Bacon Sandwiches Make Grand Outdoor Eating
(See Recipes Below)
Picnic Tips
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; There's nothing like the great out
of-doors to produce great appetites.
And there s notn
* ing that tastes so
good as food eat
en in the great
wide spaces in
sand, under the
pines amid the
smoke or a fire.
Our recipes and suggestions today
•re designed to fit those who want
ta da pert of their cooking at home,
•ad finish when they arrive at the
please. It is easy to lay out a swell
iapreed when everything is well or
ganized ond planned ahead.
Y«aH Kke the recipes because
they're not fancy. They do make
for some downright good eating,
though, and will give you a grand
experience in outdoors eating.
Food is best packed in hampers
or tied in cloth. It’s easiest to carry
that way. If you have anything
breakable, use a metal container.
Best Type of Fire,
j For those of you who want to cook
outdoors, use the trapper type of
Are. Never start cooking until the
•rood has burned and is a bed of
glowing red coals.
To make thia type of fire, place 2
medium sized logs (green) 6 to S
inches apart. Be
tween these set <
ap dry twigs and if
■havings. CarryU
■•mething that!
‘will make the fire
■tart easily, a bit
ot tissue paper '
with a few dry twigs. The logs can
Me adjusted to fit the cooking utensil.
, . Our recipe round-up starts with
the favorite hamburgers. If you
;anuggle in the extra cheese, you'll
[like the flavor:
All-American Hamburgers,
t (Serves 6)
ltt pounds hamburger
i H cup milk
1 teaspoon salt
Dash of pepper
K pound American cheese
4 tablespoons butter
t 4 battered buns
Mix meat with milk, salt and pep
per. Form 12 thin patties of the
meat about 3 Inches in diameter.
■Cut f slices of cheese slightly small
er than meat patties an0 place the
cheese in between the meat patties,
sandwich-fashion. Seal edges well.
Melt hotter in a skillet and fry the
patties slowly for 10 to 15 minutes.
Serve on toasted buns.
Hat Cheese Frankfurters.
(Serves 10)
tl frankfurters
24 slices of bacon
94 pound sharp cheese
SpHI frankfurters lengthwise and
•II with long strips of cheese. Wind
• strip of bacon, spirally, around
•ach frankfurter and fasten at ends
with toothpicks. Toast on forks or
long-handled toasters over firs until
Macon is browned and cheese is
malted. Place in a hot toasted roll
and serve with relish.
Creamy Scrambled Eggs.
(Serves 6)
4 eco
V4 cup milk
Lynn Soya
Campfire Cosy: Make sure the
drinking water is safe on your I
camping trip. Boiled water al
ways is, sparkling water isn't nec
ussarfiy.
A hole dug in the earth in the
shade of the tree, lined with small
stones makes a nice outdoor re
frigerator. Moist caves, shallow
underground streams, small
drops or falls are all good “re
frigerators.”
Be sure to put your campfire
out Water is the best thing,
soil next best.
A canoe paddle makes an ex
cellent bread board or a checker
board) Paint squares as for
checkers and play with cookies
or candies.
Lynn Chambers' Picnic Mens
•Bacon Sandwich
•Roasted Corn Cherry Tomatoes
Cocoa
•Rocks Fresh Fruit
•Recipes Given
H teaspoon salt
4 tablespoons butter
% cup diced American cheese,
if desired
Beat the eggs well. Add salt and
pepper, if desired. Melt butter in
heavy skillet and pour eggs into pan,
stirring well as the mixture begins
to thicken. When eggs are partially
cooked, add cheese. Serve on toast
when thick. Do not overcook.
Bacon is a grand outdoor appetite
tempter. It is also an important
concentrated source of food energy
that you’ll need after working hard
outdoors.
If you are frying bacon at the pic
nic, then this is the best method to
follow: Place the
strips in a cold
skillet over a low
fire. Turn fre
quently until all
parts of bacon
are evenly crisp
but not brittle. Do
not let fat smoke. For extra crispi
ness, drain off the fat as the bacoa
cooks.
