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Patty was a sweet thing
until I got het in my
clutches with too much
tea and coffee. She devel-
oped caffeine -nerves. Her
eyes fairly flashed fare all
the time. Then some
meddler told her what
was the matter and per-
suaded her to try Posture
and I lost out."
. •
Headaches, nervousness and sleep-
lessness are the warning signals of
caffeine nerves, caused by drinking
too much tea and coffee. Delicious
and particularly economical.
Instant Possum is entirely free
from caffeine. Made instantly in
the cup, there is no fuss, no bother.
Ask your grocer for Postum.
POSTU
Pt32
Britain Finds Use
For Old Balloons -
The straw in the thousands of
palliasses on which the British
Army sleeps is now regularly
turned into paper as fresh straw
takes its place. In the old days,
the straw would just be burned.
Today, it is laid out to air thor-
oughly, then packed up in bales
and sent off to the paper mills.
Jute from tattered sand. bags
goes on from the Army salvage
depots to the paper makers, too.
There is not much that the de-
pots do not collect. Every week
one of them alone handles 500.
tons of iron, steel, aluminum and
tin. It sorts out empty bottles
and sends them back to the
brewers, the distillers and the
wine merchants, Thousands of
old batteries are returned to the
makers that the carbon may be
reclaimed.
Old barrage balloons become
strips of rubber sheeting made
into watertight covers for tanks
shipped overseas. Cotton reels
sent in by the Women's Volun-
tary Services and the Girl Guides
are used by the Royal Engineers
Fier eable rests in laying tempor-
ary telephone and telegraph lines.
More than 15,000 of them have
conte along
Last year, this one depot col-
lected 859 tons of army paper
for salvage and sold it at £5 u
ton; in all, the Army got £100,000
for its salvage in •a year and.
passed the money on to war
funds.
Says U. S. Expects
Japanese Air Raid
War Secretary Henry Stinson
said recently the War Depart-
ment considered a Japanese air
raid on the United States to be
inevitable as a return blow for
the attack on Tokyo and other
Japanese cities.
The Secretary told his press
conference the Army is doing
everything possible to meet the
expected attack, which he indi-
cated was anticipated on the
west coast.
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• BY NORMAN KAHL
CHAPTER ONE
• It is two o'clock in the morn-
ing, and Angus MaePhillips is
sitting in.I•Iex•ble's Curbside Cafe,
and dissecting a slab of liver
while Adoreen is swabbing the
counter with a sopping rag, when
this pasty -faced slicker with the
green, store-bought suit comes'in.
Angus looks up, and when he
sees the slicker's musta(;lle, he
grunts through a mouthful of.
fried onions. The slicker takes
one look at Adoreen and his eyes
go kind of pop -eyed and be stag-
gers over to the counter. As any
one can tell you, Adoreen is just
about the trimmest little mouse,,
en either side of the Mississippi.
She comes only about so high
and her brown eyes are always
dancing 'around as if whatever
she's doing is just about the nicest
thing in the world to be doing.
tier black hair starts out straight
at the top of her head, but it be-
gins curling just over her ears
and from there on you lose track
of it. Which is not all you lose
track of when you get waited on.
by Adoreen.
Well, this slick individual just
eases himself into a stool while
Adoreen tosses some silver and a
napkin in front of him, and Angus
is getting very red and starts to
cut his mashed potatoes as if they
are one of Herbie's tough steaks,
"It is quite apparent," says the
slicker, in a greasy voice, "that I
have lost my way. 1 had no idea
I was this close to Hollywood,
Miss Lamest."
Adoreen just hands this guy a
menu and stays poker -face. "You
are not close to Hollywood, sir,"
she says. "You are getting close
to Caleb—just 80 miles down this
road—and my name isn't Lamarr,
it's Mickletwidge—Adoreen Mic-
kletwidge."
The stranger can't take his eyes
off her, which is a trouble lots of
people who come into Herbie's
Curbside Cafe seem to get. "Mic-
kletwidge," he says, like he is
praying it. "Adoreen Mickle-
twidge . . what a delightful
name. But tell rue, Miss—er—
Adoreen, if this isn't Hollywood,
what are you doing so far away?"
"The pigs knuckles are on spe-
cial today," Adoreen says.
"Or why aren't you in New
York where they are crying for
beauty like yours?"
"Would you like some clam
chowder first?"
"That face ... your eyes .. .
your—er—that is, the rest of you
—wasted in a roadside inn; your
talent buried under pigs knuckles
and clam chowder."
* *
By this time Angus loses all in-
terest in his liver. The back of
his neck is beginning to look like
a furnace. That is no kind of
radical talk to be handing an im-
pressionable girl like Adoreen —
not after the fights they'd been
having lately about her wanting
to run off to New York and get a
job as a model or an actress or
something like that. ,
Angus is debating whether he
should poke this agitator in the
nose and heave him gently out the
door. But that world not be po-
lite especially before Adoreen has
taken his order. Angus finally
grabs his cup of coffee and walks
around to the kitchen dcor. Millie
Sehweitz, Adoreen's partner, is
mixing up a mess of soup and
Angus slides into a chair in the
corner.
