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Fish for Dinner . . . Have It Often
(See Recipes Below)
Fish Foods
Those red point problems won’t
Iron out by themselves. They need
the expert guidance of the home
maker who makes a hobby of work
ing out her point budget to suit her
own particular needs.
We’ve discovered lots of delicious
foods since food rationing began, and
not the least of those is fish. It's
a fairly inexpensive food and gives
you a wealth of protein, vitamins
and minerals.
Fish may be purchased whole or
as fillet or steaks. Scales may be
lert on when the
fish is cooked for
they usually soft
en in the cooking
process. The
methods usually
employed for pre
: paring Ash are
the same as used
for meat — broil
i ing, frying, buk
ing and even
boiling. If well cooked and sea
toned, fish can be a welcome addi
tion to your table.
Broiling Fish,
When using a whole fish for broil
ing, clean thoroughly, then wipe dry
and sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Brush the broiler pan with fat and
place fish on heated rack, about two
inches from broiling unit. Broil un
til fish is well browned and flakes
when tried with a fork. It will take
from 6 to 12 minutes to broil the fish,
depending upon its size.
If you are broiling flsh fillets,
brush them first with melted fat and
sprinkle lightly with flour to give
them a crispy surface after broiling.
Baked Haddock with Dressing.
(Serves 4)
t haddock steaks (about 114 pounds)
ltt tablespoons chopped onion
K cup chopped mushrooms
S tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon chopped parsley
1 teaspoon salt
% teaspoon pepper
1 tablespoon water
1H cups fine bread crumbs
Place steaks in shallow, buttered
baking dish. Sprinkle with salt and
pepper. Saute onion and mushrooms
In butter for 5 minutes. Add ail
remaining ingredients. Spread over
fish. Bake in a moderate even for
30 to 35 minutes. Serve plain or with
celery sauce. Strips of bacon may
be placed on top of dressing before
baking.
Tartar Sauce for Fish.
1 teaspoon minced onion
X teaspoons chopped sweet pickle
1 teaspoon chopped green olives
W tablespoon minced capers
1 tablespoon minced parsley
44 cup mayonnaise
1 tablespoon tarragon vinegar
Drain first five ingredients and
fold into mayonnaise. Add vinegar.
Bass, halibut, perch, pickerel, pike
or trout m°y be substituted for the
haddock in the above recipe.
Mackerel with Bacon and Onions.
(Serves 4)
1 pound fillet of mackerel
Salt and pepper
1 cup sliced onions
4 tablespoons butter
H cup fine, soft bread crumbs
2 slices crisp, broiled bacon
LYNN SAYS
Fish Sauces: For white sauce
variations, you’ll enjoy the follow
ing: Add 1 tablespoon chopped
shallots to 1 cup medium white
sauce; or Vi pound, sliced,
blanched almonds toasted with
butter; 2 chopped hard-cooked
eggs; ^ cup cooked shrimp with
1 hard-cooked egg; or H cup
grated cheese.
Fish Stuffings: To 1 recipe plain
bread stuffing, may be added:
any one of the following: % to 1 cup
sliced, sauteed mushrooms; 2 ta
blespoons chopped green pepper,
Vi teaspoon mace; Vi cup ground
onion, % cup grated raw carrots;
2 tablespoons minced parsley, V«
teaspoon savory seasoning and Vt
teaspoon celery seed.
Lynn Chambers' Point-Saving
Menu
Tomato Juice
*Baked Haddock with Dressing
Chopped Spinach with
Egg Garnish
Baked Potatoes
Grated Carrot Salad Muffins
Stewed Dried Apricots
Cookies Beverage
•Recipe Given
Arrange fillets In shallow, greased
baking dish. Sprinkle with salt and
pepper. Saute on
ions gently in but
ter until tender
but not browned.
Turn out on fish,
sprinkle with
crumbs and top
with bacon. Bake
in a hot oven (400
degrees) until fish
is done, about 15
minutes.
Salmon and Vegetables.
(Serves 6 )
2 tablespoons uiccU onion
2 tablespoons butter ,
2 cups cooked peas
1 pound salmon, cooked or canned
2 cups diced, cooked potatoes
Dash of pepper
K cup sour cream
Cook onion in butter until tender
but not browned. Add liquid from
cooked or canned peas and cook un
til reduced to % cup. Place pota
toes in shallow baking dish, add peas
and sprinkle with pepper. Break
salmon into large pieces and arrange
on top of vegetables. Combine
reduced liquid mixture with sour
cream and pour over vegetables gnd
fish. Bake in a moderate oven (350
degrees) 40 minutes until vegetables
have absorbed most of the liquid.