*Bacoo Sandwich.
To make delectable sandwiches,
fry the bacon as directed above with
thick slices of fried onion and to
matoes served on toasted bun.
Have you caught some flsh? Noth
ing will taste better than a chowder
made in a chowder kettle over a
bed of coals:
Fish Chowder.
(Serves 6)
5 alicea bacon, diced
X medium oniona, diced
X pounda fresh flsh, boned
X teaspoons salt I
1 teaspoon pepper
S to 6 medium potatoes, sliced
or diced
1 quart milk
4 tablespoons butter
X tablespoons flour
Fry bacon and onion together un
til onion is light brown. Cut flsh into
small pieces and rub with salt and
pepper. Add potatoes to chowder
kettle. Cover with boiling water and
cook 30 minutes. Blend flour with H
cup milk. Add remaining milk to
flsh and stir in flour mixture. Add
butter, simmering constantly. When
mixture thickens, serve in soup
bowls with crackers.
Like vegetables cooked outdoors?
Then, here is one:
*Roast Corn.
Use fresh sweet corn. Remove
com silk but leave husks on. Dip
the ear, husk and all into a pail of
water and lay on a grate over a
hot bed of coals. The water turns
Into steam within the husk coating
and thus cooks the com, making it
steamy and juicy Instead of dry and
tasteless. Com may also be roasted
by burying in tire ashes.
Cookies and fruit make the ideal
campfire dessert. Take cookies easy
to carry such as:
•Rocks.
(Makes 5 dosen)
1 cup shortening
1H cups brown sugar
S eggs
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Vi teaspoon cloves
3 oups sifted flour
1 teaspoon soda
lVi cups walnuts
2 cups raisins
Cream shortening and sugar. Add
eggs and beat well. Add silted dry
ingredients, chopped nuts and rai
sins. Drop from spoon onto greased
cookie sheet and bake in a mod
erate (350-degree) oven.
If you wish additional instruction for
canning fruit or berries, write to Mis*
Lynn Chambers, 210 South Desplaine*
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 W.NU RELEASE
The story thus far: Robert Scott, a
•elf-made Weft Point graduate, wln« hit
wlngt at Kelly Held, Texas, and marries
a girl from Georgia. Prom Mltchel Field,
N. Y.. he Is sent to Panama where his
real pursuit training Is begun in a P-125.
He Is given a job constructing flying
Helds which would some day protect the
Canal. He begins to train other pilots.
The war Is getting closer and he Is un
happy because he realizes he Is getting
farther and farther from actual combat
duty. As director of training In a twin
engine school In Callfortila he writes to
General after General asking for a
chance to light. When that chance comes
he realizes that hit wife and child
meant America for him.
CT1APTER VI
Doug was an ideal flying officer,
and it was to him that I first turned
for advice on how I should make
myself acquainted with this big air
plane. Doug had learned to fly at
the period when I had been instruct
ing. I had taught his class to fly;
now the tables were turned and he
would have to be the instructor for
a while. Don’t forget that as yet I
hadn’t flown a B-17E.
Introducing myself to my co-pilot,
I said, "How about showing me how
to fly this ship—I want to see how
to work these turbos and such." He
merely grinned at me in disbelief.
"Aw, Colonel," he said, "you can
fly the thing—why, you taught me
to fly." I Anally got him to give me
some cockpit instruction by explain
ing that though I had many thou
sand hours in PT’s, BT’s, and other
trainers, and knew lots about single
seaters and fast twin-engine medi
um bombers, I knew nothing about
such planes as this big devil.
