Entertain Simply,
But Do Entertain
Even in Wartime
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One small recipe can provide two
doien of these small, fluffy candle
cakes which will be a delight at any
get-together for your dessert lunch
eon or afternoon refreshment.
They’re particularly nice for a birth
day.
Now that you've finished entertain
ing the family and relatives during
the holidays, you can get back to
your club work and social activity in
earnest
Most of us, from either the budget
or ration point consideration, can
not afford to en
tertain for lunch
eon as we did for
merly, but we
can still afford
the same gracious
hospitality, even
with less food for
IS\VV' ^ \ uui gucaia. oiiuuiu
you wish to entertain at luncheon, do
so with a simple salad, sandwiches
or beverage. Or, it's very fashion
able to entertain at a dessert and
beverage luncheon.
A simple cake to go nicely with
your dessert luncheon or afternoon
refreshment is this one. The sur
prise item is coconut which now has
found its way, even though in small
quantity, to some markets:
*Coconut Candle Cakes.
(Makes 2 dosen small)
1H cops sifted cake flour
m teaspoons double acting baking
powder
H cup butter or substitute
1 cap sugar
Z eggs, unbeaten
H cup milk
1 teaspoon lemon or vanilla extract
1 cup moist sweetened coconut
Sift flour once, measure, add bak
ing powder and sift together 3 times.
Cream butter thoroughly, add sugar
gradually, and cream together until
light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a
time, beating well after each addi
tion. Add flour, alternately with
milk, a small amount at a time,
beating after each addition until
smooth. Add flavoring. Turn into
lightly greased cupcake tins filling
% full. Bake in a moderate (375
degree) oven 20 minutes or until
done. Frost with snowy lemon frost
ing and sprinkle with moist, sweet
ened coconut Arrange cakes on a
platter and insert candle holder with
candle on each cake,
Snowy Lemon Frosting.
2 egg whites, unbeaten
1H cups sugar
3 tablespoons water
2 tablespoons lemon Juice
14 teaspoon grated lemon rind
Combine egg whites, sugar, water
and lemon juice in top of double
boiler, beating with rotary egg beat
er until thoroughly mixed. Place
over rapidly boiling water, beating
constantly wltfl rotary egg beater
and cook 7 minutes or until frosting
stands up in peaks. Remove from
boiling water, add lemon rind and
beat until thick enough to spread.
Makes enough frosting for 2 dozen
cupcakes.
Well-seasoned finger sandwiches
made from flaked fish will go well
with an aspic salad for a very lovely
luncheon:
Lynn Says
Bits of Wisdom: Gentle treat
ment is the rule for eggs. They
are liable to get tricky if you use
anything else.
Pare, not peel potatoes. You’ll
be able to see the difference.
When boiling potatoes, be sure to
use boiling water, plenty of salt.
For mashed potatoes, use en
thusiasm plus a wooden spoon and
don’t spare either.
Waffles should be crisp. Don’t
open the waffle baker while the
iron is steaming. That means
it’s cooking.
Recipes are a chart and a
guide. Good cooks as well as
brides need them—then you can
always get good results, avoid
failure.
Save Used Fats!
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menu
For Luncheon
•Tomato Aspic Vegetable Salad
Finger Sandwiches
•Coconut Candle Cakes
Beverage
•Recipe Given
•Tomato Aspic Vegetable Salad.
(Serves 8)
1 tablespoon unflavored gelatin
% cup cold water
2 cups tomato juice
Y\ teaspoon salt
y4 teaspoon celery salt
1 tablespoan grated onion
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 tablespoon lemon juice
IK cups grated raw carrot
K cup diced celery
2 green onions, sliced
Y\ cup sliced stuffed olives
Mayonnaise or salad dressing
Soak gelatin in cold water. Heat
1 cup tomato Juice to boiling. Add
gelatin and stir
until dissolved.
Add celery, salt,
grated onion. Wor
cestershire sauce,
lemon Juice and !
remaining tomato
juice. Stir to
blend. Pour into
a ring mold, unui uniu nrm. un
mold. Fill center with carrot, cel
ery, green onions and olives which
have been mixed with salad dress
ing.
This satisfying main course is pre
pared by melting 14 pound of proc
ess cheese with K cup evaporated
milk, seasoning with Worcestershire
sauce and H teaspoon prepared
mustard, then serving on toast with
poached egg. It's delicieus.
