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Daily Menus Need
Changes to Fit
Family’s Wants
You’ll be surprised at bow little
chicken is needed for Chicken Noo
dle Paprika, but how good the cas
serole can taste. It meets all the
requirements for a good, wartime
dish.
Do you plan your meals to suit the
family's mood?
In spring, for instance, do you sat
isfy their hunger for foods crisp,
crunchy and light? Do you get away
from the too hearty and heavy foods
of winter and jk
heed the change
In weather and
appetite? If you
don't, then you
should! Every
family requires a
change in food as !
well as in dress.
Food Is more fun for both you and
the family if you vary menus from
time to time, weed out much-repeat
ed recipes and add new ones to the
family's collections. Do keep in
mind the changes of season and
their wealth of new foods and color
schemes to add interest to the diet.
Save Vied fall!
Vegetables herald the important
coming of spring—and their use in
meals should be more generous,
even in the meat course itself where
they will act as a meat extender:
Meat Balls In Vegetable Sauce.
(Serves 6 to 8)
H pound veal
H pound pork
1 pound beef
1 small onion
1 green pepper
1 carrot
1 stalk celery
2 tablespoons fat
% cup applesauce
% cup moist bread crumbs
2 teaspoons salt
1 pint tomatoes
1 tablespoon flour
2 eggs
3 potatoes, diced
% teaspoon pepper
Chop parboiled or leftover vege
tables. Grind meat and mix with
(applesauce, bread
crumbs, salt, pep
per and beaten
' eggs. Form Into
egg - sized balls.
f Melt fat, brown
i meat balls, add
chopped vegeta
bles and toma
toes. Bake uncovered 25 minutes '
in a moderate oven.
i Save Used Fats!
Asparagus and Spaghetti.
(Serves 6)
1H cups spaghetti, broken In pieces
1 pint canned or cooked asparagus
and liquid
£ tablespoons flour
£ tablespoons fat
I cup rich milk
3 to 4 drops tabasco sauce
H teaspoon salt
1 cup buttered bread crumbs
Cbeese, if desired
Cook spaghetti in boiling salted
water until tender. Drain. Drain
the liquid from the asparagus, cut
Lynn Bays
Mottoes: Produce and preserve,
share and play fair are mottoes
which should be in every house
hold notebook.
This is what I mean, so check
yourself on the following points
so that you can tell if you're do
ing the job on the home front:
Save cans—to meet the quota
of 400,000,000 used cans every
month.
Save waste paper and collect
scrap. Containers are made
from those to ship supplies to
forces overseas.
Start the Victory Garden early
—to produce more food than we
did last year.
Store leftover food correctly,
prevent waste.
Shop early in the day, early in
the week. Accept no goods with
out stamps.
Substitute for scarce foods,
serve simpler meals to save time
and leave you more time for vital
war work.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menu
•Chicken Noodle Paprika
Broccoli Sliced Tomatoes
Rye Bread Sandwiches
Lemon Snow Pudding
Custard Sauce
Brownies
•Recipe Given
stocks in short pieces and prepare a
sauce from the flour, fat, milk and
asparagus water, then add the ta
basco sauce and salt. In a greased
baking dish, place a layer of the
cooked spaghetti, then one of aspar
agus. Cover with sauce and con
tinue until all ingredients are used.
Cover top with buttered crumbs. Top
with grated cheese, if desired. Bake
in a moderate (350-degree) oven un
til heated, about 20 minutes.
Save Used Fats!
Vou’ll be getting the most out of
your money if you serve this low-on
chicken casserole. It’s thrifty but
full of nutrition:
•Chicken Noodle Paprika.
(Serves 6 to 8)
H pound medium-cut egg noodles
4 cups boiling water
1 teaspoon salt
4 cup diced carrots
H cup diced celery
Salt and pepper to taste
yA cup onion, cut fine
2 tablespoons shortening
1% cups chicken stock or gravy
1 teaspoon paprika
H cup minced, cooked chicken
To the boiling water add salt and
egg noodles. Cook until all water
is absorbed and noodles are tender.
This requires about 10 minutes. Stir
frequently during cooking period.
Combine carrots, celery, onion and
shortening and cook for a few min
utes. Add chicken stock, paprika,
seasonings and chicken. Cook ->ow
ly until vegetables are tender. Pour
this mixture over the cooked egg
noodles, place in buttered casserole
and bake V4 hour at 350 degrees.
Whole pieces of chicken may be
used in place of the minced chicken.
An Inexpensive food Is the salad,
but It provides the mineral and vita
min riches necessary to good health
and living, and satisfies the need
for change of texture and contrast
in menus.
Ham Loaf.
