Put Pears Into Your Canning Schedule
(See Recipes Below)
Relish With Meals
These later summer months find
the markets still dotted with fruits
that make won
derful jams and
relishes. Those of
you who want
that extra special
something to add
I to your meals
j during winter will
want to take advantage of the crops
and put them up in various forms.
Most fall fruit is sweet and re
quires little of precious sugar in the
preserving. Making them into jams,
butters or marmalades will give you
the joy of having the fruit instead of
just the juice.
Pears made into jam or honey
have long been favorites throughout
the nation, and these are recipes I
know you’ll like. Commercial pectin
assures you of success in making
the thick, jellted consistency, and
miraculously gives you more jam
than you dreamed possible out of a
small batch of fruit.
Ripe Pear Jam.
(Makes 8 six-ounce glasses)
>4 cups prepared fruit
44 cups sugar
1 box powdered fruit pectin
To prepare fruit, peel and core
about 24 pounds fully ripe pears.
Crush thoroughly or grind.
Measure sugar into a dry dish and
set aside until needed. Measure
fruit into a 5 or 8 quart kettle, filling
up last cup or fraction of cup with
water, if necessary.
Place over hottest fire. Add pow
dered fruit pectin, mix well and
continue stirring until mixture
comes up to a hard boil. Pour In
sugar at once and continue stirring
until mixture comes to a hard boil.
Pour In sugar immediately, stirring
constantly. To reduce foaming, V4
teaspoon butter may be added. Con
tinue stirring, bring to a full, rolling
boil and boil hard 1 minute.
Remove from fire, skim, pour
Quickly. Paraffin hot jam at once.
The peach crop is good this year.
Peaches and oranges are a delight
ful combination with Just a sugges
tion of lemon:
Peach-Orange Marmalade.
t doaeu large peaches, peeled
6 oranges
Juice of 1 lemon
Sugar (H as much as fruit)
Cut the peel from three of the or
anges into pieces. Cover with wa
ter and boil until
tender. Drain and
grind. Cut peaches M
and oranges (dis-w
card peel of other Q
three) into thin fc .
slices and add T’
lemon juice. Measure and add %
of the amount of sugar. Boil rapidly
until thick and clear. Pour into
clean, hot jars and seal.
Spiced crabapples are good ac
companiments for meats. In fact,
when you serve meat with a relish
such as this, it will even seem to
stretch a small meat course:
Lynn Says
Popular Choice: You'll like
fried chicken if it's dipped in
cornflakes instead of bread
crumbs for a change.
Cottage cheese molds nicely
when mixed with garden green
onions, radishes, diced green pep
per and seasonings. Serve on
lettuce for a luncheon treat.
Bread Pudding: Try it with
brown sugar instead of white for
a different touch. If you make it
plain with raisins, try a lemon
custard sauce.
Scrambled Eggs on the menu?
Serve with jelly, sauteed chicken
livers or french fried shrimp. All
are combinations hard to beat.
Au gratin vegetables: Cabbage,
cauliflower, potatoes and toma
toes. For a topping try crushed
cereal like cornflakes with butter
and melted cheese.
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Fried Chicken
Green Beans, French Style
Lyonnaise Potatoes
ChifTonade Salad
Cloverleaf Rolls
Blueberry Pie
Beverage
Spiced Crabapples.
3 pounds crabapples
3 pounds sugar
3 cups vinegar
Stick of cinnamon
Cloves
Take blossoms off the crabapples,
but leave stems on them. Steam
apples until tender, not soft. Boil
vinegar, sugar and spices for 15
minutes. Skim and put in fruit.
Boil apples about 5 minutes, not al
lowing skins to break. Seal in hot,
clean, sterilized jars.
Pear Butter.
Wash, pare and core ripe pears.
Add just enough water to prevent
sticking. Cook until soft, then press
! through a sieve. Add 2 tablespoons
lemon juice, Vi teaspoon nutmeg and
1 cup sugar to each quart of pulp.
Boil rapidly until thick. Pour into
hot, sterile jars. Process 10 min
utes in a hot water bath.
Pear Honey.
