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SERVE THESE LIVER CROQUETTES WITH POTATO BALLS
AND TOMATO SAUCE
See Recipes Below
For Patriotic Parties
February, with its two famous
rthdavs, is a grand month for a
.driotic party—with novel decora
•ons and unusual foods, to help
•lake it a success.
Lincoln, the biographers tell us,
ad a keen “sweet tooth.'’ Children
. ould always be
-•ire he’d have a
. ag of bonbons m
is pocket when
e dropped in to
\ isit. Fruit pies
u ere favorites
%ith him, too, so
\oil'll he histori
ally correct to
feature a fruit pie
w hen you plan
\our Lincoln's birthday menu.
“Chocolate Fence Ra'ils” are a
mvel sweet that will pay double
nbute to Lincolns rail splitting
r.ime and his “sweet tooth.” Use
three of the fence rails tied in a
i undle with a hit of red, white, and
blue ribbon, for individual table ta
\».rs at your party.
Everyone knows the significance
*f cherry pie at a Washington’s
birthday party, of course, but few
people know’ that cherry pie a ia
mode has a double historical moan*
•ig! George Washington has been
credited, by Some historians, with
being the inventor of the first ice
cream freezer.
You'll find suggestions for almost
any kind of party you can name,
in my booklet “Easy Entertaining.”
There are ideas for unusual menus,
hints on party short-cuts, too, and a
store of practical, tested recipes.
With Valentine’s day and Easter,
ahead, and birthdays in the offing,
you’ll want to add this useful, in
expensive booklet to your kitchen
library.
Lincoln's Birthday Menu.
Salad Sandwich Rolls
Potato chips Olive*
Apricot Pie
Magic Chocolate Logs
Coffee
* * *
Menu for a Washington’s Birthday
Party.
Individual Sandwich Loaves
Potato chips Sweet pickles
Cherry Tarts with vanilla ice cream
Reception Cocoa
Salad Roll Sandwich.
Slit long, plump, soft rolls dow’n
the center, not quite through. Scoop
r ,
f
the sides of the sandwich together
again;!) Serve on a lettuce !eai. and
garnish with olives.
Magic C hocolate Logs.
I square unsweetened chocolate
2 :i cup sweetened condensed
milk
U teaspoon vanilla
1 1 « cup sifted confectioners’ (4x)
sugar
’i ?up coconut (toasted)
Melt chocolate in top of double
boiler. Add sweetened condensed
milk and stir over rapidly boiling
water five minutes or until mixture
thickens. Remove from heat. Add
vanilla and confectioners’ sugar
gradually and blend thoroughly.
Shape into rolls, two inches long.
Roll in toasted coconut. Allow to
stand in cold place several hours or
until firm. Makes about two dozen.
Apricot Pie.
I I a tablespoons qutcic-cooking
tapioca
'a cup sugar
*4 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon butter (melted)
2 cups cooked dried apricots
(drained!
*1 cup canned crushed pine
apple (drained)
1 cup apneot juice
1 recipe pie crust
Combine qu»ck-cooking tapioca,
sugar, salt. bu|ter. fruit, and fruit
juices; let stand 15 minutes, or wfclftd
v
jf ' \.
out a little of the
inside. Brush
with melted but
ter. and heat.
Stuff with any de
sired salad sund
wi c h spread,
t D* n't trv to push
pastry is being made. Line 9-inch
pie plate with about J 2 of pastry,
rolled «h inch thick, allowing pastry
to extend 1 inch beyond edge. Fold
edge back to form standing rim.
Fill with apricot mixture. Moisten
edge of pie with cold w r ater and
arrange layout of pastry stars
across top. Flute rim with Angers.
Bake in hot oven (425 degrees) 10
minutes; then decrease heat to mod
erate (350 degrees) and bake 35
minutes longer. Cool. Serve with
or without whipped cream. For a
gala dessert, top with a scoop of
vanilla ice cream.
