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Family hungry for cake? As a
general rule, families take it easy
on cakes during
the spring and
summer because
there’s a wealth
of fruits and ber
ries to solve the
dessert problem.
But, comes the first whin ot fail
In the air, when the kitchen will stay
cool enough even for baking, and
there's the family on mother’s heels
begging for a cake.
Then, too, husbands and sons will
soon be returning, and they will
want a big taste of mother’s good
homemade cake. Be ready for the
call when it comes, homemakers,
with a brand new line-up of recipes
that are bound to win the fumily.
We're still aware of the strategic
situation in regard to sugar, so the
following recipes don’t go all-out for
sugar. They’re taste-tempting and
delicious in spite of it all, and
there's a grand vailety from which
to choose. Take your pick:
•Bran Devil’s Food Cake.
(Makes 16 etipeakes)
114 cups sifted cake flour
114 cups sugar
14 eup cocoa
1H teaspoons baking powder
14 teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon salt
14 cup shortening
14 cup whole bran
1 eup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
* eggs
Sift flour once, measure then sift
again with sugar, cocoa, baking pow
der, soda and salt into mixing bowl.
Add shortening and whole bran. Add
about % of the milk, then vanilla;
beat until perfectly smooth, about
100 strokes. Scrape bowl and spoon
and mix well. Add remaining milk
and beat until well blended. Add
the well-beaten eggs Fill greased
muffin tins % full. Bake in a moder
ate (350-degree) oven about 25 or 30
minutes.
Do you like a cake served warm,
In squares, with the tangy flavor of
a citrus marmalade? This, then. Is
made-to-order:
Marmalade Tea Cake.
t tablespoons melted butter or sub
stitute
H cup brown sugar
1)4 cups corn flakes
1H cups sifted flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons sugar
H teaspoon salt
4 tablespoons shortening
1 egg
44 cup milk
44 eup marmalade
Blend together butter, brown sugar
and 14 cup com flakes. Set this aside
for the topping. Sift together flour,
baking powder, sugar and salt. Cut
In shortening. Beat egg and add
milk. Add to dry ingredients, stir
ring only until combined. Add re
maining 1 cup of cornflakes. Turn
Into greased 8-inch square pan. Dot
Lynn Says:
Make Dishwashing Easier:
Stunt fishy odors on dishes by
washing them in soapy water to
which some vinegar has been
added. Rinse dishes in hot vine
gar water, also.
Hot, soapy water is indicated
lor greasy dishes; cold water for
egg, starchy and milky dishes.
Scrape dishes before starting to
wash and have a strainer in the
sink to collect all leftovers. It’s
much easier than scooping them
up out of the water.
Stack dishes csrefully before
washing. It won't seem like you
have so many, and there’s less
chance of their breaking.
China can be allowed to dry by
itself on a dish rack, but glasses,
silver and cutlery should be
wiped immediately after wash
ing.
Make sure you have plenty of
good absorbent dish towels
handy. Use paper toweling for
hands to save cloth towels.
Lynn Chamber*’ Menus
Stuffed Veal Shoulder
Brownecf Onions Carrots
Potatoes
Cranberry-Orange Salad
Biscuits
•Bran Devil’s Food Cake
Beverage
•Recipe given.
with marmalade, spooned on top of
batter; sprinkle with mixture set
aside for topping. Bake in a hot (400
degree) oven for 25 minutes. Serve
warm, cut in squares.
Sour Cream Spice Cake.
Va cup shortening
1 cup brown sugar
1 egg
% cup thick sour cream
CH cups sifted cake flour
Ya teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons baking powder
Ik teaspoon salt
2 teaspoon cinnamon
!4 teaspoon cloves
Cream sugar and shortening, add
egg and beat well. Add sour cream.
Sift flour with baking soda, baking
powder, salt, cloves and cinnamon.
Add two tablespoons of the dry in
gredients to the creamed mixture.
Beat thoroughly. Add remaining dry
ingredients to the first mixture,
beating well. Pour into a well
greased and well
floured pan and
bake in a pre
heated 350 - de
gree oven for 30
minutes.
An unusual va
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riation in cakes is to use ginger
bread as an upside-down cake with
an apple or orange topping. This
saves both sugar and fussing as It is
not necessary to make an icing for
this type of cake:
Gingerbread t’pside-l)own Cake.
94 cup shortening
94 cup sugar
1 egg
94 cup molasses
194 cups sifted flour
94 teaspoon salt
IS teaspoons baking powdec
94 teaspoon baking soda
94 teaspoon cinnamon
94 teaspoon ginger
94 cup sour milk
Bottom of pan:
2 tablespoons butter or substitute
94 cup light corn syrup
94 cup nuts
2 sliced apples or oranges
Cream sugar and shortening. Add
egg. beat well. Add molasses, blend.
