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* Col. Robert L.Scoff W.N.U. RELEASE
SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS
INJagic Moulding of the Waistline
Juniper Costume With a Future
Dress Up Vegetables,
Serve Warm Dessert
For Cool Weather
Vitamin-rich carrots are hidden in
this lovely pudding along with nu
tritious cereal. It’s inexpensive,
point-wise and penny-wise when
you’re cooking on a limited food
budget.
Hot Delicacies
As the weather becomes cool and
blustery, we must shelve many of
our warmer
weather food fa
vorites, but there
are a host of oth
er good cold
weather recipes
to take their place.
Nothing is quite
•o important to a
person's well be
ing as a good.
substantial hot
food served piping hot, and during
the cooler months, everything at a
meal may be served hot—soup, en
tree, vegetables and dessert.
First of all, let’s look into the mat
ter of substantial vegetable dishes
you can make with home-canned
produce. You probably have green
beans, corn and tomatoes on hand.
Here are ways to dress them up:
Scalloped Green Beans.
(Serves 5)
2 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons flour
1 cup milk
14 cup liquid drained from beans
14 cup finely cut cheese
H teaspoon salt
14 teaspoon pepper
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
2 cups drained, canned green beans
14 cup buttered crumbs
Melt butter, add flour and blend
well. Add milk slowly and cook,
stirring constantly until thickened.
Add l.quid from beans, mustard
and cheese. Stir until cheese is
melted. Add salt and pepper. Place
alternate layers of beans and sauce
in a buttered casserole, and top with
crumbs. Bake in a pre-heated mod
erate (350-degree) oven for 30 min
utes.
Fried Corn.
(Serves 5-6)
1 cups corn
X tablespoon chopped onion
B tablespoons chopped green pepper
1 tablespoons drippings
94 teaspoon salt
94 teaspoon pepper
JS tablespoons water
Simmer onions and green pepper
In melted drippings for 3 minutes.
Add corn, water and seasonings.
Mix well, cover and cook slowly
•bout 10 minutes.
Savory Tomatoes.
94 cup diced bacon or salt pork
1 cup sllcnd onions
4 cups canned tomatoes
1 teaspoon salt
94 teaspoon pepper
4 tablespoons flour
Fry bacon or salt pork until near
ly crisp Add onions and cook until
lightly browned.
Add tomatoes,
salt and pepper
and simmer for
about 10 minutes.
Mix the flour with
a small amount
of cold water and
stir into the to
matoes. Cook un
til thickened. This
may be served as
• sauce over meat, fish, cooked rice
or spaghetti.
LYNN SAYS
Food Flashes: If a recipe calls
for canned fruit, use stewed dried
fruit if you don’t have the home
canned product.
If you need whipped cream to
dress up your favorite dessert,
take top of the bottle milk, chill
it well, combine with one of the
whipped cream mixes and set in
a bowl of cracked ice. Beat well
Dip scissors in flour before cut
ting raisins or other dried fruit
Make bread pudding of leftovei
cake, cookies, and bread. Servt
with meringue, lightly browned to
dress up the pudding, or orange
marmalade, jam or jelly.
Use simple icings for cake or
dust lightly with powdered sugar
put through a lacy paper doily
This saves sugar!
Another hearty vegetable dish is
this one made with potatoes and
oniens:
Scalloped Potatoes and Onions.
(Serves 6)
6 medlunt-siaed potatoes
4 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon salt
8-12 pearl onions
2 cups milk
Pare and slice potatoes thin, with
fancy cutter or paring knife. Butter
casserole well. Place layer of pota
toes at bottom of casserole, sprinkle
with 1 tablespoon flour, V« teaspoon
salt and dot with some butter. Cover
with a layer of onions and repeat
until all potatoes, onion and season
ings are used. Pour scalded milk
over top and dot with remaining
butter. Bake in a moderate (350
degree) oven until potatoes and on
ions are tender.
Hot desserts made with whole
grain cereals add substantial vita
mins and minerals to the diet:
Carrot Pudding.'