Potato Chips.
4 medium sized potatoes
2 or 3 pounds fat
Salt
Pare and cut potatoes into very
thin slices. Allow sliced potatoes to
stand in ice water until firm (about
1 hour). Heat fat to 375 degrees.
Blot potatoes dry with a clean towel
and place potato slices in French
fry basket. Immerse basket in hot
tat by handle. Keep potatoes mov
ing constantly so that the slices do
not stick together. Remove basket
and drain potatoes on brown paper.
Sprinkle with salt. Temperature: 375
degrees; Time: 2 minutes or to de
sired brownness.
Individual Sandwich Loaves.
Cut 2*--inch rounds from thinly
sliced white bread, allowing 4
rounds for each
sandwich. Brush
one side of eacli
round of bread
with soft butter.
Leave 1 round
of buttered bread
plain to be used for the top layer.
Spread each of the remaining rounds
with a different sandwich filling,
varying both the flavor and the col
or. These two combinations are
good.
1. Watercress or shredded lettuce
Ground ham. sweet pickle, and
mayonnaise
Deviled egg sandwich spread
2. Olive-nut filling
Minced pimento mixed with
softened butter
Sardine sandwnch spread
“Frost” the top and sides of each
sandwich with cream cheese, mois
tened to spreading consistency with
a little salad dressing. On top. ar
range a sprig of watercress and a
slice of stuffed olive, to resemble a
flower. Serve on lettuce leaf with
small, sweet pickles.
Cherry Tarts.
3 cups red pitted cherries (with
juice)
n i cup sugar
2 tablespoons flour
2 tablespoons cornstarch
teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon butter
Drain juice from cherries and
heat to boiling point. Mix sugar,
flour, cornstarch, and salt, and add
to tiie cherry juice. Cook until
thickened, stirring constantly. Cool
slightly and add lemon juice, but
ter and cherries. Pour into baked
pastry tart shells. Serve with
whipped cream.
Send for Copy of ‘Easy
Entertaining.*
“Entertain often, plan w r ith
care, and have the best time of
anyone ’ there.” says Eleanoi
Howe, in her clever booklet.
“Easy Entertaining.” ! i it Miss
Howe gives you some clever hints
for the modern hostess. She gives
you menus, too. for almost every
kind of party, and with them, her
own favorite tested recipes for
party foods-. To get your copy of
this booklet now. send 10 cents
in coin to “Easy Entertaining,”
care of Eleanor Howe. 919 North
Michigan Ave., Chicago, Illinois.
i»f*3 h(\ .Wfjlern
To Revive House Plant
When a house plant, especially a
fern, is dying, pour a tablespoon of
castor oil around the ro »*s. This
wdt make **»e plant gt ?en end Lean
in a -short time.
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Moonshiners Are
Forced to Adopt
Chain Operation
Illicit Distillers Are Hard
Pressed for Cash in
Mountains.
ATLANTA. —Pappy, the bewhis
kered mountain moonshiner of the
cartoons whose feud guns are rusiy
and his cash scarce, has resorted
to ‘‘chain*’ operation of whisky stills
in an effort to make money on a
losing proposition.
The southeastern division of the
internal revenue alcohol tax unit—
“revenooers” to Pappv—disclosed
that the traditional mountain dis
tillers are hard pressed for profit
because of legal liquor and strin
gent enforcement.
Some of the illicit w’hisky makers
have gone into “chain” operation
because of inability to finance their
ramshackle plants alone. In cases
of “co-operative effort” one of the
more affluent men in the commu
nity will advance money for grain
and sugar needed in whisky manu
facture. Then he gets a cut of the
profits when the liquor has been sent
to the city and sold. Recent federal
raids have uncovered “chains” of
as many as 10 stills.
The days of the private moon
shiner who made a few gallons of
native corn or rye and carefully
aged it for his own consumption
and occasional sale are over, ac
cording to W. H. Hearington, dis
trict supervisor of the alcohol unit.