Sift dry ingredients and add alter
nately with the milk to the
creamed mixture. To prepare pan,
melt butter and add com syrup. Ar
range fruit and nuts. Pour batter
over fruit and bake for 35 minutes in
a 375-degree oven. Turn cake out
of pan immediately after removing
from oven.
For those of you who like your
whipped cream and can't get it,
here is an excellent way of making
it:
Whipped Cream.
IH teaspoons plain, nnflavored gel
atin
% cup cold milk or water
1 cup well-chilled light cream
Soften gelatin in cold liquid. Set
over hot water and stir until thor
oughly dissolved. Pour cream into
fairly deep, narrow bowl, making
sure it is deep enough so cream
covers at least % of the beaters.
Stir in softened gelatin gradually.
Set bowl in a pan of ice and let
stand 5 minutes, stirring around
edges several times. Leaving bowl in
ice and water, beat with rotary beat
er 5 minutes. Cream will be light
and fluffy but will not stand stiff
enough to peak. Let stand 1 or 2
minutes more in ice water, stirring
gently. Cream will thicken and be
come stiff enough to peak. This may
be sweetened and flavored to taste.
It may be served immediately or
kept in refrigerator or cold place
until ready to serve. Texture im
proves on standing in refrigerator
for V4 hour. Stir until smooth and
serve.
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IBRISTOW
THE STORY THUS FAR: Spratt Hcr
tong, motion picture producer, met and
married Elizabeth, whose first husband,
Arthur Kittredge, was reported killed In
World War I, but who later appeared In
Hollywood and secured a Job from
Spratt. Under the name of Kessler, and
his disfigurements, he was not recog
nized by Elizabeth. He had Brian and
I'eter over and mounted a bat for them.
They became regular visitors at hts
home. His ward, Margaret, was invited
•ver for a swim and party. They were
so surprised that she was not shy and
fitted Into the party and enjoyed herself.
Elizaaeth began to think that she had
seen Arthur before, but could not place
him.
CHAPTER XVI
Margaret was evidently glad to
hear this. “Thank you, I’H tell him.
Mrs. Herlong, may I pick one of
those purple flowers on the fence?"
“Why of course. But the stems
are strong—wait a minute and I’ll
get a pair of scissors." When she
brought the scissors Margaret was
waiting. “We can cut a lot of them
if you like,” Elizabeth offered.
“There must be thousands of blos
soms here on the fence.”
“The yellow ones are the same
sort of flower as the purple ones,
aien’t they?”
“Yes, and the deep orange ones
too."
“The dark ones have yellow cen
ters. That’s pretty. What do you
call them?”
"Lantana.”
'‘Lantana,” Margaret repeated.
“I’ve seen a lot of them here, but I
never knew the name. They bloom
all the year round, don't they?” She
gathered the bouquet Into her hands.
"You must like flowers,” she sug
gested, looking around, “you have
so many of them.”
“I do like them. We used to have
some beautiful beds there on the
other side of the pool, before we put
in the Victory garden. You enjoy
flowers too, don’t you?”
“Oh yes.” Margaret nodded vig
orously. "Do you like to put them
under a microscope and see how
they're made?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever done that.
Where do you have a microscope?
At school?”
"No, at home. My father shows
them to me. He knows all about
flowers. We put lots of things under
the microscope at home and we look
at them. It's fun.”
"Your father certainly knows a
lot. But he was some sort of doc
tor in Germany, wasn’t he?”
“Not exactly a doctor. He worked
in the laboratory. But my real fa
ther was a doctor.”
"Your real father? Isn’t Mr. Kess
ler your father?"
"Oh no,” said Margaret, her blue
eyes serious across the lantana. "My
real father died. And my mother
too, and I was very sick. That was
a long time ago when I was little.
But I remember being very sick, and
before I was well we left the hos
pital, late one night, and we rode
a long way in an automobile in the
dark, and I started to cry. I don't
cry now, I’m too big, but I was little
then and I cried, and he—you know,
my father, Mr. Kessler—he said he
would give me something to put me
to sleep so I wouldn't be so tired,
and he did and I went to sleep, and
when I wdke up he told me I was
his little girl now. That's how he
got to be my father.”
Margaret had run ahead of her.
As Elizabeth met them she was talk
ing to Kessler.
"We had the best time! I can
swim all the way across the pool,
the short way, not the long way.
And look, these are named lantana
and they grow o* the fence.”
"I should have warned you,” Kess
ler said to Elizabeth, "that Mar
garet would demand a sample of
anything she saw that was unfamil
iar to her. Either she was born in
quisitive or I’ve infected her with
my own curiosity.”
