Fruit Applet Preparation Required Apricots Berries mxr+pt StrawhtrrxM mm4 CraibtrrxfB_ Cherries Cranberries Currants Figs Grapes Peaches Pears Pineapple Plums Quinces Rhubarb Strawberries Tomatoes Wash, pare, core, cot in pieces. Drop in slightly salted water. Pack. Add syrup. Or boil 3 to 5 minutes in syrup. Pack. Add syrup. Wash, halve and pit. Pack. Add syrup Wash, stem, pack. Add syrup or water. Wash, stem, pit. Pack. Add syrup. Wash, remove stem's. Boil 3 minutes in No. 3 syrup. Pack. Wash, stem, pack. Add syrup or water Put in soda bath 5 minutes, rinse. Pre cook 5 minutes in syrup. Pack, add syrup. _ Wash, stem, pack. Add syrup or water. Peel, pack, add syrup, or precook 3 minutes in syrup, pack, add syrup. Select not overripe pears, pare, halve, precook 3 to 5 minutes in syrup. Pack. Add syrup. _ Pet I, remove eyes, cut or slice. Pre cook in No. 2 svrup 5 to 10 minutes. Pack with syrup. Wash, prick skins. Pack. Add syrup. Wash, pare, cut in pieces. Precook 3 minutes in syrup. Pack, add syrup. Wash, cut into pieces. Pack. Add syrup. Wash, stem precook gently (or 3 min utes in syrup. Remove from syrup and cool. Boil syrup 3 minutes. Add berries and let stand for several hours. Re heat. Pack. Scald 1 minute, cold dip 1 minute, peel, core, quarter. Pack. Processing MWAf lilt linn ■ MhnIb 25 20 20 20 10 20 30 20 20 25 30 20 35 10 20 35 S In -twa * M nlu 10 10 8 10 10 10 10 10 15 10 15 8 10 Handy Chart for Fruit Canning (See Recipes Below) Fruitful Canning Of all the canning you can do this ■eason, It is the canning of fruits which will pay the biggest divi dends Not only are fruits a good source of vita mins and miner als. but they will enable you to save hundreds of points this year as they did last year. Since rationing began, fruits have always carried a high ration value, and yet, they are essential and con venient to serve for breakfast, luncheon and dinner. Fruits may sbe canned with or without sugar, but the fruit will mellow and ripen in the jars much more satisfactorily If a sugar syrup is used. With syrups plentiful, part, usually half, of it is sweetened with a light or dark corn syrup. Honey may be substituted for one-half the sugar, also. It will darken the fruit and give it a some what stronger flavor, but it is good. Only fruits that are good in flavor, uniformly ripened and Arm in tex ture should find their way to the jar Just as it is true of any other canning and preserving, you get only what you put into the can. Can ning is designed for preserving the fruit, not for improving poor quality produce. When large fruits such as peaches, pears or apples are canned, they require peeling and should be placed in brine (2 teaspoons suit to 1 quart of water) to prevent them from turning dRrk while peeling. The open kettle method for can ning fruit has been a favorite among homemakers for many generations because it gives such attractive results. However, the hot water bath has found many users be cause the danger of spoilage is re duced to a mini mum and the ap pearance of the fruit still retains its shape, flavor and texture. On the table, time is also given for process ing in the pressure cooker if one is available, but it is not essential for fruit canning as it is for vegetable preserving. Syrup Making Guide. Thin syrups for fruit canning will be most popular this year because LYNN SAYS Fruit C Mining Tips: Fruit sometimes discolors at the top of the Jar tf the fruit is under-ripe or when accurate processing time or temperature is not maintained. Discoloration of the top layers of the fruit is caused by oxidation which means that air has not been expelled from the jar by the heat of processing If food Is picked too solidly or jars filled to overflowing instead of to within a half inch of the top, some of the liquid may boil out of the jars during process ing. Canning powders and preserva tives are not necessary in the canning procedure. of the sugar shortage. For this type, use 1 cup sugar to 3 cups water. Heat the sugar and liquid together until sugar is dissolved and syrup is boiling. Or, use Vi cup corn syrup (light or dark) or Vi cup honey with Vi cup sugar. Medium type syrup is good for most fruits and berries, but it re quires a little more sugar. The pro portion is 2 cups water to 1 cup sug ar, or half corn syrup or honey and half of the amount in sugar. In past years, peaches and pears and some of the other fruits have always been canned with a thick syrup—1 cup water to 1 cup sugar. Don't feel that you cannot can if the sugar doesn't reach around for this type of syrup. A thin or medium syrup can do the job. Packing Jars. Fruits, berries and tomatoes (which are considered a fruit for canning purposes) are delicate in texture and high in juice content. They should be packed solidly in the jar to prevent undue shrinkage and consequent “empty” appear unce after processing. Precooking of the fruit is suggested because it shrinks the fruit or berry and en ables you to get more