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Frosty Thirst-Quenchers Are Party Fare
(See Recipes Below)
Light Refreshments
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Looking for an easy way to return
your social obligations? This is the
season for It, be
cause entertain
ing can be cool,
simple and still
lovely.
All food can be
point easy and
fun to fix because
it does not re
quire standing over a hot stove to
have It ready. For the simpler type
of party, rely heavily on cooling
thirst quenchers with perhaps a few
cookies or small cakes arranged at
tractively on a platter. If the party
takes the place of dinner, you might
have several substantial salads. Try
serving on the lawn or garden, buf
ifet style, and save strain on house
keeping.
You will want to suggest coolness
in your table settings. Blues and
greens are very comfortable and
you can relieve the monotony by
having flowers In whites, pink or
yellow, whichever goes best with
what you have.
I've picked out some especially
good beverages for this season.
Don't use your supplies of canning
sugar for such things as this. If you
can manage to purchase tee cream
and sherbet for the drinks, do so
and save the sugar where It’s most
needed.
Orange Cream.
(Serves 6>
4 egg yolks
4H cups orange Juice
1H cupe cream or rich milk
8ugar, If dealred
Beat egg yolks until light, add or
ange Juice and blend thoroughly.
iPour into glasses and stir in cream.
Sweeten to taste, if sugar is need
led. Serve at once.
Party Punch.
<8ervea 8 to 10)
1 cup freshly made tea
1 cep sugar
8 cups water
1 cup orange Juice
1 cup sliced, sweetened strawberries
'% cup lemon Juice
1 pint carbonated water
Pour hot tea over sugar, add wa
ter. Cool. Add orange and lemon
Juice and strawberries. Just be
fore serving, add carbonated water.
If served in punch bowl, add thin
slices of orange.
Orange Punch.
(Serves 6 to 8)
1 pint orange Ice
4 pints dry ginger ale
Crashed Ice ,
Maraschino
cherries
Beat orange Ice
and ginger ale
together. Serve in
glasses with'
crushed Ice and j
cherries.
Fruit Lemonade.
(Serves 8 to 8)
1H cops light corn syrup
% cup water
Juice of 2 lemons
Juice of 2 oranges
% cup pinetpple juice
4 tablespoons cracked Ice
Lynn Says
Easy Sips: Next time you have
iced tea. flavor with honey in
stead of sugar and serve with
lemon and orange wedges. It’s
delightful.
If you have leftover fruit juices,
coffee or tea, make ice cubes with
them. Then frosty drinks will not
have that watery flavor. Bits of
fruit, berries or mint sprigs may
also be frozen in ice cubes to
make them attractive.
For a good afternoon pick-up,
try chilled tomato juice with gin
ger ale; or, use apricot nectar
with a dash of lemon juice.
Iced coffee takes on a party
touch when topped with meringue
and sprinkled with cinnamon.
Lynn Chambers’ Refreshment
Suggestion
•Party Punch
Assorted Finger Sandwiches
•Fudgies
Assorted Mints or Small Candies
•Recipes Given
4 cherries
Few slices of banana
1H cups ginger ale
Boil together syrup and water for
2 minutes. Set aside and cool. Pour
one-half cup of
the cooled syrup
into shaker or
large Jar, add
fruit Juices and
ice and shake.
Fill glasses about
half full of the
mixture and complete with ginger
ale, remaining syrup, slivered cher
ries and banana.
Cookies to go with the cool drinks
should be tasty but sugar-saving.
You'll like both of these suggestions:
Fudgies.
(Makes 4 dozen 2-Inch cookies)
44 cup shortening
44 cup sugar
44 cup dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 egg
2 squares chocolate
2 cups flour
44 teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon salt
44 cup buttermilk or sour milk
44 cup nuts
Cream together sugar and short
ening. Add syrup gradually, beat
ing after each addition. Blend in
vanilla. Add egg and beat until
light. Add melted chocolate. Sift
together all dry ingredients, then
add to creamed mixture alter
nately with buttermilk, beating until
smooth after each addition. Blend
in nuts. Drop by spoonfuls on
greased baking sheet. Bake In a
moderate (350-degree) oven. (One
half cup cocoa may be used in place
of chocolate. Sift with flour, soda
and salt.)
Almond Jam Bars.
