The Wyandotte herald., February 02, 1940, Image 4

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Gold Rush Upsets
Mexican Village,
Pan $225 in Day
Population Goes From 4 to
5,000 in Few Months;
Still Growing.
MESQUITE. MEXICO A f
months ago this tiny Mexican tow .
boasted a population »>t 4l>
Now it is tea nuns’ with 5 n>«) pet
sons ar.d is growing da:l>.
Some months a; • Javier Gomez,
a bartender. Was \ : ke Worse than
that, he \\a> s!'*so in debt and there
seemed no way < ; T of it
Today Gonjez is the leading citi
zen of the town, e. rr.a.g about $225
a day.
The magical th.ii.g which boomed
Mesquite and enriched Gomez al
most overnight was the same thing
that sent thoiusan Is into California
almost 100 years ago—gold.
.Reminiscent of the gold-rush days
of the 1880 s, a go'd strike trans
formed Mesquite from a drowsy
little village scarcely larger than a
good-sized ranch to a rough and
ready desert metropolis, which al
ready is making inroads on the pop
ulation of established Sonora towns.
Made First Strike.
Gomez, who made the first rich
“strike” in the canyon which shel
ters Mesquite from the surround
ing desert, says he tends bar in his
spare time now and will prospect
permanently. He lias the distinc
t.on of panning the most gold a day
—s225 —and also has the most elab
orate dwelling in Mesquite—a small
frame house, 12 by 12, constructed
of unpainted pir.c boards.
Mesquite is located almost 80
milts southeast of Nogales on the
Mexico-United States border and op
erates under numerous handicaps.
There is no communication with the
outside world. There is no elec
tricity, only one small well, and
nothing like a road except a few
trails constructed by prospectors
racing toward the strike in anti
quated cars or on mules.
Jesus Maria Valenzuela, owner of
the El Poso ranch which was the
nucleus of Mesquite before the
strike, operates several profitable
enterprises. He has a monopoly on
the water supply and sells the com
modity for a brut three cents a small
can. A 50-ga!:on drum costs 25
cents.
Housewives, because of the scar
city of water, are encroaching on
Valenzuela's business. A brackish
pool of water was uncovered in a
sink hole on the desert and water
•is transported nearly 10 miles.
Holds Water Monopoly.
Valenzuela, oldest resident and
owner of the only adobe house in
Mesquite, says he will not enter into
mining activities. He says he
makes “mucho dmero“ selling wa
ter—and whisky. Valenzuela op
erates the only saloon in town and
recently has installed a new fea
ture —a concrete dance floor.
Civic industries are incomplete,
but citizens are proud of their busi
ness establishments.
The jail, a dugout carved in the
-side of a hill, has had only two pris
oners since Gomez “struck it rich.”
Main reason for lack of prisoners,
Gomez explains, is a dearth of law
•enforcing officers. He said every
one was too busy mining gold to
worry about who should be police
chief.
If the gold supply holds out Mes
quite might become an established
city with a permanent population.
If the strike peters out it probably
will become a ghost town—deserted
except for Jesus Maria Valenzuela,
who philosophically said he had
lived in Mesquite before the gold
rush and that he would continue
slaying there for the rest of his life
—gold or no gold.
Pilot Saves Passenger
In Mock Air Raid Crash
LONDON.—Sergt. Jack Arnold
Bullard w helped his schoolboy pas
senger to escape by parachute be
fore he crashed to his death near
Wittering R. F F. station. North
ants.
The boy, 17-year-old Dennis Na
hum. of Oundle, was one of a party
of six who were taken up in Blen
heim bombers for a mock raid.
Flying jn formation. Bullard lost
contact with his leader in a cloud,
and as *he came out of it the tail
of his machine was sliced off by the
propeller of another plane.
“Don't get scared! Count five and
pull the ripcord,” he shouted as he
pushed his passenger off into space.
The boy's parachute opened and
he landed in a field unconscious, his
face cut. A few moments later the
crippled bomber crashed and Bul
lard was killed.
Caves Will Be Used in
Egypt for Arms Storage
CAIRO, EGYPT.—Caves which
can withstand the most powerful
bombs will be used by the Egyptian
government for the storage of arms
a: d ammunition in time of war.
