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Quaint Salt Box,
Rack for Spoons GAY and useful kitchen equip ment delights every home maker and this quaint salt box with matching, spoon rack are especial ly appealing. They are cut out by hand with a coping saw or with a jig saw. The box is put together HOOKS FOR COOKING SP O ONS oa PANH 0 LOtßS^* FOR CUTTING" 4 |L a J* .l BOARD AND jMNliip ,i ~ stbncilingwitm CRAYON OR PAINT with brads and glue and both pieces are decorated by stenciling with bright wax crayons such as children use. They are then var nished to fix the colors and make them water-proof. It Is all so easy to do. with so little mess or fuss that you will want to make a number of these pieces for gifts or to sell at Christmas time. * • • Pattern 251 gives actual - size cutting guides for the rack and aU parts of the box. also stencil designs, color guide and directions for each step. To get this pat tern send 15 cents with name and address direct to: MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS Bedford Hills. N. Y. Drawer 10 Enclose 15 cents for Pattern No. 251. Name Address . Animal Standing Many of the highly trained ani mal actors in Hollywood are used only in close-ups, their parts in long shots sometimes being played by as many as three doubles. Your Christmas shopping prob lem is eased considerably if you have smokers on your list! Select a carton of mild cigarettes or a package of choice smoking tobacco for these friends—practical gifts they are sure to use and enjoy. If you want to be assured your gifts meet ready acceptance, choose Camel Cigarettes or Prince Albert Smoking Tobacco. Each of these long-famous brands are highly re spected by discriminating smokers everywhere. Both Camels and Prince Albert are offered in at tractive, gay holiday gift wrap pings. Right now, dealers are fea turing Camels in a popular Christ mas carton containing 200 mild, mellow Camels. And Prince Albert —the National Joy Smoke is available in handy one-pound tins. See them at your dealers.—Adv. %*r EASE COUGHING, TIGHT CHEST RUB ON MUSCLES MEHTHOLATUMf^ i i ! HE-MAN I I career! i i i . j It takes rugged strength, quickness, intelligence and courage to make a soldier in j America’s peacetime Regu | lar Army. J Young men who can mea j sure up to the Army’s high j physical and mental stand ards are finding in it a wide | variety of interesting and i j stimulating jobs. The Regular Army is a gigantic research laboratory, I constantly developing fresh scientific discoveries in the | fields of aviation, medicine, I engineering and communica | tion. to mention only a few. j Qualified men are finding in | j it the groundwork of a use- j I ful and valuable career, as 1 well as the opportunity to help guard world peace. Their abilities and achieve ments deserve the respect of every citizen of this country. j ★ YOUR REOULM ARMY SERVES | THE NATIOM AND MANKIND IN | | | * V. * MOPSY by GLADYS PARKER Home-Town Echoes By C. Kessler J Tmbmolq^ LAUGHING STOCK By Frank Adams IHII-Aimi 111 Ijljn "■ nail 11l I ■ ■■■ ■■■ I "I’m sorry. I II haft* ask ya ta mov# yar car a little closar!'* He Met the Dragon A tramp knocked on the door of the inn known as “George and the Dragon.” The landlady opened the door, and the tramp asked: “Could you spare a poor hungry man a bite to eat?” “No!” and she slammed the door. A few minutes later the tramp knocked again. The landlady came again. He asked: “Could I have a few words with George?” Reviving Faith Customer —You sold me a car about two weeks ago. Salesman—How do you like it? Customer—l want you to tell me everything you said about the car all over again. I’m getting discour i aged. MIDLAND JOURNAL. RISING SUN, MD, Hardened Criminal As punishment for being naughty, Paul, age three, and Muriel, age six, had to go without their after noon ice cream for one week. One day, as their father walked to the front door, he saw Paul chas ing Muriel with a stick. He called, "All right, that will mean another week for you, Paul.” Paul immediately answered with: “I might just as well hit her then.” A Welcome Tipoff Mrs. Jackson—Yo’ lazy loafer. S’pose 1 was took sick an’ couldn’t do washings, how would yo’ live? Mr. Jackson—Ah never thought ob dat, honey. Ah’ll hustle 'round to morrow and git some health insur ance on yo’. England Gets Back to Normal Things are returning to normal in England faster than we thought. Jewel robberies now are considered important enough to be mentioned among life’s major annoyances. ♦ .Scotland Yard, cat burglars, pal ace jobs, international rings and super jool criminals are back in the British headlines. News that Lon doners who survived the blitz now are disturbed by little things like loss of the family gems is cheering. Things must be looking up. * It is close to a decade since a Brit isher on the home grounds felt like even making a complaint if he got home and found nothing worse had happened than ransacking of a dressing table. * The Duke and Duchess of Wind sor come right out and admit