in the jar. It takes a little bit longer to can by precooking, but the results are worth Uie effort. Jars should be tilled to within Vi inch of the top. If tightly packed up to this point, fruit und berries will rarely float after processing, and the jars will have u much nicer appear ance because they are full of fruit. Make sure the rims of the jars are not chipped as this will prevent a perfect seal. It's a good idea, too, to wipe the rims after the fruit and syrup are added so that no parti cles of food or juice stick to them to prevent them from sealing properly. Making a Hot Water Bath. A water bath canner may be made from a wash boiler or any other large deep vessel that has a close fitting cover and is deep enough to permit the jars to stand upright and still have enough water to come an inch or two above the Jars. This water should be kept boiling during the entire processing period. It should never be allowed to boil away enough to come less than 1 inch above the jars. If nec essary have a kettle of boiling wa ter on the range, beside the water bath, to replenish the supply in the canner. A rack which will hold the Jars V4 inch from the bottom of the kettle is also essential. The Jars should be set wide enough apart to allow for free circulation of water. How do you count processing time? As soon as the water starts boiling briskly around the filled jars is the rule. The times given t on the above ta- * ble are tested and accurate. Set the cloctc with an alarm, if neces* sary, and do not try to whittle it down. As soon as the processing period is up, remove the Jars and place on several thicknesses of cloth or newspaper in a place free from drafts and allow to cool. Then store in a cool, dry place. The jars should be set far enough apart to allow for free circulation of air to bring them to room temperature as quickly as possible. i Released by Western Newspapsr Union. \DomoUow L& .m£row t7vl£V€/L WMU *CATUR*^ THE STORY THUS FAR: Spratt Her j long, successful motion picture producer, had married Elizabeth, after her first husband, Arthur Klttredge, had been re ported killed In World War I. They bad three children, Dick, Cherry and Brian. Elizabeth had been orphaned when a baby and had been raised by her aunt and uncle In Tulsa. During one sum mer vacation from school, she had gone swimming at the country club. While diving she met Arthur Klttredge. ne was from Chicago, but was at that time employed In Tulsa as a chemist. She went dancing with him the first night | she met him. He had proven a strong { attraction to her. CHAPTER V He agreed and they sat down on the grass again. Like herself he had no immediate family, he told her. His parents had died long ago, ana he had worked his way through the University of what he could still call nothing else but Chicawgo. After a few moments’ conversation they found that Elizabeth's uncle, who was also in the oil business, knew several members of the company where Arthur was employed, so they justified their acquaintance by that. They went dancing that night, and as the next day was Sunday they went swimming again. A week later Elizabeth was refusing to undertake the projected trip to Canada. A month later she was refusing to go back to college. In September they were married. There was no use in anybody's say ing eighteen was too young to be married, she hadn’t known him long enough, she would never have an other chance to go to college, Arthur couldn't support her in the style to which she was accustomed, or giv ing any of the other sensible advice older people like to give young girls in love. She and Arthur wanted each other and nobody could keep them apart. Elizabeth found there was still some of her father’s property left, so with what had been intended for the rest of her expensive school ing they furnished their home. That it was a very modest little place troubled them not at all. It was a place of peace and ecstasy. Eliza beth was tremulous with joy at find ing out what it was like to be loved. She had always had plenty of friends, her masculine acquaint ances had let her know she was de sirable, and her aunt and uncle had done their dutiful best ^o be affec tionate, but nobody had ever loved her. Arthur loved her. She was not very good at express ing it. But in the evenings while he read, or worked on the pamphlets he wrote describing his researches for the benefit of other oil chemists, she would sit with the mending and look up to watch the line of light down his protlle, and avery now and then Arthur would glance up and smile at her and she would be unutterably happy. Sometimes when they went out together and did' something quite ordinary like seeing a movie or play ing tennis, she would say, "I never knew any two people could have as much fun together as we do,” and he would grin at her and answer, “It’s great finding out, isn't it?” That was all they really needed to say to each other about it. But Ar thur had more talent for