(Serves 6)
lft cups ham, diced
I package lemon-flavored gelatin
1 cup boiling water
H cup vinegar
% teaspoon paprika
1 teaspoon salt
% cup water
% cup mayonnaise
2 tablespoons minced green pepper
2 tablespoons minced dill pickle
1H teaspoons dry mustard
Pour boiling water over gelatin
and stir until dissolved. Add vinegar
and water and al
low to cool slight-J
ly. Add the other!
Ingredients and!
turn out into loafi
pan. Chill until~|
firm. Turn out on
platter and gar- m Cl
nish with lettuce, endive, sliced eggs
and tomatoes.
Save Used Fall!
Vegetables should be cooked until
they are just barely tender—then no
more. Then most of their vitamins
are Intact, and the color is glorious.
Here’s a casserole with a riot of
new spring color:
Garden Casserole.
(Serves 6)
2 cups white sauce
1 cup cooked new potatoes
1 cup cooked asparagus, cauli
flower or broccoli
% cup cooked carrots
1 cup cooked peas
$4 cup yellow cheese
Make white sauce. Place vege
tables in layers in buttered cas
serole and pour white sauce over
them. Cover with finely cut cheese
and bake in a moderate (350-degree)
oven 20 minutes.
Get the most from your meat! Get
your meat roasting chart from Miss
Lynn Chambers by writing to her in 1
care of If estern Newspaper Union, 210 '
South Desplaines Street, Chicago 6, lit. j
Clea.se send a stamped, selfatddressed
envelope for your reply.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
MR. W/NKLE '
GOES TO WAR
PRATT w W.N.U. RELEASE
CHAPTER I
It never in the world ever oc
curred to Mr. Winkle that he would
be drafted and sent off to the wars.
War was for young men, not for a
settled married man of forty-four.
There was talk of the Army not
wanting the older men, but nothing
had yet been done about this. The
thing being done was what Mr. Win
kle received in this morning’s mail.
When he reached in the mailbox and
took out the communication from his
draft board, his hands trembled a
little. Peering through his metal
rimmed glasses, he read that he
was classified 1-A.
He knew what that meant. After
ten days’ time, he was subject for
induction into the United States
Army.
He stood there on the front steps
of his house, a small man engulfed
by a tremendous event that toppled
over his world and sent it bowling
off into space like a cannon ball.
He thought:
Not he, who had been married for
twenty years. Not he, a former
careful accountant who was now the
conservative proprietor of a modest
general repair shop located In the
alley back of his house. Not he,
with his overly active and morbid
imagination. Not he, who was no
man of action, but was afraid to
death of guns or violence of any sort.
Not he, with his stored-up mem
ory of how, as a boy with his .22
Peering through his metal rimmed
glasses he read he was classified 1A.
rifle, he had shot a squirrel. The
tiny animal fell from the high
branch where he aimed at it, land
ing with a thud on the hard ground.
When he held the warm, fuzzy body
in his hand, he was sick at heart
at what he had done. In later life,
when hs stepped on an ant, or
squashed a spider, or even swatted
a fly, Mr. Winkle felt squeamish at
taking life.
Upon being called by his draft
board last week for physical exami
nation, Mr. Winkle had thought that
the strange doctor appreciated his
dyspepsia, his nearsightedness, his
caved-in chest, his good beginning
on a paunch (even though otherwise
he was skinny enough to be under
weight), his jumped-up pulse at the
slightest exertion, and his general
make-up of no great muscularity.
Never before had Mr. Winkle
known himself to be such a physi
cal wreck.
The doctor pursed his lips at the
visual evidences of this close ap
proach to the grave. He frowned
in such a manner as to give Mr.
Winkle reason for counting on his
not being recommended. And though
the doctor and the members of the
draft board, working their mysteri
ous ways, had not committed them
selves on the result, it still hadn’t |
seemed real to Mr. Winkle that he
would be seriously considered as a
soldier.
The notice couldn't mean him. He
looked at it again, to see if, possi
bly, there had been some mistake.
But he saw his name typed out
boldly: Wilbert George Winkle.
The thought of going in and tell
ing Mrs. Winkle about it swept over
Mm. The prospect of this was one
of both panic and intense interest.
Certainly it would take a lot of the
strong wind out of her sails.
Mrs. Winkle during recent years,
had developed into a positive indi
vidual who was prone to run her
husband the way a locomotive en
gineer kept his hand on the throt
tle. Mr. Winkle never liked to put
this into the actual term of hen
pecking, but nevertheless that was
the true state of affairs.
Now he wondered how Amy would
take it. There was little she could
do about it. She wouldn’t be able
to argue with this, nor impose her
will in any way upon it. He felt
a little sorry for her, for he knew
that deep down, in spite of her sharp
words and orders, she loved him and
he loved her. Beyond his specula
tion on how she would receive the
news, he had a reluctance about
telling her.