A railway lire has been built be
tween Maasara, near Cairo, and the
place where the caves are situated.
The line will be used exclusively
for carrying munitions to the caves.
The length of the railway line is
only about four miles, but the caves
extend as far as Suez, a distance of
approximately 60 miles.
Some of the caves are air condi
tioned and supplied with electricity.
Lights of New York
by L. L. STEVENSON
The lobby of the Playhouse was
crowded with those who had come
out during the intermission of the
Grace George play, “Billy Draws
i Horse.” In the throng were two
\ omen, one extremely well dressed
id r*»usiderahly older than her
npui ton. Handicapped somewhat
a heavy pair of white w'ool
»ves, tl e older woman opened her
i \ Ibag and took out a flat tin of
i ettes. On one side of the tin
v i a cigarettes. On the other an
a t tray and a pack of matches.
Hu t turn.si ness due to the gloves
caused an accident wherein cig
arettes, ash tray and matches hit
the floor. The v.ell-dressed woman
got down on her knees and started
salvaging her belongings, her gloves
again a handicap. Others joined her
in retrieving the smokes, the ash
tfcay and the matches. Finally, all
were hack in place and the owner
arose. “I didn’t want to w r aste
them,” she explained. “I don’t
smoke hut they were a present.”
• • •
In the hurrying throng of Grand
Central terminal, a small, wrinkled
and plainly but neatly dressed wom
an, weighted down by two heavy
bags, was being buffeted here and
there. Finally the attention of a
red cap was attracted and he sprang
to her assistance. Having relieved
her of her baggage and learned w’hat
train she was taking, he led her to a
day coacli and stowed away the bags
in the rack. When he came back
up the ramp he looked rather
dazed.
“I didn’t expect nothin’,” he ex
plained to a fellow' worker. “I was
just givin’ her a hand ’cause she’s
oid. But look here, boy, at w'hat
she give me and she said it wasn’t
no mistake neither.”
And the other porter whistled as
he gazed at two big homemade
cookies—and a new five-dollar bill!
• • •
A young traveling man, back from
a long trip, which had kept him on
the road during the holidays,
sneaked into his Bronx apartment
to give his wife and youngster a
surprise. To his surprise, he found
the place dark and deserted.
Switching on the lights, horror swept
him as he saw that the living-room
walls and rug were stained with
what seemed to be blood. As he
about to rush out to give an
alarm, the telephone rang and,
moved by an impulse he couldn’t
understand, he stopped to answer
it. It was his wife who was at her
sister's and had called purely on
the chance that he might be home.
When he had recovered sufficiently,
he investigated and found that na
ture had taken its course with a keg
of wine which, in the fall, he'd put
in a warm closet to ferment.
* • •
On the way uptown, a taxi driver
told me of a fare he’d picked up
an hour or so previously. The fel
low seemed to be sober enough but
insisted that the driver turn into
Central park and drive around an
hour or more. Finally, when the
meter charge caused the hackie to
begin to worry a bit about the sol
vency of his passenger, he made an
inquiry as to what it was all about.
After a few moments of silence, the
passenger replied that he was a writ
er and had got stuck with the end
ing of a story w'hich he had prom
ised to deliver at the end of the
week. In a few words, he outlined,
the plot. The driver shut off the
clock and they went into a huddle,
with the result that the proper
ending was forthcoming. And the
driver wouldn't accept a tip. In
his spare time, he too writes short
stories.
• • •
On Fifth avenue, a gang of men
were working in a manhole and be
cause of their job were more or less
begrimed and were in overalls of
course. Just as an extremely well
dressed and pretty young woman
was pass ng, one of the workers
emeiged from underground. The
young woman stopped ar.d talked
w.m the half-way-in-half-way-out
toiler for several minutes. Then,
with a smile, she went on her way.
And the man-in-the-hole had quite
a time convincing Ivs associates that
the pretty girl was his sister.
• • •
Bustop eavesdropping: *‘Say, if I
had a neck like hers, I’d w’ant two
sets of silver foxes.”
