Food Problems
Can Be Solved
By Careful Cooking
Vegetable platters offer light sum
mer eating possibilities. Arrange
them in a pretty pattern with green
beans or asparagus making a pat
tern with macaroni in the renter and
■paces filled in with corn kernels.
There's nothing like good food well
prepared. It's a pleasure both to
the oook who prepared it and also
to the one fortunate enough to eat it.
Proper preparation is a matter of
following rules carefully. That's why
we have recipes
carefully tested
and with accurate
directions given.
Formerly, good
cooks put in a
lump of butter, a
handful of flour,
etc., but no one
else could cook
like they did.
Now we have recipes so that every
one can be a good cook as long as
he follows directions.
Vegetables, to be perfection itself,
must be cooked to doneness with
just a bit of crispiness left in them.
Pies must have a crust with flaki
ness that will melt In your mouth,
with creamy smooth fillings or lus
cious juicy berry fillings.
Cakes are at their best with fluffy,
fine grain texture, well flavored ic
ings or frosting. Ice creams and
sherbets should be frozen so that
they are creamy and contain no ice
particles.
And now, to get down to the busi
ness of preparing food with results
such as I have just described. The
Arst is an ice box cake with choco
late filling:
Chocolate Ice Box Cake.
(Serves 6)
4 squares unsweetened chocolate
' H cup sugar
j Dash of salt
K cup hot water
4 egg yolks
1 teaspoon vanilla
4 egg whites, stiffly beaten
1 cup cream, or evaporated milk
t dozen lady fingers
Melt chocolate in top of double
boiler. Add sugar, salt and water,
stirring until sugar is dissolved and
mixture blended. Remove from boil
ing water; add egg yolks, one at a
time, beating thoroughly. Place over
boiling water and cook 2 minutes or
until thickened, stirring constantly.
Add vanilla and fold In egg whites.
Chill. Fold in cream.
Line bottom and sides of a mold
with lady fingers or strips of sponge
cake. Turn choco
late mixture into
mold and place
remaining lady
fingers on top.
ChiM 12 to 24(
hours in refriger
ator. If desired.
add v* cup walnut meats to choco
late mixture before turning into
mold. Unmold.
There's a short-cut method to
making ftner, lighter cakes. If you
want a real treat in making cakes,
try the new method. Be sure in
gredients have stood at room tem
perature for 2 hours or more so that
shortening is soft and pliable:
Maraschino Cherry Cake.
Sift together in a bowl:
cops cake flour
t, 3V* or 4 teaspoons baking powder
4k teaspoon salt
1H cups sugar
Add:
H cup shortening
% cup maraschino cherry juice
Lyon Says
Point Stretchers: For the vege
table course, combine two left
overs such as lima beans and
corn; tomatoes and eggplant;
peas and small onions; cauliflow
er with peas.
Stuffings stretch meats: prune
and apple stuffing for roast duck
ling or veal; celery stuffing for
lamb roll; oatmeal stuffing for
pin wheel beef roll; and apple
stuffing for roast pork or slices
of ham.
Potatoes can stretch hamburg
ers or hash. Or, use leftover
mashed or riced potatoes in
stretching these meats.
Vegetables can stretch scram
bled eggs. Try carrots, celery and
onion.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menu
•Jellied Veal Loaf
Corn on the Cob Potato Chips
Cole Slaw
Preserved Fruit
Rye Bread Sandwiches
•Peach Pie
•Recipes Given
16 maraschino cherries, cot into
eighths
H cup milk
Mix with electric mixer or by
hand with spoon for 2 minutes, by
the clock. Scrape bowl frequently.
Add:
4 egg whites
Continue beating for 2 minutes,
scraping bowl frequently. Fold In
Vi cup chopped nuts, if desired. Pour
into 2 well-greased and floured 8
inch cake pans. Bake about 30
minutes in a moderate (350-degree)
oven. When cool. Ice with boiled or
seven minutes icing.
The peach crop looks plentiful and
luscious and it seems like part of it
should go into those light, fruity
pies:
•Peach Pie.
