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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 11, 1943)
A fragrant pot of coffee and a few tasty cookies can do the job of en tertaining that a dinner once did If there's a spirit of friendliness and plenty* of good conversation. Keep Up Morale, Entertain Simply Even in Wartime Even if all foods were rationed I'd ■till say, don’t ration hospitality for we need friendly get-togethers, the refreshment and relaxation that be ing with one's friends gives. Dinners or entertainments with stupendous foods are out of style at least for the present, but that doesn’t mean you can’t invite peo ple over for a steaming cup of hot coffee and a few simple but tasty cookies. And, if you want to do things more elaborately, why, it s quite the thing to ask Mrs. Jones to bring over an extra supply of sugar or butter or canned goods if she has them—and is willing to share. Some time ago progressive din ners were quite the fashion. Now •gain they can become fun. The plan !s to serve, let’s say three courses, and have each course at a separate home. It’s a good idea to have the homes within short walk ing distance of each other. Serve soup or fruit cocktail at first home, the main course at the next home, and then have dessert and entertain ment at the third home. Or, after dessert, the group can plan to go to a movie or concert or to attend some sport In season. And now for the business of food— With a few points or none at all. Mere are cake and cookie recipes which are the cream of the current crop: Applesauce Cake. (No Icing Needed!) I cup sugar 44 cup shortening 1 cup applesauce 1 egg 1 teaspoon soda 2 tablespoons water 1 teaspoon cinnamon 44 teaspoon cloves 44 teaspoon nutmeg 44 teaspoon salt 1 cup raisins 194 cups cake flour Cream shortening and sugar. Add applesauce and well-beaten egg. Add soda dissolved in water. Sift dry ingredients and add to mix ture. Fold in raisins and bake in a greased square pan in a moderate < alt-degree) oven 1 hour. • Honey Oatmeal Wafers. (Makes 16 wafers) 1 egg 44 cup honey 1 cup oatmeal 44 teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons melted butler or margarine 44 teaspoon vanilla 44 cup chopped nutmeats Beat egg until light. Add honey, continuing to beat. Then fold in re maining ingredients. Drop by spoon fuls, about 2 inches apart on a greased baking sheet. Flatten slightly with a knife dipped in cold water. Bake in a moderate (350 Lynn Says: Hospitality Unrationed: Even U you’re doing your entertaining in the kitchen you can do it up right! Use a gay checkered cloth aa the background for your ta ble, and a wooden chopping bowl as the centerpiece for fall flow ers or highly polished fruits. Set candles in small squashes. Have everyone help with the dishes after supper and then play old-fashioned games such as slo gan contests, food favorites of famous people, food favorites of the family, scramble names of kitchen utensils and have guests unscramble them. For children’s parties, have Mother Goose theme. Children can come dressed as a Mother Goose character and for enter tainment have the child read the ' rhyme he represents. Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving Menu Tomato Bouillon •Thrifty Souffles Green Beans Parsleyed Potatoes Hot Biscuits Lettuce With French Dressing Orange Sherbet •Chocolate Pinwheels •Recipes Given degree) oven about 10 minutes or until a delicate brown. A nice type of cookie to have on hand during these times is this one for old-Iashionea gingersnaps. The recipe makes 10 |i to 12 dozen < “snaps” and the dough keeps in definitely in the refrigerator so that it can De usea and made up into cookies as needed: Gingersnaps. (Makes 10 to 12 dozen) # 1 cup molasses ',4 cup shortening 3*4 cups sifted Sour 1*4 teaspoons salt % teaspoon soda 1 tablespoon ginger Heat the molasses over low heat to the boiling point. Put the short ening in a large mixing bowl, pour the hot molasses over the shorten ing. Stir until shortening is melted. Sift the flour, ginger, soda and salt together and add to molasses mix ture. Mix thoroughly. Form into rolls on slightly floured waxed pa per and chill in refrigerator. Slice very thin and bake on a greased cookie sheet In a hot (425-degree) oven 8 to 10 minutes. Having friends over for dinner? They’D enjoy this light souffle put together quickly and easily with mushroom soup and chicken. 