Sneeze Costs $lO3
AMARILLO, TEXAS. Because
. ne sneeze cost A. F. Morris $lO3,
ie s glad he doesn't have hay fever.
Morris was driving his automobile
to work when he felt an urge to
sneeze. When the sneeze was over,
Morris car had climbed a curb and
crashed into a tree. It cost $lO3 to
repair the automob.le.
Finds Wasp Waist
Is Hard on Liver
PHILADELPHIA.—UnIess the
hour-glass figure” comes natur
ally, a woman should not attempt
to acquire it and expect to keep
her health, in the opinion of Dr.
B. B. Vincent Lyon, professor of
medicine at Jefferson Medical
college. Warning that the “wed
ding ringwaist is hard on the
liver," the doctor cautioned
against “stuffing 30-inch waists
into 20-inch corsets and shutting
off proper digestion.”
Household News
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My Family Likes Fish!
“There’s all the health of the sea
in fish,” according to an old saying,
and modern home makers find that
there’s variety and economy for
menus, too.
Fish and sea foods are available
the year ’round in almost limitless
variety. In most markets it’s possi
ble, now’, to purchase (1) fish “in
the round,” just as it comes from
the w’ater, (2) fish that is cleaned,
scaled, and ready to cook, (3) bone
less fish fillets, and (4) fish steaks.
Fish and sea foods may be pur
chased quick-frozen too.
If fish is purchased “in the
round,” that is with skin, bones,
head, and tail included, allow one
pound of fish per serving; if pur
chased cleaned and scaled, allow
one pound for two servings, and if
purchased in the form of fish fillets
or fish steaks, allow one pound for
three servings.
Fish cookery is simple, especially
when you use fish that is cleaned
and scaled, fillets, steaks, or the
quick-frozen products. Remember,
though, that the flavor of most fish
is delicate, and that you need well
seasoned sauces and accompani
ments to serve with it.
You’ll find practical and easy-to
follow recipes for preparing fish and
sea foods in my ibooklet, “Feeding
Father.” There are recipes for the
old-fashioned cod fish balls men
love, for delicious clam chowder,
and for the other fish and sea food
dishes you’ll want to serve your
family often.
Fish in Pepper Shells.
(Serves 6)
6 tablespoons butter
6 tablespoons flour
*2 cup top milk
lt 2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon lemon juice
*2 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
2 cups cold fish (flaked)
6 w’hole green peppers
1 cup bread crumbs
Paprika
Melt 3 tablespoons butter, add
flour and blend; add milk and cook
over low flame,
stirring constant-
J - ly, until thick. Re
( 7) move from flame;
t add salt, lemon
juice and Worces-
HB tershire sauce.
Then add flaked
fish. Place in cleaned green pep
pers. top with bread crumbs, com
bined with remaining butter (melt
ed), and a dash of paprika. Bake in
a moderate oven (350 degrees) ap
proximately 25 minutes. Serve with
tomato sauce.
Fish Fillets in Tomato Cups.
(Serves 6)
6 to 8 tomatoes
1 package Haddock, sole, or
perch fillets
Salt and pepper
*3 cup butter (melted)
cup lemon juice
Va cup parsley (chopped)
Remove a slice from the stem
end of each toinato and scoop out
the pulp, leaving a firm cup. Sprin
kle the inside with salt and pepper.
Cut fillets in lengthwise strips.
Brush each strip with melted but
ter, and sprinkle with salt, pepper,
lemon juice, and parsley. Roll the
strips firmly and place in the toma
to cups. Brush tops wuth melted
butter, sprinkle with parsley, and
place in a greased baking dish. Bake
in a moderate oven (350 degrees)
for 30 to 35 minutes. Baste occa
sionally w’hile baking.
Baked Spiced Whitefish.
1 medium sized whitefish
Salt
*4 cup lemon juice
1 teaspoon parsley (mincedi
2 peppercorns
1 tablespoon tomato catsup
1 bay leaf
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon prepared mustard
3 tablespoons olive oil
Clean fish and sprinkle with salt
inside and out. Place on a well
greased baking pan. Mix all other
ingredients in the order given. Open
fish and brush inside with the mix
ture and then spread about % of it
over the fish. 1 Rake in a hot oven
(400 degrees) approximately 40 min
FISH FILLETS IN TOMATO CL PS
See Recipes Below
utes. Baste during the baking pe
riod with the remainder oX the
spiced mixture.