(Serves 9)
H cup shortening
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
1 'i cups grated carrot
H cup whole bran
lti cups flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
teaspoon salt
% cup milk
1 teaspoon lemon extract
Blend together sugar and shorten
ing until light and flulTy. Add un
beaten egg yolks.
one at a time,
1 beating well after
each addition.
Stir In carrots
and whole bran.
Sift flour, baking
powder and salt
together. Stir into
first mixture al
ternately with
mine. Add navor
lng and fold in stiffly beaten egg
whites. Turn into greased baking
dish and bake in a moderate oven
(350 degrees) 55-60 minutes. Serve
warm with desired sauce and top
with maraschino cherries.
Tired of serving potatoes the usual
way? Try them scalloped with pearl
onions, golden brown and piping hot
and you have the answer to starchy
vegetable problem of a meal.
Apple Crisp Pudding.
(Serves 6)
4 cups sliced apples
Ya cup sugar
Vi teaspoon cloves
It teaspoon nutmeg
Y* cup honey
H cup shortening
% cup sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Hi cups toasted bread cubes
Hi cups corn flakes
Mix apples with combined sugar,
spices and honey. Turn into shal
low baking pan. Blend shortening
and sugar thoroughly; add eggs and
flavoring and beat well. Mix with
bread cubes and corn flakes and
spread over apples. Bake in a mod*
erate oven <375 degrees) 40-45 min
utes or until apples are tender and
top is browned and crisp.
reach Rice Pudding.
(Serves 4)
5 or 6 canned cling peach halves
2 cups cooked rice
% cup brown sugar
% teaspoon cinnamon or nutmeg
1 teaspoon butter
Cut canned cling peach halves into
cubslets with scissors to make 1%
cups chopped peaches. Alternate
'ayers of chopped peaches and rice
n an oiled casserole, starting with
ice. Stir spice into brown sugar,
nd sprinkle some of mixture over
ach layer of rice. Make top layer
ce and dot with bits of butter; cov
r casserole. Bake tn moderate
/en (350 degrees) for 25 minutes,
rve warm with cream, if desired,
it no sauce or cream is actually
’cessary.
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win Chambers. Western News/raper
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Chicago 6, Illinois.
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The story thus far: . After g/aduallng
from West Point as a second lieutenant,
Robert Scott wins his wings at Kelly
Field, Texas, and takes up pursuit flying.
When the war breaks out he Is an In
structor In California and told be Is too
old for combat flying. He appeals to
several Generals for a chance to fly a
combat plane and Anally gets a break.
He flies a bomber to India, where he
becomes a ferry pilot but this does not
appeal to him. After visiting Gen. Chen
nault he gets a Klttyhawk and soon
becomes a "one man air force” over
Burma. He Is made commanding of
ficer of the 23rd lighter |roup, taking
over the AVG, and leaves for the Kweilin
area to take charge of fighter operations.
CHAPTER XVII
The surprise was that another
plane had now been found several
miles from the bomber. It was sup
posed to be a fighter, being smaller,
and it had burned upon crashing. I
therefore received credit for two en
emy planes destroyed on July 31. It
had been my first aerial combat, and
I felt very proud Indeed.
We found the reported prisoner,
but he was dead. While being ques
tioned he had tried to escape, had
killed several Chinese, had wound
ed others, and in turn had been
mortally wounded. Lieutenant Cluck
got to him before he died, but was
unable to get any valuable informa
tion
My first aerial engagement start
ed a story in Delhi—I found out
about it four months later. The
story told there was to the effect
that I had engaged an enemy bomb
er over China, and regardless of its
escort of two Zeros, had shot It
down. It had crashed into the
ground, and when they located it,
they also found the two Zeros, which
had dived into the rice paddies
at the tail of the bomber, one on
each side. Thus had the embar
rassed pilots committed hara-kiri,
for they had lost face by having the
ship that they were escorting de
stroyed.
Well, it was a laugh. But I’m
fairly certain the one Zero didn’t
commit suicide—I’m prone to be
lieve that some good, honest lead
poisoning from six fifty - calibre
American machine guns had a lot
to do with it
Major Tex Hill was the Squadron
commander of the outfit that I had
come to live with at Hengyang. He
was a blue-eyed Texan, lean and
lanky, six-feet-two of fighting blood.