"I like children who ask ques
tions,” Spratt commented. "How are
they going to learn anything if they
don’t?"
"Margaret’s been telling me,"
said Elizabeth, "how you encourage
her with a microscope.”
He laughed, and then said soberly,
“I'm glad she enjoys that. In these
days—or for that matter any days—
we can't foretell what children are
going to live through, but we can
be pretty sure it won't all be pleas
ant. But nobody is utterly desolate
if he's learned to appreciate the
world around him.”
The garden had grown chilly.
Spratt gathered up Margaret and
several others whom he had offered
to take home, and Kessler said he
would occupy himself with a book
while Elizabeth changed for dinner.
She went through the den, where
Dick sat by a table agonizing over
his lessons. Dick was evidently in
the throes of struggle. His papers
strewn on the tlcor and table, he
sat holding his head between his
fists, his hair wildly rumpled and
his forehead wrinkled with anguish.
Elizabeth paused at the door.
"What’s the trouble, Dick?”
He groaned without looking up.
“Mother, did you ever get through
physics?”
"Not very gloriously, and I’m
afraid I've forgotten most of it.”
“I liked physics in high school.”
With an effort Dick untangled his
hands fiom his hair. "I still like
it, but every now and then you get
i a problem that simply will not make
sense—" He shook his head, look
ing at her through a fog.
"fwish I could help you!” Eliza
beth exclaimed.
"Oh, I’ll get it. It’s always the
same. You can’t do the problem—
you try everything and you can’t
make it, you go nuts, and then you
see some tiny little detail you’ve al
ready seen a thousand times but you
never noticed it. and there it is,
click-click like a safe opening, and
the answer is so simple you want to
kick yourself around the block for
not having seen it in the first place.”
He laughed at himself. "Then when
you go to school the next day you
say, ’That third problem was a hum
dinger, wasn’t it?' and the dumbest
guy in the class says, ’Why, that’s
the only one of the whole bunch I
could work.’ ”
Elizabeth laughed too. “I remem
ber it used to be like that with Latin
translations. Why don’t you stop
till after dinner? We're going to
Romanoff’s.”
Dick gave his head a violent shake
as though to stir up his brain.
“Think I wilL Evening paper come?
I’ll read the funnies.”
"It should be here. I’ll see.” She
went out to the front lawn, Dick fol
lowing her. In front of the house
“Mother, did you ever get through
physics?"
Spratt and Kessler were shepherd
ing the little girls into the car.
Dick picked up the Hollywood Citi
zen-News from the grass and mood
ily began to open it. Black war
headlines went across the front
page. Elizabeth glanced areund,
thinking how little Beverly Hills
had the look of being in a country
at war. The dancing flowers, the
damp odor of grass, the noise of
carpenters repairing the house
across the street, all seemed so or
dinary. Margaret, about to get into
the car, paused and looked up at
Kessler.
“Why do you see those men hit
with the hammers before you hear
them?”
He smiled at her. “We always
see things before we hear them, be
cause the noise comes to us by
sound-waves and the sight by light
waves, and the light-waves get to us
faster.”
Margaret frowned, puzzled.
“I’ll explain it better when I get
home after dinner, if you’re still
awake—” Kessler had begun to say,
when Dick shouted, “Holy Jerusa
lem!”
He had shoved the paper untidily
under his arm and was laughing at
their astonished stares.
“It's that physics problem. It’s
about sound-waves and I was figur
ing with the speed of light. Oh,
such a dope, such a dope—thank you,
Margaret!” He was off into the
house.
“Are you tired? "Wouldn’t you
like to rest for a minute before go
ing up to dress?”
“I’m not really tired, just a bit
breathless. But it might be pleasant
to sit down for a minute or two.
What shall we do?”
“It's about time for a news broad
cast.”
"I’m losing courage to listen to
the radio,” Elizabeth confessed.
“All it brings is news of more
calamities.”
For an instant Kessler did not re
ply. She had said nothing to him
about her dread of Dick's going
away, but she saw him give a glance
toward the house and suspected that
he had guessed it. Leaning heavily
on his cane, he turned back to her,
saying, "Mrs. Herlong, will you for
give me if I tell you something?”
“Certainly.” Then, as she saw
the gentle gravity of his eyes, she
added, "If it’s a rebuke, go ahead.
I deserve it.”
“Yes,” answered Kessler, “you
do.” He smiled, and went on. "Mrs.
Herlong. talking about one’s person
al troubles is unforgivable unless
one has learned something from
them that is worth passing on. You
and your family are so kind about ig
noring my handicaps that I feel al
most unkind to refer to them. But
I have learned something from
them.”
"Yes, go on,” she said earnestly.