a loss of SBO,OOO worth of ice. It is only now that they would admit it made any difference. Scotland Yard is hot after the jewel robbers but we think the thieves are doing the world a favor. They are flashing the glad news that the war is well into the background and that once again some of the worst things that can happen to you can be endured without a bomb shel ter. * It shows that England really is recovering faster than some of her allies. No jewelry ring has been an nounced in France yet. Russia hasn’t been bothered by a cat burglar. Even in America we are not yet ing the big stolen-string-of-pearls stage of recovery, but caught some where between the Miss America re newals and the price of Christmas liquor. It’s nice to have Scotland Yard back. It seems such a long time since it was found anywhere except on radi programs. With Scotland Yard intact and “Mister Inspector” on the job once more, (he routine of happier years returns. We should not have to wait long now before hearing about the tailor who buried eight wives in an old well in Sussex and the profes sor of chemistry who amused him self by experiments with arsenic on housemaids. * But one thing disturbs Americans. We have supposed the British were having as much trouble eating as we are. Yet the main objective on the crime wave there is a ruby, not a lambchop; an emerald, not a hamburger. How come? * • * “Bourbon whisky will cost $lO a fifth by Christmas." —News item. * We stand at Armageddon and ire “bot tle” for inflation. * * * So You Never Saw A1 Jolson Al Jolson’s life story has been put on the screen. Al doesn’t appear in it. A young movie actor, Larry Parks, plays the role while Al’s voice is synchronized into the picture. Parks does a good job but there was only one Jolson and no imitator could ever touch him although hundreds tried. Never to have seen Jolson is to have missed one of the most electric personalities the stage ever knew. He wasn’t just a comedian; he was a battery with a voice, an electric charger with a human per sonality, a bolt of lightning in black face. He was a thing of watts and amperage. No doctor ever took Jol son’s pulse; they took his voltage. You felt Jolson’s presence while he was still in the wings and when he swept onto the stage it was like seeing a four-ring circus break out of an egg. * He was a great showman without seeming to be, a super comedian who never had to cram the idea down your throat. Jolson al ways seemed to be having more fun than the audience, and it always seemed to us that he played a 30th performance with all the vitality and sparkle of a first night. * You hummed the Jolson tunes as you filed out of the theater. You told bis storie% for weeks. „ What a man! And, come to think of it, he never boasted about the | big salary he was getting, wrote a book or did a column as a side i line. Maybe it was two other fellows, ! after all. • • • SITUATION WANTED. I That day, indeed, I’U dance and sing j And laugh and rave and holler ! When guys will do most anything | To earn an honest dollar. —Pier. • • • “Price ceilings have been taken from radios, fats and oils” News item. * 1 Our dealer can’t get us a radio and he hasn’t any fats or oils that will give us Fred Allen or Henry Morgan. • Kathleen Norris Says: Don’t Say You Didn’t Know It Bell Syndicate.—WNU Feature* 1 Many war-wounded can take regular jobs; jobs don't always need two legs, or two arms, or two eyes. Many of them can take part-time jobs. By KATHLEEN NORRIS WHEN a serious crime is committed, reparation has to be made. When a person suffers from a devastat ing illness, convalescence is long and slow. War is both a crime and an illness. We self-styled Christian peoples plunged into it, and the fever of it burned into our very souls. Now, not for sentimental reasons, but from simple com mon sense, we have to lend money and send clothes and food and build hospitals and re establish trade for friend and foe alike, just to keep the world going at all. Our late enemies are just as airy about asking help as are our allies. It is for every one of us to help the world toward convalescence. If you are merely a good, honest citi zen, with kindly impulses in your heart, think it out. If you have been fortunate enough to find God in your earthly pilgrimage, then add prayer to your thoughts. Think hard, pray hard, not just for hungry babies in Poland and Germany and Italy, but for-our own men. Think—think for five minutes what some of our boys paid for this war. Take the boy you love best, the boy for whom your hopes are highest, whether he be seven months, seven years or 17 years old. Picture that boy suffering. Suffering hard steady pain, from one of those thousand in juries of which we say so lightly, “well, the doctors don’t know ex actly what it is.” Some delicate internal fibre incurably torn, some essential inch of bone rotted away, some infinitesimal splinter pressing on eyes or brain, and your mag nificent six-footer is going to wear ! all his life that chiselled, weary look