(Makes 2*4 dozen medium
sized bars)
44 cup shortening
44 teaspoon almond extract
44 teaspoon vanilla
44 cup corn syrup or honey
144 cups flour
I teaspoon baking powder
44 teaspoon salt
44 teaspoon cinnamon
44 teaspoon cloves
1 egg
44 cup jam
Mix together shortening and ex
traots. Add syrup, mixing well. Sift
together flour, baking powder, salt,
cinnamon and cloves. Add to short
ening and mix until crumbly. Beat
In egg. mixing well. Spread half of
batter on greased, shallow pan.
Spread jam over batter. Cover jam
with remaining batter. Bake in a
moderately hot (400-degree) oven 25
30 minutes. Cut in bars.
Here’s a light layer cake that’s
lovely for more elaborate parties.
Spread marshmallow Ailing in be
tween and on top, then SDrinkle with
shaved nuts and candied cherries:
Swedish Layer Cake.
5 whites of eggs
H teaspoon cream of tartar
1 cup sugar
Va cup cocoa
H cup flour
H teaspoon vanilla
Beat eggs until foamy, add cream
of tartar, sugar and cocoa and beat
well very stiff. Add vanilla, fold in
sifted flour and place in 2 shallow,
buttered pans. Bake in a moderate
(350-degree) oven about 20 minutes.
A good cookie type of sweet for
summertime is this one that Is
sugar-saving, too. Melt about 2V4
cups of semi-sweet chocolate chips
in the top part of a double boiler
and then mix in 3*6 cups wheat
flakes. Drop by spoonfuls onto
waxed paper and allow to ctoL Or,
spread in a greased, shallow pan
and cut into squares.
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CHAPTER I
Elizabeth Herlong looked across
the coffee-cups at her husband.
“Feel better, Spratt?”
He began to laugh. "Yes, I do.
Talking to you is such a relief.
You’re good to drop everything and
drive all the way here just to listen
to me.”
“You know it’s no bother,” said
Elizabeth. “I rather enjoy being a
wastebasket for you to toss your
troubles into.”
“Call it that if you like,” said
Spratt. "Anyway, you're always
there when I want you.”
They smiled Intimately at each
other. They had been through this
a hundred times in the past twenty
years, since long before Spratt Her
long became a major producer of
pictures at Vertex Studio. It was
always the same, with minor varia
tions—a picture that simply would
not get itself made, actors who
quarreled with the . cameraman,
writers who couldn’t write, directors
who antagonized everybody on the
set, unexpected costs straining the
budget, release dates creeping mad
deningly closer, and Spratt desper
ately grabbing the telephone. ’’Eliza
beth, if I don't get out of this place
and see a reasonable human being
I’m going wild. Meet me for lunch,
can’t you, and let me talk?”
She always responded. Since gas
oline rationing began she had taken
care to keep a few coupons in re
serve, riding her bicycle on errands
to the village, so she could always
drive out to meet Spratt at the stu
dio gates when he called her. She
could rarely offer any concrete ad
vice, for he knew his business a
good deal better than she did, but
she had a sympathetic ear and a
sense of humor, and she knew how
to keep silent about what he told
her. She had, in fact, exactly what
he needed. Spratt remarked,
"Now that I’ve got it off my chest
to you, I’m beginning to see day
light. This new German writer
ought to be a help. He’s starting out
like a pretty smart fellow.”
"Can he write English dialogue?”
“Oh yes, funny expressions some
times, but any competent collabora
tor can fix those. He’s been in this
country two or three years, in the
New York office awhile and then on
pictures here. I gave him this script
to read and he's coming in this after
noon to tell me what he can do with
it. Tough story. Also some scenes
about motherhood that can be good
if they’re right and awful if they’re
wrong.”
Elizabeth's eyes twinkled across at
him as she sipped her coffee. “Don’t
expect any suggestions from me,
darling. If you want somebody to
get romantic about motherhood, ask
a man who’s never changed u
diaper.”
“I don’t want him to get roman
tic,” Spratt retorted, "and as for
you—”
”—as for me. I’m no help what
ever.” Her attention caught by a
sudden clatter of china, Elizabeth
began to chuckle. "Spratt, on the
way here I noticed a shop with the
sign ‘Henry K. Dishington.’ ”
"What's that got to do with any
thing?” Spratt inquired.
"Nothing, except that I amused
myself all the rest of the way by
thinking what fun it would be to
find a partnership, especially a res
taurant, called Washington and
Dishington.”