Pare, core, chop and measure
hard-ripe pears. Add a little water
if necessary to start cooking. Boil
10 minutes. To each quart of
chopped pears, add 3 cups sugar,
Juice of 1 lemon, grated rind of V4
lemon and V4 teaspoon ground gin
ger. Boil until thick. Pour into
hot, sterile jars: seal at once. Or
ange and nutmeg may be used in
stead of lemon and ginger.
Quinces and apples are a good
combination in this marmalade:
Quince-Apple Marmalade.
Pare, core and chop 6 quinces and
3 tart apples. Cover quince with wa
ter and cook until ^
tender. Add apple
and cook 10 min
utes. Measure. *
Add cup sug- (
ar for each cup j
of fruit and juice.
Boil to jellying
point. Pour into
hot jars and seal at once.
Tomatoes spiced with lemon, cin
namon and ginger root are a splen
did accompaniment to many meals.
You’ll like the rich, red color of
them, too:
Tomato Preserves.
2 pounds tomatoes
4 cups sugar
lit cups water
1 lemon
1 stick cinnamon
2 pieces ginger root
Use small, firm tomatoes. Scald
1 minute. Dip into cold water. Skin,
but do not core. Combine sugar,
lemon, sliced thin, cinnamon and
ginger and simmer together 20 min
utes. Remove cinnamon and gin
ger. Add tomatoes and boil gently
until they are bright and clear. Cov
er and let stand overnight. Pack
cold tomatoes into hot sterile jars.
Boil syrup until as thick as honey
and pour over tomatoes. Process 15
minutes in a boiling water bath at
simmering.
Ranch Preserves.
Soak dried apricots or peaches
overnight in water to cover. Drain.
Measure fruit. For each quart, make
a syrup of 3 cups sugar and 1 cup
! water in which fruit was soaked.
Boil 5 minutes. Cool. Add fruit
and cook until thick and clear. If
syrup becomes too thick before fruit
is done, add % cup water. Pour into
! hot jars and seal at once.
If you wish additional instruction for
canning fruit or berries, write to Miss
: Lynn Chambers, 210 South Desplaines
Street, Chicago 6, Illinois. I’lease en
close stamped, self-addressed envelope
for your reply.
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GOD IS MY
*. CO-PILOT
fcCol. Roberf L.Scott WNU release
The story thus far: After many un
successful attempts, Scott Anally makes
West Point, and In the summer of 1932
after being graduated and commissioned
as a second lieutenant of Infantry goes to
Europe, which he tours on a motorcycle.
He Is happy when be Anally arrives at
Randolph Field, Texas, and becomes an
air cadet, for to Ay has been his life’s
dream. He Is graduated from Kelly Aeld
and has some wings pinned on his chest.
He Is now an army pilot. Then came
orders to report In Hawaii, which leaves
Scott pretty blue, as he wanted to get
married to a girl In Georgia, to whose
home he had driven over 84,000 miles
while on week-end trips from Texas. He
tells the General about his plight.
CHAPTER IV
It took them thirty minutes to find
out that the mere fact that I was
traveling in a car with a Western
license plate didn't make me Pretty
Boy Floyd, who they said was on
the prowl in that area. I finally
had to telephone the Commanding
Officer of Mitchel Field, and as he
didn’t know me, all he could say was
that an officer by the name of Lieu
tenant Scott was supposed to be on
the way to Mitchel from Kelly. Any
way, I still don’t think I looked—
even then—like Pretty Boy Floyd.
My arrival at my new station was
the start of a hectic time for the
Air Corps. First I began to try to
work in some flying time by volun
teering for every flight I could get
I had an especially good break when
I got on the Department of Com
merce weather flights. I used to
have to get up at two o’clock in
the morning and take off—no mat
ter what the weather was — at
2:45 a. m.
On one of these I found myself in
quite a bit of trouble. As soon as I
took off I went on to instrument fly
ing and climbed up through the
heavy clouds in the Curtiss Falcon
—known then as an 0-39. Out to
the side, fastened to the “N” struts.
I could dimly see the barometro
graph which was to record the
changing weather as we climbed to
as* high as the ship would go. It
was necessary to climb at a con
stant three hundred feet a minute,
which in several thousand feet be
came fairly monotonous. I finally
adjusted the stabilizer so that the
ship would climb this altitude, and
then all I had to do was to keep the
wings straight and level with the
turn and bank indicator and the
course constant with the gyro.