2 cups sliced peaches
1 tablespoon lemon juice
% cup sugar
3 tablespoons cornstarch
2 teaspoons butter
Dash of salt
Vi teaspoon almond extract
1 9-inch baked pastry shell
Sprinkle peaches with lemon juice
and sugar. Cook slowly to extract
juice. Mix Juice with cornstarch
and blend. Cook over low heat un
til thickened, stirring constantly. Re
move from fire. Add butter, salt and
almond extract. Add peaches. Pour
into pastry shell. Chill. Garnish
with cream or piped meringue if
desired.
Chocolate Ice Box cake can go
back on menus again for those sum
mer meals with light main course.
Use either lady Angers or strips of
sponge cake for the base of the cake.
Veal is a simple and economical
meat, but elegant if properly pre
pared in this chilled loaf style:
•Jellied Veal Loaf.
1 veal knuckle
1 pound vcnl shoulder
1 onion
2 eggs
9 plmiento olives
I tablespoon salt
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
Have the veal knuckle sawed in 3
or 4 places. Simmer the knuckle,
veal, onion and
seasonings in wa
ter, cover until
vea! is tender,
about 2 hours.
Chop veal fine.
Garnish the bot
tom of the loaf
pan with sliced
hard-cooked eggs and sliced pimi
ento. Add chopped veal. Strain the
broth and cook until reduced to 1
cupful. Pour over meat, add salt
and Worcestershire sauce. Press
meat firmly into pan. Chill. Un
mold and serve with preserved fruit
and cole slaw in lettuce cups.
A sauce to go with fish or vegeta
bles is Hollands ise. Here is a quick
ly made recipe:
Hollandaise Sauce.
4 eggs
ft cup melted butter
ft teaspoon salt
ft teaspoon paprika
ft cup boiling water
Z tablespoons lemon juice
Stir egg yolks, adding melted but
ter gradually. Season with salt and
paprika. Add boiling water, stirring
constantly. Place in double boiler
and cook until thickened. Remove
from fire. Add lemon Juice and
serve immediately.
To Hollandaise sauce to serve
ever fish, add one of the following:
ft cup chopped pimiento olives
ft cup capers
ft cup chopped iart pickles
If you wish additional instruction for
canning fruit or berries, write to Miu
Lynn Chambers, 210 South Desplaines
Street, Chicago 6, Illinois. Please en
close stamped, self-addressed envelope
for your reply.
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GOD IS MY
CO-PILOT
*Col. Robert L.Scott
WNU release
The story thus far: Robert Scott, a
West Point graduate, becomes an air
cadet at Randolph Field, Texas, realizing
his life's ambition. He wins his wings
at Kelly field and Is now an army pilot.
Ordered to report to Hawaii, but wanting
to marry a girt In Georgia, he pleads
with his General to keep him in the coun
try, and Is ordered to Mltchel Field, N. T.
To gain more flying time he carries the
mall for Uncle Sam. Makes more trips
to Georgia and finally talks Catharine
Into marrying him. From Mltchel Field
he Is sent to Panama where his real pur
suit training It begun In a P-123. He It
given a Job constructing flying fields
which would some day protect the Canal.
He begins to train other pilots.
CHAPTER V
By this time, war with certain
countries appeared imminent. I had
always believed that we would fight
Japan, and had always believed that
Japan would make the first thrust.
And I tried to "figure out” every
cadet that came through our school
—tried by talking to him to find out
whether or not he had the urge for
combat, for I knew that the urge
was positively necessary. Not only
did a man have to have that cer*
tain incentive to fly and keep on
flying, until flying became second
nature, but he had to have the defi
nite urge for combat. When he
learned to fly automatically he
would control the ship without think
ing about the controls and have his
mind free to concentrate on naviga
tion and the aiming of his guns—
besides watching his tall for the
enemy.
From Ontario I went to Lemoore,
in the San Joaquin Valley of Cali
fornia, and there I went through
one of the low periods of my life.
It was not that Lemoore was bad,
for the people were wonderful—but
war was getting closer and closer,
and I was getting farther from com
bat duty. Finally, after war had
opened on December 7, I began to
write Generals all over the country
in an effort to get out of the Train
ing Center. After all, I had been
an instructor for nearly four years
and it was pretty monotonous. I
knew that instructors were neces
sary, but I wanted to fight, and I
thought that if I could get out to
fight with my experience, I could
come back later on and be even
more valuable as an instructor of
fighter pilots.
