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Refresh Yourself With Chilled Drinks
(See Recipes Below)
Frosty Foods
Along about summertime, there
should be a new word added to our
vocabularies — cooluscious. That’s
right, something cool and luscious
to make us forget sweltering sun,
high temperature and humidity.
In this class of foods come the
cool, tinkling drinks, dewy salads
ana rrosty des
serts. Even the
main dish can be
cool, a filling
meal salad for
those who want
hearty foods, jel
lied tuna or salm
on molds with icy
cucumber sauce.
or heaps or satisfying potato saiaa.
Whole meals can be made from
cool foods, but it's a good idea to
have something warm, even if only
toasted or heated rolls so the family
does not tire of them. Sometimes
you’ll find a cup of hot tea more
cooling with cool foods than an iced
drink; other times, it's just the op
posite. Let your Judgment guide
you.
Let's begin with a round-up of
cooling drinks, some plain, some
partifled :
Strawberry Frost.
1 pint strawberries
1 pint lemon Ice
Carbonated water
Clean and crush berries. Pour
Into six glasses. Add lemon ice and
stir until well mixed, then fill glasses
with carbonated water.
'Fruited Tea.
(Serves 8)
3 lemons
1 cup boiling water
1 cup granulated sugar
1 quart cold, strong tea
S oranges, sliced
% cup maraschino cherries
1 cup canned apricots
Squeeze juice from lemons. Cover
skins with water and !et stand until
cool. Drain, pressing water oft
skins. Combine with sugar, lemon
Juice. Add tea, orange slices, juice
drained from cherries and apricots.
Chill. Chop apricots and cherries;
add with ice to beverage just be
fore serving.
Save Used Fats!
Cherry Milk Flip.
6 tablespoons canned cherry juice
2 tablespoons corn syrup
Few grains salt
1 cup milk
Blend cherry juice with corn syr
up. Add salt and stir in cold milk.
Turn into chilled glass and top with
• spoonful of whipped cream, gar
nish with fresh or canned cherry and
• sprig of fresh mint. Yield 1 glass.
Lemonade Syrup.
(Makes 1 pint)
% cup lemon Juice
2 cups boiling water
1 cap granulated sugar
Squeeze juice from lemons. Pour
water over them and let stand 15
minutes. Drain, press water from
skins, then combine with juice and
sugar in saucepan. Simmer for 10
Lynn Says
Cool Lunch Quickies: For quick
summer lunches, store sandwich
fillings in tightly covered jars in
refrigerator. When ready to
serve, take out spread bread:
Try grated carrot with chopped
celery, mayonnaise, salt and pep
per.
Combine chopped green pepper
with salad dressing and spread
over sliced tomatoes. This is col
orful, too!
Flake leftover salmon, mix with
pickle relish, mayonnaise and use
on rye or whole wheat bread.
Cold leftover ham loaf is good
with mustard or horseradish on
pumpernickel bread.
Chopped hard-boiled eggs com
bined with sliced stuffed olives,
softened bptter, salt and pepper
goes best on toasted white bread.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menu
•Macaroni Salad
Buttered Asparagus
Pickled Beets
Rolls and Butter
•Strawberry ParTait
Cookies ‘Fruited Tea
•Recipe given.
minutes. Pour Into sterile jar and
store until ready to use in refrigera
tor. Use 4 to 5 tablespoons to glass
filled 44 full with ice and water.
Cooling salads may be either the
mainstay of the meal, accompani
ment to the meat or a dessert. Rec
ipes for each of the types are given
here:
•Macaroni Salad.
(Serves 8)
1 8-ounce package macaroni
3 tablespoons grated onion
44 cup chopped green pepper
44 cup chopped stuffed ollvea
1 cup chopped tart red apple
44 cup chopped nuts
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon salt
44 cup salad dressing
Cook macaroni In boiling salted
water until ten- •
der. Drain. Rinse !
with hot water.
Chill thoroughly.
Add remaining in
gredients and toss
lightly. Serve In j
crisp lettuce cups. :
Molded Beet Salad.
