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Families Like Meals With a Relish (See Recipes Below) Bit of Spice ' "Tve saved many a meal Just by serving It with a good relish,” home makers often tell me. This ia the season to put up those ■mall, precious Jarfuls of sweetness and spice to go with meat-thrifty meals. There needn’t be many If your sugar ra tions are low, but do IK a few of them in your can ning budget and classify them as morale builders. ' Pickles, chutneys, catsups, con serves and relishes add that bit of something special to the meal. iThey're easy to put up because the sugar, spices and vinegar in them act as preservatives. First on the list is a tasty blue ,berry relish that goes with mild iflavored meats like lamb or veal. *Blueberry Relish. 4 cups blueberries (prepared) I 7 cups sugar K eup vinegar M bottle fruit pectin To prepare blueberries, crush thoroughly or grind 114 quarts fully ripe, cultivated blueberries. Add V« ■ to 1 teaspoon cinnamon, cloves, all spice or any desired combination of spices. Measure sugar, prepared blueber ries and vinegar into a large ket tle. Mix well and bring to a full rolling boll over hottest Are. Stir constantly before and while boiling. Boil hard 1 minute. Remove from Are and stir in bottled fruit pectin, jjjkim; pour quickly. Paraffin hot (relish at mice. i Chili sauce has carried a high point value since rationing came into effect It would be a good idea to put It up at home so as to save points fer other canned food. I Chili Sauce. 1 gallon tomatoes 1 2 cups onions 2 cups sweet red pepper 1 pod hot red pepper 1 eup sugar S tablespoons salt i tablespoon mustard seed 1 tablespoon celery seed S tablespoons mixed spices 2}4 cups vinegar Skin tomatoes before chopping. Chop all vegetables before measur ing. Tie mixed spices in a bag. Mix all ingredU ents except spice bag and vinegar. Add spice bag after mixture has boiled 30 minutes. ' Cook until very thick, then add vinegar and boil until there seems to be no more "free” liquid. Taste and add more seasoning, if necessary. Pour, while boiling hot, into hot, sterile jars and seal at once. Tomato Ketchup. 1 peck tomatoes t sweet red peppers 1 pod hot red pepper 4 tablespoons salt £ caps sugar 1 tablespoon celery seed 2 teaspoons mustard seed 1 tablespoon whole allspice 2 sticks cinnamon | 3 cups vinegar Lynn Says Pickles are crisper: If you put up your pickles this way: 1. Use a pure cider vinegar. Be sure that you get a good product, neither old nor adulterated. 2. Follow every direction, every measurement, and do every step carefully. Cucumber pickles may be made either by a long or short process, but the longer process yields a better pickle. 2. When slicing several kinds of fruit or vegetable for pickling, have all of them about the same thickness. 4. Too much spice destroys both flavor and color. Use the ingre dients in tested recipes only. Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving Menus Stuffed Veal Roll Creamed Potatoes Parsleyed Carrots •Blueberry Relish Cantaloupe Bread and Butter Beverage •Recipe Given Wash and chop tomatoes and pep pers. Simmer until soft. Press through a fine sieve. Cook rapidly until reduced to about one-half. Add sugar, salt and spices (tied in bag) and boil until thick. Add vine gar about 5 minutes before remov ing from fire. Pour into hot, sterile Jars and seal at once. Two of the most popular types of pickles get a place in today's col umn. You’ll like putting up both for variety's sake: Bread and Butter Pickles. 3 quarts sliced cucumbers 3 onions M cup salt 3 cups vinegar 1 cup water 3 cups brown sugar 1 teaspoon cinnamon H teaspoon ginger 2 tablespoons mustard seed 1 teaspoon turmeric H tablespoon celery seed 1 pod hot red pepper 1 piece horseradish Mix cucumbers, onions (sliced) and salt. Let stand 5 hours. Drain. Boil vinegar, water, salt, sugar and seasonings 3 minutes. Add cucum bers and onions and simmer 10 to 20 minutes. Do not boil. Pack Into hot, sterile jars and seal at once. Dill Pickles. 35 to 40 fresh cucumbers 2 tablespoons mixed spices % pound dill 2 cups salt 2 gallons water 2 cups vinegar Wash and dry cucumbers. Put a layer of dill and ^ of the spices in . . . . . a stone jar. Add the cucumbers. Put the remain ing spices and dill on top of the cucumbers. Boil salt, water and vinegar 2 min utes. Cool to room temperature and pour over cucum bers. Cover with a plate weighted down to hold the cucumbers in the brine. Keep at an even tempera ture (80 to 85 degrees). Remove scum each day. The pickles are ready for canning when they are crisp, uniform in color and well flavored with dill. This usually re quires 2 to 4 weeks. Pack the cured pickles into hot jars, cover with hot brine and seal at once. If the pickles are to be stored a long time, process them in water bath for 15 minutes at a simmering tem perature. If you like fruity pickles, you'll like this one: Peach Pickles. 