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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 26, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 11

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Sixteen years ago we were slaugh
' tering the blasted Spaniards. We
were firing red hot shot through their
homes in Manila. We were blowing
their heads off at Santiago. We were
putting cold steel through their
hearts at San Juan. Wherever we
could we made their blood run and
liked it. .The war taste was in our
mouth and we raged as legitimate
butchers of men. Whatever the jus
tification, the picture was awful, aft
er nearly 2,000 years of- Christ's
Today we have a cablegram from
Madrid saying that, under instruction
of our agricultural department, vast
tracks of semi-arid land in Spain are
proving productive through American
dry-farming methods. Today we are
shooting potatoes, corn and carrots
into the poor Homes of Spain. We
are blowing hope into the heads of
the hungry of iSpain. We are seeing
the poor of Spain eat as they previ
ously did not. It is a picture to illus
trate the teachings of Christ, after
nearly 2,000 years.
Great is our war department,
which can Mil two foes where one
was killed before. Greater is our agri
cultural department, which can fill
two stomachs TBhere one was filled
One-half pound of halibut or any
other white fish. Put through the
meat chopper. Make a paste of 1 cup
of milk. and two tablespoons of flour.
When cold add to the minced fish.
Add 1 even teaspoon of salt, a salt
spoon of white pepper, 6 tablespoons
of cream.' Beat all this thoroughly
and allow to cool. A little minced
parsley may be added if liked. Fold
in the whites of 5 eggs that have
been beaten to a stiff dry froth.
Grease small timbale molds with but
ter, fill with fish paste putting in a
few green peac or mushrooms. Set
the molds in pan of boiling water,
cover tops and bake in a moderate
oven even 25 minutes. Serve, with
The last time it was my fortune or
misfortune, as it were, to patronize a
barber establishment, old chap, the
employes were extremely solicitous
with regard to advising various
tonics, shampoos, massages and the
like. The fellow in the next chair
eventually became so thoroughly irri
tated by this treatment that, he
"Now list here, old stroppie, nix on
the shampoo noise and the sea-foam
racket. Just plane down my map till
it's as woolly as a kelly pool ball and
let the job go at that. The next time
you let loose a chirp abotit having
my eyebrows curled or my ears braid
ed Fm going to snatch that there
crap-shooter's machete and chase
you up the striped pole!"
My word!
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