I imagine if he had lived in the
frontier days of the American West,
he would have been a gunman over
there around the Pecos River—but
a gunman on the side of the Law. I
used to shut my eyes out there, sit
ting on the alert in Hunan, and
think about him. I could picture
that drawling Texan walking slow
ly through a border town with two
pearl-handled 45’s swinging low at
his hips. Walking with his arms
stiff at his sides, and watching with
his cold, blue eyes some “villain”
that was approaching the other way.
I could almost hear the hot lead
spitting from those guns as the two
shot it out, and I could always see
the villain fall, with Tex standing
there looking at his smoking guns.
Tex would always have won, for he
was the greatest fighter that I ever
saw, the most loyal officer, and the
best friend.
I’d seen Tex shoot down Japs in
the sky and I had followed on his
wing to learn the toctics of the
AVG. I know that tf there is any
man I owe my life to during the
months I fought in China, it is Maj.
Tex Hill. Seeing what he did in
combat, and how he handled his
ship; seeing his coolness on the
alert, and his keen desire for action.
I can hear Tex now, after he had
studied the plotting board that the
interpreters were covering with little
red flags showing the positions of
the approaching Jap fighter ships. I
can hear him saying: "Well, gentle
men, I think we’ll take off.” And he
would smile as he pulled on his hel
met and goggles.
Tex was the son of the Chaplain
of the Texas Rangers. Before the
AVG days he had been a Navy pilot
flying off carrier decks, and in the
Flying Tigers he had been second
only to Bob Neal as the leading ace.
Tex was the most truthful man I
ever met—even his subconscious
thoughts were truthful. He used to
tell me that one day after Madame
Chiang Kai-shek had pinned a med
al on him for shooting down some
Japanese planes over Toungoo, she
had asked him the next time he shot
down one of those Japanese planes
to please think of her and dedicate
it to the people of China. Tex of
course said, “Yes, Ma’am . . .”
I imagine that most any man
among us would have said "Yes” to
the Madame, and the next time we
shot down a Jap we would have told
the great lady all about it. We
would have remembered after the
fight what we had promised her, and
we would have gone in with a ro
mantic story of how we had met the
barbaric Japanese and had seen the
Madame’s face in the skies as we
shot the enemy down . . . and had
thought of her and the people of
China. But not Tex Hill—he was
too honest for that. He told me,
! “Colonel. I promised her that, and
I really meant it. And I’ve shot
down about twelve Japs since that
promise four months ago. But you
know I never can remember to think
about her when I’m in a battle—I’m
too busy."
Wfell no4t, you fcold that picture of
Tex Hill for a minute while I show
him to you in another light
One day over Hengyang, after we
had broken the Japanese wave with
our assault and support and there
were some fifteen Zeros burning
around among the pagodas of this
Hunan capital, I saw an odd sight
down below. There was one lone
Jap, doubtless of the suicide Samu
rai school, for though his buddies
had either been shot down in their
attempted strafing attack or had
turned for home, this arrogant fol
lower of the Shinto Shrine was
strafing the field—alone. Two of us
rolled to go get him, but from the
end of the field towards the river
I saw a P-40 pull out of a dive and
head for the Jap. It was Tex Hill.
As the two fighters drew together
in this breath-taking, head-on attack,
1 saw their tracers meeting and for
a second I didn’t know whether the
ships ran together or both exploded
in the air. As the smoke thinned I
saw the P-40 flash on through and
out into the clear, but the Jap
crashed and burned on the field of
Hengyang. Hill and the Jap had
shot it out nose to nose, and once
again I thought of the days of West
ern gunplay.
Things kept right on happening at
Hengyang, for after all there are
Japanese bases fanning out in many
directions—East, North, Northeast,
South, and Southeast. Some of them
were within an hour’s flight of our
field. Hankow was the one to the
North on the Yangtse. The Japs
*
Maj. “Tex" Hill, AVG and squad
ron C.O. and Col. Meriam C. Cooper.
sent their bombers to worry us from
up there, and before we caught on
how to do it, they made life mis
erable for us. They had gotten tired
of sending their day bombers down,
for they lost too many; so now they
had resorted to a period of constant
night attack.