Dieting friends will welcome this
combination custard and cake des
sen Decause u
doesn’t contain as
many calories as
rich desserts. It's
delicate and ideal
p when served with
tea for afternoon
refreshment.
Lemon Cups.
(Serves 6)
1 cup sugar
t tablespoons butter or substitute
I egg yolks, beaten
14 cup flour
H teaspoon salt
1H cups milk, scalded
5 tablespoons lemon Juice
1 tablespoon grated lemon rind
3 egg whites, stiffly beaten
Cream together sugar and butter.
Add egg yolks. Beat in flour and
salt. Add milk. Stir in lemon juice
and rind. Fold in egg whites. Pour
into custard cups. Bake at 375 de
grees tor 10 minutes, then reduce
heat to 350 degrees. Bake tor 35
minutes longer or until a toothpick
thrust Into the center comes out dry.
Chill. Serve directly from custard
cups.
Your guests, young or old. will
like these attractive corsages.
They’re very much edible and good,
tool
Popcorn Corsages.
(Makes 16)
1 cup sugar
H cup water
1 teaspoon vinegar
t tablespoons light corn syrup
teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon butter
1 teaspoon red food coloring
6 cups popped corn
Combine sugar, water, vinegar
corn syrup and salt; stir until sugai
dissolves. Cook to hard ball stagt
(265 degrees F.). Remove frorr
heat; add butter and coloring. Re
serve small amount of syrup foi
fastening wooden skewers. Poui
over popped corn, stirring constant
ly. Form into two-inch balls. Dij
skewers into syrup; push into balls
Back with lace-paper doilies am
cellophane circles. Tie on bows o
ribbon or cellophane.
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; Street, Chicago 6, Illinois. Don’t for
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BLACK
SOMBRERO
CLIFFORD KNIGHT
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ft eav ice
Els* Chatfleld I* disinherited by her
Aunt Kitty, who died of an overdose of
morphine, llunt Rogers add Barry Mad
ison go to Mazatlan, Mexico, to solve
what they believe to be Aunt Kitty’s
murder. On arriving, they find Elsa’s
party has preceded them by plane. While
In Mazatian James Chesebro Is mur
dered, and while out Ashing Elsa’s father,
Sam, meets death from the sword of a
martin when his chair breaks and he
topples into the sea. In re-enat:tlng the
scene of the Chesebro murder one Pe
dro Identities Dwight Nichols as ‘‘the
man,” but Dwight Is not held. They re
turn to the launch and strike something
ominous alongside the wharf and decide
i to Investigate.
CHAPTER XVI
“Easy! Steady! Steady!” Rogers
was leaning far out over the side,
peering at the water. "Hold it!”
The engine stopped and we floated
quietly. Rogers continued to peer
into the murky water. Something
was there. My throat was dry; I
felt an uncomfortable sensation at
the pit of my stomach. Neverthe
less I managed to say, matter-of
factly, I thought, "What is it, Hunt
—a log?”
"No,” he said. It seemed hours
before he spoke again and then he
said what I was expecting, yet
dreaded to hear him say. "It’s
Rumble."
I wakened with a start the next
morning to find that Rogers was
gone. Dawn was breaking over the
mountains. I dressed and went out
on deck to discover that Rogers
had gone ashore.
Rogers was on the wharf when I
was landed there. He appeared
fresh and vigorous as if he had had
■ long, unbroken night’s sleep. To
my inquiry he remarked, "There
were several things I thought of,
Barry, and it was best to get an
early start.”
Down below us in the water, a
dark head burst upward to the sur
face and brown arms threshed
about. Rogers, leaning over the
wharf’s edge, shouted in Spanish,
"Anything?”
no, sir. i dive in a moment.
A few secoids later the head dis
appeared, a pair of feet kicked vig
orously and the surface smoothed
out.
"What’s it all about?” I demand
ed. "What’s he diving for?”
“I’ve hired him to do the job,
Barry. Rumble, I imagine, either
fell or was thrown off the wharf.
He had checked out of the hotel.
Where is his luggage? Why wasn’t
his bag found on the wharf? And
what does it mean if we should
find it in the water?”
The diver burst to the surface
below, this time farther along the
wi.arf, gasping for breath.
“Anything?” shouted Rogers.