'Chocolate Pinwheels. (Makes dozen) I 1H cups sifted flour H teaspoon double-acting baking powder % teaspoon salt % cup butter or margarine H cup sugar 1 egg yolk, unbeaten 3 tablespoons mUk 1 square unsweetened choco late, melted Sift flour once, measure, add bak ing powder and salt, and sift again. Cream butter un til light, add sugar gradually and cream together until light and fluffy. Add egg yolk and beat welL Add flour al ternately with milk, mixing well after each addition. Divide dough into two parts. To one part, add chocolate and blend. Chill dough un til firm enough to roll. Roll each half into a rectangular sheet, Vi inch thick, and place chocolate sheet on top. Then roll as for jelly roll. Chill overnight or until firm enough to slice. Cut into eight-inch slices. Bake on an ungreased baking sheet in hot oven (400 degrees) 5 minutes or until done. A delicious souffle with a few pip ing hot biscuits and honey makes a lovely dinner for a chilly night. Sim ple though It is, it will satisfy your company well: •Thrifty Souffles. (Serves 6) 3 tablespoons quick-cooking tapioca M teaspoon salt 1 can mushroom soup 1 cup chopped chicken 3 egg yolks, beaten until thick and lemon-colored 3 egg whites, beaten stiff Combine tapioca, salt and mush room soup, of consistency to serve, in top of double boiler. Place over rapidly boiling water and cook 8 to 10 minutes after water boils again, stirring frequently. Add chicken and stir until mixed. Cool slightly while beating eggs. Add egg yolks and mix well. Fold into egg whites. Turn into greased baking dish. Place in a pan of hot water and bake in a moderate (250-degree) oven 50 min utes or until souffle is formed. What are your problems in ration ing? Write to Lynn Chambers for ex pert answers, enclosing a self-addressed, stamped envelope for your reply, at Western Newspaper Union, 210 South Desplaines Street, Chicago, Illinois. Released by Western Newspaper Union. BLACK SOMBRERO IN*CLIFFORD KNIGHT ^ W.M.U. I leaviCE i Els* Chatfltld, Hollywood artist, Is cut off from the will of her Aunt Kitty, who died from an overdose of morphine. Barry, an amateur detective, and Hunt Borers, a professional sleuth, go to Maz atlan, Mexico, on a cruise with Margaret and Dwight Nichols. Arriving there they find that Elsa and her party had pre ceded them by plane. They dine at the rancho of Elsa's father, Sam Chatfleld, whom Rogers questions about his visit to his sister, Kitty, on the night she died. Later Elsa Is seen by Barry and Rogers evidently flying for her life on horseback. Suddenly she dismounts and James Chesebro, a mine owner, reins up. Elsa strikes him across the face with her quirt, again and again. CHAPTER VII But Elsa was not through with him. A moment later when her horse dropped to all four feet, she came within striking distance, and again the quirt lashed out to cut Chesebro, across the shoulders this time. Chesebro was too dignified to run from her; an upraised arm to fend off the lightninglike quirt was his only defense. "Elsa!” I shouted, starting from our place beside the oxcart. "Elsa!” But she didn’t hear me. Chesebro was now rolling along the ground, alive to his danger but as yet un able to escape the lashing whip. "Elsa! Stop it! Stop it!” I shout ed, moving rapidly down upon her, Rogers at my heels. The rigid arm relaxed, the quirt slowly fell from her nerveless fin gers, the quirt which later was to play so vital a part in our tragic story. The rage that had stirred Elsa to a frenzy melted quickly away. Rog ers released her and went to help Chesebro to his feet. Suddenly Elsa turned into my arms, soft and yield ing, trembling weakly. "Oh, Barry!” she said. A sob shook her body convulsively. “Oh, Barry—I said that someday I’d pull off his legs. But that’s not enough. I’m going to kill him instead!" Chesebro was put gently to bed in an enormous room furnished in an cient black walnut; the high ceiling and the great length and breadth of the room gave me the feeling al most of being in a cathedral. In an incredibly short time, con sidering that this was Mexico, the doctor arrived. “It Is the heart, yes, he said at last, speaking English with a strong rhythmic accent. “He’s had an at tack; it is light, but he shall re main in bed for several days. Why the face like this?" he inquired, in dicating the bruised flesh. “He did not fall on the face, no?” “There was an—argument, Doc tor Cruz,” Rogers replied slowly, "in which he was severely beaten. With a whip.” “Ah!” responded Doctor Cruz and shrugged his shoulders discreetly. I went into town with the doctor when he left that early afternoon. As I explained to Huntoon Rogers, it was best that someone of us sought out Reed Barton, to tell him of what had happened. "You’re coming out again, of course, for the evening?” Rogers in quired. “Yes. I wouldn’t miss a fiesta. I don’t suppose Chesebro’s condition will make any difference in their plans." “I think not.” George Rumble, lingering in the shade of a clump of bananas, came to life. “I believe I’ll go along with you. All right is it, Doc?” he asked of Doctor Cruz. “You bet." responded the Mexi can physician. And so we rode into town together. Doctor Cruz dropped me a few minutes later in a side street where over a doorway let into a glaring white wall was a sign bearing Chese bro's name. It was the siesta hour, but I entered its comfortable shady interior where the heat of the day apparently had not penetrated. A youthful Mexican sitting