Just when the full moon in the
clear sky would begin to light the
ground like daylight, the telephone
would start ringing, the Chinese in
terpreters would begin to stick the
little flags into the Map, and we’d
know that the Jap was on the way.
Wt'u be just about to sit down to
supper after a hard day’s work on
the alert. We’d leave the rice and
fish and squash, amid the houseboys’
calls of "Jin-bao—” (air raid), and
we’d rush for our planes that had
been assigned to night duty. Some
times the attack was a harassing
one only, and we’d return without
seeing them and go wearily back in
the moonlight to the hostel, get some
tea and a cookie, and crawl in the
bed.
Just about the time the head hit
the pillow and the body felt a little
comfortable the alert would go
again. I’d hear the tinkle of a small
dinner bell and the plaintive voice of
one of the houseboys—"Jin-bao, Jin
bao—please get up, master—Jin
bao.” Off we’d go again and into
the sky. Sometimes the Jap would
feint two or three times to make us
use valuable gasoline. Sometimes
he’d circle Hengyang by fifty miles
and then go back to Hankow. We’d
spend the night between the hostel
and the alert shack; but after all,
as we used to say, you weren't sup
posed to be comfortable in a war,
and we were no exception.
Sometimes, though, the Jap didn’t
feint.
uenerai unennaun gui us 10 pica
the best and most experienced pilots
for the night interception missions.
We’d use two to four ships and place
them at different altitudes over the
field, and wait for the Jap in the
light of the moon, with our lights
out. On this particular night John
ny Alison was at 13,000 feet, and a
thousand feet lower we had Ajax
Baumler. I’ll tell you about Johnny
now, but we’ll take up more on
Ajax later—for this was mostly
Johnny’s fight.
Alison was a superior airman,
fighter pilot, and officer, and was the
ideal combat leader. A Florida boy,
he knew the Allison engine well
enough to have designed it. He
knew the P-40's better than anyone I
have ever seen, for he had instruct
ed the British in their use in the
United Kingdom and then had gone
over to show the Russians how to
fly and repair them near Moscow.
Tonight he was about to carve his
name with his six fifty-calibre guns
in such a manner that few of us
would ever forget it, and certainly
no Chinese in Uie city of Hengyang
would ever forget the night.
We got our four ships into the air
at staggered altitudes. We heard
the radio reports from Richardson
giving the latest positions of the
Japs. Reported over Changsha.
Then North of the field. Then all
was silent while we waited. In our
positions over the field we placed
ourselves down-moon—that is, where
the bombers would have to fly be
tween us and the moon and thus
silhouette themselves against the
full orange light.
Then I saw the five bombers
against the moon. They were at
13,000 feet. I know I swore be
cause they were below me, and I
could Imagine the cursing of every
one of the others who were at the
wrong altitude, for we could not
change altitude until the first at
tack. But they were at Johnny’s
height, and I listened for him to say
that he saw them. Down the field
they told us later that you could
hear the moan of one Allison engine
as a P-40 moved in for the attack,
could hear it above the sound of the
ten radial engines on the enemy
bombers.
The seconds dragged, and then we
heard Johnny say, “Okay, I see
’em." And now we saw their ex
hausts, looking like ten bushel-bas
kets of blue fire. For a full second,
as the enemy bombers moved to
wards the target that was our field,
all was quiet, and I wondered if
Johnny had lost them in the dark
ness. Then I saw him, so close to
the enemy ships that he seemed to
be in formation with them—and
clearly over my radio I heard John
ny Alison say, “Watch the fire
works.”
Six lines of tracers went into one
of the bombers and glowed brighter
than the two bushel-baskets of ex
haust fire. The first Jap bomber
trailed fire, slowly turned on its
back, and spun crazily towards
Hengyang, right over the town. Be
low, I could see a few flashes from
the exploding enemy bombs, but
most of them seemed short of the
target area and very scattered.
Johnny’s tracers were still going
into the enemy ships and I could
see their return fire now, but it
seemed to go in no certain direc
tion. I had moved in closer, trying
to get to the altitude of the fight.