“No, sir. But I think I see some
thing. I should take the end of the
rope this time.”
Rogers picked up a coil of rope
lying at his side, carried it to a point
directly above the man, and dropped
an end over. The diver seized it
and disappeared, while we waited
with heightened interest. Finally the
rope was tugged vigorously from un
der the water, and Rogers began to
pull up. The diver came threshing
to the surface.
“It is what you are seeking, sir,
I think." he called up. “Pull.”
Rogers drew up the weighted line
rapidly, and a moment later there
came to the surface a soaked, bat
tered traveling bag, from which
gushed tiny streams. He lifted it
onto the wharf where it rested drab
ly oozing salt water.
“And now, sir,” shouted the diver,
"I go down again for the other
thing.”
"What other thing?” I asked.
"This probably was all the luggage
Rumble had.”
“There was just this bag, accord
ing to the hotel porter."
"Then what are you looking for
now?"
“The weapon—if Rumble was
murdered. Just to be forehanded,
Barry. I don't know what the in
vestigation will reveal, but if it
is murder, why not look for the
weapon hereabouts? Rumble went
off the wharf probably at this point.
“There it is, sir,” shouted the div
er. “The only thing I find.”
The object fell at our feet, a
; blackened, stained knife with a
; heavy blade, such a knife as a fish
! erman would use for cutting bait,
i Rogers picked it up, turning it about
In the sunlight, handling it gingerly.
Rogers paid off the diver, and I
picked up the still dripping bag and
we set off for police headquarters.
Lombardo was in his office when
we arrived. He greeted us with an
engaging smile, his eyes sparkling,
his stiff, black little mustache like
something carved of ebony.
“It is very sad, senores, the death
of your friend, Senor Rumble,” he
said, inviting us to sit.
Rogers began to detail what we
, knew of the separation at the bar, of
Rumble’s failure to join the fishing
I party and our subsequent fruitless
[ search, while the chief sat listening,
with now and then a question which
betrayed not too great an Interest.
, We had about talked the matter out
■ when Doctor Cruz appeared in the
s doorway.
j Doctor Cruz carried a package
wrapped in newspaper. He put it
down on the desk, and drew up a
chair.
“Senor Rumble,” he said, “prob
ably did not drown, as was suggest
ed.”
“No? What then?”
“There is a stab wound, gentle
men, under the left shoulder blade,
sufficient in my opinion, to have
caused death."
Rogers drew from his pocket the
dark, stained knife which the diver
had tossed upon the wharf. It was
dry by now, and it lay sinister and
evil-looking on the desk where Rog
ers placed it.
“Such a knife as this, Doctor?”
he asked.
Lombardo and Cruz stared at It
for some moments, then Cruz said,
"Yes, such a knife as that made
the wound.”
"Where did you find it, senor?”
Lombardo inquired, picking it up.
Rogers explained how it had come
into his hands. An exchange of
glances went around the circle.
“Do you know whose knife it is,
senor?"
“No, sir.”
Lombardo laid the knife aside
when both Dwight and I likewise
had disclaimed any knowledge of its
ownership. He reached for the pack
A few seconds later the head dis
appeared.
age Doctor Cruz had placed on the
desk and with thick brown lingers
snapped the cord.
"Those are articles removed from
the pockets of the dead man’s cloth
ing,” observed Doctor Cruz.
“The man was not robbed, do you
think?”
"I believe not,” Rogers answered.
“The last time any of us saw him
alive was at the hotel bar. He
opened the billfold at that time,
and, while I paid no particular at
tention, senor, I should judge that
he had approximately the same
amount of money in it as you found
there just now.”
"So we do not look for a thief as
the murderer of Senor Rumble,”
Lombardo commented. He turned
back to the little heap of Rumble’s
earthly possessions spread before
him. There was a watch which
had stopped at the hour 9:09.
Lombardo picked up the watch,
noting the position of the hands.
"This, then, gentlemen,” he re
marked, "indicates the time Senor
Rumble died. But not whether
morning or evening. Your Ameri
can watches—” He shrugged his
shoulders.
n s impossiDie—tne nour or nine
nine, night before last," said Rog
ers quickly. ‘‘The time was close
upon ten o'clock when we last saw
him alive at the hotel. He checked
out, I understand, half an hour or
so later and disappeared.”