idly at a typewriter looked up, and got quick ly out of his chair. “A sus ordenes, senor,” he said. “Senor Barton; is he in?" I in quired in Spanish. “Si, senor; por esta puerta,” he said rapping gently, then opening the door into the inner office. Reed Barton sat with his feet upon the top of his desk, smoking a cigarette, and gazing dreamily out into a small patio where a fountain j dripped and a ruby throated hum ! ming bird was busy among the flow ers. “Hello, old man," I said. Reed took his feet from the desk, got slowly from his chair and dropped his cigarette into an ash tray. He held out his hand. “I dropped in just now to tell you some news.” “What news?" “I thought you ought to know about it. Chesebro’s had a heart attack. The doctor has put him to bed out at Sam Chatfleld’s.” “What brought that on?” “Elsa beat him up quite badly with a whip a while ago; almost cut him to ribbons. The attack fol lowed.” “Well,” he said with surprisingly little show of interest, “it doesn’t mean anything to me, Barry, to know about it. Thank you, though, for your trouble.” “I don’t understand—" I began at this odd reception of the news I had for him. "It really doesn't matter, Barry,” he amplified. "Chesebro and I are through. We’re quits. He’s kicked me out of his organization. I’ve been sitting here resting a bit after getting my stuff together, and think ing.” "You mean you’re fired?” "Yes." "Why—what?” "Elsa, of course. The man is mad, Barry. About her." That evening at the rancho is one that none of us who was present will ever forget, an evening not of full fiesta, but of gay and typical dances, the zapateados, an evening that ended so tragically. Chesebro was lying motionless in bed. Because of the painful injuries inflicted by the lash of Elsa's whip, he did not turn his head when we came into the room, merely inquired quietly who we were. “I’m glad you came in," he said from his pillow. “Sit down, won’t you?” “We'll not stay,” Rogers told him, going up to the bedside and looking down upon the bandaged occupant. “Can we get you anything? Do any service for you, Chesebro?” “Thank you, no. I’m all right. I’U be up and about in a few days.” He rested a moment before he con tinued. “They are very kind to me, both Sam and Senora Chat field. I couldn’t ask more devoted, thoughtful attention." “Oh, I’m sure you’re well cared for,” I said. “It was a—" I started to say something of the beating Elsa had given him, but paused, afraid to irritate his sensibilities. Chesebro waited a moment for me to go on, then said: "I don't She bad gone mad with hatred of him. blame Elsa. I blame only myself for having underestimated Elsa’s capabilities.” “Elsa is,” began Rogers, a half humorous note in his voice, “sur prisingly full of capabilities.” “Yes,” said Chesebro, matter-of factly, “that’s true. But she didn’t know; she couldn’t have known that I was experiencing a little trouble with my heart—and I shouldn’t have done what I did. You find me very contrite, gentlemen. Elsa, I’m sure, will forgive me when she comes in to see me, as I've been promised later on she will do.” We said good night and withdrew from the huge, dimly lighted room where dark shadows in the far cor ners could have concealed a host of evil spirits. There was an odd, constrained si lence when we entered the living room, a slight hush of expectancy and a stiffening of the occupants in the chairs. Dwight and Margaret had arrived. Rumble was there, having come out with me from town. Sam and Berta were sitting with them. Elsa had not yet made her appearance, and Reed Barton came in a moment or two after we entered. He was dressed pic turesquely as a charro, the Mexican cowboy, and evidently was deter mined to have a part in the eve ning’s festivities. He wore a short leather jacket, a soft red tie, long leather pantaloons as tight as he could sit down in, bespangled with silver buttons and chains. I detected a look of disappoint ment in his face as he glanced around the room and did not find Elsa. Berta, dressed in black vel vet and heavily rouged, conquettish ly made a place for him beside herself, and indicated her husband with her fan, as if he were only waiting for the attention of all be fore saying something. “I—” he began hesitantly. "I am suggesting something for this partic ular time—it is still early—which has nothing whatever to do with the evening's festivities. They will fol low. It will come as a surprise, I know; it will seem out of place, perhaps, to some of you. But it is something that seems to be neces sary.” Sam Chatfleld was now well launched upon his little speech; there was earnestness upon his face, in his manner. “You all know, of course, of the death of my sister, Katherine, in California, now more than a year ago. At odd times since that occurrence there have been in timations that the authorities are not satisfied with the official find ings. I discover that among you there are two who