At last things began to happen.
On December 10, I was hurriedly or
dered to report to March Field.
When these secret orders came, I
thought the day for my active entry
into the real war was near. Hardly
taking time to get my toothbrush—
the radiogram said, "immediately”
—I Jumped into a car and drove
madly through the Valley and over
the pass of Tejon through the snow
at the summit at nearly ninety miles
an hour, to March Field. I arrived
there in a blackout, and though I
was to see plenty of combat later on,
I 11 take an oath that the nearest
I've been to death in this war was
when I rode into March Field with
my lights out. trying to follow the
line in the highway that was not
there. Army trucks went by with
dim, pin-point blue lights, and as I
looked out of my car the trucks
would almost hit me.
When I finally got on the post
with my radiogram for admission,
I tore up to the headquarters and
operations office, expecting any min
ute to be told to jump in a P-38
or a P-40 and go up to protect Los
Angeles. There were many others
like myself, for apparently all pi
lots with pursuit experience had
been assembled.
Squadrons of pursuit planes would
come through daily on the way up
the coast and we all grew envious
watching them. The only cheer
ing thing was the radio broadcast
which told of Capt Colin P. Kelly
and his crew sinking the Jap battle
ship Haruna. In this engagement
Kelly became the first hero of the
war. and I was very proud. For
Captain Kelly had been under my
Instruction at Randolph Field. I
could well remember that fine stu
dent’s excellent attitude for a com
bat pilot He had broken his collar
bone in a football scrimmage at
Randolph and had told no one on
the flying line. Looking in the rear
view mirror. I saw him flying with
his left hand on the stick; when I
corrected him, I learned of the ac
cident. Fighter Kelly had been so
sr.xious to get on with the course of
instruction that he was completely
Ignoring broken bones. Of such ma
terial are heroes made.
"I still wanted to fight myself. I
could well remember the years and
years I had trained in Panama with
the 78th Pursuit Squadron; I had
always been too young to lead an
element, a flight, a squadron, or
anything. Then suddenly I was told
here that I was not only too old—
imagine that, at age 34!—to lead a
squadron, but also too old to lead
even a group. In fact I was too old
to fly a fighter plane Into combat.
I used to tell the Generals that from
being too young, I had suddenly
jumped to being too old. There had
never been a correct age.
But all the argument was to no
avail and after waiting around
March Field for ten days we were
ordered back to our home stations.
I returned to Lemoore In the San
Joaquin. I know there was no man
on Bataan any sadder that night
than I. Then came orders to report
to Victorville—at least here was a
change, and I welcomed it I found
myself director of training In a twin
engine school—I was still getting
farther and farther from the war.
It seemed to me now that all
was lost I had tried desperately
for the last six months to get out
of the Training Center, and now
that war had come it seemed that
the powers at the top had decided
that all of us, whether we had been
trained as fighter pilots or as com
bat pilots, bomber pilots, or trans
port pilots, were nevertheless to stay
there in the Training Center. Decern
ber, January, and February went
by, and in these months I wrote
from Victorville to General after
General I remember saying to one
of them:
“Dear General, if you will excuse
me for writing a personal letter to
you on a more or less official sub
ject in time of war, I will certainly
submit to you for court martial after
the war. But If you can just listen
to me I don’t care whether that
court martial comes or not. I have
been trained as a fighter pilot for
nine years. I have flown thousands
of hours in aU types of planes. I've
been brought here as an instructor
and I think I’ve done my job. Please
let me get out to fight. I want to
go to Java, I want to go to Aus
tralia, I want to go to China, India,
and anywhere there’s fighting going
Capt. Colin Kelly, who sank the
Jap battleship Haruna.
on—Just so you get me out of the
monotony of the Training Center.”
An answer came back from this
General: He would do all he could,
he would even forget the court mar
tial, but men were necessary in the
training centers. Even with these
kind words, it appeared that my
cause was lost. Then, when the fu
ture looked worse than at any time
in my life, a telephone call came
from Washington, from a Colonel.