On the ground the mechanics and
the Chinese interpreters had a
grandstand seat for one of the best
moving pictures that has ever been
—except that this was real. They
too had heard Johnny say, ‘‘Watch
the fireworks,” and had seen and
heard the heavy guns of the P-40.
They could see pieces of the bomber
coming off and going back into the
slipstream, reflecting the glow of the
fire that came with the explosion.
Then the whole sky lighted as the
first one plunged to the earth, with
the fire making a queer sound as the
wreckage fell.
The lone fighter now was sliding
over behind the other bombers, and
the second one was exploding and
turning over. The third one tried to
turn, seemed to hang for seconds
against the full moon, then dove in
flames in a pitch that got steeper
and steeper. Several thousand feet
below our level it exploded and
burning gasoline fell with it. The
light of the three burning bombers
combined with the brilliant moon
light to make the night like day.
The number four enemy ship had
turned back now, with an engine
shot out, but Ajax Baumler got it
ten miles North of the field. The
last enemy dove out and turned for
home when he saw his three leaders
burn, but Baumler followed him
thirty miles North and shot him
down in flames.
From the ground, the watchers
told us later, they could hear the
fifty-calibre guns above the noise of
the smaller calibre Jap guns. With
in seconds after the attack, there
were three ships burning around the ;
city walls, and none of the forma
tion got home.
But something was the matter
with Alison. We could see his ship
and it was not flying normally. Ev
ery now and then it would stream
Are that was more than just a back
fire. On the ground they could hear
his engine missing badly.
Alison called in that he was hit,
but would try to land his ship on
the field.
To land a crippled fighter in day
light is quite a feat but to attempt
to land one at night, one that has
been shot to pieces and may burst
into flames any second, is more than
that. We knew why Johnny was
taking the chance: we needed that
ship if he could get it on the field,
even if it was shot to bits we needed
the parts that could be salvaged. It
would have been perfectly all right
if the pilot had gone over the side
as soon as that engine began to fade
out that night. Whether or not he
had shot down three bombers, he
could have "hit the silk" and floated
to safety in his chute. But Johnny
must have said, “The hell with that,
we need this ship—we always need
ships.” To keep old P-40’s that we
flew in flying condition we had to ;
rob parts from every airplane that ,
we could salvage after a crackup.
This is called "cannibalizing” in
the lingo of field depots in the Air
Corps, and covers a multitude of
sins.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
1894
32-46
Slenderizing!
*TpHE magic moulding of this
dress through the waistline will
instantly recommend it to larger
women! You’ll like it, too, for the
soft vestee-effect bodice which
may be of lace, eyelet embroidery
or any contrasting material.
* * *
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1894 is de
signed lor sizes 32, 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44
and 46. Size 34 dress, with short sleeves,
requires 4</« yards 39-lnch material, ft
yard contrast.
For this pattern send 25 cents in coins,
your name, address, pattern number and
size wanted.
Changeable!
VVfEAR this jumper costume
’ v with contrasting blouses,
sweaters, and bright belts, and
you’ll have many different-look
ing ensembles. Wools, flannels,
Paraffin used for covering jelly
should never be heated to the
smoking point. This causes it to
shrink from the side of the glass.
—•—
Once food has started to boil,
turn down the flame. It does not
need a large flame to keep it boil
ing.
Low temperature is the secret
of tender eggs. Too high tem
perature or extended cooking time
toughens the protein in the egg.
—•—
When hanging up the wash, hang
one pillow slip with the open end
up. When taking down wash put
all small pieces in that pillow slip,
then when sprinkling clothes you
will not need to sort out small
pieces.
ASK MOTHER, SHE KNOWS .
1221
12-20
1 jersefs, and velvets will make up
beauifully into this smart and
versatile style.
• • •
Barbtra Bell Pattern No. 1221 ia de
signed for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18 and 20.
Size 14 ensemble, long sleeves, requires
4^i yards of 39-inch material.
Due tt an unusually large demand and
current war conditions, slightly more time
is required in filling orders for a few
of the most poular pattern numbers.
Send your order to:
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530 South Wells St. Chicago
Enclose 25 cents in coins for each
pattern desired.
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