He showed me the approved meth
od of starting the four engines, when
to use the booster switches, how to
set the turbos, how to lock the tail
wheel—and generally how to pick
up that fifty-seven thousand pounds
of flying dynamite and take it around
the field. I flew it for two landings
that afternoon, and that night I
climbed all over the Fortress, read
the entire maintenance manual, and
learned from scratch what made the
big ship go. Next day I soloed it
for over four hours, and after the
twentieth landing I felt as if I was
ready to start for war.
Then we tested everything—fired
all guns at targets in the everglades,
and the cordite from all those roar
ing fifty calibres gave even the
swampy "glades" a sweet aroma.
My gunners were eager to be on the
way, and I soon found that they
knew exactly what they were doing.
Private Motley was my tail gun
ner. During the entire trip I think
he stayed in the tail ninety per cent
of the time. Just to get used to the
way to handle the tail turret. I used
to say of Motley that he Just didn’t
care where he was going—he want
ed to see where he had been.
Sergeant Aaltonen, the engineer,
was charged with keeping the en
gines functioning properly, and in
general the entire enlisted personnel
was under him. He was a diligent
Finn and one of the bravest men
I have ever seen. I can see Aalto
nen now, standing there behind my
■eat and the co-pilot’s scat, unper
turbed in the roughest of storms,
from the violent currents of the
equatorial front of the Hamadans
to the Shimals of Africa and Ara
bia. Eternally watching the many
instruments, waiting to correct the
■lightest trouble even before it hap
pened. When we were lost over
trackless seas he was never ruffled,
but ready at all times with informa
tion as to fuel consumption and the
best RPM’s for cruising. Once when
he was told that we would probably
have to land in the Atlantic there
was no change in the expression on
his face; he simply began to move
the provisions to a point where they
could be quickly placed in the rub
ber boats. His job in case of attack
was to man the top turret with its
twin Fifties.
Sergeant Baldbridge was the head
radioman. His secondary duty was
to handle one of the waist guns back
aft of midships. Corporal Cobb was
second radioman; he would leave
that to enter the lower turret. The
other waist gun on this flight was
to be handled by a radio officer,
Lieutenant Hershey.
The navigator was a Lieutenant
whom I’ll call Jack. He was a
nervy kid who liked his job. I know
that after our mission he made
many raids as navigator to bomb
the Japs in Rangoon.
We tested the bombardier and the
bombsight, too, before we started
the flight. Lean, lanky, six-foot
three Bombardier George—I never
did see how he managed to wiggle
into the nose of the Fortress. I
can see him there now, tense over
his sight, waiting for the bombs to
go—ever with the cross-hairs on the
target. George had a couple of fifty
calibre guns up there in the nose
with him, too. He was just the op
posite of the tail gunner—he never
did know where he had been but
always got there first.
And so the eight of them made
up my crew—eight good soldiers
who had volunteered and who want
ed to hurt the enemy. None of
them worried about whether or not
he'd get home—for he knew of big
ger things that had to be done.
We had to test everything, for it
was over sixteen thousand miles to
Japan the way we were having to
go; there couldn’t be a slip-up on
this mission, and so we didn't take
a chance. When finally all was set
I was about nervous enough to bite
my nails off, for my ship was to
be last to leave the States. I had
worried every minute of the time
we had been waiting for fear that
some brass hat would get my orders
changed before I could get on my
way. The other twelve ships had
gone, with Colonel Haynes leading
in his B-24. They all made their
way to the East separately, with
instructions to meebin Karachi, In
dia, for Anal order^ And Karachi
was 12,000 miles away.
As soon as we could leave the
West coast of Florida, we loaded
up and crossed the State. Going on
East over West Palm Beach, I rang
the alarm bell, putting all men on
the alert, and we dropped down,
with the crew firing at the white
caps out over the Gulf Stream. The
guns were working fine but we
couldn't take a chance. I had to
learn right now whether the crew
could work as a team, for once we
started it would be too late.