(Serve* 6)
1 tablespoon unflavored gelatin
M cup cold water
% cup boiling water
% cup lemon juice
1 teaspoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2H cups cooked shredded beet*
y* cup diced celery
2 tablespoons grated horseradish
Soak gelatin in cold water. Add
to boiling water, stir until dissolved.
Add lemon juice, salt, sugar and
chill until mixture thickens. Add re
maining ingredients. Mix well. Pour
into a mold which has been rinsed
with cold water. Chill until firm.
Unmold on lettuce and garnish with
green pepper slices.
Save Utvd Fats!
Froien Pear Salad.
(Serves 4)
V< pound soft American cheese
Vt cup top milk
V* <;up mayonnaise
1 cup cream or evaporated milk,
whipped
2 tablespoons sugar
8 halves canned pears
W teaspoon salt
Watercress
Rub cheese through sieve and mix
together all ingredients except pears
^ and watercress.
< Arrange pears,
core side down in
flat dish and pour
over them the
i cheese mixture.
' Allow to freeze
. until stiff, then
unmold on watercress.
Desserts that are menu-perfect
and point-easy are these:
•Strawberry Parfait.
(Makes 1H pints)
V4 cup sugar
Vi cup cold water
1 egg separated
1 pint strawberries
1 cup cream or evaporated milk,
whipped
Boil sugar and water until syrup
forms a thread. Pour over beaten
egg yolk, beating constantly. Com
bine stiffly beaten egg white and beat
until cool. Chill, fold in berries
which have been pressed through a
sieve and whipped cream. Put in
refrigerator tray and freeze.
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THE STORY THUS FAR: Forty-four
year-old Wilbert Winkle, who operates a
repair shop in tbe alley back of his
home. Is nolihed by his draft board that
he Is In 1-A. He breaks the bad news
to bis domineering wife, Amy, who now
hates to part with him. On arriving at
camp Mr. Winkle Is given his physical
and to his great surprise and dismay, Is
accepted for service. He Is sent to Camp
Squibb, a thousand miles from home,
where he meets Mr. Tinker, a man of
his own age. After much hard training,
Mr. Winkle is called In before his su
perior officer and told he Is over 38
and can go home If he chooses, but
Winkle says he'll stay In the army. He
graduates from Motor Mechanics school.
CHAPTER IX
Mr. Winkle peered at him through
his glasses and blinked. He has seen
the Army work other wonders, even
on himself, but never a miracle like
this. "That's all right," he mur
mured.
"I suppose," Freddie went on,
"I’m responsible for you being
called ’Pop,’ too."
"I don’t mind,” Mr. Winkle as
sured him. "In fact, I rather like
it."
"Me,” said Mr. Tinker, “I don’t
believe it. It’s somebody else pre
tending to be him."
"He’s a reformed character,"
Jack agreed.
Freddie looked at the bar. “I’m
not so reformed I won’t buy every
body a drink."
Over their glasses, in the noisy bar.
Freddie explained how he had
“I’m not so reformed I won’t buy
everybody a drink.”
come to see the light. He was ar
ticulate about it.
“The kid here did it,” he said,
indicating Jack. “When I figure the
Army made him almost up to lick
ing me, I thought it must have
something. Even for me. I got a
look at myself, I mean, what I had
been. I didn't even like my mus
tache.”
“What about the Alphabet?” Mr.
Winkle inquired.
“He isn’t so bad,” Freddie an
swered, “when you get to know
him."
“You see?” Jack asked. “He’s
got the right attitude. Of course,
he may still need a little polishing
here and there, but I’m doing that.”
Jack gave a practical demonstra
tion of this when Freddie’s gaze
wandered to girls in the bar. "Come
on,” he told Freddie, “you're a
strictly USO type now.”
The next day Mr. Winkle was giv
en a week's furlough. The perma
nent post to which he and the other
Motor Mechanics School Graduates
were to be sent wouldn’t be ready
to receive them for this length of
time. He could, if he wished, re
turn home at his own expense.
He sent Amy a telegram and then
boarded a train.
Amy was at the station to meet
him. At first they just stared at
each other without being able to do
anything else. It was an awkward
moment. Then Amy cried, “Oh,
Wilbert, I didn’t think I would ever
see you again!"