Fish Fritters.
(Serves 4)
1 pound small Ash
3 eggs, separated
3 tablespoons flour
% teaspoon salt
tt teaspoon pepper
H teaspoon minced garlic
1 tablespoon minced parsley
Cook fish, remove skin and bones;
mash. Beat egg yolks light and
thick, then add
remaining ingre
dients. Fold in
whites of eggs
which have been
stiffly beaten.
Drop by spoonfuls
into hot fat and
fry until brown.
Serve with tomato
catchup, tartar
sauce, or egg sauce.
Scallops are another excellent flsh
to serve when you want something
different for a meal. They lack fishy
taste and smell and are boneless
and easy to fix:
Fricassee of Scallops.
(Serves 6)
2 pounds scaHops
2 tablespoons butter
1 onion, sliced
1 tablespoon (lour
1 cup stock from scallops
1 tablespoon minced parsley
Salt and pepper
1 egg yolk
1 teaspoon lemon Juice
Simmer scallops 5 to 8 minutes.
Melt butter, add onion and cook about
3 minutes. Stir in flour until well
blended, add stock and cook until
mixture thickens. Add parsley, salt
and pepper. Beat egg yolk, and add
to hot sauce gradually. Cook for 2
minutes, then add scallops and lem
on. Serve at once.
Do you have recipes or entertaining
suggestions which you’d like to pass on
to other readers? Send them to Miss
Lynn Chambers, Western Newspaper
Union, 210 South Uesplaines Street,
Chicago 6, Illinois.
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GOD IS MY
*. CO-PILOT
fcCol. Robert1 L.Scott
W.NU RELEASE
The Uory thus fur: After graduating
from West Point at 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 he Is too
old for combat flying, fie 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 Kittyhawk to fly and
soon becomes a "one man air force"
over Burma. I,ater he Is made com
manding officer of the 23rd Fighter
Group. He tells about his friend, MaJ.
"Tex” Hill, to whom he owes his life.
CHAPTER XVIII
So Johnny glided to the field with
his missing engine, and then we
heard him say that he couldn't make
the field and was going to sit down
In the river. The moon made it
fairly bright, but even at that I knew
that Johnny had to be mighty good
and very lucky. Then I wondered
whether or not he was wounded.
Silhouetted against the light from
the three bombers he had shot down,
his fighter looked awfully low. He
skimmed over the Chinese Junks on
the river, and I saw the splash as
the P-40, with its wheels up, hit the
Slang Kiang. Down on the ground
they heard his engine give one more
dying gasp, as with a surge of power
—probably from full gun and a prop
In low pitch—it lifted him over the
last of the masts of the junks and
let him level off to skid across the
surface of the river.
We came in and landed now, for
the ground crew had gotten the
smudge-pot boundary lights set out
to mark the runway as well as the
bomb craters. We gathered togeth
er fast with the boys who had stayed
on the ground, and talked about the
great battle. I remember Tex Hill
shaking his head and saying, “I’m
afraid Johnny didn’t make it. Dog
gone, he was a good boy.” We ail
felt a sinking in our hearts. We
waited and we kind of prayed too.
I sent Captain Wang, our salvage
man, out to see if he could get any
news of Major Alison. We made our
reports out and kept waiting on the
alert. Just when we had really
given up hope, we heard the sound
of sharp explosions. All of us ran
out of the alert shack, to see the
strangest sight that we ever saw,
even in China.
A procession had entered the field.
The Chinese sentry had passed the
crowd of people and was himself
holding his thumb In the air calling
"Ding-hao—ding-hao.” In the midst
of the procession and surrounded by
children shooting Chinese firecrack
ers in celebration, was a sedan chair
carried on the backs of the villagers
of Hengyang. And Johnny Alison
was in the sedan chair—smiling.
Johnny Alison had a couple of
burns on his hands and legs where
some bits of the Japs’ explosive bul
lets had hit him. He'd been slightly
cut on the forehead when, on land
ing in the river, his head had hit
the heavy metal of the gun-sight.