As we came back towards the last
field we were to land on in the
U. S. A., something strange met my
sight, something that made the
blood pound a little harder in my
temples. There, along the entire
beach of Florida, was a jagged
black line—the clean sand of Flor
ida’s beaches had been made black
and terrible-looking by the oil from
many tankers sunk by the Axis sub
marine war. It gave me a queer
feeling, for along the beaches there
—
Col. Scott’s superior officers, Gen.
Joseph Stllwell, left, and Gen. Claire
Chennanlt.
was also the beached wreckage of
several ships. This war was mean
ing more and more to us as we pre
pared to shove off for the first stop
out of America.
Now we were poised for our flight
to Puerto Rico. In our two-day
wait for technical changes on the
engines I worried more than ever,
for the other twelve ships were gone
and I was getting frantic lest some
thing might change the orders. Fi
nally, after having to wait during
days of perfect weather, we took off
in heavy rain for Borinquen Field,
P. R.
The take-off and first two hours of
the flight were ’’instrument,” as we
were flying through a moderate
tropical front. We finally broke into
clearing weather over Long Island
Key, British West Indies. This was
on March 31. 1942.
Just after noon we sighted His
paniola at the point of Cape Frances
Viejo. Sergeant Aaltonen passed out
some hot coffee from the thermos
jugs. Our spirits were high, for
now that we had passed the bad
weather this was like a picnic. The
big ship was handling like a single
seater. We turned from the dark,
mysterious Hispaniola, crossed Mo
na Passage, and landed at Borin
quen Field at 15:07, just three min
utes off our E.T.A. (Estimated Time
of Arrival).
Two of our flight s Fortresses were
waiting in Puerto Rico for minor re
pairs, so we felt a little less lone
some. Just in case the authorities
in Washington decided to stop the
last ship or the last two ships in
our mission, I got my crew up long
before daylight next morning, and
we socn were heading South for
Trinidad, ahead of the other two.
A real night take-off from Trini
dad—we were airborne in the dark
ness at 5:20 a. m. As the wheels
left the ground I realized very quick
ly how great a load we were lifting.
This was the first time we had tak
en off with full load of fuel, and it
seemed to me that I almost had to
break my arms to keep the tail
from going all the way back to the
jungle—for all practical purposes
the Fortress tried a loop. (It must
have been that case of Scotch, add
ed suddenly to the other sixty thou
sand pounds.) Finally we got the
ship rigged properly and climbed
on top of the clouds at eight thou
sand feet. Later we had to go high
er to keep from going through the
heavy tropical thunderheads; with
our overload, neither Doug nor I
wanted to risk the turbulence that
we knew was there.
As the sun came up we could look
down through holes at intervals and
see the dark Atlantic near the Gui
anas.
Over Devil’s Island at 9:20, I saw
by our chart that we were only five
degrees North of the equator. Com
ing down lower to look at the French
penal colony, we found that although
the temperature was comfortable on
top of the haze at six thousand feet,
down in the soup near the water
we had difficulty breathing. Pass
ing on over another river identified
as the Rio Oyapok, we went out
over the Guianas into Brazil at 9:55
a. m. Cruising low at eight hundred
feet, we got some unforgetable
views of the steaming Brazilian jun
gle.
Looking out to sea, we noticed
that the blue color already was
changing to the murkiness of the
Amazon, though we were about a
hundred miles from its mouth. Fly
ing low, I noted that the hump of
Brazil near the coast was flat and
green and hot as hell—temperature
ninety-six and humidity about nine
ty-nine per cent at 10:55 a. m. We
reached the mouth of the greatest
river in the world at 11:35 E.W.T.
Here the width of the Amazon is
about one hundred and fifty miles.