Oyster Stew.
1 pint oysters
Vi cup butter
1 quart rich milk
Salt and pepper to taste
Place oysters, strained oyster liq
uor, and butter in a saucepan and
cook gently until
jjjjk edges of oysters
begin to curl.
Heat milk in a
separate sauce-
P an the same
f #ißy, time. (Caution:
Milk should be
thoroughly heated—but should not
boil.) Add oysters to milk and sea
son to taste. Serve immediately.
Sauteed Oysters.
(Serves 4)
1 pint oysters (large)
1 cup cracker crumbs
l 4 teaspoon salt
b* teaspoon pepper
Vi cup butter
Drain oysters. Add salt and pep
per to cracker crumbs, blend thor
oughly, and then roll oysters in the
seasoned crumbs, covering thor
oughly. Melt butter in frying pan
and saute oysters until they are
golden brown on one side. Turn
with spatula or pancake turner and
brown on other side. Drain on ab
sorbent paper and serve very hot
with catsup or tartar sauce.
Hot Oven Baked Boneless Perch.
(Serves 4)
4 perch fillets
1 tablespoon salt
1 cup milk
1 cup hard bread crumbs
Vi cup butter (melted)
Dip fish in milk to which salt has
been added. Drain and then roll
fish in hard bread crumbs, covering
thoroughly. Place in a well-oiled
baking pan and brush thoroughly
with melted butter. Bake 10 min
utes in a very hot oven (550 de
grees). Serve at once. It is not
necessary to turn fish while baking.
Crab Meat Sunday Night Supper
Sandwiches.
(Serves 5)
1 13-ounce tin crab meat
5 slices white bread
Vi pound Roquefort cheese
Vi cup cream
1 head lettuce
1 15-ounce can pimento-stuffed
olives
Toast bread on one side only. On
untoasted side, place a generous
covering of crab
meat flaked.
Cover crab meat (
with Roquefort ( .y*
cheese— softened \». 4 j
in cream. Broil r J
lightly until ****
mixture
1
Serve on lettuce
and garnish with stuffed olives.
Send for a Copy of ‘Feeding Father.’
Father likes fish; he likes thick,
hearty, soups, too, and hot breads
and apple pie, and barbecued steak.
You’ll find he likes most of the reci
pes Eleanor Howe gives you in her
booklet, “Feeding Father.”
All you need to do to get your
copy of this practical, every-day
cook book is to send 10 cents in
coin to “Feeding Father,” care of
Eleanor Howe, 919 North Michigan
Avenue, Chicago, Illinois.
“Favorite Foods for Lent” are
budget-stretchers, too. Next week
Eleanor Howe will give you
menus and tested recipes for
some of the simple meatless
meals you’ve wanted. Eggs,
cheese, and fish are first-rate
substitutes for that important
food, meat, and Miss Howe will
give ycu, in this column, some
new' ideas for using them.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.i
To Remove lodine Stains
lodine stains are easily removed
from colored or white clothes if
lo&ked in cold milk for 30 minutes
and rubbed between the fingers.
Then wash in warm suds.
AS YOU WERE
86
By THAYER WALDO
(McClure Syndicate—WNU Service.*
SHE sat slumped down in the
thickly upholstered chair, re
ceiver to her ear. One hand
covered the telephone's mouth
piece and her fingers drummed ir
ritably on the metal.
Before her stood a seamy-faced
man with pendulous jowls, gesticu
lating, his voice a vehement hoarse
whisper:
“Don't be a little fool, Letty: tell
him yes. Then he'll fix everything
for you—salary and stories and
casts.”
Her narrowed eyes gazed at
him for a full second with unspeak
able disgust. Then she took her
hand from the instrument and spoke
flatly:
“Thank you, Mr. Bernstein, but
I’m afraid I really couidn’t manage
it this week-end. So sorry.”
With meticulous care she placed
the earpiece on its hook and stood
up.
The man was speaking again, in
a louder, nagging whine.