Yet he didn’t see what else he
could do. With a sigh, he went into
the house.
Mrs. Winkle was already behind
her half of the newspaper in the
breakfast nook, which was all the
dining room their small house pos
sessed. Mr. Winkle, in his mind,
could look right through the paper
and see her, a well-filled-out lady of
exactly his own age. To a person
seeing her for the first time, she
appeared dainty in spite of her
plumpness, quite feminine, and of
an eminently good nature. It was
a shock, upon second glance, to
notice the way her lips pressed
themselves together and the per
petual frown that creased the other
wise smooth pink skin between her
blue eyes.
Amy paid no attention as Mr.
Winkle carefully stepped over Pe
nelope, the third member of the
family.
Their sad-eyed spaniel was set
tled on the floor with her black muz
zle resting on her paws. At eight,
Penelope in her dog world was ap
proximately Mr. Winkle’s compara
tive age in the human vjprld. She
was as amiable and mild as Mr.
Winkle himself. Never having been
allowed a husband, she had a rather
droopy disposition. Now, in her mid
dle age. she had given up hope and
no longer pretended to any interest
at the sight of a male, but simply
sniffed loftily or ignored the meet
ing altogether.
Penelope, Mr. Winkle thought,
was no more prepared for the large,
adventurous and dangerous things
of life, such as war, than he.
He sat heavily In his place in the
breakfast nook. From behind her
paper, Mrs. Winkle demanded,
"Anything for me?”
"No-o,” answered Mr. Winkle.
At his drawing out of the word,
Mrs. Winkle put her paper aside and
looked at her husband. She didn’t
see what he had received, for he
held it below the table. But from
the look of Mr. Winkle and the tone
of his voice, she knew at once.
Mrs. Winkle was the first to speak
again. Her frown deepened and her
lips were tight when she stated dis
approvingly, "Wilbert, your notice
has come.”
Silently. Mr. Winkle handed over
the notice to her.
Mrs. Winkle took it in at a single
glance. Her face went white. Her
frown disappeared and her mouth
softened. She looked bewildered, as
if props had been knocked out from
under her and she had no solid
ground to stand on. She said breath
lessly, as if caught off guard,
"You’re going to war.”
Mr. Winkle cleared his throat so
as to be sure he could control his
own voice, trying it out this way
without first chancing how it might
sound. "It means," he explained,
"I’m just being passed on to the
Army doctors.”
“You’re going to war,” Mrs. Win
kle repeated in a whisper. Now she
looked actually frightened, amazed,
and hurt.
It had been years since Mr. Win
kle had seen such expressions on his
wife’s face. They affected him deep
ly. He began, "Now, Amy—”
“You’ll be killed!” Mrs. Winkle
walled.
At this excitement, and perhaps
at the new, strange tone in Mrs.
Winkle's voice, Penelope began to
howl.
Mr. Winkle had counted on no
such behavior on the part of his
wife. He had become so accustomed
to her shrewish ways that he hadn't
pictured them being punctured so
abruptly.
He realized what a blow It was to
her. She was threatened with not
having him around to order about.
To have him removed from her
and sent off to war destroyed her
defenses and left her bewildered and
alone. It revealed the basic af
fection she had for him. Mr. Winkle
reflected that it was taking the
greatest war in history to accom
plish this.
From the look on her face, Mr.
Winkle almost expected Amy to be
gin weeping. But she didn’t. She
just sat there staring at him, her
eyes bright and wide and dry, and
he sat staring at her. They re
garded each other awesomely while
Penelope continued to howl.
Penelope was interrupted by the
shrill ringing of the telephone. Mr.
Winkle made a movement to go into
the living room to answer it, but
Mrs. Winkle, with a rather wild look
on her face, started before he did.
She appeared to want to do some
thing definite.
Sitting in the breakfast nook, Mr.
Winkle heard her voice.
“Why, yes ... I suppose so,” she
faltered. “Just a minute."
Any hesitancy didn’t sound like
Amy at all. Rather, it sounded like
the Amy of years ago, when Mr.
Winkle married her.
Her voice came again, calling In
to him, “It’s the newspaper—they
want to come out and interview
you.”
Alarmed at this, and at Amy ask
ing his advice about something In
stead of deciding it herself, Mr.
Winkle asked, "Me? Now? Here?”
Mrs. Winkle gave an affirmative
answer to each of these questions,
her words sounding like strangled
chirps.
Mr. Winkle thought, desperately.
Suddenly, he wanted to lash out at
something. “Certainly not,” he said.
“I can’t wait around here. I’ve got
to get to the shop. And I don’t—
tell them I don’t want to be inter
viewed.”
Mrs. Winkle passed on his views
over the telephone. They didn’t
seem to make much impression, for
Mrs. Winkle, after listening to what
was said in reply, kept agreeing
doubtfully, "Yes . . . yes, but—oh,
I can see that’s probably right.”