Spratt laughed again. "You’ve
never learned anything about pic
tures, but you do take my mind off
them.”
"Let’s hope the German writer is
more sympathetic. Oh, how do you
do, Mrs. B’arnsworth," Elizabeth
broke off brightly, as Spratt sent
her a Good-Lord-what-have-I-done
to-deserve-this look and the cushiony
wife of one ok the Vertex directors
billowed down upon them. Spratt
got up, trying to hide his annoyance,
while Mrs. Farnsworth began telling
them they simply must come to a
party she was having at her house
for the benefit of the Greek War
Relief.
“And don’t keep standing up, Mr.
Herlong, I'll just sit down a minute
and tell you about it,’’ she ex
claimed, spreading herself over an
extra chair the waitress had left at
their table. Spratt sat down again,
politely assuring the lady that he
expected to be working the night of
her party.
“Oh, but don’t you, either of you,
want to do anything for the war?”
she persisted plaintively, ignoring
that they both wore silver buttons
indicative of their having given
three pints of blood apiece.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Farnsworth,” an
swered Spratt. “Of course I under
stand the Greek War Relief is a de
serving cause, in fact. I've already
made a contribution to it. It isn't
necessary for me to attend a party
to appreciate the need.”
"But that's not quite the idea,”
urged the worthy creature. "It’s
what your presence will do for the
cause, don't you understand? We
want prominent personages to be
there. And It will be a very good
party — first-class bartenders, and
professional entertainers—” She
paused expectantly.
1 “Why don’t you Just give the war
I relief all it will cost for the liquor
and entertainment?" Elizabeth in
quired. She knew it was a useless
question. But she was not always
as good as Spratt about being polite
to bores.
Aggrieved, Mrs. Farnsworth ex
claimed, “But you don’t under
stand!”—which Elizabeth reflected
was quite true. She did not under
stand people who got drunk for the
sake of the starving Greeks. Before
she could say anything else, Spratt
interrupted suavely.
"I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Mrs.
Farnsworth. I can't come to your
party, since I’m close to a shooting
date and have to spend a great many
evenings at the studio. But I’ll be
glad to give you—” he took out his
wallet—“twenty dollars to be added
to the funds raised by your enter
tainment.”
"Why thank you, Mr. Herlong,
how good of you!" she cried beam
ing, accepting the bill he handed
her. “I knew you’d understand the
need when I explained it to you.
And if it happens you don’t have to
work, I do hope you will come, you
"—as for me, I’m no help what
ever—”
and Mrs. Herlong too. And couldn’t
you bring that dear boy of yours?
We’ll need some young men for the
1 dancing, and it's so hard to be sure
of servicemen these days, and any
way, you don’t know who you might
be getting,” she added in a lower
voice. "You know, it’s all right at
the USO, but when you invite them
to your home, it’s different. Couldn't
you bring your boy?”
"I’m afraid Dick is rather young
for late parties,” Elizabeth de
murred. "He’s only seventeen, you
know, and he has to be up early to
go to school.”
“Only seventeen? Really? He
looks older than that, because he’s
tall, I suppose. I’d wondered why
he wasn't in the army. Does he
still go to school? Seems almost
useless, don’t you think, when he’ll
be in the service so soon anyway.
Where does he go?”
Elizabeth told her Dick had ma
triculated this fall at the University
of California at Los Angeles.
"Oh, I see," said the fat lady dubi
ously. "Does he like it there?”
“Why yes, he likes it very much.
Why shouldn’t he?”
"Oh yes, it’s a good school. I’ve
no doubt of that,” their tormentor
conceded. "But the student body—
oh, I know a good many nice boys
and girls go there, but so many oth
ers—do you really think it’s wise for
him to mix up with all those peo
ple?"
“Why, what people?” asked Eliza
beth. "They get good and bad in
any big university, I suppose."
"Oh yes, but at UCLA—you know,
all those Negroes, and—” again she
lowered her voice—"I’m told the
place is simply brimming with Jews.
And when it comes to the colored
students, they tell me that at UCLA
they simply require the white stu
dents to treat them—well, you know,
as equals—they insist it’s democrat
ic, and all that—”
She left her sentence hanging in
the air, ominously.
She had touched Spratt at a point
where he no longer felt it necessary
to be suave. "Frankly, Mrs. Farns
worth.” he said tersely. “I should
not like to think my son was
ashamed to be courteous to anybody
God Almighty was not ashamed to
create. I’m afraid we must leave
you now—it’s late, and I have to
get back to work.” He stood up.