"Ah. so?” said Lombardo, dis
carding the watch. “Where was he
bound? He must have been going
somewhere, because the diver finds
the bag in the water under the
wharf. I assume that first Senor
Rumble is stabbed and thrown from
the wharf, and next the murderer
throws over the bag to make his
disappearance complete.”
“I believe you’re correct, Senor
Lombardo," said Rogers. “The only
place he could have been going
was to Senor Nichols’ yacht. Se
nora Nichols had invited him to
come aboard with his luggage night
before last, to accompany the party
on its fishing expedition.”
“I understand, senor. And while
waiting on the wharf 10 be conveyed
to the yacht, he was set upon and
killed.”
“Exactly."
“Now, then,” Lombardo contin
ued, developing his questions logi
cally. “You were all on shore that
night, were you not?”
“With the exception,” said Dwight,
“of my wife and Senora Chatfleld,
who remained on board.”
“Of course, senor. Now, how did
! you all go aboard—together?”
Rogers spoke up. “Not exactly.
| Barry Madison and I went down to
the wharf about ten-thirty o’clock.
The launch was waiting, and w#
went out to the Orizaba immedi
ately.”
‘‘And the others?” Lombardo
looked at Dwight.
"Sam Chatfleld, his daughter El
sa, and I went down to the wharf
together,” Dwight replied.
"What was the time, senor?”
"We left the hotel at eleven-forty
flve,” Dwight answered, screwing
up his eyes in an effort to recall
the exact hour.
"Are these all who were going
aboard? Was Senor Barton one of
you?”
“Oh, yes—Reed Barton," Dwight
said. "Reed was waiting with his
bag on the wharf when we arrived.”
"He went ahead of you, then?”
"Yes. He’d gone around to his
hotel to get his things together
for the fishing cruise, and it was ar
ranged that he meet us at the
wharf.”
"Ah, so?” said Lombardo, his
sensitive eyebrows lifting slightly.
“Perhaps Senor Reed Barton should
explain.”
“I don’t know what time it was,”
Reed Barton replied to Lombardo’s
question. He had come to head
quarters in response to a telephoned
request which found him at his ho
tel. "Miss Chatfleld said that she
was beginning to tire, and didn’t I
think I’d better go get my things
and meet them down at the wharf.
We were dancing, you know, at the
Belmar. She would go down with
her father, and it wasn’t necessary
for me to go back to the Belmar
for her.”
"What time do you think it was?”
pressed Lombardo.
"What’s time, Senor Lombardo,
when there are no appointments to
keep?”
"Was there anyone else, senor, on
the wharf when you were?” asked
Lombardo.
“Not a soul, until the rest of the
party came down.”
"Was the launch waiting?”
“No, sir; it arrived from the yacht
a few minutes before my friends
reached the wharf.”
Lombardo lifted his eyebrows,
pursed his thick lips and seemed to
stare beyond the walls of his office.
Reed Barton’s gaze, which had been
fixed during the questioning upon
the chief, dropped to the varied as
sortment of objects on the desk.
I saw it come to rest upon the ugly
weapon that presumably had slain
Rumble.
“What are you doing with my fish
ing knife, senor?” he asked, leaning
forward to pick it up.
“Ah, so? It is your knife?” asked
Lombardo craftily.
"Yes." He turned it about in his
fingers, searching for marks of iden
tification. "Yes, it’s mine. How do
you happen to have it?” He looked
at Lombardo, and, before the latter
had time to answer, the realization
broke over him. “Oh, I see! So
that's it! My knife killed Rumble!"
“Yes, senor,” said Lombardo
grimly. “You admit it’s yours. It
seems the only thing I can do now,
senor, is to lock you up again.”
“But I didn’t kill him,” protested
Reed Barton, the color going from
his face. “I swear I didn’t. I don’t
understand about the knife, though,
even if it is mine.”
Rogers suddenly got to his feet,
dominating the rest of us who still
sat about the desk.
“Senor Lombardo,” he said sharp
ly, “if I give you my word that
Reed Barton will submit to arrest at
any time you desire within the next
day or two, will you let him go free
now?”
‘‘It is an unusual request, se
nor—” began Lombardo.
“There are several things that yet
need investigation. I promise you
the name of the murderer—or the
person of Reed Barton.”
Lombardo shrugged his shoulders.
