous size.
"Let me see that thing in the win
dow," I requested of the clerk. For
full of mounting spirits I had re
turned to the first window out of
breath, thoroughly reckless now. I
pointed to my own likeness. The
man was hesitant. “I want to look
at it. I want to make sure who
did it. It's me. Don't you see?”
He looked startled for a moment,
as if he were trying to divine wheth
er or not I intended to sue him, then
got the caricature from the window
and laid it on the counter. Eagerly
I scanned it for a signature, and
there modestly in the lower right
! corner was the word I had not been
able to see from the sidewalk. It
was "Elsa.”
"Let me take this for a little
while,” I requested. The clerk
shrugged his shoulders in a way
! that said no. "Here!” I pulled out
j my billfold and dropped some money
1 »n the counter. "I know the girl
who did that. I want to borrow it
long enough to take it over and
raise heck with her ”
“What if you don’t come back?"
‘Then keep the money. It’s more
than the darned thing is worth.”
"All right," he said. I rolled the
thing lightly, made my exit and bent
my steps toward the apartment on
the heights above the boulevard.
Elsa was not at home, but I found
Reed Barton on her doorstep. He
was knocking loudly like a desperate
man upon the panel of the door as
I ascended the last flight of stairs,
and left off only when I poked my
head within view. He was carrying
flowers, which few men like to be
seen doing however much they may
esteem the intended recipient there
of. He sought at first to hide them
from me; hence it was not difficult
to see that his case was urgent.
“She’s not at home,” he an
nounced with an air that indicated
Elsa’s absence amounted almost to
a personal affront. "I thought sure
she'd be here, Barry.”
“Just leave the flowers on her
doorstep. I’ll tell her you called the
next time I see her,” I said. He
“Look at that! Look at that!”
laughed and brought the flowers
around into view, drew a fat green
pencil from his pocket, scribbled
something upon the white paper and
snapped the flowers to the doorknob
with a rubber band.
“She's the most exasperating per
son I know, Barry,” he said. “But
what’s she done to you?” For the
first time he realized I had reason
for being there. The light was dim,
but I unrolled the caricature and
presented it.
He took the caricature from me,
and placing it against the wall scrib
bled on the edge: “Dear Liar. Bar
ry is a wild man about this. I think
it’s rotten too—Reed." He chuckled,
proceeding to fasten it in the door
jamb. “Tell her when you see her,
Barry, that I called to tell her good
bye. It’s rather sudden, you know.
The Chief didn’t let me know until
yesterday. I’m on my way this eve
ning. Come on. I’ve got to go over
to my hangout now. There’s not
much time left.”
We went down the stairs and set
off on foot, for it was not far. •
“Where are you going and why?”
I inquired as we reached the boule
vard and jostled along through the
crowd.
“Mexico—Mazatlan. Because the
Chief says to go."
“Mazatlan! Why, that’s incredibly
removed from the Hollywood scene.”
“Yes, I know."
"But what for?”
“The Chief says I’m to report at
the Mazatlan office for permanent
work. Take charge of things down
there.”
We swung oo up the boulevard.
As we passed the shop window, we
halted to gaze in at the caricatures
of Dwight and Chesebro, and again
farther up the boulevard at still oth
er caricatures. Near Highland the
sidewalk became impassable. We
endeavored to worm our way
through, for Reed’s hotel was just
beyond the corner. The first intima
tion that it was more than a mere
congestion of pedestrians came with
the sound of a man's voice—a reedy,
husky voice—shouting:
"Look at that! Look at that!”
We pressed our way into the
crowd and beheld at the center of
the throng a hatless figure, red of
face and vociferous to the point of
apoplexy. "Is it me?” he demand
ed plaintively of the gaping crowd.
"Is it me?” He pointed at a shop
window wherein I could make out a
group of caricatures, the origin of
which was quite apparent. I recog
nized the fellow, a minor comedian;
he was a bit player who was cast
in an occasional picture.
I don’t know why a second figure
on the sidewalk should catch my eye
| at the moment unless it were that
| the prescient monitor within me had
»
again directed my eyes into the
misty pool of future time to that
terrifying experience at Mazatlan.
For the man was an utter stranger.
He was inactive, standing idly by,
apparently not greatly moved by the
indignity that had been done him.
The man was smoking a frayed ci
gar. He was hatless, dressed in an
incredible sports coat, brown slacks
and a pink and white check shirt
that would have affronted the esthet
ic sense of a moron.
“I won’t stand for it!” bellowed
the comedian. “I won’t! Give me a
brick, somebody. Where’s a brick?”
I don’t know where the brick came
from. I suspected, but with no rea
son whatever, that the man with the
frayed cigar was guilty.
"You know,” laughed Reed Bar
ton, as we rolled down town to the
union station, ”1 wish I could stay
and see how this comes out.”