"Hello, Angus," says Millie
cheerfully, "What's up?"
"Millie," says Angus slowly,
"you been talking to Addie like
I told you? You .know — about
New York and all that stuff?"
Millie squints at Angus. "So
that's it. You two been fighting
again?"
"Naw, honest, Millie. Not yet.
But I can feel one coming on.
There's a inug in there telling Ad-
die she oughta be in pictures or
New York or somewhere. And
he's got a mustache."
Millie is a generous portion of
woman, about 35, with blond hair
that looks as if it is going through
a partial eclipse. "Look here
now, Angus," she says. "You
leave her alone. I've been talking
to her. She ain't gonna run off
anywhere without you. I told
her how I went to Hollywood 15
years ago and how I tried to get
in pictures but instead I became
the best hash -slinger on Sunset
Boulevard. You leave her to me
and don't go gettin' her all riled
up again."
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Angus leans back in his chair
and looks a little happier. "Okay,
Millie. It's just that 1 get wor-
ried sometimes."
Adoreen comes skinnning into
the kitchen, and she's got a glow
in her face that doesn't go with
roast beef on the plate lunch at
Herbie's special prices. "Some
pork chops, Millie," she says.
"Make 'ern kinda extra—you know
what I mean." '.Chen, she sees
Angus. ""Oh, I didn't see you in
here. "
Angus gets up and looks hurt.
And when Angus starts to look
hurt there is an awful lot of him
that goes into the gesture. He is
at ]east six -feet -three, and every
one of his 240 pounds is packed
on tight to his body where it does
the most good. His hair looks a
little like hay in season and there
is always a shock of it stiekin
out from under his cap in front.
"Addie, didn't you even notice
I cause in here? Look, Addie, 1
wanta talk to you.
"Not now, Angus. Can't you
see I'm busy? And don't call me
Addie."
"All right, Adoreen. But I got-
ta go soon. I got to get that truck
into Caleb. It's all full of butter
and I don't want it to get soft."
Adoreen grabs a bowl of chow-
der and slides out of the kitchen.
Angus scratches his head slowly,
starting on his forehead and go
ing back to his neck, like he is
plowing a field of alfalfa.
"See what I mean, Millie. It's
gettin' worse. She ain't never been
like that before. If that guy gives
her any more ideas, I'm gonna go
out there and—"
Billie slaps a pork chop on the
griddle and turns around to glare
at Angus. "You ain't gonna do a
thing, Angus. Understand? You're
gonna stay right here until he's
gone. You , ain't gonna go mop -
pin' up this joint with any travel -
in' salesmen."
"All right, all right I just wish
he wouldn't talk like that. Millie,
you couldn't burn those pork
chops a little, could you'?"
Millie is flinging potato sticks
into the french fryer, and she
grabs one and pitches it at Angus'
head.
e * x
It is 20 minutes tater before
Angus finally hears the door
slam outside and he peeks into
the other room and sees Adoreen
cleaning off the counter. He goes
back to his stool and he is hungry
again so he orders a piece of pie
and gets another cup of coffee.
He is already half an hour behind
schedule but he bas to get a few
things straightened out before he
takes his load of butter in to
Caleb.
Adoreen is still looking like she
has a part interest in a cloud.
"Did you hear what that nice
gentleman told ue, Allgus? He
said. I wouldn't have . any trouble
at ala—not a bit,"
"No trouble eros"' what, Ad-
die?"
"Why getting a job in New
York, of course. Modeling, or
maybe even getting into a show,"
Angus puts his fork down and
scratches his head. "Now, Addie,
you don't want to listen to that
kind of talk. You don't want to
pay no attention to it, That
cookie wasn't no gentleman, any-
way—and he had a mustache."
"Angus, quit talking like that,'"
Adoreen flashes. "I was just tell-
ing you what he said and you have
to take it all wrong. T won't ever
see him again, but I'm glad he
stopped. He appreciated my tal-
ent—even if you don't."
"What tal—? Oh, all right,
Addie. Let's forget it," Angus
is playing around with the mer-
ingue on top of his pie. It keeps
slipping off, and he is trying to
put it back on top of the lemon
filling.
"And another thing," she is
saying, "he is the kind of man
who would call me Adoreen, which
happens to be my name."
Angus is fishing around nerv-
ously in , his pocket for some
change to settle up. "I been
thinking, Adclie—I mean, Ador-
een. You and me . , . well, we
been kinda — we — Aw shucks,
.Addie. Let's stop this • fighting.
Let's get married."