He glanced at Doctor Cruz. There
was the merest flicker in the hard
eyes of the medico legista behind
the screen of cigarette smoke. Lom
bardo stood up.
“Okey,‘* he said.
It was a long day crowded with
activity. The sequence of tragic
events over the past few days served
to drive us for mutual comfort into
a compact group. First Chesebro,
then Sam Chatfleld, and now George
Rumble. The mere fact that Rum
ble, the sartorial as well as social
misfit among us, had been one in
our sequence of tragedy, lifted him
with all his faults to a permanent
place in our hearts. He had become
one of the tragic elect.
“But do you make anything of it
all. Hunt?” I asked that evening aft
er dinner at the rancho. "It’s so
mixed up; there are so many points
that conflict.” We sat once more
within the walls of the fragrant pa
tio, where overhead the huge leaves
of the bananas rustled in the stir
rings of the night air.
“There is much to be made of it
and again very little,” he answered.
“The thing is still screwy. Nothing
dovetails with anything else. Those
among our close circle die and the
guilty one goes unpunished, or, rath
er, unidentified—”
“But how are we going to get any
where, Hunt? Have we all the
facts?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
1917
12-42
I
'8552
34-48
The Right Jumper.
IF YOU’VE been waiting for the
*• right jumper costume for larger
women to come along—you need
wait no longer. It is here—in this
button front style, with the waist
defining set-in belt and the classic
blouse.
• • •
Pattern No. 8552 Is in sizes 34. 36. 38.
40, 42. 44, 46 and 48. Size 36 Jumper
takes 3',« yards 39-inch material. Long
sleeve blouse, 2V* yards.
Suit Pick-Up.
a bright new feeling to
^ your suit by adding a splash
of color in the shape of a neatly
fitted weskit! Complete the re
juvenating treatment with a soft,
whopping sized handbag to match!
• • •
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1917 is de
signed for sizes 12, 14. 16, 18. 20; 40 and 42.
Corresponding bust measurements 30, 32.
34. 36, 38 . 40 and 42. Size 14 (32) weskit
requires 1?» yards 39-inch material; hand
bag % yard.
A small section of rubber hose
slipped over the end of a faucet
will help to prevent chipping and
breaking of glassware.
• • •
When sewing, a medicine dropper
filled with water and run along a
seam which is to be pressed, is
the simplest method of dampen
ing the material.
• • *
If your laundry stove smokes
when first lighted, open the lower
door of the chimney, place a roll
of newspaper inside and ignite it.
The heat will drive the heavy,
damp air out and restore the nat
ural draft.
• • •
Sometimes a bole is burned or
worn in an otherwise good white
tablecloth. The damage can be
repaired most effectively by stitch
ing a crocheted motif of fine
thread over the hole and cutting
away the worn or damaged fabric
underneath. Add one or more ad
ditional motifs so the crocheted
work looks intentional.
• • •
Insulating board, cut to proper
shape and size, makes a neat and
serviceable table pad. For larger
tables, it can be made in sections.
—
Due to an unusually large demand and
current war conditions, slightly more time
is required In filling orders for a few of
the most popular pattern numbers.
Send your order to:
SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT.
530 South Wells St. Chicago
Enclose 20 cents In coins for each
pattern desired.
Pattern No.Size.
Name ...
Address .
Q, four d/tops n&liwe
Miseries
of Sneezy,
SNIFFLY COLDS
Put 3-purpese Va-tro-nol up each
nostril. It 11) shrinks swollen
membranes, (2) soothes irritation,
(3) helps clear cold- imeiaew
clogged nose. Follow VlCRSI
VA-TRO-NOL
Two-Acre Tree
A banyan tree in Bali, one of the
largest in the world, covers twa
acres.
SNAPPY FACTS 1
ABOUT
RUBBER
Low costs prevailing, post
war world consumption of
natural and synthetic rubber
may total 2,000,000 tons a
year, is the prediction mado
recently by Jefin L Collyer,
president of The B. F. Good
rich Co. This would bo nearly
twice as much as ever con
sumed in a record year to
date.
Some 32 million pounds of rubber
will be needed by the Army Sig
nal Corps this year for insulating
W-110-B wire used in maintaining
direct communications. An additional
4 million pounds will be required
for friction and splicing tape. Just
two of the many rubber-using
Items of this Army branch.
Ilium ei peace
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fIRST IN RUBBER
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