1 gallon peaches 1 cups sugar 1 piece ginger root 2 sticks cinnamon 1 tablespoon whole allspice 1 teaspoon whole cloves 2 cups water 3 cups vinegar Clingstone peaches are best for pickling, although freestones may be used. Pare hard-ripe fruit. Leave whole. Boil 3 cups sugar, the spices (tied in a bag) and vinegar for 3 minutes. Add 10 to 12 peaches at a time. Simmer until they are ten der. Let stand in syrup 12 to 24 hours. Pack peaches into hot jars. Add remaining sugar to syrup and cook to desired thickness. Pour over peaches. Process 5 minutes in hot water bath. Get the most from your meat! Gel your meat roasting chart from Miss Lynn Chambers by writing to her in care of 1Western Newspaper Union, 210 South Desplaines Street, Chicago 6, III. 1‘lease send a stamped, self addressed envelope for your reply. Released by Western Newspaper Unlaw GOD IS MY CO-PILOT Col. Bobei-f L.Scoff WNU release The story thus far: Robert Scott, a self' made West Point graduate, wins his wings at Kelly Field, Texas. He Is sent to Panama, where hit real pursuit train ing la begun In a P-125. When the war ! comet closer be has been instructor lor . several years, and (ears he will get no I combat flying. At the outbreak of war he pleads with many Generals asking for a chance to light, and at last the oppor tunity comes. He says goodby to hit wife and child and leaves for Florida, where he picks up his Flying Fortress. ' After some flying instruction (from a for mer student of his) he flys the big ship 12,000 miles to India. Here he becomes a ferry pilot flying supplies into Burma, but he does not like this Job. CHAPTER IX We kept low to the flat coun try now, so that it wouldn’t be sil houetted against the sky. Moreover the trees under us caused the olive drab of the ship to blend in, making us harder to see. I thought many times that we couldn’t get lower; but we kept going down until I know if the wheels had been extended we'd have been taxying. I guess we were both a little bit nervous as we peered ahead for any little dot that would mean a Jap. Fly specks on the windshield—and you get lota of them when flying as low as we were—scared us many times. I could feel the palms of my hands sweating as the tension in creased. Finally, straight ahead, 1 saw a lone column of smoke and thought it was Shwebo. The Japs must al ready have bombed that too. We kept right on going, expecting any minute to see about eighteen Zeros on our tail. Bombs had started these fires, and where Jap bombers were, fighters could not be far away. The smoke plume grew larger and black er as we came nearer, until we could see the glow of the fires and the licking flames. We both must have automatically concluded that the burning town was Shwebo, for without more than a glance to check the map we headed for the South east corner of the town, where the field was supposed to be. Then I saw them, high overhead— three planes. But I almost sighed in relief, for they were only Jap bombers—no fighters yet. We kept on low, trying to find the Held, while more bombs blasted the town. After searching for several minutes we realized that we were looking into the smoke of the wrong town, for farther South we saw another smoke column, and after checking our posi tion by a canal to the West, we agreed that this town was Kinu and that Shwebo was ten miles South. Shwebo was burning too, and, as we learned later, had been bombed only minutes before we arrived. Jap fighters had accompanied the bomb ers. So once again some hand of Providence had intervened — had made us mistake Kinu for Shwebo and waste a little time circling. Colonel Haynes saw the field at Shwebo and pulled the big trans port around like a fighter, slipping her in and sitting her down like a feather-bed. We taxied over to the shade to try to partially hide the ship, and I stayed to guard the Douglas while he went to see Gen eral Stilwell. You could hear the staff officers and the soldiers yell ing, and see them throwing their tin helmets in the air. Jack Belden of Life magazine told me later that they had never expected an Ameri can ship to get through, and that when the white star of the U. S. Army Air Force was identified, they had even sung “God Bless Ameri ca." But to us right then. America seemed a very, very long way off. While Colonel Haynes went for General Stilwell. I stationed the crew around the ship, and we watched the sky with Tommy guns. There was a dead feeling in the air —the smell of smoke and of human flesh from the burning town—and I expected any moment to see Jap Zeros diving on the transport There we stood with our viritable pop-guns, waiting for Jap cannon. Just a few minutes later a jeep drove up and C. V. Haynes jumped out, saying that most of the staff was on the way behind him but that General Stilwell wasn't going. At my look of surprise, he added that the General was going to walk out— that he refused to be evacuated by air. Well, for the life of me 1 couldn’t see what face would be saved, for the British Army had gone up the road to the North, and most of the Chinese armies