“That’s it —throw' away every
chance to get yourself in right with
these big people. How do you think
you’re going to land the things you
want, acting like a smppish old
maid?”
Letty Claire faced him.
Her fists were clenched, her whole
body rigid with a fury siie barely
kept under control.
‘‘Oh, you vile, horrible man!” she
spat. “To think that my own fa- j
ther should stand here and beg me
to indulge in a cheap and tawdry I
affair just to gam more money or
curry someone’s favor!”
Instantly his manner became con
ciliatory.
“Now baby, don't talk like that.
You know daddy’s only trying to
look out for your interests. A clever
girl like you wouldn’t have to do
anything she didn’t want to. It's—”
“Hooey!” The word fairly dripped j
acid scorn.
“You and that brother of mine
are just a couple of drunken, greedy
parasites who’d sell me if you could, 1
body and soul, to the highest bidder.
Oh, don’t imagine I’m only finding
tins out now. I’ve been wanting
for months to yell it at you both.”
He put out one hand in a hesitant
ly soothing gesture.
“I know, little lamb,” he croaked,
“you’ve worked real hard lately
and your nerves are all upset.
What you need’s a nice little vaca
tion; that’s why I thought you’d like
to go on Mr. Bernstein’s yacht.”
Letty Claire’s anger mounted to
crescendo.
“Don’t hand me those sniveling
lies!” she raged. “Sure my nerves
are shot, but work didn’t do it. You
and Bill and the rest of the rotten
Hollywood people who are always
after me w'ould drive a stone statue
crazy. Peace and comfort and
decency are just things I read about
in books.”
In desperation he tried a deeply
wounded pose, mumbling sorrowful
ly:
“So this is your gratitude for all
I’ve done!”
“I wish I’d never been born!”
she wailed, heedless of him. “Or
anyhow, not what I am. I wash—”
her tone became almost tremulous
with longing—“that I’d been born
somewhere out in the country, away
from everything, perhaps on a
farm.”
The rancor had ebbed; dreamy
eyed, she seemed oblivious to all
save some vision her far-away gaze
encountered.
“Yes, that’s it! Just to be quiet
and happy on a little ranch, with
cow r s and chickens for company and
green fields all around you. Oh,
that’s how I was meant to live; why
did it have to be this mess?”
For a moment then she stood si
lent, still looking spacewards.
Old Man Claire watched her in a
furtive way.
Suddenly a buzzer sounded some
where in the bungalow 's rear. The
girl stirred and gianced around.
“Just the doorbell, dearie,” her
father hastily reassured; “Marie 11
take care of it.”
She nodded; a vague conflict was
in her manner. Again the buzz.
Letty frowned; the man suggested:
“Maybe she’s out; I’ll answer it.”
“No! You look like a tramp in
that nasty old bathrobe. I’ll go my
self.” 4
With a sigh she crossed the room
and flung open the front door. .On
the stoop stood a thin young woman
in faded calico dress and cotton
stockings-that bunched over her
shoe tops.
Either hand held a market basket;
one had eggs in it, the other a jum
ble of none-too-fresh-looking vege
tables.
“Good morning, ma’am,” she
started to singsong; “would you like
some nice—”
The words trailed off and her eyes |
went goggly.
“Oh. land sakes!. I mean—gee.,
you’re Letty Claire, ain’tcha?
Go*h!”
In spite of herself. Letty smiled.
“Why, yes, I am. Was there
something you wished?”
Awe and self-consciousness
9eemed to hold the girl speechless
for a few seconds. Finally she
stammered:
“Well, I didn't know—l only want
ed to ask the maid to buy some
stuff, but—golly, I’m sure glad you
came. Only now I s’pose—l mean,
you don’t want to bother with this,
do you?”
Looking at the girl’s flustered
face, Letty felt an impulse of kind
liness.
I think so,” she answered, “but
tell me—how did yv>u happen to be
selling it?”
“Oh, me and the old man has a
ranch out by San Berdoo. We raises
truck and chickens, but you
can t get nothin’ for nothin’ tor ’em
at the markets these days. Peil
- em around, though, we man
ages to clear bout four bits a day—
to eat two meals on . . .