‘The Stuff Is Awful.’
“Frankly, the stuff that is dis
tilled in the mountains today is aw
ful,” Hearington said. “Many of
the moonshiners won’t drink their
own product.
“Most of the stuff is sold imme
diately after it is distilled because
our agents are crowding the still
operators too close to permit aging.
The ’shine is dumped on the market
almost before it is cold. And that
means the quality is virtually unfit
for human consumption.”
The purity of the native liquor
which retails for about $2 a gallon
is usually doubtful, Hearington said.
The water used in mountain whisky
comes from comparatively pure
streams, but in the “low country”
of the South the moonshiners often
use polluted swamp or pond water.
The chain system of still opera
tion is not widespread, but agents
in the district of! South Carolina,
Alabama, Georgia and Florida have
uncovered recent instances of co
operative manufacturings—w r ith all
hands denying ownership of the
stills to avoid heavier federal prose
cution.
Helps Enforcement.
Federal enforcement is helped
materially by reports of unusually
large sugar sales. Grocers are re
quired by law to report the sale of
more than 100 pounds. According
to the federal men, 100 pounds of
sugar go into 100 gallons of mash,
which in turn will yield about 10
gallons of whisky.
The distilling equipment in most
cases is inadequate. Condensers for
the alcohol vapor usually are made
from scrapped metal coils, and even
discarded automobile radiators.
Most of the illicit whisky finds its
market in city slums and lower
class areas. Hearington said, where
people “will drink anything.”
The “drink-anything” type of
tippler has perplexed federal agents
in the South, particularly in South
Carolina recently, by purchasing de
natured alcohol-*the rubbing type—
for drinking purposes. Denatured
alcohol taken internally causes seri
ous gastric consequences, but the
sales continue. Denatured alcohol
imbibers usually temper the unpal
atable liquid with soft drinks or
water.
Just Homesick for ‘Pen/
Horse Thief, 80, Asserts
LANCASTER, PA—Eighty-year
old Joe Buzzard stood up in court
recently and insisted that he had
committed his latest horse theft just
because he was homesick for East
ern penitentiary.
Buzzard, whose 34 years in jail
have included numerous sentences
for horse stealing, told the court
when he was arja.gr.ed for stealing
a horse a ,d buggy early this month,
that he was “homesick for the old
pen.”
“Give me twenty years or life,
it’s immaterial to me.” he told
Judge Oliver S. Schaeffer.
“I believe you stole that horse
just to get back,” the court re
marked.
“Positively, your honor,” Buzzard
replied.
In addition to a 550 fine, he will
have from one and one-half to three
years to get over his homesickness
at Eastern penitentiary.
Cow Swallows Cask, Then
Trouble Really Started
ROME.—There is one farmer in
Italy wiio has learned to hate cows.
The farmer, Damefo Alghessello,
recently hung up in a stall next to
the cow a vest containing his wallet
with 4.000 lire (over $200) in the
pocket. The cow seized the vest
and ate it.
In the hope of recovering his
money Dameio killed the cow and
examined its stomach, but did not
find the chewed money. So he sold
the meat at less than cost.
Now the loeat authorities have
fined Dantelo for killing a cow with
out a license for butcher mg.
"Little Stories M)E
&r Bedtime^®if
trO ThornfonW
<y Burgess
OLD GRANNY FOX INVESTI
GATFS
T N-VES-TI-G ATES is a great big
* word, but its meaning is very
simple. To in ves-ti-gate is to look
into and try to learn all about. That
is what old Granny Fox started to
do after Reddy had told her about
the terrible fright he had had at the
hill where Prickly Porky lives. Red
dy had told her as well as he could
about the strange creature without
head, tail or legs that had rolled
down the hill at him. Granny had
sniffed and said that she didn't be
lieve there was such a creature or
she would have seen or heard of it
before. She believed that someone
“I'd like to see it. Maybe I’d be
lieve it then!” snapped Granny Fox.
had played a trick on Reddy and
she meant to find out about it.
