GOD IS MY , V ■ PO-PILOT * 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. Da you have recipes or entertaining ingestions which you'd like to />ass on > other readers/1 Send them to Miss win Chambers. Western News/raper nion, 210 South Itesplaines Street, Chicago 6, Illinois. Released b» Western Newspaper Union. 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