But I bad reckoned without real
knowledge of flying. My first indi
cation of trouble came at some sev
enty-five hundred feet, when I was
surprised to see the reflection of
the moon down directly beneath my
ship. I then forgot all caution and
tried to fly partly on instruments
and partly by visual reference. This
I learned pretty soon was about Im
possible, for I went into the nicest
spin I have ever seen. Recovering
about four thousand feet below, I
tried It again but the same thing
happened. I then realized that after
I had set my stabilizer for the steady
climb of three hundred feet per min
ute. as the fuel was used the weight
of the ship decreased and the nose
went up, for the fuel was of course
forward. This gradually precipitat
ed a stall which turned into a spin
as the big Conqueror twisted the
fuselage from propeller torque. I
had to resolve to do all my instru
ment flying by hand until the auto
matic pilots were perfected later.
That afternoon 1 looked at the
graph paper of the barometer re
cording, and there were two little
jagged lines, plainly showing where
the ship had lost nearly four thou
sand feet in two spins.
The weather flights got pretty mo
notonous, and I would take off from
Mitchel and fly up over Boston,
then let back down to my home
base. Finally the meteorologist
caught on and told me to please
stay over the area, as he had other
weather ships taking the same read
ings over Boston.
These flights taught me enough to
save my life when the Army took
over the airmail contracts a little
later in the year.
If you remember 1934—there was
trouble between the Government
and the air lines concerning airmail
contracts. To me even this was
a life-saver in securing flying time,
for all of us had recently been or
dered to fly no more than four
hours a month. This was the bare
minimum to receive flying pay. and,
as it turned out for many, the best
way to get killed in airplanes. It’s
still a game that takes constant
practice.
The weather we flew in to carry
the mail during the winter of 1934
was about the worst in history. I
sometimes think the powers on high
collaborated to give us a supreme
test. There were fourteen pilots
killed along that airmail run. and
most of them were killed because we
had no instruments for the ships, or
at least not the proper type for fly
ing blind. We flew pursuit ships,
which carried ftfty-five pounds of
mail; we flew old B-6 bombers that
would carry a ton of mail at a
speed of eighty miles an hour, pro
viding the wind in front of you
wasn’t too strong—sometimes they
almost went backwards. We flew
everything from a Curtiss Condor
.vhich Mrs. Roosevelt had been us
ing, to the old tri-niotored Fords.
And we flew through the worst
weather in the country.
The route that I flew from Chica
go, to Cleveland, to Newark, was
what was known to all airmail pilots
as the “Hell Stretch”—and it was
just that, as I found out pretty
quickly.
Sometimes people on new jobs got
mixed up and sent the Cleveland
mail in the wrong direction from
Chicago, towards Omaha, or sent
the Chicago mail from Cleveland
to New York, the reverse direction
—just normal events amid the
“growing pains" of an Army flying
the mail.
Once the control officer Anally got
a man in the air after sweating the
weather out to the West for days.
I saw his ship take off and disap
pear in the snowstorm. Then I saw
Sam Harris jump up, for the U. S.
mail truck had just driven up. It
was late, and in the excitement of
getting the ship’s clearance the ea
ger pilot had forgotten to wait to
have the mail loaded. The control
officer had to call him back and
start all over.
About that time, when men had
begun to die on airmail, I wrote a
letter to this girl, the same one I
had been going to see by automo
bile from Texas. It was addressed
to her in case the “old ship hit some
Col. Robert L. Scott Jr., author of
"God Is My Co-Pilot.*’
thing,” and I carried it around in
my pocket during all my trips of
airmail—I nearly wore it out, just
carrying it But the ship didn’t hit
anything and she didn’t see it. In it
I must have just asked her to mar
ry me—that’s all I used to ask her
anyway.
One night I took off from Chicago
and came to Cleveland. They
couldn't find the man who was sup
posed to take the mall on to New
ark; I found out later that he was
sick. So I talked them into letting
me take the ship on East. I climbed
in and headed out towards the bad
weather. When I got to it. follow
ing the experience I had gained in
the months before and the advice
I had received from the airline pi
lots, I climbed instead of diving,
to hunt for a way through. At
18,000 feet I came out and over the
clouds. I was alone, for as far as
you could see. There were stars
and a moon, and down below were
the swirling clouds over the Alle
ghenies, dropping their snow and
ice. If I had turned back towards
Cleveland, I would have had to let
down in the dark and probably would
have crashed. So I decided to head
Into tlje clear sky of the night, at
18,000 feet, and as the dawn came
the next morning I started my let
down, for at least I would have light
in which to make the landing.
