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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1942-07-30, Page 3"Here's t l risert a and co lee" You'll enjoy the robust flavor of healthful Fostu na. Saves tea, coffee, sugar—money. Instantly allude in the cup. P282 R ClRl0.L RIY(RA6l A. INSTANT,' !MINI CU. le SERIAL STORY C:gatLi AN FROM C LER BY NORMAN KAHL LAST WEEK: Angus l.'s arrest- ed for assaulting the stranger in the, lunchroom, but is released the 'following morning on bail. Angus tries to forget Adoreen but finally calls on her. There he meets Gar- vin Fitzwater and tells him he is working for Spike Mudge. The next day, Spike informs Angus that Fitzwater is really Luigi Cas- taloni, head of the broccoli racket, and that Spike has been Instructed to take Angus for a ride. ONE-WAY RIDE CHAPTER VIII Spike Mudge'e car is standing in front of the tavern, and Angus piles into the rear seat between Trigger Tim and Butch McGilit- teddy. Hoimon the Hoist Is driv- ing and Spike sits next to him, glut he is half turned so he can face Angus. "I still don't see why Mr. Caeta- loni got himself another name," ways Angus. "Seems a funny habit people got in this town." Nobody says anything. Angus re- laxes in the seat, and when they cross the river and get on the Jersey side, he begins to look around with more interest. He is twitching and something le press- ing him on each side. When he look down, he frowns. "Why do you fellows wants stick those guns into me like that? That's dangerous." Butch and Tim are pokerfaced. 15ipike says, "Maybe you don't understand. This isn't exactly a picnic. We are going to rub you out. You will not come back from. this ride. In about 45 minutes, you will be the deadest hunk of beef in the state of New Jersey." Angus pitched forward, but the guns jab more firmly into his body tend he drops back into the seat. 01I thought you were my friends," be says, disillusioned, "We are," Spike explains. "We don't wanta do this. Tile Boss says we gotta, and what he says goes. Personally, we like you." It is too much for Angus. Hie neck is burning and his giant fists are itching, but he can't think of anything to say. * * a "Only thing is you're kiuda dumb," says Spike. "Maybe that's one reason we like you though. Luigi Caataloni is the boss of this here broccoli racket. That's where he gets all his dough. But he likes to be halfway respectable part of the time, so he snatches the mon- icker of Garvin Fitzwater, and he buys himself a nightclub and pas- ses himself off as an all -right gent with the Park Avenue mob." "Why can't he just pass himself off as a broccoli protector?" Angus wants to know. "Look," Spike says, "I'll try to make it easy. Castaloni, is running a racket, "see? He hires a mob of mugs like you and me to make the broccoli merchants kick in with dough every week. If they don't, we go out and smash up the place. It is cheapen' to pay than to get their heads cracked every other week and their places wrecked. So they pay. We hire you to help us collect, and you do a good job. "Only now the usual dame en- ters the picture. I knew all along you was too good to be true. There are three million dames in New York, and you have to have the same one as the Big Boss. So one of you has to fade and it ain't Castaloni. Now do you get it?" Angus is controlling himself with great effort. "You mean I've been doing crooked work?" "That's a nasty word," says Spike, "but it describes it." * * * Angus is staring out of the win- dow, but he is not as interested in the countryside as formerly. The car is driving through a sec- tion that is getting less and less settled. "What's gonna happen to Ado- reen?" he asks finally. "She'll be well taken cae of. Castaloni will see to that." "But he's a crook. He oughts be in jail." "I wish you was a little more broadminded," Spike says, sadly,. Soon the car turns off the main road and wobbles along a dusty trail for half a mile or so before Hoimon the Hoist drives into a clump of bushes about 30 feet off the road. "Here we are. It wont take long. Trust us," says Spike. They get out of the car. Butch and Trigger Tim keep their guns Pushed' into Angus' ribs and Hol - mon and Spike lead the way through thick underbursh to a KITCHEN ACCESSORIES ARE INEXPENSIVE GIFTS Design No. 1012 This pot holder is created in the popular popcorn stitch. The Power dish cloth is crocheted and is very unusual. They are quickly made. Pattern No. 1012 contains list of materials needed, illustra- tion of stitches and complete instructions for making both items. To order pattern: Write, or send above picture with your name and address with 16 cents in coin or stamps to Carol Aimes, Room 4216 78 Adelaide St. West, Toronto. - olearing"ribuut 15 feet square Angus takes off his cap and plows hie fingers through his hair, "Spike, it's all right, 1 know yon don't mean to do it. Only l: wish you'd tell Addle, if yen see hem'--" zt ,w * Like a Spitfire in a dive, Angus swings around and grabs Trirer Tian and Butch by their respective net'ks and with a mighty heave baslice their heads together. Be- fore they have bit the ground, he plunges toward Spike and crashes into the soft grass on top .of liim, Spike starts flailing his arms to ward off the assassination, but it is like coaxing back an avalanche with sweet