“Have you ever flown a four
engine ship?”
I answered immediately: “Yes,
Sir.” I had flown one for a very
few minutes, at least I’d flown it in
spirit while standing behind the pilot
and co-pilot—but that was the only
time I’d ever been in the nose or in
the cockpit of a Flying Fortress. His
next question was, “How many
hours have you flown it?” I told him
eleven hundred; there was no need
to tell a story unless it was a good
one, and after all, I considered this
a white kind of lie—a white lie that
was absolutely necessary if I was
to get to war.
After giving this information I
went back to waiting with my hopes
way up. One night in early March,
1942, they came true—and to me
they read like a fairy tale, too good
to be true. I was to comply with
them immediately, reporting to a
field in the Central States. There I
would receive combat Instructions
from the leader of our mission.
As I drove over from Victorville
to my home in Ontario that evening,
it seemed as though I was already
in the air—adventure had come at
last. Even then the fear tugged at
my heart that the orders would be
changed before I could start. I told
my wife that I was going to com
bat, but the nature of the orders for
bade my telling her where, or what
type of mission. Not even at the
look of pain that crossed her face
did I lose my feeling of victory. She
was trying to act happy, but I knew
it was only because she remem
bered that I wanted duty in combat.
That night I began to pack hastily,
resolving at the same time to take
my wife and little one-year-old
daughter back towards Georgia,
where they could be among rela
tives. As I packed and arranged for
the furniture to be shipped I still
had my exalted feeling of victory.
When I got into bed, very late, I
thought I would drop right off to
sleep. But as my mind relaxed for
the first time after the orders had
been received, I felt myself come
to complete wakefulness. I even
sat up in bed, for I had realized for
the first time what I had done.
Here was my home, with the two
people whom I loved more than
any others in all the world—my wife
and my little girL Here, in this
wonderful place, I could possibly
have lived out the wrar, behind a
good safe desk at Victorville or
some other training field. By my
love of adventure, by my stubborn
nature. I had talked myself out of
this soft and wonderful job of stay
ing home with my family. I was
about to leave that girl I had driven
all those thousands of miles to see—
for even ten minutes . . . Tears
came to my eyes—I knew I had
been a fooL
For hours I lay awake. And then,
in the darkness, I think I saw the
other side. Suppose I called that
officer who had telephoned me from
Washington. Suppose I called and
told him that I had lied—that I had
never flown a Flying Fortress. I
cuuld easily get out of this mission
—but the thought was one that I
couldn't entertain even for a second.
For now the seriousness of war had
gradually come to me. Unless men
like myself—thousands and millions
of them—left these wonderful lux
uries in this great land of America
we could lose it all forever. 1 loved
these two with all my heart, but
the only way in all the world to
keep them living in the clean world
they were accustomed to was to
steel myself to the pain of parting
with them for months or years—or
even forever. The actuality of war,
grim war, had come. 1 knew then
that the theoretical word “Democ
racy” was not what we were to fight
for. I knew it was for no party, no
race, creed, or color. We were go
ing to fight, and many of us were to
die, for Just what I had here—my
wife and family. To me, they were
all that was real, they were all
that I could understand. To me,
they were America.
Next day we got the household
goods packed. We piled on an east
bound train and left California. That
ride for me was the saddest thing
that has ever happened. I would
look at those two and see that my
wife was thinking my own thought;
even the little girl seemed to sense
that all was not well. At Memphis,
I almost casually bade them good
by, and we parted. But as I watched
their train disappear down the track
I knew that part of my life was
gone. My world was grim.
Reaching my assembly point for
instructions, I found that I was re
porting to Col. Caleb V. Haynes, one
of the greatest of big-ship pilots—
the pilot in our Air Force who had
devoted much of his life to making
the four-engine bomber the weapon
that it is today. The entire group
of officers and men made quite a
gathering. I learned that they were
all picked men, and that they had
volunteered and almost fought for
places on the crews of the For
tresses. And as I heard the expla
nation of the flight from Colonel
Haynes I saw the reason for their
excitement.