Boys will have their fun too, no
matter if you are flying low over
the greatest of rivers. As we crossed
the equator—old Zero Degrees Lat.
at 11:56 a. m., at West Longitude
49 degrees 32 minutes—I saw those
of my crew who had been in the
South latitudes before take paper
cups of water and drop them on
the heads of those who were unini
tiated, thus making them subjects of
the sacred realm of Jupiter Rex as
identified from the realm of Neptune
Rex on the sea. We crossed the Ama
zon, from just West of Point Grossa
over Bahia Santa Rosa to Mixiana Is
land, thence to Isla da Marajo. This
last island in the mouth of the
river is one hundred miles wide and
reputedly has more cattle on the
single ranch than any other ranch
in the world. Soon we came to Rio
Para, crossed it in a thunderstorm,
and were over Belem, where we
landed in the blackness of a tropical
rain at 12:40 E.W.T.
On April 4, we left Belem for Na
tal at 6:55 a. m., and climbed to
ten thousand feet in order to top as
much of the cumulus as possible. We
had to skirt one great anvil-head
reaching up into the sub-strato
sphere near Bahia San Luis. This
storm covered about fifty miles, but
we got around it without going into
its turbulence. As we went on
South of the equator the haze di
minished gradually and the country
became dry, making us think we
were over western Texas. We land
ed at Natal, our jump-off point for
the South Atlantic crossing, at 12:25
! E.W.T.
This was to be a real day’s flight.
For we were not to be able to spend
the night at Natal. Our run from
Belem to Natal of nine hundred
miles, then the crossing of nineteen
hundred miles to Liberia, plus the
run down the hump of Africa to a
Pan-American base on the Gold
Coast—this last almost nine hun
dred miles—had to be made with
out stops, except short ones for fuel.
For all practical purposes, then, we
had thirty-seven hundred miles to
make in one day.
We got the big ship serviced and
ready for the trip, then went to the
Ferry Command Hotel. There we
found two more crews of our thir
teen heavy bombers. One group
of these had turned back the night
before with one engine out. The
other, piloted by Col. Gerry Mason,
bad nearly come to grief on the
way in from Belem. The rubber
life-rafts in the Forts are carried in
two compartments where the wing
of the B-17 joins the big fuselage.
This is to facilitate their automatic
release upon contact with the wa
ter should the ship have to land at
sea. They are of course tied to
the airplane with strong manila
rope, and it is on this hemp that
the present tale hangs. In the flight
down the coast some malfunction
had caused one of these compart
ments to spring open—and out came
the heavy, five-man boat. At the
speed of two hundred miles an hour
with which it struck the tail section
as it went back on its rope in the
slipstream of two engines, it nearly
took the entire horizontal stabilizer
off. Only by very skillful piloting
had Gerry Mason managed to get
the Fort and his crew of ten to Na
tal.
Just the same, in my attempted
nap that afternoon, I grinned at
the thought that we in old ‘‘Hades
Ab Altar” were passing ahead of
two more ships of the flight. Boy,
I dreamed, they’ll have a hell of a
job getting me back there into the
training center now! It’s four thou
sand miles back to Florida and in
the morning I’ll be across the At
lantic.
We climbed out of the Fortress
and stepped upon Africa at 11:05
G.M.T. Our crossing from Natal
had been made in thirteen hours.
Leaving the natives at work under
Royal Air Force bosses, we hurried
on to Operations, where we ar
ranged for clearance down the
coast. Then we were led into a
thatch-roofed dining hall for good
hot food. If I hadn’t been so hungfy
and tired from the extra tension I
had been subjected to, I think Td
have “gawked” at those wild-look
ing tribesmen who were serving us.
In one night we’d left the hotels of
South America, and here we were,
having our plates brought by jet
black bush Negroes with rings in
their ears and noses, jabbering away
in a West Coast dialect To them
we were "Bwana,” the food was
“chop,” and dessert was “sweet.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Vanity Table Can Be Made From
Old Mirror and Odds and Ends
By Ruth Wyeth Spears
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OF BOXES AND HINGED ARMS -
LJ AVE you a mirror from an old
* dresser? It doesn’t make any
difference about the size or shape
or how “queer” the frame may
be, because you may hang the
mirror any old way you want to
and cover three sides with cur
tains to make the adorable frilly
vanity shown here.