words. For a moment Moimon the Hoist is rooted to the spot, while he stares at his two pals lying mo- tionless, guns still in hand, and at Spike struggling feebly under Angus. Then he dashes out of the thicket and heads for the car. Angus bears the motor racing just as Spike sensibly gives up the fight and passes out. Angus dashes to the road and sees Hot- mon racing back to town through a thick cloud of dust. Angus goes back to the grove to make a check of bis ex-eol- leagues. They ere resting peace- fully and are in no condition, to start a rebellion. He brushes off his $18.75 suit and finds his cap which has fallen under Butch Mc- Gillicuddy. Taking one more look around at the placid figures, An- gus starts back for the dusty road. * * ** He is perched on a rock for 15 minutes before he sees something boncing along the rutted thor- oughfare, heading toward him in the direction of the main high- way. Angus strides into the mid- dle of the road and waves his cap. When the car gets close, Angus can see it is a light truck. The driver pulls over to the side and stops. Fate is a screwy sort of dance. She is always stacking the cards so you keep turning up the nine spot you could have used the hand before for an inside straight. When Angus gets a good squint at the letters on the box of the truck, he gulps. It says, HEHN- NESiSEL'S CREAMERY—BUTTER AND EGGS. It reminds him of a chapter in his life he would just as soon forget. The driver leans out of the truck. "Need help, mister?" Ile is a medium-sized gent with sil- ver framed glasses. "Yep," says Angus. " Can you come outa there a minute?" The driver shrugs his shoulders, and swings out of the seat. "What's the matter?" "It is hard to explain," says Angus. "I wanta to show you something. Take off your glas- ses." - "Why?" asks the driver bellig- erently. elligerently. "I can •see better with then, on." "Take them off Anyway," Angue insists. "It will be better that way." The driver is skeptical. "Some- thing fishy about all this. But, all right, if it makes you feel any better." Angus Is very polite "It will make you feel better," he says. "I am very sorry to have to do this, but I can't think of anything bet- ter just now." Angus' fist is so fast the driver can't see it come up. But he feels it—for a split second, at least. .. Then he closes his eyes and curls up in the dust. * * ** Angus drags him to the side of the road and lays him neatly in the ditch. "That was much easier than trying to explain just now, Buddy," he apologizes. But the man will not be able to hear hu- man voices for several hours any- way. Under the seat of the truck, Angus finds a length of tow rope. COOLER Using dad's hosereel as shower - bath, ingenious young New Yorker. .finds perfect way to keep cool. ISSUE 31—'42 D PQ FOR PERFECT Canada offers in the war fac- tory sweepstakes the young wo- man being congratulated by Adelard Godbout, premier of Quebec, after receiving a PQ button—meaning perfect quality. He tosses it on the running board and goes back to get Spike, Butch and Tim. He swings Tim and Spike over his shoulders and de- posits them next to the truck. 'J'hen he makes a special trip for Butch. When he gets the tow rope cut into three equal lengths, be ties his former friends and arranges them neatly on the floor of the truck. There is plenty of room, because the driver was on his way back to the plant, and there are only a few empty crates left in the cor- ner. Angus finally slams the rear door shut and climbs into the front seat. Ire isn't sure just how to get back to New York, but he isn't worrying about finding his way. The main idea is to get back fast. He doesn't know just how much time he has, but lie knows it can't be much. If Adoreen never needed him be- fore, he is pretty sure she is going to need him now—and in a hurry. (Continued next week) Cost Of Milk At the protest meeting called by the Ontario Whole Milk Pro- ducers' League at Toronto, June 13, was a chart showing the price of several beverages. The com- parisons given on the chart are: Tomato Juice (40 oz. btl.) 19c Apple Juice (40 oz, btl.) .. 19c Beer (40 oz. btl.) 51c Gingerale (40 oz. btl.) 23c Internationally advertised drink (40 oz.) 40c Milk (40 oz. btl. delivered) 13c Women's Magazine Secret*ly Printed Published in France to Unite French Women Against Nazis A young French girl escaped from Occupied .Prance to join the Free French forces in London and bring to Britain a story of a secret women's magazine which goes to press once a month but contains not a line of space on any of the subjects in which women are usualy interested. There is no fashion news, no beauty gluts, or gossip on hoarse furnishing or gardening. This first secret women's paper to be pro- duced in Occupied France since the Germans marched into Paris has ony one purpose—to unite French women against the Nazis. No one knows who is respoais- ibe for the paper. But in the queues where it is passed quickly from one shopping basket to an- other the houewives call the edi- tor "Madame Bonne Femme." Working from a cellar which she has told her readers is "Some - whore on the outskirts of Paris," Madame Bonne Femme writes of hunger with the realism of one who knows hunger and of cold with the grimness of one who has seen her family shiver. "The Voice of Women" Her