My radio had not worked since I
had got into the snow and ice; so I
was flying merely by dead-reckon
ing. I let down somewhere over
what I thought was northern Penn
sylvania, but after buzzing the town
and reading the name, found I was
over Binghamton, New York. I flew
on South, having remembered a field
at Scranton, Pennsylvania, and
there I landed.
The landing was quite an experi
ence. As I dove over the field I
saw workmen there, frantically wav
ing their arms. They were repair
ing the field. But I was about out
of gasoline, so I came in. motipning
with my hand for them to get out
of the way. The only damage was
caused by my landing on one of
the small red flags on a stick that
one of the workmen had been wav
ing—he had hurriedly stuck it in
the ground when he saw me land
ing regardless, and I came down
right on top of it; but the small
tear was of no consequence. I re
paired it, had coffee with the man
in charge of the airfield, and went
on toward Newark.
They had long ago given me up for
lost, for in that same night two oth
er army pilots had met their death
over the Alleghenies. Once again I
felt that something had told me to
climb when I got to the bad weather,
and if that same thing had told those
men to climb they would have flown
through instead of going down—they
might have disregarded a warning.
In a case like that we think it’s
luck, but maybe it’s not. To me
something had said. “Get altitude,
don't roam around down here, get
altitude and go on.” And I think
that after that things just took care
, of themselves,
With airmail over, we went back
to our usual duties at Mitchel field.
Things sort of settled down, and I
began to make more flights and
more automobile trips towards
Georgia.
Finally I talked the girl into it.
We went on up to West Point and
were married. Catharine really fits
into this story because it was the
trips over to Georgia to see her,
from every place in the United
States, that not only made me drive
an automobile but taught me cross
country flying, since I had been fly
ing in these later months from wher
ever I was—by way of Georgia.
From Mitchel Field I was sent
to Panama. And then began my
real pursuit training. In P-12’s I
roamed across the country of Pana
ma up into Central America and
down into South America. I was
given a job constructing flying fields,
which we figured would some day
protect the Canal. These fields were
put in for the purpose of Installing
radio stations and also air warning
devices to tell us when enemy
planes approached the Panama Ca
nal I would have to go down on
the Colombian border and contact
the natives, some of whom were
head-hunters, to work on these fields
that we were building. We would
have to get the grass cut off, and I
would make motions with a machete
—the long knife of the Darien In
dians—and show them what we had
to do to keep that field so that air
planes could land on it.
The natives didn’t work very well
with us at first. But we doctored a
few of them for chiggers and for
other infections under their finger
nails wrtiich had become very in
flamed, or we flew men in to hos
pitals who needed operations, and
soon they began to appear more
friendly. By the time we left there
they were calling me “El Doctor.”
When my training of other pilots
began, I realized the terror I must
have caused my own instructor. For
in training I perceived my own
faults better, learning even to an
ticipate the mistakes the student
would make. And I learned much
about the peculiarities of man, for
on one occasion I had a student
who attempted to kill me. I don’t
know why—he would have killed
himself, too.
One day I was told to take out a
cadet listed as an incorrigible and
to try to find out what was wrong
with him. I gave him forced land
ings and such, and when he tried to
glide down and land on a highway,
I would take the ship and caution
him about gliding low towards
trucks and automobiles.' On one of
these tries, as I gave him a forced
landing—you do this merely by cut
ting the throttle to idling speed to
see what the student will do—he
rolled the ship on its back and pulled
it down in a dive towards the
ground. I waited as long as I could
and then I took it away myself. I
found that the man was glaring
straight toward the trees we had
almost hit I landed the ship and
asked him what was the matter.
He appeared very sullen, and so I
took him aloft again.
Once more I put the snip on its
back and told him to bring it out.