Now, old Granny Fox is very sly
and smart and clever, as you all
know. Compared with her Reddy
Fox is almost stupid. He may be
as sly and smart and clever some
day, but he has got a lot to learn
before then. Now, if it had been
Reddy who was going to in-ves-ti
gate he would have gone straight
over" to Prickly Porky’s hill and
looked around and asked sly ques
tions, and everybody whom he met
would have known that he was try
ing to find out something. But old
Granny Fox did nothing of the kind.
Oh, my, no! She went about hunting
her dinner just as usual, and didn’t
appear to be paying the least at
tention to what was going on about
her. With her nose to the ground
she ran this way and ran that way,
as if hunting for a trail. She peered
into old hollow logs and looked un
der little brush piles, and so, in
course of time, she came to the hill
where Prickly Porky lives.
Now Reddy had told Granny Fox
Gets Hit Trying to
Rescue Trapped Cat
NEW YORK. A black cat
trapped and bewildered in a ve
hicular tunnel here excited the
pity of Fred Gerking, 73. As he
was rescuing the cat he was
struck by an automobile and re
ceived a serious fracture of the
shoulder. When Gerking was
knocked down the cat jumped
from his arms and escaped.
In-Laws Ejected
From Hubby’s Bed
Worm Turns When His Cot
Is Sent to Basement.
CHICAGO.—John Kubu, a ma
chinist, who married after he was
persuaded that he needed a “fem
ini/ie touch about the house" only
to find his bride s family took all
available bedrooms while he was
relegated to the kitchen, then the
basement, won a court order en
titling him ‘ to a bedroom in his own
home."
Judge Joseph Sabath issued the
order, pending a hearing at which
he indicated he would grant the hus
band’s plea for a divorce.
Calling the bride, Mrs. Frances
Kubu, a “gold-digger," Judge Sa
bath declared:
“You don't have to steal every
thing your husband has."
According to testimony, Kubu, 61,
wed last November, after being per
suaded by his bride, portly and 41,
that he needed a feminine touch
about the house.
“Mrs. Kubu told him she was a
widow," Kubu's attorney declared.
‘ Only later did he learn that she
was three times a widow.
“She promised to cook and care
for him and be a loving wife. In
stead, she made Kubu give her his
weekly SSO pay check, returning
only $5 for his use.
Mrs. Kubu insisted that her
daughters. He!eu, 22. and Adeline.
19, live with them. Each took one
of the three bedrooms, forcing Kubu
to sleep on a cot in the kitchen.
The Kubus have been estranged
since February 1, but the final blow
came when the w'omen started to
move his cot into ‘die basement.
that the terrible creature that had
so frightened him had rolled down
the hill at him, for he was at the
bottom. Granny had heard that the
same thing had happened to Peter
Rabbit and to Unc’ Billy Possum.
So, instead of * coming to the hill
along the hollow at the bottom site
came to it from the other way. “If
there is anything there I’ll be behind
it instead of in front of it," she
thought shrewdly.
As she drew’ near where Prickly
Porky lives she kept eyes and ears
wide open, while all the time pre
tending to pay attention to nothing
but the hunt for her dinner. No
one w’ould ever have guessed that
she was thinking of anything else.
She ran this way and that way all
over the hill, but nothing out of the
usual did she see or hear excepting
one thing: she did find some queer
marks down the hill, as if some
thing might have rolled there. She
followed these down to the bottom,
but there they disappeared.
As she w r as trotting home along
the Lone Little Path through the
Green Forest, she met Unc’ Billy
Possum. No, she didn’t exactly meet
him, because he saw her before she
saw him, and he promptly climbed
a tree.
“Ah suppose you’all heard of the
terrible creature that scared Reddy
almost out of his wits early this
mo’ning," said Unc’ Billy.
