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her, and now us two birdladies
are bitter rivals. We even glare
at e'ach other when we pass each
other in the ozone, like two har
pies. Our attitude is very strain
ed. The tension wasn't even reliev
ed when Mikje O'Pylon, dropping
oranges for bombs, dropped one
on Everett True. After he got
the pulp off his clothes. Ev wait
ed, round to get Mike, but Mike
didn't'come down, at least in this
The feature today was a race in
the air between me and Tessie.
Her Curlin-Martjss biplane is
faster than my Baby Kazoo, but
I had better control of my ma
chine on the short turns over the
half mile track, and I beat her in
My, she was sore, ami went
and beefed to the management
about it. " One of the chief pro
moters calmed her down. "Be
have !" he said. ' -"We'll arrange
for you to win the next race with
Miss Dillpickleson Saturday."
We shall see. Not in a million
years will- Diana Dillpickles
throw a race to make a reputa
tion for That Thing.
Macaroni and Cheese, No. 1.
One cupful of macaroni, broken
into small pieces, 2 quarts of boil
ing salted water, 1 cupful of milk,
2 tablespobnfuls pf flour, to-j4
pound of cheese, j2 teaspoonful
.of-'salt, speck of cayenne peppefc.
Cook the macaroni in tfye boil
ing salted'water, drain in a strain
er, and pour cold water over it to
prevent the pieces from adhering
to .each other. Make a sauce out
of the flour, milk and cheese (see
first Uncle Sam cheese recipe
printed ni The Day Book. Put
the sauce and macaroni in alter-"
nate layers in a buttered baking
dish, cover with buttered crumbs
and heat in over until crumbs are
HE WOULD, TOO
Patient My heart don't seem
to beat just right.
Doctor Oh, I'll stop that, ah
"What's that you have in your
hand?" asked Mrs. Gimlet, of her
husband, as he brought home a
roll of manuscript.
"Brains, madam," retorted Mr.
Gimlet, pompously. "Are ybu
surprised at the, fact j?"
. "Not in the least," 'she replied.
"I knew you didn't carry them in
your head-'M ".
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