words than she had, and now and then he would make it articulate. One night when she was nearly asleep he turned over and said. "Elizabeth, if you’re still awake, I was just thinking about us, and how I get such a thrill every time I see you, and I remembered an old myth I read in the university library one day.” “Tell me," said Elizabeth. She moved closer to him and he slipped his arm around her as he went on. “I don’t know who thought it up, the Persians or Greeks or somebody. They said that in the beginning ev erybody in the world was happy. Then they sinned, and to punish them the gods decreed that every soul should be split In half. Since then each of us is born incomplete, and has to wander over the earth looking for the other half of himself, and nobody can be happy unless he finds it. But if you’re very lucky you find it, and unite with the one who’s really the other half of you, and then you’re right with the uni verse because you’re complete." She drew a long joyful breath. "Arthur, how beautiful! And how right—I think I felt like that the first time I saw you.” "So did 1. You came down off the diving board and I pulled you out of the water, and you were there, it was right. Funny to think back now—there was so much I wanted to do, so much I wanted to learn, about oils and plants and people and stars—I still want to do everything like that as much as ever, but it's so different now. You’ve no idea how different it is.” "Yes I have. Everything is dif ferent now that we’re together. I do love you so!” she said. Arthur kissed her shoulder in the dark. They both wanted to have chil dren. Elizabeth loved babies. Ever since she was a little girl playing with her dolls she had looked for ward to the time when she could have a real baby of her own. They talked about it eagerly. But Arthur, who had a deep sense of protection, thought they should wait a year or two. Elizabeth was so young. Be sides. they had been married in the fall of 1916, and by spring it was evident that the United States was about to enter the war. “Suppose I should be called into the army,” he said, "and have to leave you here alone." Elizabeth shivered. Now that she had found Arthur, the idea of living without him was more than she could bear to contemplate. “The war won’t last much longer,” she said. “I’m sure it won’t. We don’t have to have children right now— we’ve got years and years before us, but you do want them, don’t you?” Arthur grinned at her with tender eagerness. “You’re mighty right I do.” Then the United States was in the war, and there was no keeping Ar thur back from it. Arthur loved peo ple. The people of France and Bel gium and Great Britain, cloudy masses to Elizabeth because she had never seen them except on one or two schoolgirl tours of Eu rope, were as real to Arthur as the She would be unutterably happy. people of Tulsa, though he had nev er been to Europe at all. While she had been seeing the war in terms of newspaper accounts he was seeing it as human beings starving and bleeding before 4 force of evil that decent men must stop. Arthur had registered for the draft, though he had been deferred because he was married; but he wanted to go. Ter rified, Elizabeth pled with him. “Arthur, have mercy on me! Sup pose I wanted to go out to France or Flanders — don’t you under stand?” He doubled up his fists. “Yes, I understand." “Have you thought about it? I mean thought about it?” “A lot of times. While you were asleep. I’d look at you in the dark. You looked so trusting.” “Arthur, you're not going. It’s dif ferent with some men. I suppose I mean it’s different with some wom en. They’ve got somebody besides their husbands. Please understand. My father was a bank and my moth er was a bell. The bank sent the checks and the bell rang to tell me what to do. I’m not trying to say I was unhappy—I wasn’t, because I didn’t know any better. But then, all of a sudden, you.” “You don't want to go, dd you, Arthur?” ' No, I don’t. But my darling, we'v“ got to win this war or lose it. If we lose it, God help us. Don't you see it? We’re fighting so other people will have the same chance at life that we've had—not only the for eigners, but Americans, the Ameri cans who aren’t born yet. We've been thinking, here in our favored corner of the world, that we were safe. Now we've found that we’re not. Not even this country is safe unless we’re willing to fight the brutes of the world so we can keep it so.” Her mind yielded, for he was in contestably right. But she could not help protesting still. “What about those children I was going to have?” "If we win this war,” said Arthur, "you'll have your children. If we don't,” he added grimly, “you won't want them.” So, after not quite a year of mar riage. Arthur joined the army. From the day they were married until the day he left, he and Elizabeth had not been separated for as long as twenty-four hours. The first night she slept alone the bed seemed twice its usual size and the room