Granny stopped and looked up.
“It doesn’t take much to scare
the young and innocent, Mr. Pos
sum,’’ she replied. “I don’t be
lieve all I hear. I’ve been hunting
all over the hill where Prickly Porky
lives, and I couldn’t find so much as
a woodmouse for dinner. Do you
believe such a foolish tale, Mr. Pos
sum?”
“Yes, Mrs. Fox. Ah confess Ah
done have to believe it," he replied.
“Yo’ see, Ah done see that thing
mah owti self, and Ah just naturally
has to believe mah own eyes."
“Huh! I’d like to see it!" snapped
Granny Fox.
“The only time to see it is just
at sun-up," replied Unc’ Billy. “Any
body that comes along through that
hollow’ at the foot of Br’er Porky’s
hill at sun-up is likely never to for
get it. Ah wouldn’t do it again. No,
sah; once is enough for yo’ Unc’
Billy."
“Huh!" snorted Granny and trot
ted on.
Unc’ Billy watched her out of sight.
“As sho’ as Br’er Sun gets up to
morrow mo’ning ol’ Granny Fox will
be there," he chuckled. “Ah must
get w’ord to Br’er Porky and Br’ei
Skunk and Br’er Rabbit.
© T. W. Burgess.—WNU Servjce.
Gasoline-Auto Ratio
About 60,000,000 gallons of gaso
line are consumed daily in the Unit
ed States, according to department
of commerce estimates. This is
equal to approximately two gallons
for each car and truck on the road.
Denmark's Buried Church
One of the sights for tourists in
Denmark is an old church in the
sand dunes, south of Skagen. Buried
by • sand storm in the Eighteenth
century, today only its tower is vis
ible.
Ventriloquist Minister
The Rev. G. E. Bonney of Ran
dolph Centre, Vt., a ventriloquist,
uses a dummy, “Jerry," to illus
trate stories of the Bible and to drive
home moral lessons, says the Amer
ican Magazine.
~ *
Late Indian Claims
As late as 1911 the Tusearora In
dians of New York state laid claim
to a vast expanse of farm land in
North Carolina, which they had oc
cupied before going north to join the
Five Nations in 1766
Tree Ring Formations.
The concentnf- rings on a tree
trunk owe their existence to cer
tain structural differences between
the wood formed in the spring and
in the late summer.
College Graduate- Stmt?
The first president of* Johns Hop
kins university. Daniel Coit Gilman,
is usually regarded as the founder
of college graduate work in this
country.
Flea Laboratory Opened
The University of California has
opened a flea laboratory. Sylvatic
plague can be given to humans by
fleas—hence the laboratory.
Cattle to Caves
Both Carlsbad caverns in New
Mexico, and Wind cave. S. D. t were
found by men who were searching
for cattle.
Neighbors Important
The buying public has become
more neighborhood conscious and is
less interested in the speculative
purchase of lots.
Five Per Cent for Health
average American pays about
5 per cent ot moor a* each year
foi medicai services
Patient Paul
Bv BARBARA A. BENEDICT
(Associated Newspapers—WNU Service.!
DAUL SOTHERN, Alberta thought,
* was nice. Too nice. Too good to
be true. He didn't seem real. It
worried her. Two nights ago he had
proposed and she had stalled him
off for no better reason than be
cause she thought lie was too nice.
She had promised to give him her
answer on the coming week-end.
They were to be members of a
crowd that were gorng up to Ned
Fenway's plat e on Winnepesaukee.
Somehow she'd have to put Paul
to the test. Make sure about him.
There were eight ir. the crowd be
sides Paul and Alberta, and they
landed at Ned’s place late Friday
night. It was perfect weather for
winter sporting, and the next day
•‘very one got up early and put on
skis and went out on the slope of
Red Hill. Naturally, Paul and Al
berta paired off together. No one
thought it stranee when, side by
side, they swooped off the beaten
trail and disappeared along a cart
path that wound through a grove of
evergreens.