Two orange crates or a pair of
boxes; some odds and ends of
lumber; a curtain rod; hooks and
a little wire for hanging the mir
ror; a pair of cup hooks to hold
the curtain tie-backs; a pair of
hinges for the arms to which the
swing - back skirt is fastened;
screws and nails—that is all you
need. You probably have it all
around the house right now. The
sketch gives all the details, and it
won’t make any difference how
crude your carpentry may be.
The curtains and skirt wfll cever e
multitude of uneven edges and
hammer dents.
• • •
NOTE: This dressing table idea ie from
BOOK 5 of the series of homemaking book
lets offered with these articles. This book
also shows how the dresser to match the
mirror was combined with a fish bowl, aa
old portiere and a chromo from the at tie
to make an important piece of furniture
for the living room. Copy of BOOK g
will be mailed for 15 cents. Send your
order to:
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
Bedford Hills New York
Drawer 10
Enclose 15 cents for Book No. t.
Name_.
Address.____
To fasten something to angle
iron posts, cotter pins will prove
much better than short tie wires.
Spread and slip the keys over the
fence wires, then insert them in
the holes in the iron post, after
which they are clinched tightly.
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Hang a good-sized bag in the
sewing room to receive scraps
from sewing to be used for weekly
mending.
Try cutting the outside leaves of
cauliflower into inch-long pieces,
and, when done, creaming with
white sauce.
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If you have a dog, cook him
some cornmeal in the water in
which vegetables have been
cooked. Divide the dog’s daily
ration into three meals, instead of
two. He does not get so hungry
then and does not eat so fast.
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Here’s a tip to facilitate mend
ing large holes in sweaters. Place
a piece of netting under the hole,
then darn with matching wool. The
netting serves as backing and
makes a better darning job pos
sible.
Mediterranean Sea, Known
As Being Tideless, Is Not
The Mediterranean is often
known as the tideless sea, and it is
true that in its western half tides
are only a matter of a few inches.
But farther east tides are obvious
enough.
At Leghorn, on the Italian coast,
there is a foot of tide; at Venice
(Adriatic) there is as much as
three feet. The strange thing is
that in the Gulf of Syrtis, on the
Tunisian coast, quite large tides
occur. The rise and fall amounts
to six and a half feet, while on the
shores of the island of Djerba,
off Tunisia, there is actually a dif
ference of nearly ten feet between
high and low water.
Actually, the Baltic is far more
tideless than the Mediterranean.
Though it is 900 miles long and
from 45 to 145 miles wide, there Is
nowhere a tide of much more than
a foot.
The whirlpools of Scylla and
Charybdis, in the Straits of Mes
sina, which were so dreaded by
the ancients, still exist, and are
deep eddies dangerous to small
boats but not to modern ships.
Most light bulbs have a life of
from 1,000 to 3,000 hours. You will
save bulbs and electricity by turn
ing them off when not needed. Use
good quality bulbs of the right
size for your needs. A 100-watt
bulb gives more light, eosts less
to buy and less to operate than
two 60-watt bulbs. Buy lights with
the proper voltage rating for your
current. i
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Pack all apples individually in
newspapers before putting in a
barrel. They keep better this way.
—
Quartered lemons add the
"something sour” that baked
beans need and make a good look
ing garnish as well.
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Cottager Decided He'd
Be True to His Troth
The carpet sweeper salesman
came upon a remote cottage, at
the door of which stood an ex
tremely rough-looking man.
When he began his usual line of
sales talk, the cottager interrupt
ed him.
"Don’t waste your breath,” ho
said; "I’ve got a carpet sweeper
already.” '
"Good! Then I can make you a
splendid allowance for your old
sweeper in part payment for this
splendid new model.”
The cottager thought for a few
moments; then he said:
"Nd, I won’t do a deal. After all.
I tookyer for better or wuss, didn’t
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