They embraced. He felt clumsy
when he kissed her. It was almost
as strange coming back to her as
it was leaving her.
“Why,” said Amy, “I hardly know
you.” She seemed surprised. She
touched the buttons of his uniform.
“How are you?” he asked.
“I'm fine.” She examined him
again in some admiration. “I nev
er thought you'd look like that in a
uniform. And your stomach—it’s
gone. You'll have to have your pic
ture taken.”
i “Well," he asked again, “how are
you, Amy?”
“I’m fine,’’#she repeated.
Mr. Winkle drove, for the novelty
of feeling a regular car under his
hands. It seemed light and danger
ous after the trucks and command
cars with which he had dealt lately
in his field training.
He sensed Amy looking at him.
“You've put on weight.” She
spoke in an aggrieved tone.
“I wrote you about it,” he re
minded.
“At least ten pounds."
“Twelve and a half.”
“You never did that before.” She
sounded still more hurt. “No mat
ter how much I fed you.”
“It isn’t the cooking,’’ he assured
her. “It’s the exercise and being
outdoors that makes you eat more.”
Though he knew she felt better
after he said this, a restraint re
mained between them. They found
they could not at once, and easily,
take up where they left oft. The
months in between, during which
each had had another life, interfered
and came between them. They had
to get to know each other all over
again.
Mr. Winkle sensed her staring at
him anew, in a different way. He
glanced at her, and saw that her
gaze was contemplative, searching,
a little suspicious.
He feared that she was reverting
to being a termagant, and that the
effects of his suddenly being made
into a soldier were wearing off. He
supposed he couldn't be sure about
that until after the war and he re
turned, if he did. to his regular life.
“Wilbert,” she asked, “did you see
any women?”
“I told you I’d send you a post
card when I found somebody else,”
he said. “You didn’t get one, did
you?”
“No,” she admitted slowly. She
sat staring at him and he turned to
look her for an instant straight in
the eye. "I’m glad I didn’t,” she
told him in a low voice.
Mr. Winkle was happy when she
dropped the subject.
It was his turn to feel hurt when
they reached the house and sneaked
inside so none of the neighbors would
see him.
Penelope, instead of greeting him
Joyously, as would have been ex
pected, scrunched down on the floor,
growling and barking, and glaring
at him with disapproval. Mrs. Win
kle scolded her, but it made no im
pression. Even when Mr. Winkle
spoke to her coaxingly and let her
sniif his hand, she wouldn't accept
him or have anything to do with
him. So far as Penelope was con
cerned, he was a stranger in his
own house.
It was barely daylight when he
awakened. He expected to hear the
bustle of many men moving and
cursing and the bugle tootling its
dreadful call. He listened, not quite
sure of where he was. He heard
Amy’s light breathing. He looked
at his watch. It was exactly 5:45.
He tried to go back to sleep again.
This was the morning of his king
ship.
But the king Wouldn’t sleep any
more. Harsh habit interfered, re
fusing him his crown.
It being also his accustomed time
to eat, he felt hungry. After a time
he got up quietly, put on his bath
robe, over his pajamas, and went
out. Downstairs, Penelope growled,
snarled when he spoke to her, and
snapped when he made to pat her.
He wandered outdoors just as a
strange newsboy delivered the pa
per. The boy looked at him, star
tled, then interested, then wise, and
went away whistling. ....
Mr. Winkle didn’t approve of such
precocious behavior in one so young.
He investigated the kitchen, over
Penelope’s continued protests, and
devoured odd assortments of food.
He had an idea that tickled him.
Sometime later, with a daintily
prepared tray and the newspaper
resting at one side of it, he went
in to awaken Amy. Her eyes went
wide and staring as he saluted and
announced: “Breakfast in bed for
you, queen.”
Mr. Winkle visited his shop to see
that his tools and machines were in
good order. He made small repairs
about the house. He had his photo
graph taken so that Amy could have
him up over the mantel while he was
away, or if he didn't ever return.