My, Miss Ca re, you look even
purtier than in ’he pitchers!”
A sensation of rude disillusion
ment possessed the star. She mur
mured some stereotyped replv, add
ing:
“Just a minute —111 get my
purse.”
Go.ng towards the bedroom, she
thought in an abstracted fashion of
a number of things: Happiness m
the country . . . the way I was
meant to live . . . fifty doorbells
for fifty cents a day .
She found a five dollar bill and
returned.
“Here, she said, tendering it;
“I 11 take all you have.”
“Gosh, that's swell of you. But
I 11 have to go fetch change from
pappy.”
“Please don’t,” Letty sa:d. “I'd
like you to keep that for showing
me—that is. for being so sweet in
what you said about me.”
Stuttering embarrassed thanks,
the girl relinquished her goods and
departed. Letty took the baskets
and walked slowly to the kitchen
with them. There, she stood a brief
while fingering the limp and dingy
produce. At last she laughed, just
once, and abruptly turned away.
From a cupboard over the sink she
took a half-empty bottle of port wine
and poured herself a tumblerful.
When the glass held no more,
Letty Claire left the kitchen and
went again to the front room. No
one else was there now. Dropping
into the chair beside the phone, she
nicked it up and dialed. Response
ume quickiy. and in a voice al
most mockingly saccharine, Letty
cooedi
“Hello, Benny-boy, is that perfect
ly ducky invitation for the week-end
by any chance still open?”
Detroit Woman Relates
Uncle Tom’s Real Story
For the first time since the real
“Uncle Tom” of Harriet Beecher
Stowe’s classic traveled the mys
terious “underground railroad” to
safety in Canada, the story has
been told here of what happened to
him en route.
It is told by a little, white-haired
woman w r ho prefers to remain anon
ymous, but w'hose grandfather of
fered the old Negro slave refuge in
his flight, says the Detroit News.
‘Uncle Tom’s real name was
Josiah Henson,” she relates. “That
is known, but I don’t believe many
know that Uncle Tom spent 10 days
in grandfather’s barn in Cambridge,
Mass. My grandfather was Charles
Morse, the brother of Samuel F. B.
Morse, the inventor of the telegraph.
“Grandfather was not a regular
‘station’ on the underground rail
road, but he was sympathetic re
garding the escape of slaves from
their owners. Officers were so
close on Uncle Tom’s trail when he
reached Boston that he couldn’t be
taken to the regular station, so
grandfather hid him in our barn.
I believe it is still standing. I sold
the property only about four years
ago.
“Uncle Tom stayed in the hay
mow all day, and each night grand
father brought him into the house
to eat and wash up. He talked a
lot about his plantation home, and
spoke often of Little Eva’ whose
real name was ‘Missie Mary.’ He
stayed in our barn 10 days, and
then went on to Dresden, Ont.,
where he became a minister and
where he is now buried.
“That must have been around
1848 or 1849.
“In February. 1881. grandfather
received a picture of Uncle Tom
by mail. Across the top was writ
ten, ‘Rev. Jcsiah H« nson from life,*
and presented by ‘Uncle Tom,’ Feb
ruary, 1861 ”
That picture is or.e of three which
now fcecorr.is a part of the rare
book collection at the Library of
Congress through the interest of V.
Valta Parma, the director, who un
earthed the story.
There is also a picture of Charles'
Morse and his heme.
When the donor of these pictures;
was a little girl her family visited
in ti e home of Mrs. Stowe w’ith
whom t °y had kept up a friend
ship thro., 'h their common interest
in Henson s story.
Texas’ Big Thicket
The Big Thicket in Texas is lo
cated n the eastern part of Polk
county in youtheestern Texas. There
is a small town called Thicket ad
joining this area in the northwest
of the neighboring county of Har
din. The area in question is dense
ly wooded with pine, ©ak, ash, elm
and other hardwood species. The
added presence of vines makes
it a jungle. The area was originally
set aside in 1800 by Sam Houston
as a reservation for the Alibamus
and Coushatlis. two southeastern
tribes which emigrated to Texas
after their forcible removal from
Alabama and Mississippi. The Bis
Thicket is the only Indian reserva
tion in Texas. , 4