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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1942-12-10, Page 6BESSE'TS within the budget n fer'il'a Delightful desserts can be made at little cost with pure, high quality Canada Corn Starch. It's so easy to prepare a variety of delicious puddings that make the whole family call for more— caramel, butterscotch or chocolate blanc mange, strawberry or lemon snow. Canada Corn Starch, with its even grain, gives each dessert the smooth creamy texture so much to be desired. 1plthIlD Sella rur the excellent Recipe Booklet "52 Desserts". Write enclosing one box -top or complete label from any Canada Starch product. Address, Dept. eep . R.82e,rCanet ;naa, To ntoome Service, 49 Welt The CANADA STARCH COMPANY Limited, Montreal, Terenlo remrsaarammasuersca SERIAL STORY 13 N ERS FLYING BY MARY RAYMOND CHRISTIE LOSES SOMETHING CHAPTER IX THREE things—Tommy's letters to the family, Sandra's job, and the loss of Stephen's were the sparks that touched off the mar- ital explosion. Tommy's bitterness and his petty jealousy of Bart, smoldering al- ways near the surface, were all too apparent in those brief notes home. He didn't see much of Sandra, he wrote. Girls always went for insignias and stripes, and it didn't matter whether they were worn by single ar married men. Girls were funny that way. San- dra had her entertainer's job and gave Bart credit for landing it. And was she appreciative. Ob boy! Bart was consulted about all the entertainment plans. You'd. think he was the whole tying squadron. Mrs. Colton said irritably: "I think Tommy has a right to be angry. Why should Bart waste any time with this girl? Bart has a wife, and if I do say so, a lovely ene. I think all this is a reflec- tion on you, Christie." "A11 this?" Christie's tone was indignant. "I'm not sure what • you mean. You know how Tmmy is—he makes the hugest moun- tains out of the tiniest mole hills. I happen to believe Bart loves me. Just because he is polite to San- dra, Tommy sees green." "I suppose I'm not very mod- ern," Mrs. Colton retorted. "But I don't believe in married men flirting around." Christie bit back excited words. She was furious with her mother —furious with Bart because she felt humiliated. "I simply won't let anybody ereate trouble between us," she told herself. But her heart was heavy as she thought of Sandra, who was in a position to see Bart so often, and who had no scruples about trespassing. Christie plunged more deeply in war work ... Red Cross, home defense, victory garden meetings. Jan told her she wa,s running a race with her—to see which one would be the skinny girl in the circus. "Aad your eyes—they're not ex- actly filled with happiness, my dear sister," Jan said. "Wouldn't it be funny if you and I sat down and had a truth game. It might help, but we can't. We're not made that way." VARIETY OF LAPEL ORNAMENTS "In the first World War, they always said Vest la guerre';" Christie said slowly. "I' guess it's still the war. It is upsetting a lot of applecarts." "You . and Beet certainly picked the wrong ti'nie to be married. All you really knew about him was that he was good-looking and could dance." "Ridiculous!" Chrieetie spoke im- patiently. "I had been dating Bart three years." "Oh, dating! The time you really find out about a man is when the kitchen stove smokes and the kitchen sink is stopped up. Those little minor things, my dear." "Oh, hush," Christie said. May- be Bart was disappointed in. her. Maybe marriage .tad proved dull and different from what he had expected. Maybe he would have been happier with some gill who was fun instead of a sober some- body who was taking the war seriously. Cute lapel ornaments to brighten your outfit. Fun to make aid very easy to crochet. Pattern No. 1188 contains list of materials needed, illustration of stitches and complete instructions for ,laking the pillbox, playshoes and belts. To order pattern: Write, or send above picture with your name and address with 15 cents in. coin or stamps to Carol Alines, Room 421, 73 .Adelaide St. West, Toronto. * * She was sitting in a little park across from the apartment the next Friday afternoon, Stephen found her there huddled under Jans plaid coat—looking dejected an very much like a little girl. "I thought you'd be here," he said. "I know your schedule so well, I could meet you almost any time—anywhere. "You are not that good," Chris- tie said, moving over so he could sit beside her on the weather- beaten bench. "I hop from place to place so fast I can't keep wp with ni.y schedule, myself." "I'm a pretty good detective," Stephen said, smiling. "It didn't take me a minute to know why I got my job back. There I was —jobless, one day—and the next day called back. Mr. Wainwright told me, someone in whom he had great confidence had confidence in me. This somebody told, him he was too big and fine to listen to a lot of ycnethful and intolerant chatter. Funny thing, • Christie, if I hadn't been so worried about Mother, I'd have wanted to stay fired." "Stephen!" "Yep. There's something I want to do. I appeciate what you did, anyway. I think you are abso- lutely the most wonderful girl in the world," M * $ His words were soothing to the open wound that was Christie's hurt pride. Stephen was a dear. He thought everything she did was right—wonderful. Bart didn't. He saw all her faults, and he prob- ably wished she were as light- hearted as Sandra. "There's a little olid blue goose on my