are actively pros ecuting an inquiry into the circum stances surrounding Katherine’s death. “Since all of us here”—he looked around the room—“Elsa will be here shortly—knew her or had some deal ings, or association of some sort, with her, I shall ask Mr. Rogers to conduct an examination. I want him, and through him the authori ties in California, to be satisfied. Neither Berta nor I have been avail able for questioning hitherto, and I hope Mr. Rogers will not feel con strained, because we are his hosts, in questioning us. Of course, Mr. Chesebro cannot be with us, and is at present in no condition to undergo questioning, but that, perhaps, can be done later, if it has not already been done.” He looked inquiringly at Huntoon Rogers. “Thank you, Mr. Chatfleld. It is indeed a surprise. I had been hop ing soon to suggest that something like this be arranged. I’m sure that Mr. Madison will be grateful for this opportunity, now that the matter is, so to speak, out in the open. Of course,” he hesitated, looking in tently at Sam Chatfleld, “there is in the death of your sister—or, for that matter, in the death of anyone else—a set of facts. We are un certain just what those facts are. The district attorney’s office doubts the validity of what purports to be facts in the Katherine Chatfleld case. There was a stir in the doorway and Elsa entered the room, pausing on the threshold to survey us as we sat listening, solemn-faced and stiff ly, as if to a schoolmaster, while Rogers talked. She was always love ly; her hair of an almost golden sheen, the level gray eyes, the firm, erect carriage which was empha sized tonight by the costume she wore. She was dressed as a China Poblana. “Am I interrupting?” she asked from the threshold. “No, dear; come in,” said her father. “We were expecting you to join us.” He made a place for her at his side. A faint smile flitted across her face at the sight of Reed Barton, and she nodded to him, slightly aloof now, this parson, who so ar dently had hoped that Reed would come like a caballero and sing love songs to her on the deck of the Ori zaba. “I presume there is little need to do so, but perhaps it is best to re mind you all that Katherine Chat field died of an overdose of mor phine.” At Rogers’ words Elsa, who had just sat down, lifted her head high, her nostrils opening wider as if she sniffed danger. “The overdose probably was much in excess,” continued Rogers easily, “of what she was accustomed to take. In the circumstances only two conclusions are possible. Either she administered the overdose herself, in which case it was suicide. Or, it was given to her by someone de siring her death, either forcibly, or by the aid of some preliminary an esthetic administered quickly before she was aware of her danger—such as chloroform. In which latter case, of course, it is murder. “Mr. Chatfield quite recently told Barry Madison and me that both he and Mrs. Chatfield were spend ing the night at the house the night his sister died. Elsa, of course, was there. Some time ago Reed Barton informed me that, in the na ture of his work for Mr. Chesebro, he ran many personal errands for him, and that on this particular eve ning he had been instructed to de liver a book to her. “And I have Just discovered in talking with George Rumble that he had been engaged to do some pub licity work for Miss Chatfield, and that on the evening of her death he was present in the house for a short time, that the two argued, and that he left threatening to sue her for his money. “Dwight,” Rogers said, with a smile, “so far as I know, you and Margaret are the only ones here, excepting Barry Madison and my self, who have not been shown to have been present that night. How about it? Are you keeping some thing to yourself?” Dwight Nichols shifted his crossed legs and tapped the ash from the tip of his cigarette. “I believe I told you a long time ago. Hunt, that I might be accused of having a motive in Kitty Chat field's slaying- If that’s what it was. 1 profited to the extent of a couple of hundred thousand dollars at her death, because of some property owned in joint tenancy. But there it ends. I didn't happen to be at the house at any time that evening she died.” (TO BE CONTINUED) 5619 Large-Sized Vestee TpHE older woman sometimes has difficulty in finding instruc tions to make a smart crocheted sleeveless vestee. This one was especially designed for sizes 38-40 and 42. It is comfortable, well fitted and can be worn in the house in our winter heat-rationed rooms and is equally comfortable for out of-door wear under a heavy coat. Make it of wool sport yarn in American Beauty, navy blue, brown or dark green. * • • For complete crocheting Instructions for the Larger Woman's Vestee (Pattern No. 5619) sizes include 38-40 and 42, send 16 cents in coins, your name and address and the pattern number. fV. P- (V. O- (V. O- <V. (V. (V. 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