•’I’ll tell you how it comes out
when I see you at Mazatlan,” I
said. ‘Tve arranged to go with
Dwight and Margaret on their
cruise. Leaving in a week or so.”
’•There is more than a fine talent
here,” said Dwight, his voice having
a judicial sound in the quiet of the
ship’s lounge on the Orizaba. The
thin smoke of his cigarette ascend- |
ed through the lighted area made by
the green-shaded light. He rustled
the papers on the table, looking at
first one reproduction of Elsa’s cari
catures and then at another. There
was a full page spread of Elsa's
caricatures in the rotogravure sec
tion, besides others in the news sec
tion. Elsa had made a hit; she
was being hailed as a find.
“Oh, hello, Chesebro. Come in!”
Dwight, looking past me into the
passageway beyond the open door of
the lounge, suddenly called out. 1
turned to behold Jimmy the Cheese
on the threshold. We shook hands
all around, and Dwight waved Chese
bro to a chair. “We were just talk
ing about Elsa,” he explained when
we had settled. “About her mugs,
as she calls them.”
A voice broke in upon us as we
sat there in the lounge, a strange
voice, slightly blurred in its tone
and smacking of New York in its
inflections.
“If you’re speaking of Elsa, I
brought her out Just now."
“We were, yes." Dwight rose
questioningly to his feet and made
as if to move toward the doorway
whence came the voice.
“Don’t bother to get up,” said the
voice heartily. “Elsa and I just got
here a few minutes ago. The stew
ard helped us on board, and I saw
you fellows in here so I came on in."
“That’s quite right,” Dwight as
sured the man. “I’m glad you did.
My name's Nichols."
“Glad to meet you, Nichols. My
name's Rumble. George Rumble."
“This is Mr. Chesebro, and Mr.
Madison.”
“Glad to meet you both,” said
Mr. Rumble, shaking hands swiftly
with Chesebro and then with me.
“Don’t believe I’ve ever heard of
you two before." He helped him
self unasked to cigarettes and sat
down on the corner of the table.
“Nice little boat you’ve got here,
Nichols. Looks like a swell traveler
of the ocean blue.”
“Yes, thank you. I’m glad you
could come down and be with us
tonight."
“Thanks. I always get a kick out
of going-away parties*— especially
when it’s on a boat. Understand
you’re starting to Mexico tonight."
“Yes. We’re sailing about mid
night."
At the moment I was speechless.
I observed Dwight endeavoring to
adjust the newcomer to his sur
roundings and us to him. It was
plain that he was totally unexpect
ed. His statement, however, that
he had come with Elsa made him
authentic. But, as I say, I was de
void of speech. For I recognized
the man. He was minus the frayed
cigar he’d had when he so calmly
looked on at the frantic actions of
the outraged comedian. His black
curly hair was oiled down to his
head, and he was now smoking one
of Dwight’s cigarettes. Otherwise
he was the same.
“How did you come down?”
Dwight was asking.
“Come down?” repeated Rumble,
dislodging a fragment of tobacco
from his tongue with a sharp noise
of his lips. “We came in Elsa’s car.
She’s got a good car now, and a
chauffeur. I helped her pick out
the car. And I know the chauffeur’s
okeh. He’s a nice boy. Cousin of a
friend of mine. I got him the job.”
“That’s interesting," said Dwight.
Chesebro had shrunk into himself
at the advent of Mr. Rumble; he sat
like a huge, reddish-brown, silent,
malignant oyster. I’m sure that if
it were the gentlemanly thing to do
he would have bitten Mr. Rumble.
“What’s your line, Chesebro?" de
manded Mr. Rumble, turning upon
Jimmy the Cheese. For a moment
there was no reply. I could fancy he
was struggling with himself, then he
hissed, “Mining investments.”
“Investments? Oh, yes. I never
had anything to invest myself, but
that’s a good line, I guess. Me, I’m
in—”
But whatever it was that he was in
had to wait for the moment, for
Elsa called to us from the thresh
old.
(TO BE CONTINUSC)
By VIRGINIA VALE
Released oy Western Newspaper Union.
BOB HAWK, CBS quipmas
ter of ‘‘Thanks to the
Yanks,” manages to spend at
least two nights a week per
forming for men in the armed
services. When a camp calls
for a show Hawk sends out a
call to his many friends
in the entertainment world
and immediately a well
rounded show of varied acts organ
izes to help "Thanks to the Yanks."
Bob, who taught junior high school
English when he was 18, has broad
cast everything from grand opera
to wrestling matches — says his
toughest assignment was giving a
hole-by-hole description of a minia
ture golf tournament. He’s never
done better work than he’s doing
now for the men in the service.
-*
Just 11 years ago Lucille Ball
went to Hollywood as a show girl,
to appear in Eddie Cantor’s “Roman
Scandals," along with 11 others.