This was a “dream mission”—one
that was a million kinds of adven
ture rolled into one.
We were to fly thirteen four-engine
bombers — one B-24 and twelve
B-17E’s—to Asia. ITiere we were
to “bomb up” the ships after we
had gone as far East as we possibly
could, and then were to bomb ob
jectives in Japan. Our orders read
that we were to co-ordinate our at
tack from the West with another at
tack that was coming from the East
The sadness that had been with
me since leaving my family van
ished. Once again I saw the war in
a spirit of adventure. Here was
what any soldier might have prayed
for—here was what the American
public had been clamoring for dur
ing the months since Pearl Harbor.
I was fortunate to be one of the pi
lots; it almost made up for my
failure to finally get into single
seater fighter ships again—almost,
but not quite.
That night we talked things over
and met each other, and next morn
ing we left for Washington, with our
newly drawn equipment. Our planes
were in Florida, being made ready
for combat, but we were obliged to
go by way of Washington for the
purpose, astounding in war, of se
curing diplomatic passports. I re
member that even in the joy of the
mission. I couldn’t help wondering
what kind of a war this one could
be. We were having to secure pass
ports in order to be able to fight.
Visas were obtained for all coun
tries we were to fly over and
through—Brazil, Liberia, Nigeria,
Egypt, Arabia. India—and China,
especially! Visas—to go to warl
Properly inoculated against four
teen diseases, with visas for every
where. with trinkets for trade with
natives in Africa, Arabia, and Bur
ma, we went on down to Florida.
The instant I landed I hunted out
my ship—B-17E—Air Corps number
41 9031. I soon painted on its nose
the red map of Japan, centered by
the cross-hairs of a modern bomb
sight, with the cross right over To
kyo. In my poor Latin was in
scribed “Hades ab Altar" — or
roughly, "Hell from on High.”
I climbed into the control room
of my ship and met my crew. Each
man was a character, each man
wanted badly to get started.
The co-pilot was Doug Sharp, an
other dark-haired Southerner, a first
Lieutenant who was destined to get
shot down in another Flying For
tress over Rangoon. He coolly got
most of his crew out of the burning
ship; then, with those who were un
able to parachute to safety, he land
ed the flaming ship in the rice pad
dies of central Burma. From this
point he led his men—those whom
he did not have to bury beside the
ship—out through the Japanese line*
to safety in India. He was made *
Major after this gallant act.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Embroidery for Your Towels
Bassinet for That Darling Baby
5748
5190
Sailor Boy Tea Towels
IF you’ve new tea towels to work
*on, try doing these sailor boy
figures on them. They’re engag
ing and gay. Four colors are used
—red, green, yellow and blue.
Each of the six figures is about
six inches high and all are done
in the simplest outline stitch. If
you are raising money for your
local canteen service, these tow
els will sell exceptionally well.
• • •
To obtain transfers for the Sailor Boy
pattern, No. 5190. shown in the illustra
tion, send 16 cents, your name, address
and pattern number.
The Troth
He—Since I met you, I can’t eat,
I can’t sleep, I can’t drink.
She (shyly)—Why not?
He—I’m broke.
Breathes there a man with soul so
dead—
He’s never turned his head and
said: “Not had!”
Ain’t It So!
Teacher—Who is man’s noblest friend?
Johnny—The hot dog—it actually
feeds the hand that bites it.
Said the farmer of his wife: “I
love the ground she walks on, 160
acres of the finest soil in the Mid
west.”
Baby Bassinets 1
J\ BEAUTIFUL bassinet for tho
new baby is every young
mother’s dream—and usually a
rude awakening comes when she
prices them in the good shops.
They range from fifty to well over
a hundred dollars! So make your
own! It’s easily done.
A large-sized market basket is
covered with unbleached muslin,
then padded with chintz or lovely
pink or blue rayon crepe or satin.
Lace, net, organdie or dotted
scrim makes the flounces. An ordi
nary bed pillow is baby’s mat
tress.
* • *
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Baby Bassinet (Pattern No. 5748) vari
ous finishing and decorating details, send
16 cents, your name, address and the pat
tern number.
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