shoulder," Christie said. "I can't seem to shake him off." "That's bad." Stephen studied her sober face thoughtfully. "Too much work and too little play. Bad for Jill as well as Jack, Come on. 1'11 race you to that old band pavillion. There's nothing better for shaking off a blue goose than a good gallop. "All right!!" Chrstie got to her feet, laughing. They were half -way across the park when she called, "You're cheating—on my Made. No hair." Stephen quickened his pace and they were suddenly running close together. In the gathering dusk, she failed to see the hole that seemed to open up suddenly in her path. She stumbled and would have fallen, but Stephen caught her, holding her close for a mo- ment. Christie ing of his speaking Stephen. spill." "I couldn't bear for you to be hurt," he said in a low tone. Christie avoided his gaze, they walked on slowly. She troubled. She must be more ual In the future. Stephen sounded—oh, well, romantic the word. Tommy dame home the follow- ing week -end. He looked around Christie's small living room with critical eyes. "How does Bart like it?" "Oh, fine," Christie answered, wthout animattou, "Not good, not bad but it it suits you two, 1 guess it's okay. I thought I was coming in with Bart last Friday, but I didn't stand in with the Powers -That -Be, so I didn't get leave." "But Bart didn't last week -end." Tommy looked astonished. Then he laughed: "Don't hand me that casual stuff. It was Friday, the 130. Remember now? Bart and Sandra were driving off and I re- minded them what day it was. Bart said it was lucky for him no ,ratter what numerals were tacked on the day, and Sandra, said she took her luck where she found it, Remember now? Did yon have any bad luck?" "Yes, I remember," Christie said in a low tone, "Yes, I had some bad luck," "What, for Instance?" "I lost soniothing," C:hristie's voice choked. '1le was fighting to be calm, to hold her head high until Tommy was gone, No use to let higi know that he had pulled hee world down for lwr 15 tiro last few mo - talents. "You are looking pretty .low. Y'1' is tie, 13'rl is, t(:o. told him se, be tb•reatoned to hitch could hear the pound- heart. She drew away, breathlessly. "Thanks, I might have had a and was eas- had was VICTIM OF M013 come home Jacoues Doriot, the radical pro - Nazi French leader of Paris, is reported to have died, presumably of injuries received in a beating suffered at the hands of a mob which attacked him recently. Dor- lot reportedly was planning to oust Laval and rule France with a private army of 2,000 thugs enrolled from the streets of Paris. me out. He's a sorehead lately if I ever saw one. Have you had a row?" "No," Christie whispered. "Please don't talk, Tommy. i can't bear any more." Tommy's face turned red. "Well, of all the pretty how -do -you -dos. A grand reception, T. wouldn't call this." "I'm sorry, Tommy, honestly I am. But I'm really. feeding ill." Site closed the door after him. She walked about, emptying the ash tray, moving an ornament on. the mantel, stirring the fire. Finally she sat down and let the tears come. He had come home that day, but he had not come near her. He had been with Sandra. She could see them together. Sandra look- ing up at Bart, her dark hair like a cloud about her small face, her red poppy mouth lifted, her big dark eyes laughing at Bart. "It didn't take her long," Chris- tie thought wildly. "I'll write him," she decided desperately. "I'll tell him I've found out there's someone else. He'll know what I mean. I'll offer him his freedom, and I'll say I want mine." (Continued Next Week) Careless Gossip A guest said recently, upon leaving: "I like to come here. It's the one place I can say anything I want to, knowing it won't go further." The compliment should really have gone to my mother, Constance Cameron writes in Reader's Digest. One day when I was about eight, I was playing beside an open window while Mrs. Brown confided to my mother a serious problem concerning her son. When Mrs. Brown had gone, my mother, realizing I had heard everything, "If Mrs. Brown had left her purse here today, Would we give it to anyone else?" "Of course not," I replied. Mother continued: "Mrs. Brown left something more precious than her pocketbook today. She left a story that could make many people unhappy. That story is not ours to give to anyone. It is still hers, even though she left it here. So we shall not give it to anyone. Do you understand?" I did. And I have understood ever since that a confidence or a bit of careless gossip which a friend has left at my house is his not mine to give to anyone. ' Japanese Planes Less Formidable United States experts now re- port that the Jape no longer are giving a first rate performance in the air. Something seems to have gone wrong. They are less formidable than at the start of the war. This is evident in two ways, both highly significant for the future. First, Jap pilots are not so good as they were, indicating a lot of pilots killed and a fait in the Jap- anese air training program. Sec- ond, the nmbers or planes aro definitely smaller, indicating pro- duction difficulties. To the experts looking not only et the day -1)y -day action but at the long-range trends, these factors are strongly heartening. Have you tried. Postuin yet? With each successive cup, Postum's robust, satisfying flavor seems more delicious, It's easily made, requires less sugar, and is very economical. And because Postum contains neither caffeine nor tannin it's a safe