Immediately he pulled it toward the
ground, and I knew it was intention
al. With alarm I realized that with
him almost frozen to the controls
I would have extreme difficulty tak
ing the ship from him by force. I
hurriedly kicked the right rudder,
which carried the half roll into a
complete snap roll. Then I went
through every acrobatic maneuver
I knew until I made him sick; after
that I flew him back to Randolph
Field with my own heart beating a
little wildly.
As I landed the ship two men
stepped from behind a plane, ask
ing to see the student. "You just
wait a minute,” I said. "After all,
he’s my student and I have some
things to say to him.” Then they
pulled gold badges out of their pock
ets to show me they were F.B.I.
men. They had been looking for
this student for a long time. He
had been a pilot before and had
smuggled dope across the Mexican
border, and I believe to this day
that to evade the arrest that was
waiting for him, he was trying to
end it alL But the worry I had here
was that in ending it for himself,
he would have been ending it for me.
When I first came to Randolph we
worked only half a day and had the
rest of the day to play around at
golf, to hunt, or do anything we
wanted. But as the belief that war
was coming got into a few American
people, we started the limited Air
Corps expansion program. We then
began working all day. and I was
moved up to a Flight Commander
and taught instructors, for the Gov
ernment was giving contracts to ci
vilian corporations to train Army
pilots. The Air Corps was begin
ning to grow. As the years rolled
into 1939. I was moved to California
to become Assistant District Super
visor of the West Coast Training
Center. This job was to check all
flying cadets in the three schools
at San Diego, Glendale, and Santa
Maria. Later on I received my first
command—that of the Air Corps
Training Detachment called Cal
Aero Academy, at Ontario, Califor
nia. I worked this up from forty
two cadets, until after one year we
had nearly six hundred.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
SEWING CIRCLE
Crisp House Frock
T'HE youthful capped sleeves
with their romantic little ruf
fled trim—the slim, sleek lines of
the front—the trim buttoned back
and the big tie-bow all add up to
as neat a bit of house dress charm
as you’ve ever encountered!
* • •
Pattern No. 8642 is in sizes 12, 14, 16,
18, 20; 40 and 42. Size 14 requires 3%
yards of 39-inch material; 3*i yards ma
chine-made ruffling trim.
Useless Fear
“Your mother,” said the ser
geant to the very awkward recruit,
“is rather upset because you left
home to become a soldier?”
“Yes, sir, she is,” replied the
awkward one.
“Well, just write and tell her
not to fret any more,” continued
the sergeant. “Unless the war
lasts 50 years you’ll never be a
soldier!”
Different Yarn
The counter was strewn with stock
ings, but the customer still hesitated.
Druwing a deep breath, the assistant
opened a new box.
“Now, these stockings, madam,” she
said, “are the finest you can buy. Fast
color, latest shade, won’t shrink, won’t
ladder, and the yarn is excellent.”
“Yes,” said the customer, with em
phasis, “the yarn is excellent.”
For a Match
“I think I’ll get a pair of red
shoes—those flatties with wedge
heels,” said the tall blonde.
“Why low heels?” asked her
friend, in surprise.
“I want them to go with a short
lieutenant.”
Germs or no germs, kissing
must be fully as dangerous as
they make it out to be; it has put
an end to a lot of bachelors.
Supreme Proof
“See that man across the
road?” asked Smith as they lin
gered chatting at the corner.
Jones nodded wearily in reply.
“He’s the best friend I ever
had,” went on Smith fervently.
“When the clouds were dark and
threatening, he showed a wonder
ful faith in me.”
“How?” Jones was interested,
for once.
“He lent me an umbrella.”
Could Be
Teacher—Who were the three
wise men?
Jasper—Stop, Look and Listen!
That One Muffed
Saleslady—Oh, the darling hat!
It makes Madame 10 years
younger.
Customer—Won’t do. I can’t af
ford to put on 10 years every time
I take off my hat.
fit'. 8663
#JSr 24 yn.
Three-Piece Play Suit
FOR the newcomers who like to
1 get out and play from morning
until supper time—a three-piece
costume of bonnet, jumper or
jumper-dress and matching pant
ies is the right garb for any little
girl!
• • •
Pattern No. 8663 is in sizes 2, 3. 4, f and
6 years. Size 3. dress and panties, re
quires 2Va yards of 35 or 39-lnch mate
rial; bonnet, 3/a yard.
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:
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Enclose 20 cents in coins for each
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