process of making bread the min
ute granules of starch in the
wheat flour were gathered in
small cells, hundreds of them in
a cell. They became coated with
gluten, a gelantinous substance
which formed the cells, and were
protected so carefully that the
heat didn't cook them or break
them open. All manner of ex
periments were tried, but raw
starch remained in the bread.
Finally Mrs. Sharpless got a
"hunch" from the way a paper
hanger mixed his flour for paste.
She mixed her flour, water,
yeast, etc., as quickly and light
ly as possible. Then she set it
aside to "raise."
When the mixture was "rais
ed," she did not knead it. She
merely shaped it into loaves
quickly and deftly, with as little
handling as possible.
Then she baked it in the usual
way. And the bread showed 90
per cent of the starch granules
broken up gelatinized cooked!
Moreover, its nutritive value
was doubled every loaf had the
nourishing power of two of the
Samples were submitted to
physicians and scientists. They
rnnlrln't hplipve what harl hppn
fm accomplished. Dr. James McAl
lister, president of .the Drexel in
stitute, stamped it a wonderful
discovery, as did Prof. Reichert,
of the University of Pennsyl
vania, and Dr. S. Weir Mitchell,
the author and specialist, who is
one of the greatest physicians in
There is no secret about it.
Mrs. Sharpless wants everybody
to know how it is done. Just do
it quickly and don't knead it.
The whole idea is to disturb the
dough as little as possible.
The bread is not as pretty and
white as ordinary bread. But it
is real bread!
And Mrs. Sharpless' invalid
husband eats it without the
slightest disturbance of his dis
eased digestive system.
THE JOKE MISSED
"I say, Jones," said his friend, :
"do you know why you're like a
"Like a donkey!" replied Jones,
excitedly and angrily. "No, in
deed, I don't!"
"Well," came the gentle an
swer, "because your better-half
is stubbornness herself!"
Jones chuckled long and mer
rily over the idea. It tickled him
immensely. When he got home
he decided to try it on the misses.
"Alice," he began, as he sat
down to supper, "do you know
why I'm a donkey?"
Then he waited a moment, pre
tending to toy with his chop, but,
in reality, he was watching his
wife's countenance. Ah, the an
swer was coming! Let him get
his words ready!
"Well, dear," came the gentle
reply, "I really suppose it's be
cause you were born so !"
Morris Hogue hanged himself
at Los Angeles with his Christ- I
mas necktie. Little is it realized 3
how strong the temptation is in a !
Christmas necktie. 3
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