But the scar fhat would leave would
be a common one after the war, for
every fighter pilot flies along with
his head just Inches behind that
hunk of steel that contains the lights
and prisms of the modern gun
sights. Just the slightest accident
and it is out there to split your head.
I asked Johnny why in hell he
went so close to the bomber forma
tion, and he grinned and said, “I
was scared I’d miss one of them.”
Our salvage crew worked and
worked at the job of raising the P-40
from the bottom of the Siang-Kiang.
But with the fourteen-foot depth and
the swift current, they had more
than modem engineering with the
limitations of our floating equipment
could accomplish. Under Captain
Wang—Chinese-American and in our
Army—they floated barges out to
the spot and tried to tow it ashore
with lines. Then they lowered steel
drums, tied them to the ship, tried
to pump the water from the sub
merged drums and thus float the
P-40—but everything failed.
During all the work of the Amer
icans with windlass and block-and
tackle, the Chinese villagers, who
had offered their services long be
fore smiled and stood by. We asked
ourselves: What in hell could the
Chinese coolies and rivermen do if
we. with our general knowledge and
advanced civilization, couldn’t raise
the ship? We went on and failed
for three days, and then to the per
sistent Chinese w-e said, "Okay, go
ahead.”
We watched them float raft after
raft of long thick bamboo poles to
the buoy that now marked the spot
where Johnny’s fighter had sunk.
Mentally we set down the raising
of the ship as impossible and got
ready to mark it off the list. But
the Chinese went on cheerfully with
their work. I saw them pull them
seves down into the river with
ropes tied to the fighter, taking with
them an eighteen-foot length of bam
boo. They would slide this under
the wing of the ship and lash it into
place with grass rope. Hundreds of
times they did this, until a perfect
mat of bamboo was under the entire
wing of the little P-40. Then they
lashed the mat to the fuselage and
started another row under the wing.
Through it all we smiled at the wast
ed effort, and I heard men say, "Oh
well, there are lots of Chinese any
way. Let them work.”
But toward the second day's
close, I began to wonder, and that
evening as darkness settled over the
river I went out to watch their tire
less labor. Suddenly there was a
movement among the rivermen to
tighten the four cables that tied the ,
fighter to the barge, and I saw the
canopy and the prop of Johnny’s
fighter ship rise aoove the surface of
the river. Involuntarily I cheered,
and I felt a lump in my throat as
if I had swallowed something; as
I tried to talk to the officer with
me I felt my lip tremble with emo
tion. But the Chinese never cheered
or got excited; they remained as
stoical as ever. They seemed to
know that they were going to be suc
cessful, and had merely been wait
ing for the crazy Americans to quit
playing around with all the strange
gadgets.
,They had floated the 9100 pounds
of P-40, and now they towed it to
shore. Our salvage crew put the
wheels down in the water, and with
the aid of about a hundred coolies
the ship was pulled up the river
bank and then out to the field. We
counted eleven bullet holes through
the engine and in the cockpit. Next
day the ground crews began the
work of repair. Days had to pass
before an engine from another dam
aged fighter could be installed, and
more time had to go by before
we got it completely worked over.
But in the end it flew again in com
bat against the Japanese—thanks to
labor of good mechanics, and the
the bravery of a gallant officer, the
unswerving patience and devotion of
those brave Chinese coolies and riv
ermen who had never heard of the
word "impossible.”
When I first went to China I think
I imagined in my short stay that I
would gradually change the simple
Chinese. I used to rant and rave
about this and that, and try to show
“My armament sergeant and the
crew chief of the fighter."
the houseboys better and more ef
ficient ways to do things. But they
never changed, and finally I real
ized that they were changing me!
Now in raising this ship they had
used a method three thousand years
old. 1 have read since how they had
employed it in Burma, long years
before, when the great temple bell
weighing over thirty tons was
thrown into the deep lake to save it
from the heathen. When the heath
en had occupied the land and had
himself been beaten in due time,
probably by the country and by time
itself, they had come back to the
lake, these Chinese, and with bam
boo poles had raised the thirty tons
of metal.