magazine is two pages call- ed, "The Voice of Women," lu it she urges women to attack Gestapo agents in towns where food cou- pons are valueless because there is no meat or fat or bread to ex- change for them. Madame Bonne i'enime tells the women just where the food has gone with such lines as: ".Fifty thousand tons of wheat wee sent this month from France to Germany." She gives other features of ship- ments from France to feed Nazis -9,000 head of sheep, 6,000 oxen, 2,600 tons of woollen articles. The information brought to London is that German propaganda officials have been trying for months to learn where this information is ob- tained, because the German excuse to Freneh housewives as they stand for hours in food queues only to face einpiy shelves is that bad gar- vests and transport difficulties are responsible ss ibie for tie food shortage, , "Rice Krispies" is a registered trade mark of Ke110 g g C omp any of Canada Limited, for its brand of oven -popped rice. Get some today. TIME TALKS By SADIE 13. CHAMBERS Jams and the Sugar Ration The topic of the day is "Sugar Rationing", therefore one can hardly plan any menu without touching on the subject. Our pa- pers and magazines are full of it; everyone is talking "Sugar," We are receiving the best in ideas, methods and recipes that all can produce. These recipes come from the laboratory of one of our finest dieticians. Strawberry Jam 4 lbs. strawberries 3 lbs, granulated sugar Wash and drain the berries; re- move hulls and any blemishes. Combine berries and sugar and heat gently until the sugar is dis- solved and the juice extracted. Cook more rapidly until thickened, stirring often. Skim, pour into sterilized jars and seal. Whole Strawberry Jam 1 cup whole strawberries Two-thirds cup sugar Juice from ?•a cup gooseberries Add gooseberry juice to straw- berries. Simmer until soft. Add sugar. Boil to the jellying point. Black Currant Jam Wash currants. Put In a kettle and add water to about one-fourth the depth of the currants. Boil 5 minutes or until soft and strain off the juice. Measure the juice and add an equal amount of sug- ar. Boil five minutes. Add the currants and boil 2 minutes. (Note the short boiling after the cur- rants are added. Long boiling with sugar makes currant skins hard and tough). Red Currant Jam 1 cup currants i cup water % cup sugar to 3. cup cooked fruit Add water to currants and cook slowly. Measure cooked fruit. Add sugar. Boil to the jellying point. ` .. Ripe Gooseberry Jam 1 quart ripe gooseberries 3 cups sugar 1 cup cold water Wash gooseberries and remove stems and blossom ends, Add wat- er and cook until skins are soft. Add sugar and cook rapidly until thick and clear. Pour into steriliz- ed containers and seal when cold. Plum Jam Select plums of a tart variety; wash the fruit and drain. To each pound of fruit allow % of a pound of sugar and 1 cup of water. Boil the plums in the water for ten to fifteen minutes or until the skins are tender. Add the sugar and stir while boiling until the jelly stage is reached. Pour into sterilized jars and seal. Peach Jam 3. cup peaches (cubed) 1% tablespoons leucon juice % cup sugar Cook peaches and lemon juice until soft. Measure the cooked mixture. Add sugar and boil to the jellying point. Ginger Bread Marmalade To every pound. of peeled and cored pears which have been slic- ed very thinly allow ala lb. sugar, % ounce of green ginger root (scraped or grated) and half a large lemon. Place the pears in the preserv- ing kettle in layers, sprinkling each with sugar, lemon juice and grated ginger. Allow to stand two or three hours then heat slowly to the boil- ing point. Cook until Blear and thick, If preferred the ginger root may be crushed and placed in a little bag which can be removed from the mixture before pouring into the glasses. chambers rrenmities personal letters front interested readers. She Is pleubed to receive suggestions WA topics for her eulutsua, anti Im vu ready to listen to your ;;Pet peeves." Requests for recipes or special menus are in order. Address your letters to ".Hiss Sadie II. Cham- bers, 73 West Adelaide Street, To, ronto." Send stumped self-taddressett envelope if you wish a reply. - PEACH PIE JS A SUMMER FAVORITE ORI ! E Ask the men to vote for their favorite summer dessert, and excluding a few disserters, the returns will show Peach pie in the lead. It's the natural sweetness of the peaches, combining with flaky -light -as -air crust that makes this such a favorite. Add bran to the pastry and the flavor's even more delightful. Here are the directions: Fresh Peach Lattice l'ie 1 recipe All -Bran pastry tri cup sugar 4 cups fresh sliced peaches 1 tablespoon flour Line pie pan with pastry. Arrange peaches in pie shell, sift over sugar and flour. Place strips of pastry lattice fashion over top of pie and bake in moderately hot oven (400°F.) 'A hour. Reduce to 375`F. and continue baking tfi hour or until delicately brown and peaches are done. All -Bran Pastry %. cup All -Bran Ms teaspoon salt 11 cups flour 'A cup shortening 4 tablespoons cold water (more or less) Roll All -Bran until line; combine with flour and sant, Cut in shorten.ng. .tau \...Nes, a LtUO at a time, until dough is moist enough to hold t,,g, .aei, a.c.; out on .lightly xioured board to about ane- eignth inch 111 tlaicunesa.