"I know you’ve had to face life in a
way that I haven’t. Tell me.”
"It’s simply this,” said Kessler.
“There is a rigorous joy in facing
a battle even when you have very
little chance of winning it. The worst
experience on earth isn’t tragedy
that comes from outside. That may
be dreadful, and it frequently is, but
it's almost pleasant compared with
the experience of being ashamed of
yourself.”
Elizabeth lowered her eyes. They
showed her his thick right hand
grasping the cane, and she looked
up again. “You can tell me that
better than anyone else I know,”
she said in a low voice, "because—
well, you've never said anything to
me about your past life, and I’m not
asking you, but I know you aren’t
referring only to physical distress.
Such a disaster as yours doesn’t
just change your bodily powers, but
everything else. You had to face
spiritual tragedy as well, didn’t
you?”
"Yes, I did.”
“And you did face it,” she went
on. "Instead of becoming resentful
and bitter, you became so wise and
kind and understanding that every
one who sees you feels the presence
of a great man. You have suffered
terribly, but you have no reason to
be ashamed of yourself.”
“Neither have you, Mrs. Her
long."
“How do you know?*’
“You haven’t told me anything
about your past life either,” he re
turned smiling. “But as soon as I
came into your home the first time,
I knew I was meeting a mature and
courageous woman. It’s impossible
for anyone to live as long as you
have—”
•'Forty-four years,” she said with
a little laugh. ‘‘I’m not sensitive
about the passage of time.”
"Very well, it’s impossible for
anyone to live forty-four years with
out experiencing a good many un
pleasant events, things you either
have to face or run away from.
When you meet a woman whose
husband adores her, whose children
are intelligent and uninhibited,
whose domestic affairs run like in
visible clockwork, and who goes
about with a serenity suggesting
that all these things just happened
that way—you can be sure that she
achieved it by meeting each crisis
as it came. Some people’s lives are
like wastebaskets, so cluttered up
that nobody can find anything there
but trash that should have been dis
posed of long ago.”
“I have tried to keep things
clear,” she answered simply. “I
can’t say I’ve always been success
ful. But looking back, I can say
I’ve tried.”
"When I left your home that first
evening, I told you that being there
had made me very happy. Perhaps
you thought I was too intense in
what I said. But I had seen so
much clutter, so much wretchedness
that could have been avoided, that
it did make me happy to see so
much unobtrusive richness of living.
I had hoped I should find you like
that.”
"You had hoped? Why did you
care what you'd find?”
He bit his lip as though he had
said too much. But he answered,
"Was it too much to hope for? I
had left a continent full of torture
and despair, for one thing; for an
other, I liked and admired your hus
band, and he had shown me your
photographs. You have a good life,
Mrs. Herlong, because you have
made it a good life. Don't lose it
now by being afraid."
“How can I help being afraid?"
she exclaimed. “Yes. I have a good
life. I’ve said so myself a thousand
times. And I have worked for it.
As you said, there are plenty of oc
casions In anybody's experience
when he’s tempted to sit down and
quit trying. But when you do
achieve a good life, when you feel
that now at last you have what you
want and can enjoy having it, and
then when you see it about to be
blown to pieces by circumstances
you aren’t responsible for and can’t
control—how can you help being
afraid? I’m sick with fear. I look
over it all—Spratt bothering about
his pictures, Brian with his bats and
bugs. Cherry excited about a party
dress, Dick struggling with his les
sons, and I think. ’How much long
er?’ I love them so. I've been so
proud to know I was important to
them—but now!” She stopped. “Why
on earth am I talking to you like
this? It’s the first time I’ve been
so frank about it to anybody.”
“You couldn’t talk to anybody
who’d be more interested,” Kessler
answered. “It’s good now and then
to confess our fears. Of course
you’re frightened. You see the war
coming closer, you don’t know what
it may bring—"
“I do know,” she interrupted
sharply. “I don’t live in a tower
looking down on two conflicting ide
ologies! Oh, it may be a noble strug
gle. fought for a better world, but
I don’t see it that way and I can’t.
I don’t see it in terms of anything
but my son.”
(TO BE CONTINUED I
And So Again the F Ay
Birds Got the Worms
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to thinking up effective publicity
stunts.
“I think I’ll put an ad in the
newspapers announcing the fact
that tickets will be on sale at our
box office at 5 a. m. tomorrow,”
he confided in a friend.
‘‘It sounds crazy,” reproved his
companion. ‘‘What’s the idea?”
‘‘I want people to think our show
is such a smash hit that if they
don’t get tickets first thing in the
morning, they’ll be out of luck.”
It worked out, too. Next morn
ing at the crack of dawn patrons
stormed the box office and bought
out every ticket in the house!
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