You'll see her, as a show girl, in
LUCILLE BALL
“Meet the People”; she’s climbed
clear to the top of the ladder in the
meantime. Right now people are
crowding to see her in “Du Barry
Was a Lady.” She’s the only one of
the original twelve who’s still in
pictures. *
-*- v
Those American Youth Hostels
that have become so popular get
their innings in “Song of the Open
Road,” for which Sammy Kaye and
his orchestra have been signed. Red
headed Peggy O’Neill makes her
debut in the starring role.
-*
Leatrlce Joy Gilbert has been un
der contract to Metro for some
time, but it’s only now that she’s
going to get her chance—a role in
“Kismet.” She worked in summer
stock last season, and if there’s
anything in heredity this daughter of
Leatrice Joy and the late Jack Gil
bert certainly ought to go far as an
actress. Her father was one of
Metro’s big stars for years.
/Tv
Some clever lad at MGM is com
posing a new song for Lena Horne,
who will wow audiences everywhere,
the studio predicts, in “I Dood It,”
the Red Skelton-Eleanor Powell pic
ture. The song is called, we’re told,
“Moonlight Sinatra.”
-*
One photograph of Renee Terry
of CBS’s “Bright Horizon,” inspired
341 proposals of marriage imme
diately after it appeared in a New
i York newspaper. It showed her in
j her Nurses Aide uniform, feeding a
baby in the children’s ward of a
j hospital. -
—
Frank Sinatra seems to like Holly
wood and picture-making; he’s go
! ing back in November to make “Mr.
Cinderella” for RKO, and they do
say that the story of the picture is
pretty much the story of the young
man’s life.
-*
When Bob Hope got back from
that trip that took him to England,
Africa, Sicily and Iceland he wasn’t
sure whether he’d be able to return
to the air September 21 or not—
said Bing Crosby would pinch hit
for him if he couldn’t. He was pret
ty tired, but forgot that when he
talked about his trip. “The greatest
thing that ever happened to me,”
said he. And “Believe me, the pro
grams we do from the States are
going to mean more than ever to us
now that we know what they mean
to the men.”
--
Last season hundreds of service
men had to be turned away from
the Edgar Bergen-Charlie McCarthy
shows because of lack of room.
This year Bergen will put on a pre
view of the show, just as it goes on
the air, plus added entertainment by
Songstress Dale Evans and the cast,
for service men on furlough in the
Los Angeles area. So every Satur
day night there’ll be fun for sol
diers, sailors and marines.
-*
ODDS AND E N DS—M yrna Loy,
who’s made no pictures for a year, re
turns to Hollywood to co-star in “The
Thin Man Goes Home,” with William
Powell . , . Hunt Stromberg’s “Lady of
Burlesque ” starring Barbara Stanwyck
and Michael O’Shea, is one of the most
popular films being shown at military
hospitals , . , Each studio visitor to the
“Chamber Music Society of Lower Ba
sin Street” gets a card asking him to
name three celebrities whom he’d like
to have appear on the program .. . Lyn
Bari u>as borrowed from 20th Century
Fox to play the glamorous dancer in
: United Artists’ "The Bridge of San Luis
j Rey -
A PATCHWORK bathmat, seat
cover and tied-on bathstool
cover made of yellow, pink and
green flower patchwork—narrow
striped material is used for the
ruffle. Stool cover is 15 inches
across—rug is 24 inches. Make
the flower design of scrap ma
terials.
• • •
Due to an unusually large Jemand and
current war conditions, slightly more
time is required In filling orders tor a
lew of the most popular pattern numbers.
Pattern No. 5595 is 15 cents, plus one
cent to cover cost of mailing. "Send your
order, together with your name, address
and pattern number to:
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When you hear a Marine called
a “Leatherneck,” it has nothing to
do with the epidermis of his neck.
Years ago the Marine uniform was
equipped with a high stiff leather
collar. From that time on, “Leath
erneck” has been the word for a
Marine. The word for his favorite'’
cigarette is “Camel”—the favorite
cigarette also of men in the Army,
Navy, and Coast Guard. (Based
on actual sales records from serv
ice 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.
WNU—U 39—43
A DAB A BAIT
Keeps p Q*/n/Ay
New eream positively stops
*underarm Perspiration Odor
1. Not stiff, not messy—Yodora spreads jus*
like vanishing cream! Dab it on—odor gone!
2. Actually soothing—Yodora can be used
right after shaving.
3. Won't rot delicate fabrics.
4. Keeps soft 1 Yodora does not dry in jar. No
waste; goes far.
Yet hot climate tests—made by nurses—
prove this daintier deodorant keeps under
arms immaculately sweet—under the most
severe conditions. Try Yodora! In tubes or
jars—10#, SO#, 60#. McKesson A Bobbins.
Inc.. Bridgeport, Connecticut.
Y0D0RA4
DEODORANT CREAM^^