seemed enormous. Crumpled up on that same bed, Elizabeth was telling herself the room would always be empty. She had nothing. No husband, no chil dren, no desire for anything else without them. She was alive, and that was strange, she thought dully as the hours of that dreadful night dragged by, strange that when two persons had interlaced their lives into such a unit as theirs, half of that unit could be torn away and leave the other half still breathing, alive for no purpose but to feel the an guish of the separation. She felt nothing else. The morn ing came at length, and other morn ings followed it, but for a long time Elizabeth was not conscious of any thing but the immensity of her pain. She went through the usual move ments of existence, because the rou tine was so automatic that she fol lowed it without paying attention to what she was doing. Every day blended into the next without any thing to mark the transitions, so that she would have found it hard to say how long it had been since they told her Arthur was dead, or whether some occurrence had taken place yesterday or a week ago. It seemed to her that she was alone all the time, though this was not true, for a great many friends came to see her. She was grateful, but they could not penetrate her loneliness. The shock had been too great. Some times she wished they would stop coming in, talking and making her answer, but it did not matter very much. She simply drifted from day into night and back into day again, without expectation. Whatever hap pened around her, she was not real ly aware of anything except that Ar thur was dead, she had to get through the time without him, and she hoped she could do so without being too much of a nuisance to any body. Several weeks after the end of the war she received a tactfully worded letter from the Red Cross, telling her that Arthur had died in a Ger man field hospital. There were some gentle phrases about how the stretcher-bearers paid no attention to international differences in their errands of mercy. Before she had read halfway down the page Eliza beth recognized it as a form letter composed by some expert writer to soften the regret that would be felt by recipients on learning that their loved ones had had to spend their last hours among foreigners. It was very kind of them, no doubt, to have gone to the trouble of getting up such a pretty letter, but neither this nor any other literature could help her. She tore the sheet of paper into small pieces and let them dribble out of her hand into the wastebasket. By this time it was as if her single great pain had changed into a thou sand small ones striking her with swift short anguish, each in a differ ent place from the one before. Earli er, there had been no details. Now whatever she saw, every object she touched, stabbed her with its own small blade of memory. She could not pick up a table-napkin without remembering what fun she and Ar thur had had choosing the linens for their home. Every time she opened the china-closet she could hear their secret laughter as they garnished the top shelf with the atrocities some of their relative? nad thrust on them as wedding presents. If she looked out of a front window she could al most see Arthur coming down the street from his office and raising his head to see if he could catch sight of her anywhere and wave at her before he came into the house. Ar thur was everywhere, so vividly that there were even moments when she forgot he would not be there any more. She would wake up in the night and begin to turn over softly so as not to disturb hirn; sometimes if the library door was closed she would find herself tiptoeing past it, lest the sound of her approach in terrupt the work he had brought home to do. When this happened she would bring herself up with a start that reminded her, “But he isn’t there, he’ll never be there again.” The pain would slash into her, deep and quick, until she thought, “This is worse than it was at first. And there’ll never be any thing else. Arthur is dead.” She did not make any display of her grief. This was partly because she had an inborn dread of public weeping, but mainly because it did not occur to her to do so. What she and Arthur had shared had been too profound for them ever to talk about it except to each other. Now it would have seemed sacrilegious and obscene to try to tell anybody else what he had meant to her. Ar thur had been her husband; no mat ter how much his friends had valued him, he did not stand in that relationship to anyone but herself, and only she could feel the severing of that tie. So she bore what she had to bear alone and in silence. And then one morning, in the spring after the Armistice, she dis covered that she did not have much money left to live on. It gave her a start, not because she had thought she was rich but because in the past few months she had not thought about it at all. She had been spending very little, me chanically writing checks