“Oh, if you must. It’s been such
a pleasure to see you. and do come
to the party if you can. Good-by
now, Mrs. Herlong. Now that our
husbands are in the same studio you
and I will be seeing a lot of each
other.”
Elizabeth nearly answered, “Not
If I can help it,” but she lied bright
ly and said she hoped so, and added
no, she couldn’t possibly drive back
to town with Mrs. Farnsworth, be
cause she had called for Spratt at
the studio and had to drive him
back there. Spratt put a bill on
the table to pay the check, and
without waiting for change he and
Elizabeth got out to their car.
“Oh Lord!” he groaned as he sank
Into it. "Haven’t I got enough to
put up with without having to run
into fools like that?"
Elizabeth got in under the wheel.
“I was wondering," she remarked,
"when you said Dick shouldn’t be
ashamed to be courteous to anybody,
if we shouldn’t be ashamed to be
courteous to her. This town really
has more than its share of overfed
imbeciles. What sort of man is her
husband?"
"A very good director, thanks to
her,” Spratt returned. "He works
himself to death to keep from hav
ing to go home. That's why she’ll
believe any yarn about night work.”
"Why on earth is he married to
her?" Elizabeth wondered.
"God knows. Maybe she was cute
and cuddly when she was eighteen,
and now she’s so excessively vir
tuous he can’t get rid of her. And
she cost me twenty dollars.”
"It’s not quite lost if any of it gets
to the Greeks.”
"It won’t,” said Spratt. "It will
go to buy Scotch for her party. Don’t
you know how those things are run?
They pay for the liquor out of the
contributions, and if anything is left
over it goes to the cause.”
Elizabeth began to laugh. “For
get it, Spratt. Twenty dollars is a
small price to get away from her.
My Aunt Grace was like that. Right
now she’s probably having a lovely
time in heaven, organizing a cam
paign to get brighter haloes for the
lesser angels. Do you still feel
better about the picture?”
"Yes, in spite of that nitwit." He
grinned at her as she guided the car
along the boulevard. "Maybe I need
a brush with some dame like that
once in awhile to appreciate my own
good fortune.”
"That’s a left-handed compliment,
but thank you. I’ll keep my fingers
crossed for your refugee to have an
inspiration.”
"I rather think he will. He’s a
good fellow. You should meet him
sometime.”
"Bring him to dinner.”
“I will, one of these days. I
imagine poor Kessler could use a
little amusement. He’s a cripple
can hardly walk, and only one
hand.”
"What a shame. Did the Nazis do
that to him?”
"I don’t know. I suspect they did.
He doesn’t say so, but he turns a sort
of furious greenish white whenever
anybody mentions them. Anyway,
he does have ideas. I hope he has
one today.” Spratt turned toward
her and repeated, "And thanks for
coming out.”
"You know you’re welcome.”
She took her eyes from the traffic
for an instant to give him a com
radely smile. Spratt smiled back.
"We do have a pretty good time,
don’t we?” she said, looking down
the road again.
"Yes we do. In spite of war, meat
shortage and bores. Elizabeth.”
"Yes?”
"You’re not worried about Dick,
are you?” .
"I try not to be,” she returned
briefly.
"Don't be. He’s got to go next
year when he’s eighteen, you know.”
"I’m trying not to think about it
until then.”
"That’s all right. Just remember
this. He’s had a good life, he’s a
mighty decent kid, we never did ex
pect to keep him at home forever.
Besides, this war is about some
thing."
"Yes, it is.” she answered in a
low voice. “But I’m not going to
pretend it doesn’t hurt. I wish Cher
ry had been the oldest, so both the
boys would be under age. That's
cowardly, isn't it? I’ve had a good
life too, and one reason I've had it
is that I happened to be born in the
United States. I ought to be willing
to give something back to my coun
try. But—well, I think I can prom
ise that when it happens I won’t be
a weeping little mother, but you
know how it is.”
“Sure I know. I feel like that my
self. But we might as well figure it
this way. Nothing we can give up
to win this war can be compared to
what we'U give- up if we lose it.
Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t. I really don’t think
about it very much, Spratt.”
"Okay,” Spratt said understand
ing^. "One day at a time. That’s
enough."
They were passing the high wall
that surrounded the studio lot.