were also on the way out. Perhaps the General knew things that I didn’t know. But I remember that Colonel Haynes and I talked it over during the minutes while we waited for the Staff to get aboard. We wanted to take General Stilwell out if we had to use force; after all, he was the Commanding General of all Ameri can forces in China, Burma, and In dia, and we knew he was to have a very slim chance of walking out to India through Burma. I guess if we had captured Gen eral Stilwell and taken him back to Chungking we’d have been court martialed and shot. But we didn't much care what happened then any way. Burma was falling, and there seemed to be a never-ending stream of Japs coming North. I guess we thought we had a very slim chance of ever getting out alive. After all, we’d been flying around bombed Burmese towns all morning, and when you expect to see Jap fighters any minute for hours, with you in an unarmed ship, and then get to destination and the General won't go—things just don’t much matter. We loaded the anxious staff and took off for Calcutta, with over forty passengers. We could easily have taken from fifty to seventy, but the staff colonel whom we instructed to give the signal when the load was aboard evidently lost count, for he came up and told Colonel Haynes that all were inside. As we crossed South-Central Bur ma towards the town of Chitta gong, we planned to come back that night and take General Stilwell out if we had to trick him into getting aboard. We crossed the many mouths of the Ganges in one of the worst rains that I've ever seen, and soon landed in the humid heat of Calcutta. While we were reservic ing for the second trip of some five hundred miles. Joplin landed from Assam, and Colonel Haynes had him unload his cargo and take off imme diately for Shwebo. Once again we ourselves flew through black rain across the Ganges into Burma, but when we landed we found that all had been evacuated except wounded British and American soldiers. In the half darkness, for the night was lighted by the fires of the burning villages, we loaded them on and took them to Calcutta. General Stilwell with a few of his staff, h.s ADC, Colonel Dorn, and Jack Belden, war correspondent, had gone on to the North on the long trek to India by way or the Uyu and Chindwin Rivers to the Manipur Road. For weeks no one knew where he was. One of the officers in this last car go handed me an itinerary that the General had given him, and I re solved to try to drop food and vita min capsules to the party as it made its way to the West. The pro jected itinerary would lead them from Shwebo North to the Uyu Riv Gen. Archibald Wavell, who was commander-in-chief of British forces In India. er, down that stream to the Chind win at Homalin, then down the Chin dwin to Sittaung and Tamu. and thence on the Manipur Road to Im phal. Using it, I expected to be able to contact them and drop the neces sary food; Joplin and I even figured we could land on a sand bar in the Chindwin and pick them up. We planned all this out the next day as we flew back home, four hundred miles to the Northeast, transporting our first jeep into Assam by plane. But though we began next day to fly into Burma to contact General Stilwell's party, again we found that there was many a slip 'twixt the cup, etc., even when one had an itinerary. After I’d crossed the Naga Hills in my single P-43, I would follow the Chindwin South until I came to Homalin. Then I’d turn to the East up the river, flying right down in the canyon formed by the thick jungle trees. I carried a Very pistol to identify myself, but learned that we had no air-to-ground liaison code with which to establish our identity to General Stilwell. As a substitute I decided to fire a green light, figuring that anything but red would indicate that I was friendly. Though I saw party after party, there was no way of identifying that of the General. I marked their posi tions on my map, and we went back later in a transport plane and dropped food to all of them—food, medicines, and blankets. Later I dropped letters attempting to estab lish a code between his party and our ships, so that if he wanted us to land when he reached the Chind win, he could signal us with a panel. We were never able to contact him. but we continued to drop food to ev ery party of refugees we saw. As the days stretched into weeks and no news came of General Stil well's party, we just dropped bags of rice and medicines to all parties, whether they were led by a Gen eral or by a British sergeant. On my single-ship escort trips I noted that burning barges were floating down the Chindwin, South of Tamu. One afternoon I saw four big river boats burning at the docks of the town where the Manipur Road be gan. I reported this to the British. Then, about three weeks from the day we had flown down to get the staff out of Shwebo, I met General Stilwell and his tired group at the little Tinsukia railroad station. I told him that practically all the Air Corps officers