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Serve it hot or serve
it chilled and jelled.
It will help any meal
FR those of us who do our own
cooking, summer creates two
special problems: how to make
meal times genuinely pleasurable for
our tired and captious families, and
how to prepare their food without
turning our kitchens into private in
fernos. Menus planned around salads
are, of course, a partial answer — but
only partial, for even in hot weather
the family will want something more
than cold comfort. It is our own ex
perience that a first course of hot
soup adds infinitely to the attrac
tiveness of an otherwise cold meal.
And when we say soup, we mean
canned soup, since there would be no
gain to us in the slow process of pre
paring home-made soup.
The one-pound cans of cream of
oyster, cream of spinach, and onion
soup are good to serve hot with
a main dish of salad. They have the
kind of body and flavor which makes
a man especially feel that a meal is
substantial. Here, for instance, is a
very satisfactory supper menu:
Hot Cream of Spinach Soup
Jellied Chicken Loaf
Julienne Potatoes
Mixed Green Salad Melba Toast
Chilled Melon Balls
Tea or Coffee
If you wish to be a little more
elaborate and add a second hot dish,
you will find the next menu also easy
to prepare and full of appetite appeal.
Hot Onion Soup
Shrimp Salad in Lettuce Cups
Spaghetti au Gratin
Hot Rolls Sweet Gherkins
Lemon Tarts
Tea or Coffee
Soup, again, is practical for beach
Kobtrl K—im
Jellied Madrilene in three different servings
parties or picnics. After a swim, or
the succession of swims in which
most of us indulge on a day at the
beach, a warm cup of soup is extreme
ly welcome.
In the next menu we suggest canned
cream of oyster soup, which is nour
ishing and satisfying and always
seems appropriate, and likewise some
what luxurious since oyster products
are not commonly available at this
season of the year. It will travel along
nicely in a thermos bottle or can be
heated on the spot if you are making
a fire on the beach. We’ve worked out
a menu for a picnic supper of this kind,
and we are sure that you will find it
appealing after a day at the sea
shore or a lake in the hills.
Hot Cream of Oyster Soup
Croutons
Cheese and Vegetable Sandwiches
Celery Hearts Ripe Ohves
Assorted Fruit Cookies
Iced Tea or Coffee
The canned cream of spinach and
the onion soup lend themselves to still
other uses. Try, for instance, combin
ing a 1-pound can of the cream of
spinach soup, with its delicate yellow
green color and its absence of meat
stock, with a 1-pound can of either
chicken or mushroom soup. The result
is something new and extremely pal
atable in soups. Or use a 1-pound can
of onion soup as a stock in which to
cook hamburgers, or to use in making
a beef stew, as in the following recipe.
Bh/ and Onion Stow
1V4 pound bottom round or l fl
inch chuck beef, cut in cubes
M cup flour
1 teaspoon salt
>4 teaspoon pepper
2 tablespoons butter
1 (1-pound) can onion soup
Roll meat in flour, salt and pepper.
Place butter in frying pan; add meat
and sautfe until meat is brown, about
10 minutes. Pour onion soup over
meat; cover and cook 1 hour or until
meat is tender. Yield: 4 portions.
Hamburgers may be cooked in thc
same way; cook 15 to 20 minutes after
browning.
So far we have been talking about
the use of hot soups. Equally, or per
haps even more, important from the
point of view of summer use, is con
somm£ Madrilene. One of these is of
light “lemon” color, and is made of
a consommt base with tomato and
other flavorings added and comes in
1-pound cans. It is easy to jell, either
in or out of the can. And it can be
served in numerous ways — as first
courses, as salad.
It is a good idea to keep a 1-pound
can habitually in your refrigerator or
ice box. Standing on a shelf in the cold
part of your refrigerator, it will jell in
eight hours. But if you have forgotten
to keep an emergency can on jell,
and want to use one more quickly,
open the can and pour the contents
into the freezing tray of your auto
matic refrigerator. It will be ready in
an hour-and-a-half or two hours.
One excellent way to serve it as a
first course is to break it up lightly
with a fork, place it in bouillon cups,
sprinkle with finely chopped chives.
parsley or pinuento.
You will also find this soup very
attractive if you use a spoonful of
frozen tomato juice with each bouillon
cup. Season the tomato juice well with
lemon, onion, salt and pepper and —
if you like it — tabasco sauce; then
freeze the tomato juice to the point
where it is merely mushy.
As an appetizer, the jellied con
somme Madrilene is attractive when
served with a hard-cooked, stuffed
egg Make a lettuce cup on each salad
plate, put the stuffed egg in the center,
and circle it with the jellied con
somme.
Or combine it with raw tomatoes
to make a salad. Remove the skin and
centers from six tomatoes; turn toma
toes upside down and drain slightly,
sprinkle inside with salt and tapper;
and when you are ready to serve, fill
the tomato cups with the jellied Mad
rilene. Serve with mayonnaise.
Monkey Business
Bushy Barnes ain’t goin' to
be popular with the college
boys after 1 tell this.
It seems that the Rockefeller
Foundation has dished out some
money to raise chimpanzees with.
Somebody figured out that a
chimpanzee is very close to a man
in a lot of ways and plans have
been made so that college boys
can study these chimpanzees, in
side and out.
Well, Bushy is readin’ me this
the other night, and it says in the
papier that they are raisin’ the
chimpanzees off by themselves
somewhere in Florida, and not on
any college campus. It don’t say
why, but Bushy says he bets it's
so the professors don't get ’em
mixed up with the regular stu
dents!