He talked with Mr. Wescott, who
first laughed outright at the sight of
Mr. Winkle in his uniform and then
was prone to be triumphant about
his prediction for him. “What did I
tell you?” he crowed. “You’re be
ing used as a mechanic, just like I
said. You’ll stay right here."
Formerly he and Mr. Wescott had
considered together the large and
broad scale aspects of war, and now
his neighbor expected that, as an
actual military man, he would have
some expert ideas.
“Our antitank guns,” Mr. Wescott
inquired, “are they going to be able
to stop the Germans?”
“I don't know a thing about them,"
said Mr. Winkle.
“But surely in your training—”
Mr. Winkle coughed apologetical
ly. “I never saw one.”
Mr. Wescott considered. A little
of his pompousness left him and he
proposed, "Perhaps I shouldn't be
asking such questions. You proba
bly have your orders not to let out
any military secrets.”
“No,” said Mr. Winkle, “that isn't
it. 1 don’t know any military se
crets.”
“Tanks?” asked Mr. Wescott.
"I’ve never seen a tank.”
Mr. Wescott stared at him. He
dropped the subject, and took up the
Mediterranean campaign.
“How is it coming along?” Mr.
Winkle asked.
“Do you mean to say you don’t
know?" demanded Mr. Wescott.
“Well,” said Mr. Winkle, “I hardly
ever saw a paper in camp. Since
I’ve been home I’ve glanced at the
headlines a little, but I haven’t read
the details much.”
"You,” spluttered Mr. Wescott,
“above all people, you, in the serv
ice—”
“There isn't much time to think
about it,” Mr. Winkle apologized.
“But you don’t even sound inter
ested,” Mr. Wescott complained.
“Somehow,” said Mr. Winkle,
'Tve come to leave that up to the
generals."
“Of course,” said Mr Wescott
stiffly. “Yes. Of course.” He gath
ered the forces of his indignation
and scolded pettishly, "All I can say
is that you aren’t any more of a
soldier than I thought you'd be.”
Too late, Mr. Winkle realized that
he had offended his neighbor, that
Mr. Wescott thought he meant to
squelch and ridicule him as an arm
chair strategist. That had not been
his intention at alL It was simply
that he and Mr. Wescott had grown
apart, that they had become strang
ers.
Domestically, the Winkles were as
happy as they ever had been. They
lived the few days he was home
like a honeymoon taken up from
where it was dropped many years
before.
Amy seemed intent on making up
to Mr. Winkle the period she had
been shrewish, and he decided to
enjoy this, no matter what might
happen after the war.
She sewed on several buttons for
him, and though her way wasn’t ex
actly the manner in which he had
learned to sew, he was delighted to
have her do it After that first
morning, Mr. Winkle managed to
stay in bed long enough for Amy,
by getting up very early, to bring
him his breakfast there.
The weather was fine and Mrs.
Winkle squandered her gasoline ra
tion by going on a picnic with him
every day into the woods. On these
trips even Penelope agreed to wag
her tail sluggishly at the soldier,
though she still wouldn’t accept him
wholeheartedly.
They spoke little of the war and
his portion of it. Not that they took
it for granted, or had become fatal
istic about it, but they wished to
forget it during the time they had
together. Only on the day of his
departure did the war come again
between them.
Once more he held her in his
arms. She wept, and he felt like
crying, too. Then, when they parted,
for a fleeting instant before they
spoke or moved again, he saw that
she looked at him defiantly, nearly
with antagonism. But it wasn’t a
But the King couldn’t sleep any
more.
hen-pecking look. It was like the
unreasonable anger of a person who
loves another a great deal when the
other has put himself in mortal’dan
ger.
• • •
Sergeant Technician Wilbert
George Winkle would have preferred
to be alone in one of the upper
berths rather than occupying a low
er berth with Corporal Technician
Tinker. But that was the way the
Army said it was to be on the troop
train roaring through the cold night,
and that was the way it was.
Mr. Tinker, besides taking up most
of the space with his bulk, leaving
only a few inches for Mr. Winkle,
was in addition restless because,
having boarded the train at night,
none of them even knew in which
direction it was going.
All they were sure of was that
they were being shipped to an em
barkation port.