in Asia were waiting for him outside. That night, as we gathered at tea planter Josh Reynolds’ house, we had the greatest gathering of Gen erals’ stars that all Assam had ever seen. There was Wavell, Alexander —who made on that occasion the classic statement: "The situation in Burma is very confused"—Brereton, Naiden, Bissell, Stilwell, Hearne and Siebert. Just about everyone ex cept General Chennault. and he was very busy getting the AVG out of Loiwing and up to Paoshan. Burma had at last fallen. The evacuation of these Chinese armies from Burma to India and China now gave us more adventures in the A. B. C. Ferrying Command. They were scattered all over north ern Burma, from West of Myitkyina, North to Shimbyang and Putao. It was our job now to drop rice, salt, and medicines to these thousands of starving soldiers. I remember that as I first saw Burma it used to look to me like the greatest hunting coun try in all the world, completely wild and unspoiled. And it was just that —but there was nothing to hunt, for evidently there wasn't anything for even the animals to eat. Once when it was clear enough to see the surrounding country. I was aware of a strange sight. We’d been dropping rice at Shimbyang when I saw some villages, and there again I noticed something that I realized now I’d been seeing through all the Burmese towns—white cattle, the bullocks of the East. It started me to thinking: How could people starve when there were hundreds and thou sands of cattle in northern Burma? That afternoon I got to talking over the food situation with one of the best of the ferry pilots, Capt. j John Payne. He said he’d looked the field over at Putao—or Fort Hertz, as the British called it—and although it had been condemned by the British for the landing of aircraft, he could land a transport on the short runway. The entire length of that field was slightly less than one thousand feet, and if any other pilot than Joplin or Payne had made that statement I would have ignored the offer; but I knew that Payne knew what he was talking about. We loaded on 4200 pounds of rice to land at Fort Hertz and went over the Naga Hills to Burma. As I sat there being Long John Payne’s co pilot, my thoughts were on this hap py-go-lucky flyer. He had been an Eastern Airlines pilot for nine years before coming into the Air Corps. As he said, he’d let down into At lanta so many times in the smoke and fog that the bad weather of Burma didn’t worry him much. When Johnny first joined the ferry command he came into prominence by originating a saying that to us exemplified our feelings about the whole affair in Burma. Johnny had said, "If at first you don’t succeed, give up, for no one in this country gives a damn anyway.” We got over Fort Hertz pretty quickly and circled the little cleared place on top of a hill. The single runway, if you could call it that, was just nine hundred feet long. There were tracks where ships had I landed, but we found later that they had been slow RAF biplanes. There was a makeshift bridge at one end —two trees across a stream—and four markers made from dead trees which showed the other end of the "runway.” Everything else was jun gle. As Payne throttled the engines for the landing, he let down the wheels and said in his nonchalant way: "When I say okay, give me full flaps—then if I don’t hit the first ten feet of that field, spill ’em, for we'll go around again.” Well, Johnny Payne brought that heavy ship in like a master. He didn’t hit the first ten feet—I honest ly think he put those wheels down on the first foot of the available run way, and we had stopped at least fifty feet before we got to the other end. You ask a transport pilot if eight hundred feet isn’t a damn good landing. Johnny stayed back to unload the ship and guard it, for the Japs were supposed to be fairly close and we had learned that when people are in the panic of evacuation and star vation you can trust no one. I walked down the trail to contact the General of the Fifth Chinese Army. I wanted to ask him if he was get ting the rice, and find out why he needed rice when there were bul locks all around; I guess I really wanted to see for myself if the sto ries of sickness and starvation were true. What I saw and found was proof enough. General Ho took me about three ' miles down the road that led to Su prabum, and I counted fifty-five bod ies of soldiers who had died either I of cholera or from starvation. As I walked among them, with the harsh smell of death in the air, this Chi nese General told me that his sol diers had been killed trying to get bullocks from the Burmese. You see, the Burmese are Buddhists, and it is against their religion to eat meat or to see the sacred bullocks ! slaughtered. We must keep on drop ping rice or the entire army would starve, said the General. And we kept it up, dropping over two mil lion pounds into Burma before the | armies were evacuated into India for re-equipment. 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