Elizabeth turned the car in at the
gate, stepped on the brake and
changed gears while she paused a
moment for the officer on guard to
recognize them. He glanced into the
car. “Oh, I see. Mr. Herlong. How
are you?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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| claimed for the product of the Holly
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i ternal evidence that this claim is
not exaggerated. Indeed, it’s only
in the last few years that the public
has become even dimly aware of
I how far-reaching the screen’s in
fluence really is.
And of course we of the industry
itself are the last to learn these
things. We can’t see the forest for
the trees.
Well, there are a few fundamen
tals that we can’t get away from in
evaluating the state of the world,
present and future.
One of them is that if we’re going
to go on having wars all of us are
going to suffer no matter who wins
the victories.
Have you ever stopped to reflect
that back in 1917 and 1918, when
our country entered upon its first
exalted crusade to make the world
safe for democracy, nearly all of the
present leading stars of motion pic
tures either were not born or were
pretty young? There are some ex
ceptions, of course.
Covering the Globe
Today they are serving the flag on
all the far-flung fronts where duty
has called them. They are flying
airplanes, burrowing into foxholes,
helping to man carriers, battle
ships, cruisers, destroyers, subma
rines. They’re accomplishing dan
gerous missions with cameras, wag
ing the deadly war of propaganda in
which our American ideas and
ideals are the high explosives.
Where are their children going to
be 25 years from today?
Our statesmanship of today is
America’s legacy to its young men
and women of tomorrow. Where is
it going to lead us?
You might be surprised to realize
how many toddlers cooing and gur
gling in Hollywood nurseries today
have a life and death stake in the
answer to those questions.
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Surprised? When I compiled a list
of Hollywood babies bom in 1944 and
1945 I was astonished.
I’m not drawing any distinction
where babies are concerned, but
one can’t name them all. This war
has taught us that we are really and
genuinely a democracy; that our
army, navy, and marine corps rep
resent the people and are In very
truth the people.
So, from the ranks of our profes
sional artists, here goes;
Alice Faye Harris and her hus
band, Phil, have two baby girls.
Same for Betty Grable and Harry
James. Orchestra leaders both, the
fathers, and famous, too. Glamour
boys. So’s Dick Haymes a glamour
boy. He and Joanne Marshall
Haymes greeted a new baby last
summer.
Girls and More Girls
My! Look at the baby girls in my
list! Here’s Ann Sothern with an
other; the father, Lt. Robert Ster
ling. Ken Murray comes along with
a boy. Good for you, Ken. Martha
Raye and Nick Condos had a girt.
So did Jean Rogers and Danny Win
kler.
And what’s this? Nancy Coleman
delighted Whitney Bolton’s mascu
line pride by presenting him with
twin girls.
Veloc and Yolanda produced a son.
Benita Hume and Ronald Colman
countered with a daughter.
Here’s Ruth Hussey and Lt. Bob
Longnecker adding to the female
population; also the Eddie Brackens.
Donna King and Lt. James Conklin,
the Bob Crosbys and the Gregory
Pecks relieved the monotony—their
babies are boys.
And so we come into 1945. Rita
Hayworth and Orson Welles were
the first big time Hollywood mamma
and papa of the year, and theirs is
a girl. Eleanor Powell and Glenn
Ford countered with a boy. Mau
reen O’Sullivan and John Farrow
promptly announced a feminine ad
dition to their growing family, but
Susan Hayward hit the jackpot with
twin boys. Jess Barker’s the father.
The Jack Carsons added a baby
daughter.
Looking Into the Future
What a responsibility rests upon
these young Hollywood fathers and
mothers of little ones brought into
this disturbed world!
We hear on all sides that what the
world needs and is crying aloud for
is leaders. Leadership. That, I
think, no one will deny.
Fathers and mothers of this day,
if you don’t want to go through a rep
etition of broken hearts, sorrow,
maimed bodies, wrecked minds and
nerves a generation from now, bet
ter be looking alive right now!
And *Twaa Ever Thus
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coming along with "Goodnight,
Sweet Prince.” He said, "We’re at
a complete standstill. I may have
to sell the thing after all. Isn’t it
funny? It’s like a man standing on
a street corner selling $5 gold pieces
for a buck and nobody will buy. I’ve
had fabulous offers for it, but no
body is willing to take it free.” He
wants all the profits to go to the mo
tion picture relief home. . . . Lana
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