During my stay in China I have
watched the Chinese being bombed,
and have seen them go out and pick
their dead from among the ruins of
their cities. Then wait bravely for
the Jap to come again, while they
went on scratching out a road with
their bare hands, stoically working
and watching for material to come
over that road with which to fight
the enemy. Waiting patiently, as
though they knew that some day
they would have a chance to fight
the Japanese who have tried to ex
terminate them.
Even with the small fighter and
bomber force that we now had in
China, the people had taken a new
lease on life. Every time we had an
air battle over Hengyang they would
capture another town along the
Yangtse or near the lakes around
Nanchang. I think we realized then,
as General Chennault had realized
for a long time, that all these people
needed was a chance, with air sup
port for their ground armies and
modern equipment for their soldiers.
Our small force had put new life
into them. They had plaques em
broidered in commemoration of the
battles that we fought. These would
sometimes represent the American
eagle holding the flags of America.
Britain, Russia, and China. In Chi
nese characters would be a poetic
account of the battle that the pilot
or the squadron had fought. As we
drove along the roads in our jeeps
to the field for the alert of the "Jin
bao,” the little children would hold
their thumbs up and call again and
again, “Ding-hao.”
More and more we asked our
selves, “What couldn’t we do with
plenty of equipment for the Chinese
ground armies, and us over their
heads with adequate air support?”
Would the day ever come when we
could make an attack with a force !
that was a credit to the greatest
country in the world? Towards the
middle of August, as our pilots died
in the old ships that we had, we
had begun to doubt it.
For no, we didn't win all the time.
Sometimes we lost, even when we
traded one for ten. We lost because
the Jap could replace his lost
planes; we could not It was more
than losing ships—sometimes our pi
lots died in the unequal battles.
One day in August, Johnny Alison
was leading six P-40's to intercept
a larger number of Japanese com
ing in against Hengyang from both
Hankow and Canton. When inter
ception was made, the Japs had
fifty-three planes. They were in
three waves, so of course Johnny
didn't get them all together and let
them take shots at his little force.
He circled in the sun, waiting for
the opportunity to strike, and get
away with all his ships. Then it
came. He dove through nine of
them, and his six planes shot down
four of the enemy. In his second
attack, after diving away and climb
ing back into the sun, he sent four |
of his six down against them and
then came on with the other two,
just in case the enemy should follow
the small attacking force out of the
familiar "circling movement” that
the Jap with his ever superior num
bers always went into.
The little force of fighters knocked
down another Zero. But one of the
P-40's was in trouble. Johnny said
later that he had seen the enemy
ships following the Forty, but
thought the closest one was another
P-40. Too late he realized the error
and went to help the pilot, whom he
knew by then to be a boy named I
Lee ^linor. The Zero rode the J
American fighter’s tail and shot it
down with cannon, and the P-40
burned. Johnny watched for a chute
to open, but nothing happened.
As we drove out along the high
way that afternoon—Baumler and
Alison, Jack Belden of Life maga
zine and I—we were hoping by some
fluke that Minor had bailed out and
that Johnny had failed to see him
do it, but we suspected that we were
merely being optimistic. The far
ther we drove down the road to the
South, towards the battle area of the
morning, the more we expected what
we found. Finally we saw it.
Four Chinese coolies were walking
towards the nearest village, carry
ing an object lashed to poles, and
carrying it in the old way of tl~ej
East, with the poles over their shoul
ders. The thing they were carrying
was wrapped in grass matting, but
I saw the bare feet sticking out. We
stopped the jeep and called to the
coolies. Jack Belden spoke to them
in Chinese and took the cover from
the face. It was Lieutenant Minor, i
and of course he was dead. His ship
in exploding had evidently thrown
him out and opened his chute, but
the explosion had killed him. He
had definitely not crashed with the
ship, for there was hardly a mark
on his body.
Wrapping Minor in his parachute,
we took him back in a rickety Chi
nese bus that we commandeered.
We knew we'd miss Minor and men
like him. He’d been one of the up
and-coming younger pilots, and had
already shot down one Japanese
plane.
We took Minor’s body to the Cath- i
olic mission across the river, and
bought one of the old, ancient-look
ing Chinese coffins, made out of
wood about six inches thick, with
corners that turned up like a pagoda
roof; they must weigh two hundred
pounds. We put Minor’s body in
side and held a simple service; for
you have to work fast in tempera
tures of a hundred and eight, when
the humidity is just about a hundred.