for such necessities as food and rent since it was part of the inescapable rou tine. When a phone call from Un cle Clarence—who had again con stituted himself her guardian, as he saw she was in no state to attend to her affairs herself—advised her that she should meet him at the bank the next morning, she obeyed his summons, mildly wondering what it was about. Uncle Clarence and the bank vice president told her it was to make arrangements for her pension as a soldier’s widow. iTQ CONTINUED) The HOME TOWN REPORTER in Washington WALTER A. SHEAD WWIi L orrespondent New Agriculture Secretary WNU Washington Bureau 621 Union Trust Building. ! CHARMERS, ranchers, dairymen 4 and all others in the agricultural industry, both in the production and processing fields, must have confi dence in their government . . . must have faith that their government will stand by every commitment made to them in full . . . and go ahead for the fullest production of food stuffs possible. This is the message to agricul ture from Clinton P. Anderson, tall, lanky westerner, and new secretary of agriculture in the administration of President Truman. The new secretary, a rancher farmer-business man, is determined that farmers will not suffer in their patriotic efforts for all - out production . . . that support prices will be suf ficient and over-all to insure adequate prices . . . that there will be no huge surplus which will bog down prices Clinton . . . that consumer Anderson subsidies will grad ually be eliminated as upward pressures on prices relax . . . that agreed requirements from agriculture represent obligations which must be carried through . . . that adequate manpower and ma chinery for the farm must be given priority . . . and that the government must take necessary steps to pro vide adequate transportation facili ties to move groups and foodstufTs, perishables and livestock, and the movement of manpower to areas where there is an acute labor short age. This, briefly, is the program which this new, dynamic figure in the de partment of agriculture has set for himself and the agricultural indus try for the immediate months ahead. He is no novice at the job he has undertaken. As chairman of the special committee of the house to investigate food shortages, he trav eled the country from coast to coast, heard innumerable witnesses on all sides of every question and aft er weeks of consideration, he and his committee came up with a set of recommendations, most of which have now been enacted into law. Long Range Program Too And while Anderson is immediate ly concerned with the production of foodstuffs for the war period, he has not lost sight of the long-range pro gram to which the farmer is looking for the postwar years. Mr. An derson will be secretary of agricul ture for the next 316 years. There is a probability that 2*4 and maybe more, of those years will be postwar years. At any rate, with his char acteristic thoroughness, he already has a committee of agricultural ex perts at work studying basic agri cultural problems with the idea of bringing forth a set of recommenda tions for the postwar period. This reporter would say, after an interview with Mr. Anderson, and a study of his work in con gress, that the new secretary has his feet solidly on the ground, that he is not given to going off half-cocked, that he studies ev ery side of a question and that once his mind is made up he will use every resource and all his ability to carry through his program. While he would not commit him self as to the Triple A program, he did say that the Triple A program, with the exception of soil conserva tion, had been pretty well laid on the shelf during these war years and for the postwar period he indi cated that the crop adjustment pro gram would have to be analyzed thoroughly and that he already had a committee at work doing just that. Interested in Parity By congressional action, however, j fanners have been guaranteed a price for their products, or most of them, at 90 per cent of parity for two years after the end of the war and Mr. Anderson is particularly in terested in adequate support prices to maintain this price. Furthermore. I support prices are not costing the government anything at this time, since prices of commodities are well above the prices set. It is only when commodity prices start falling for any reason, that the support price will hold the farmer up from ruin- ; ous prices. Anderson is not anticipating any huge surpluses, but nevertheless he is taking no chances on the so-called reconversion period when army and other huge government buyers start j cut-backs in food purchases. For this reason he is now starting con versations seeking to taper off, rather than cut-off. army purchases, and lend lease. Consumer subsidies, he looks upon as temporary expediencies, and very temporary at that. He is not in favor of such subsidies as a governmental policy in peacetime. ’ASK MS <) ; ANOTHER I ’ ? g , 1 A General Quiz £ N