that means pain. He Might Be Your Son. Your own boy—that roughneck out in the sandbox who already this morning has been riding his bicycle like Barney Oldfield, coasting down his slide, splashing in the lawn sprin klers, climbing the apple tree, that outlaw who presently will come in for his chop and baked potato, his exhausted nap—he might be one of them. He might be one of the hundreds who walk with a crutch; he might be wearing a patch over one of his beautiful eyes, or sitting sighing, with his forehead gripped by his hand, when the dreadful inevitable pain comes back. He won’t marry; he won’t burden his girl with this. He won’t complain much, or talk much of the mud and the loneliness and the dying in south Italy. He won’t tell you of the morning he was just one of the other fellows, trying to take an island beach despite drip ping sweat and stinting insects and sharp rifle fire, and of the noon when he was carried to the hospital ship, never to be himself again. Today put your boy in his place. And then, if you will, go down on your knees. And rise from them re solved that not one single war wounded boy in your town is going to be left without the work that he can do. Many of them can take regular jobs; jobs don’t always need two legs, or two arms, or two eyes. Many of them can take part-time jobs. Not one in ten, they tell me, need be idle. If these boys were lying wounded and screaming on some field near your house, how fast good women would organize to help them. How fast they would be carried to the cool bed and clean bandages, the hot coffee and the opiates that mean comfort and love and care again after the bleak years. iii™ Almost blind, he rune prosperous farm. YOU CAN HELP Many thousands of veterans are handicapped in some way. It may be loss of an arm or a leg; it may be partial or total blind ness. Some men came back with nervous afflictions that will re main for life; others suffer from wrenched or torn muscles, or from recurrent diseases like ma laria. Most of them are anxious to be self-supporting and inde pendent. They don’t want sym pathy. They merely want a little help to even things up. In many fields they can do as good a job as anyone else. Frequently they do better, because they are more serious and determined to suc ceed. Everybody who stayed at home during the war owes these veter ans a great deal. It is everyone’s duty to give whatever assistance he can. This may be finding him a job, or advising about the best school to take his training in, or it may be renting him a room in your home. Someone may know where he can buy a business that is suited to his capacity, or where to obtain a loan on favorable terms. Those who can’t do anything directly to help these men who deserve so much, at least can keep the matter before their friends and neighbors. Sometimes a few words at the right time will do wonders. They may se cure the chance some down hearted veteran is praying for, when he has almost lost hope. Well, they are lying wounded, and in their hearts they are screaming for help, these boys who were mag nificent physical specimens when we sent them away, and who now will be good enough only (as Falstaff said), “to beg at the town’s end,” unless we help. They Need Your Help. Two years after the first great war, in a rich European city, I saw men in uniform begging, men whose old uniforms wore decora tions, too. The shame of that, the outrage of that, sticks in my throat every time I remember it. Men who had known the bloody trenches, whose valor their country had recog nized, begging in the streets. If your town is a big one, this work of employing handicapped vet erans already is organized. Get into that organization. And talk at your own dinner table. Get the big em ployers of your neighborhood to ex press themselves, put them on rec ord. But if your town is a small one the work is easier. You know peo ple there. You can enlist everyone. Yoy can personally contact the wounded veterans, and find out what each one wants to do. Some years ago I wrote in this column of theMi Bakers, mother, father, sister.Bj Three Baker boys were in the serv ice, and while they were away, the three at home bought each one a working, practical farm. The deeds to these farms were at the boys’ places at the homecoming dinner. Fred came home almost blind, but Fred is running the most flourish ing of the farms-today, and his wife and boys manage the bookkeeping. Don’t hurt a wounded man with pity, or with charity. Find out what he can do and see that he has a chance to do it. Birth Rate Dropping Continued decline in the high birth rate of the war years was noted in registration statistics for 1945. The figures were released by the U. S. Public Health service. Total of officially recorded births last year was 2,735,456, compared with 2,794,800 in 1944, a decline of 2.1 per cent. The birth rate in 1945 was 19.6 per 1,000 population, against 20.2 the year before and 21.5 in 1943. The last-named was the highest annual rate during the war years.