Spieakin’ of men makin' mon
keys out of themselves, I been
seein' in the papers all about
“guerrilla" tactics. You know, all
my life up to now I thought the
word was “gorilla" on account of
gorillas have got bad dispositions.
If I had a gorilla handy, though.
I’d apologize to him!
They say a monkey can figure
out how to pile boxes one on top
of the other to reach a banana
tied out of his reach. But a mon
key can’t be taught to sare any
thing. Give him his breakfast,
dinner and supper all at once and
he eats it right then, not worryin'
about the future.
But, shucks, what kind of a
future has a monkey got, anyway ?
WAUV BOfttN
Trouble is, monkeys ain't got no foresight
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I WINGS IN THE NIGHT
Continued from pago fivo
“It's no good! Whether you leave
| this hotel tonight depends on me.
£ Listen!”
■‘Well?”
“You wonder why 1 haven’t told
him? I’ve got a proposition. I’m going
? to take your place in the plane to
I night — Captain Raeburn — I’m
$ clearing out!”
“Hadn’t you better explain?”
“I’m clearing out, I tell you! I’m
finished. That beast, von Siegen —
I’m through with him.” Her eyes were
dilated. “I’m through with the whole
' show. I’m going to Madrid — to
friends there.”
"My dear Fraulein, you’ll never get
through France. Besides, it means a
drop by ’chute in the dark.” She swept
his objections aside. “I can get to
Madrid. I’ve got a passport — ”
“At the aerodrome here — ”
“That’s the easiest part of it! I've
;■ been waiting for a chance like this
| — and now it’s come."
"The Herr Oberst will be interested
I to hear about your proposition.”
“Tell him — he’ll laugh at you. He
thinks I’m in love with him.” Her
hands were clenched. “It’s a square
deal I’m offering you. No; I’m not
| offering. You’ve got no alternative —
except a firing squad with a white
bandage round your eyes — ”
There was a step in the passage.
By the time the door opened she was
back in her chair, adjusting a cushion
behind her head. Von Siegen went over;
helped himself to a brandy and soda.
“You’ll have another dnnk, Ruck
ert?” he cried. “It’ll be chilly in the
air tonight. The plane will soon be
waiting — you’d better think of mak
ing tracks.”
“I’m ready now, Herr Oberst.”
Lili Breitner rose. “I’ve just offered
to drive Herr Ruckert to the aero
drome. I’ve got a headache, and I’ll
be glad of the fresh air.”
“As you wish.” Von Siegen raised
his glass. “Safe journey, Ruckert! I’m
glad you’ve met Fraulein Breitner.
You may be useful to each other yet.
One can never tell in a war.”
Two minutes later Raeburn was go
ing down with her in the elevator.
“You mean to go through with this,
Fraulein?” he asked as he stepped into
her roadster.
"It would beamusing,”—lightly —
“to hear how you get back to France.”
“If I ever get back!”
Her laugh was frigid. “That’s your
lookout. Here’s the market square;
I'll drop you now. 1 must call at my
flat for a few minutes. Lebe uiohl.1”
He watched the rear light of her
car disappear. Against the sky was
the outline of the equestrian statue
where he had waited for a guide to
Venetia Osmond’s lodgings. He gave
a sigh of gratitude. Her plans, at any
rate, would be going smoothly. By
this time she would be on her way to
the lakeside with Barthold; with any
luck, the scientist would be safely in
Pans by the afternoon. Raeburn
chuckled grimly.-He had urged Vene
tia to clear out with Herr Barthold,
=n
Erie son
"There's our ball, dear"
but now it looked as it he would have
to ask her tor a hiding place until he
could get into France himself. He
decided to go to her lixlgings and wait.
On his second kmx:k the back dixir
was opened, and without a word the
old woman led hint upstairs. The next
moment Venetia appeared.
Raeburn stared at her. "You have
n’t gone yet! Nothing wrong?"
wish I knew — Come in. Herr
Barthold and I have been waiting for
nearly an hour."
‘‘My brother will come," said the
woman. “He is late. F'raulein, but he
will come."
Barthold was huddled in a great
coat beside the stove. “It is F'raulein
Osmond I am anxious about," he said.
“She has taken risks on my account."
When Raeburn told ner wnai naa
happened at the Hotel Wagner the
girl did not speak for a moment. "I'm
glad,” she said slowly. “That drop
by 'chute in the dark —it’s been wor
rying me to death. You can go with
Herr Barthold now.”
“And you?”
“We’ll see. Nick — ” She broke off
and turned to the door.
“My brother has come, Fraulein!
The van is in the lane.”
Venetia Osmond pulled her nurse’s
cap over her bright hair. “Ready,
Herr Barthold?” In the darkness Rae
burn could make out the shape of a
small covered van. It was the girl who
gave orders; clambering in, he squat
ted with Barthold behind some crates.
“If we’re stopped,” she told him,
“I’m going to an urgent case in the
country. This is where a uniform
comes in useful.” The doors snapped
shut and they began to move.
Barthold’s voice came to him in
the darkness. The old man spoke of
his nine weeks as a fugitive before tie
had found sanctuary with Venetia
Osmond. “Yes, 1 have suffered, Herr
Raeburn— What’s that!” He gasped
as a challenging voice rang out, and
the van came to a jarring stop.
Above the throb of the engine they
could hear Venetia talking. Her
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