She hung up and came back. She
appeared to be slightly dazed.
“They said,” she told Mr. Winkle,
"that you’re already something of a
celebrity—from being the first mar
ried man in the older men’s classifi
cation to be drafted—and that it’s
your patriotic duty to set a good
example. They’re coming out here
to take pictures of—of us both.”
"I won’t do it,” he said. "And
you shouldn’t—”
"But, Wilbert,” Mrs. Winkle pro
tested, "it won’t look right if we
don’t.”
“I don’t care how it looks. Where’s
my hat?” He was emboldened to
be peremptory. "Where’s my lunch
box?”
He saw them both where they
were kept ready for his departure
to business. He snatched them up
almost savagely, and clamped the
hat on his head. He hadn’t felt sc
aroused for many years. He didn’t
quite know what to make of the way
It wasn’t until he had gone some
way that it occurred to him he had
forgotten to kiss his wife goodby.
he felt, for there was fear mixed in
him, too, along with his unaccus
tomed anger. Mainly, there was
the sense of being unnerved by an
unsure Amy.
He turned, and marched to the
front door. Mrs. Winkle followed
him. “Wilbert,” she said weakly,
“you have to, and you know it.”
By the time he reached the steps
outside, Mr. Winkle had somewhat
calmed. His small storm was near
ly over. He blinked. “I suppose,”
he admitted, "I’ll have to do a lot
of things I don’t feel like doing.”
Abruptly, he strode away, down
the walk, and then along the street.
It wasn’t until he had gone some
way that it occurred to him he had
forgotten to kiss his wife goodby.
It was the first time he had neglect
ed this ritual in their whole mar
ried life. Ordinarily, he would have
been called back and given instruc
tions. But there was no sound from
Amy.
Guiltily, he glanced once behind,
to see her still standing on the steps,
her hand at her throat, watching
him depart. Penelope was at her
feet, staring after him mournfully.
It may seem curious that, though
Mr. Winkle’s place of business was
located right in back of his house,
he didn't go out through the rear
door and across the fifty feet of yard
to reach his shop.
To the Winkles this wasn’t strange
at all. There was quite a good rea
son for it.
It originated from Mr, Winkle's
career as a public accountant hav
ing disappeared during the depres
sion. Secretly, he was just as glad,
for he had never cared much for
dealing in long rows of someone
else’s figures. He greatly preferred
tinkering with mechanical things,
for which he had a decided flair and
a delicate touch.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
PATTERNS
SEWONG CDKCLE ~
8589
12-42
Maternity Dress.
A GOOD - LOOKING, comfort
able maternity dress which
can be made in any color—any
fabric. The pointed yoke, soft
turn-over collar and the tie belt
with long ends give it most pleas
ing charm!
m w w
Pattern No. 8589 is in sizes 12, 14, 16,
18, 20; 40 and 42. Size 14 requires 4>,i
yards 39-inch material; % yard for con
trasting collar.
Pinafore Girl.
LIVERY young man likes to see
his best girl in a be-ruffled
pinafore! Look your loveliest in
this buttoned-up-the-back bit of
house dress charm!
• • •
Pattern No. 8580 is in sizes 10, 12, 14, 16,
18 and 20. Size 12, with sleeves, requires
3Vs yards 35-inch material.
Criminals Are Disgraced
By Song in South Seas
Instead of going to jail for a
crime, the native of South Sea is
lands is punished by having a song
written about him and sung to the
community. This method of dis
gracing sinners publicly has been
so effective that jails and guard
houses were unknown to the is
lands until recently when military
bases became established.
But even now, the islanders re
gard being locked behind bars as
mild punishment compared with
having a song written about them.
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Due to an unusually large demand and
lurrent war conditions, slightly more time
Is required In filling orders for a few at
the most popular pattern numbers.
Send your order to:
SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT.
530 South Wells St. Chicago
Enclose 20 cents in coins for each
pattern desired.
Pattern No.Size..
Name ...
Address .
Ants a Delicacy
Ants, native delicacy in parts of
Africa, are sold in packages.
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PLANT FERRY’S SEEDS I
4
Make your back yard a battleground
for food by planting Ferry’s Seeds. On
display at your local Ferry’s dealer.
FERRY-MORSE SEED CO.
DETROIT SAN FRANCISCO
Busy Bee
One bee would have to work ev
ery day for a year to make ono
comb.
Snap, Crackle,Pop!
RICE KRISPIES
“The Grains are Great Foods"—
• Kellogg’s Rice Krispies equal the
whole ripe grain in nearly all the
protective food elements declared
essential to human nutrition.
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Shoulder a Gun or the Cost of One
if Buy United States War Bonds if
CLABBER GIRL goes
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