beverage for everyone. (Ylla/ta 100 -Cups N H104,1,1 IN. cOl• 4 OZ. SIZE MAKES 50 CUPS ... a OZ. SIZE MAKES 100 CUPS P362 Empire Waiting To Be Opened Up Most Alberta people know that the territory which lies between Edmonton and the shoves of the Arctic is one of the richest unde- veloped areas on the face of the globe, says The Calgary Herald. What they ought to realize is that this territory, through the . exigencies of war, is being opened up., The Alaska highway, built by the skill and sweat of Americans, is cutting through this great dark land. When the war ends, the lid of the treasure box will be lifted. What will be found inside, few men know, but most of them can guess by what has been found up there already. The north is rich beyond all telling. The highway was not built to help Alberta. It was built to de- fend America against the Japan- ese, and to build stepping -stones into Japan itself. But, because the highway has been built, Alberta will invariably draw great benefits from it. Convoy 3,000 Ships hi Dover Strait Britain has passed 3,000 freighters in convoy through the 20 -mile -wide strait of Dover in the last two years, the admiralty has announced. This was accom- plished in the face of German bombers and fighters and powers ful guns mounted on the French coast. The channel mobile balloon bar- rage flotilla steamed 227,000 nines protect:1)g the .ships, from low -II ying sn'sera ft, the -ads .i;ratty added, Maori New Zealand extends its war en- rolment to Mairo men up to 69 and women to 30, notes The New York Times. A fine, upstanding folk, the sun-tanned Maori of that dominion, equal in citizenship with the whites; superior to most in physque. .As football players they are hard to beat. As law- yers, orators, army officers, they excel. Knighted, they remain proud of Their tattooed ancestors. They held out for years against the English and were at last pacified but not conquered. Once they had a company of colonists surrounded in a stockade and helpless for lack of ammunition. They raised a flag of truce and said, "This one-sided battle is no good. We will divide our powder with you." They call New Zealand "The Long White Cloud." So it looked to these in the old days when they were sea rangers. L T SADIE B. CHAMBERS Cranberries Cranberries are a splendid fruit. The iron content is very valuable and then they do give a zest to most any menu. Of course they require a good deal of sweeten- ing, but remember corn syrup and honey and I think you will get along alright. For years women have been discovering the versatility of the cranberry and thanks to more scie entific ways of growing and mar- keting, the cranberry appears in the early Fall and remains throughout most of the winter. Appetizers To begin with for the first course the bright color of the cranberry is most appealing. The cooked and sweetened juice, chill- ed, may be used alone or mixed with pineapple juice, or with ginger ale. Another colorful appetizer is grapefruit. sections with red cran- berry juice poured over them. Care should be used in the cooking. Many Books do overcook the cranberry. Five minutes after they begin to snap is usually the time. Cranberiy Snow 1/2 cup thick cranberry sauce, strained 2 egg whites Beat the egg whites until stiff but not dry. Fold in the sauce or cranberry jelly, a little at a time, and continue beating until the mixture will hold its form, Pile in individual serving dishes and serve with chilled custard, flavored with vanilla extract. Use the 2 egg yolks, 11/a clips milk and sugar to taste to make the custard. Cranberry Sherbet lis cult' sv,(?etened condensed milk 1 tablespoon lemon juice 2 tablespoons melted butter t^'r. cup thick cranberry juice 1 1111) 'nrrnheV1'y sauce x egg whites Blend the condensed milk, lemon juice, butter and cranberry, juke. Stir into the cranberry sauce and chill. Beat egg whites stiff but , not dry and fold into the chilled mixture. Pour into freezing tray of the refrigerator with temperature control set at its lowest point. Stir once or twice during freezing. Will serve 6, Cranberry Muffins egg cup milk 4 tablespoons melted butter 2 cups sifted flour 4 tablespoons baking powder 1/a, cup sugar teaspoon salt 1 cup of cranberries Beat the egg slightly; add the milk and melted butter. Pour into the dry sifted ingredients. Roll the berries in two more table- spoons of sugar and fold into the batter. Do not stir the mixture any more than necessary. Pour into greased muffin tins and bake in a moderate hot oven for about 30 minutes. Steamed Cranberry Pudding 2 cups cranberries 1% cups sugar 1 cup water 14teaspoon nutmeg 2 cups sifted pastry flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/2 teaspoon. salt 14 cup butter 1 egg 2 tablespoons milk Few grains cinnamon Wash and pick over cranberries. Place one cup of the sugar and water in a saucepan and bring slowly to the boiling point. Boil about ten minutes or until a thin syrup is formed. Add the cran- berries; cover and simmer gently until they are clear and transpar- ent. Pour this into the bottom of a shallow pan about 8 by 8 by 2 and sprinkle with nutmeg. Sift together flour, baking powder, salt and remaining sugar. Work in the shortening until the mixture is crumbly; add egg and milk, beaten together. Spread batter on top of the cranberries. Sprinkle with cinnamon mixed with the re- mining one tablespoon of sugar. Bake in a moderate oven for 40 minutes. 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