Mr. Tinker twisted, nearly knock
ing Mr. Winkle out of the berth, and
stared out the window. “Not a star,”
he said. “Mebbe I couldn't read
them anyway, but you say you can.”
“I think we’re going south,” the
man above them called down.
“What do you think we're going
to, the Civil War?” someone de
manded. “I hear they ain't finished
fighting it down there yet.”
“Naw,” another differed. “It’s
east. That means England and the
Nasties.” This was for Mr. Tinker’s
sake, to devil him about being sent
to fight the Germans instead of the
Japs.
“What’s it matter which way?”
someone else wanted to know. "You
ain’t going to get off and catch an
other train, are you?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Strawberry Patch Quilt
A “STRAWBERRY patch” quilt
makes one of the loveliest
quilts you’ve ever seen! Big, fat
berries about 5Vt inches across
are appliqued—plain blocks have
white strawberry flower designs to
be quilted—leaf design around bor
der is quilted in pale green thread.
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Pin a turkish towel over the ta
ble part of your sewing machine
to keep slick materials from slid
ing off when sewing.
• • •
Adhesive tape on toe and heel
of baby’s shoes will keep him from
taking a header on the newly
waxed floor.
• • •
A sewing machine should be
oiled after every ten hours of use,
by putting a drop of oil on each
bearing, as directed in the book of
instructions.
• • •
To clear the room of tobacco
smoke, place a dish of vinegar in
the room.
• • •
When there is sickness at home,
set the alarm clock to ring at
medicine-taking time.
• • •
Make yonr extension electric
cord last longer by wrapping it
around something cylindrical
when not in use.
* • •
Before putting away wallpaper
after rooms have been decorated,
it is a good plan to thumb-tack a
few large pieces to the attic or
store-room walls where they will
get rays of sunlight. When paper
needs to be patched, you will have
paper that has faded to the same
shade.
• • •
Make your own celery salt by
drying celery leaves, rolling into a
fine dust and adding in an equal
amount of salt.
• • •
A spring clothespin painted to
match kitchen equipment is a use
ful addition to the kitchen for re
moving hot kettle covers of the
ring type.
• • •
If you will keep your jar of pea
nut butter turned upside down on
the pantry shelf, the oil will stay
mixed and the top of the butter
will not dry out.
No Traffic Lights
Buenos Aires, the world’s 11th
largest city, has no traffic lights,
having removed them shortly aft
er their installation in 1932 be
cause the Argentines refused to
obey them on the grounds that
only barbarians should be sub
jected to control by mechanical
devices.
You will obtain complete cutting pat
tern for Strawberry Quilt (Pattern No.
5397), quantities of materials specified, fin
ishing directions and quilting directions.
Send your order to:
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END LAXATIVE HABIT
THIS EASY WAY! 1
Millions Now Take Simple
Fresh Fruit Drink — Find
Harsh Laxatives
Unnecessary
It’s lemon and water. Tea!—just
the juice of 1 Sunkist Lemon in a
glass of water—first thing on
arising.
Taken first thing in the morning,
this wholesome drink stimulates
bowel action in a natural way—
assures most people of prompt,
normal elimination.
Why not change to this healthful
habit; Lemon and water is good
for you. Lemons are among the
richest sources of vitamin C, which
combats fatigue, helps you resist
colds and infections. They also
supply Bj and P. They alkalinize,
aid appetite and digestion. Lemon
and water has a fresh tang, too—
clears the mouth, wakes you up!
Try this grand wake-up drink
10 mornings. See if it doesn't help
you! Use California Sunkist
Lemons.
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ABOUT
RUBBER
After the war American syn
thetic plants should produce
enough to meet our military
requirements, perhaps 200,
000 tons or more a year, and
as much additional as can bo
fustifled through the free play
of economic forces to meet
then current civilian needs.
This is the recommendation of
John L Collyer, president of
The B. F. Goodrich Co.
At the beginning of the year our stock
pile of natural rubber was less tha%
one quarter of what It was at the
time of PearlHarbor.Unless planta
tions are recaptured from the Japs
and Immediately put into operation
our imports of crude are not ex
pected to exceed 80,000 tons in 1944.
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