Then we filled the casket with quick
lime, sealed it up on our brother
officer, covered it with ten layers of
heavy bricks to protect it from rob
bers and rats, and left it there to
wait for the next transport to Kun
ming.
The headquarters in Yunnan is the
burial ground for all of our pilots
killed fighting against the Japanese.
There on the plateau in Yunnan is
the only memorial ground the 23rd
Fighter Group will ever have. Our
pilots lie beneath a gray slate slab
from the earth of Yunnan, under the
wings of the Chinese and the Amer
ican Air Forces. They lie there in
the shadow of a little Buddhist tem
ple which for all practical purposes
is the Christian temple of our God.
Captain A. J. Baumler was the
best operations officer I ever saw.
He could go out and shoot down
Japs all day, then come in and read
the combat reports of twenty pilots,
digest them all, and write out a com
prehensive report.
‘‘Ajax’’ was from New Jersey. He
had fought for nearly two years with
the Loyalists in Spain, and had shot
down seven Messerschmitts and
Fiats in that war; when he became
an ace in the 23rd Group he was the
first man in the war who had shot
down German, Italian, and Japa
nese aircraft. Ever since America
had entered the war he had led a
hectic existence. Months before De- 1
cember 7th, he had left America
from California to join the AVG and
General Chennault, as a Lieutenant
in the Air Corps. He had been ,
stopped in Hawaii for a month and
then had received permission to con- ,
tinue on.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Faithful Tibetans Carry
Prayer Wheels to Spin
Every faithful Tibetan Buddhist
carries a prayer wheel, which he
constantly spins round. The Ti
betans believe in constant prayer,
saying that the more often you
pray the more likely are your
prayers to be heard.
So inside every prayer wheel
are hundreds of tiny pieces af pa
per, each one bearing the prayer
“Om Mani Padme Hum,” which, '
being interpreted, means ‘‘O, the If
Jewel in the Lotus.” Every time l
the wheel is spun round, all the
pieces of paper rotate, so that
each turn means that hundreds of
fluttering pieces of paper have
sent their prayer to Heaven.
In wringing out pillow cases in
the laundry, always insert the
closed end into the roller first.
This will prevent possible burst
ing of the seams.
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So you are having trouble start
ing wooden screws with a screw
driver? Well, put them through a
piece of cardboard first and then
hold the cardboard while the screw
is starting into the wood.
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After baking always leave the
oven door open to permit the
moisture to escape and thus pre
vent the oven from rusting.
—•—
Line the container in which you
remove ashes from the furnace
with wet paper to keep down the
dust.
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Plant lemon seeds in flowerpots
for house plants. The shiny leaves
flavor cakes when one or two are
placed in the bottom of the cake
pan. Tie a few leaves into a cloth
and drop into apple-sauce a few
minutes to give it flavor.
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A small bowl of vinegar placed
in a room will absorb tobacco
smoke.
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If your lamp shades are dingy
and yellow on the inside, they
probably are absorbing quite a
large percentage of the light you
need to see by. To restore their
reflecting abilities, paint the inside
with two coats of white shoe pol
ish. Pat the second coat on care
fully after the first is completely
dry.
Gems of Thought
TSJO man or woman can really
^be strong, gentle, pure and
good without the world being
better for it, without somebody
being helped and comforted by
the very existence of that good
ness.—Phillips Brooks.
Rich from the very want of wealth.
In heaven’s best treasures, peace and
health. —GRAY.
A little explained, a little en
dured, and a little passed over
in silence, and lo! the rugged
atoms fit like smooth mosaic.
Small souls try to help the
world by what they noisily do,
great souls by what they quietly
are.
Bought the Wind, hut He
Couldn’t Sell It to Others
There have been many unusual
methods of making money, but
perhaps the strangest idea of all
was that of a Dutch merchant of
Friesen, who bought from Count
Cirkens the wind that blew over
his extensive property. He offered
about $30,000.
Immediately the contract was
signed and sealed the merchant
wrote to all the owners of wind
mills on the estate and demanded
payment for the use of his wind!
Perhaps needless to say, he didn’t
get it!
To pick up broken glass from
the floor, wet a newspaper and
gently wipe up the glass with it.
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Keep your windows bright and
clear on the inside during the win
ter by merely wiping them off with
a soft paper napkin each week.
This will remove the moist dirt
and polish them at the same time.
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