Dov.u in the evergreens they
stopped in a clearing which widened
at its farther end and became a
gently undulating slope.
“It’s pretty steep," Alberta said.
“Think we can make it?"
“Make it? Shucks, yes!" Paul
looked at her suddenly and swung
iiis skis around so that he stood
close. “But before we start, there's
something we’ve got to settle, dar
ling. And right now is an excellent
time—”
Alberta suddenly uttered a little
cry of dismay and looked down at
her skis. “Oh, look! The harness
on my left ski is broken! It’s prac
tically off."
Paul got down on one knee and
examined the harness. “You’ve lost
a strap." he announced. “Must
have been worn and came off while
we w’ere making that last run."
The missing strap had practically
rendered the harness useless. Paul
took off his mittens and did what he
could with the rope. Watching him,
Alberta thought how nice he w f as.
Presently her thoughts were in
terrupted by an angry exclamation
from patient Paul. His finger had
and jammed against the cold
iron of the harness uprights.
Alberta looked alarmed and con
cerned, but Paul only grinned and
said it w’as nothing serious, and
fell to again. After a moment,
while trying to pull the rope tight,
the same thing happened, and he
swore, under his breath, to be sure,
but. nevertheless, a curse. Thi3
time ho didn’t apologize, but kept
his head down and continued to fum
ble w ith the harness. Alberta could
sense his effort to control his anger.
For a moment or two Paul worked
in silence, and then abruptly with
out warning, he swore again, this
time making no pretext to prevent
her from hearing. He not only
swore, but gave the rope’s end sueh .
a jerk that Alberta lost her balance •
and sat down suddenly. Paul looked :
at her. His face was flushed and:
a fierce light burned in his eyes.
“Why, Paul Sothern!" said Al
berta aghast.
Slow ly the expression in Paul’s.
eyes gave way to remorse. “Good
heavens." he said. “I’m sorry. I.
didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry,
really I am."
“So!" said Alberta. . “You can’t
keep your temper? Over a little
thing like that! I knew it. I knew
you were too good to be true."
Paul regards her unhappily. "I
suppose this means you won’t mar
ry me?" He sat down in the snow,
looking miserable. “Well, I don't
suppose I con blame you. A girl
would be taking a chance to marry
a guy like me. Ido have a temper,
which, sometimes I can’t seem % to
control. That’s why—l mean, I try
to be nice otherwise."
“That’s what I thought." said Al
berta. “That’s what I wanted to
make sure about."
“What do you mean, ‘that’s what
l thought’?’’
“Well, 1 mean. I thought you must
>et upset sometimes. You were try
ing to keep it from me."
“Yes.” said Paul dismally; “1
was. This is what I get for it.”
He sighed. “Well, let’s get started
back.”
“We can’t." said Alberta. “My
ski harness isn't fixed. Besides you
were going to ask me a question.”'
“I was only going to ask you,”
said Paul, "to give me vour answer
about marrying me."
“And I was going to say no,”
said Alberta, “until I saw that you
could gel mad."
Paul stuud. “Now wait a min
ute. Please explain that!”'
“Well," said Alberta. “I though!
you .were awfully nice. Too nice.
It occuned to me that it wouM be
dreadfu: living with a man all the
rest of my life who didn’t have
gimp er.eugh to get mad and dtreer
once in a w hile. That’s why I took
the strap off mv ski and kept-it in.
my pocket—to see if you w'ould
mad whhf trying to fix the harness.
It was a good test, I thought, it
being so cold and all. If you hadn’t
got mad, I would have said ‘ne*
to youi question."
Paul’s eyes bulged. 4 Well, heh’a
bells!" he said. “I’ll be d—"
“Just a minute." said Alberta,
her eyes twinkling. “Enough is
quite enough, thank you."
“You’re welcome," said Paul, and
kik&ed her.