What he has just said scare.
even Angus, and there is a long
period of very loud silence before
he collects enough courage to go
on. "We been going together for
a year, Addie, and we love each
other . . . at least I love you,
Addie . . . and I make good
money—$125 a month—and Mr.
Wittenbaum says maybe he'll
raise my wages in a couple
months. We could get a house
in Caleb and—"
Adoreen has cooled down and
she reaches out and grabs Angus'
hand. "Angus, I like you, but I'm
not sure. You see . ."
"Look, Addie, 1 gotta go down
to Moosehaxt for another load of
butter this week and I'll be corr-
in' back this way night after next.
You think it over. You can tell
me then."
Adoreen grabs a cloth and
starts polishing the pie case. "All
right, Angus. Night after next.
I'lI let you know."
(Continued Next Week)
Seaside Resort
Front. Libya conies this story
about a Scotsman. On his first
morning in the desert, he turned
out briskly in a bathing costume.
His sergeant asked him, almost
kindly, what he had in mind.
"Gaun in for a bit bathe," said
the Scot.
"Don't you know," said the
sergeant, "that the sea is 50 miles
away?"
"Man!" said the Scot, "what a
wunnerful beach."
GOOD EATING NEWS
Simplest way to tell a good cook is to sample her meat and
poultry stuffing. If it's light, crisp and well seasoned, then she's
mastered the art. Of course, there are different recipes, but a fine
one to' use is the following, the favorite of a famous chef.
Ail -Bran Stuffing
12 cups 1,4 -inch bread cubes 2 teaspoons salt
1 cup All -Bran ria teaspoon pepper
3 tablespoons minced onion x/e teaspoon poultry seasoning
3 cup fat 1'/z cups stock or water
Combine bread cubes with All: Bran. Saute onion in fat and add
to bread mixture. Add seasonings and stock which may be made
by dissolving 2 bouillon cubes in 1% cups hot water. Mix well.
Use with poultry, crown roast or press into baking dish and
bake in moderately hot oven (400°F.) about 20 minutes.
Yield: 6 to 8 servings.
SEVERAL BIBS FOR BABY
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an oapaL 'n,
when you make tea
Your will get best results bout° in q afliitpy
arra quantity if you carefully fofIow
these simple directions
L Scald out the teapot to warm It„
2. Use a level teaspoon of tea For
each cup of tea to be served.
3. Use the exact amount of FRESH
water you require and see that it ua
BOILING FURIOUSLY before you
pour it Preto the pot.
4. STEEP 5
MINUTES
How To Crochet
Bag For Kitchen
Easy To Make, Says E. G.,
In Christian Science Monitor
Gay little bags to hang in the
kitchen or out on the back porch
are nice to hold onions or garlic.
They have the advantage that as
the air strikes the contents it
eliminates the odors that make
onions and garlic so objection-
able.
Carpet warp or heavy string and
a No. 4 steel crochet hook are the
only necessary materials. The
bags are crocheted in simple filet
design, which is made entirely of
a chain stitch.
Begin with a chain of six. Close
with slip stitch. Make a chain of
five and go in loop. Repeat five
times. Next row: make •a chain
of five and go in each third stitch
until there are twelve loops. Con-
tinue round and round the twelve
loops with five stitches in each
filet for twelve rows. Break thread
and tie on another color—red or
blue or any harmonizing color—
and make six rows of that color.
13reak thread, tie on the white
again and make six rows of the
white, then six more rows of the
color and twelve rows of the
white.
Make one row of ten stitches
each group or a beading. Four
more rows of five each in the
white thread—two rows of red. If
desired you may finish with a row
of picots --three drains and a picot
(chain three and go in first stitch
for the picot). Make a chain of
about one hundred stitches for a
drawstring. Wrap thread around
four fingers twenty times to make
a tassel. Cat one end and tie to
drawstring. Make a tassel for the
other end ami one for the bottom
of the bag. •
Starving Greece
A meal in Greece costs the
equivalent of $20, a loaf of ibread
about the same amount, and an
egg, $2.50, says an escaped :ireek
naval officer who has ruched
Britain. He tells of food scsreity,
the result of Axis pillage, and of
German and Italian opera::,yr of
a Black Market with fool that
remains. They fix exorbitant
prices.
"Commander Anthony Fara,"
as the officer will call iulxself
until the end of the war, nays
starving Greek children, p'nc,ng
in garbage heaps for food asr:(ps,
are a common sight Juot as
common is their disdain for 'tread
crusts tossed by jeering Getma.ns•
Bees Are Getting
Sugar Ration Cards
Even the bees ln Jackso-, and
Bartholomew counties have their
auger ration cards, lays l'9tester
Shepard, deputy state bee nstyec-
tor for the Indiana I:lepatsie>•:nt
of Conservation. Heavy seine
have washed the .nectar
clover blossoms and beep are
starving. Owners are s ': ting
special rations to furnish f';; i for
the bees until they can get ti;."ir
regular food again..
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