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NOT TOO,Sti/L9OTH, This'2baiincilig baby car won't take any beauty prizes as
it, whips grouted a track at Brands, Hatch, England. It's a TG-500 Messerschmitt sports eel-,
with a top speed of 913 ,m.p.h„ and fuel consumption of 50 miles to the gallon. Has four wheels,
too. (Other model Messerschmitts have only three.)
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hoUnd wondering the streets of Southampton, Englatid, when
Mrs: George Corbin found him: She trained her terrier "Peggy"
foliar a guide dad The the eefOrtunate greyhound and reports
theft neither dog KOS any difficulty in getting beet:nisi, Above,
tee a shopping tripe "peggy" leads `'Fla: h" remits d street di
Mrs s Corbin
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The Merry Olds, "the car with the backward look," is full- bistinctivelyrilaring „lenders itraclaim the new"- Surrey,
scale replica of 1901 Oldsmobile. All-weather top is optional, modern version of a 1903 auto. Comes conialete or in kit forni.
"COME AWAY WIN ME, LUCILLE" = Ever long 'for the old dayso
when automobiles were d hoVelty and "horse-
lest teirricieje" described them pdrfectIA yo6 have Toti
of eompany, toe three niatiufateireri, have translated this
nOstaigio into tiulte respectable production .schedules. Amer a
tan Air Ptacluets Corp:, bulkier of the Merry 'Olds, The
Surrey, built by Dyer Products Co., has approximately the
Sarai power and performance as the Olds. Slightly strialler
Than the' Others, ii another repitta of the 1901
Oieseneelifri built 'by the itetii Minufaeittriing Co; All throe
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Clue To.
Missing Millions
From Island to island in the
f,outis Seas, a crew of young
nlventnre-lovers is new sailing
on one of the most enticing
treaeSire hunts of Modern times,
They're looking for the buried
loot of a lost Ieeboet, said to be
apn undersea treasure craft, once
laden with gold and jewels Arid
precious works of art.
And they're searching, too,
for a hula-dancing white girl
whom they think may be a vital
clue to the missing millions that
Hitler and other Nazi war crime
inals are believed to have etow-
ed away before they faced their
doom.
Every German skipper trad-
ing in the Pacifie is now aware
Of the treasure hunt and
they'ie keenly alert fee any
white girl they may find living
with natives, a teenager who
nary, in fact: be an orphan of
the U-boat,
The drama began in the days
when Berlin blazed in ruin and
a group of high-level Nazis pre-
pared foe flight, In the basins
of Bremen a flotilla of four U-
boats waited, one laden with
tool and stores, two with space
cleared for passengers, one
stacked with treasure,
While Hitler still screamed
defiance at the world, brass-
bound boxes of gold coin, jewels,
paper currency and flattened art
canvases were stowed aboard.
The Allied victory, however,
came too swiftly for the would-
be fugitives. The submarines
set sail—and faced disaster,
Loaded with food, the U.904 was
attacked and sunk by RAF
bombers. With passengers
aboard, the U.236 underwent a
similar fate and, only recently;
salvage divers recovered scraps
of clothing from the wreck,
The captain and crew of the
third U-boat sailed the Atlantic
safely and surrendered. to the
Argentine authorities. But what
happened to the U.435 and its
fanatical commander, Captain
Otto Helmut?
Their fate is shrouded in mys-
tery, but pieces of the jigsaw
have been put together by men
elaiming to be survivors of the
boat.
They say that their submarine,
separated from its stores ship,
crept down the coasts of Brazil
end the Argentine, making il-
licit deals for food and water.
Dealers supplying them were
paid in, gold.
It has also been reported that
s. mysterious U-boat landed a
passenger — believed to have
been Martin Bormann, Hitler's
missing deputy—at a port in
Chile, after making an adven-
turous voyage around the Horn.
Was this the U.435?
From this point, the runaway
U-boat disappeared w i tho u t
trace—until last year. Then a
Melbourne ethirt convicted of
theft an alleged Dutchman who
claimed to have been one of the
U-boat's crew, During the case,
he told a remarkable story.
Captain Helmut, he said, was
making for sanctuary hi Japan,
but somewhere near the Mar-
quesas Islands in the Pacific, he
heard that Japan had surrend-
ered, In civilian clothes, some
of the ship's personnel were
landed and ordered to scatter,
posing as Dutch fugitives.
Finally, the U-boat anchored
by night off a group of islands,
and the remaining skeleton crew
were ordered to abandon ship.
Through a shallow lagoon, they
struggled ashore with the boxes
of gold and jewels, With them
went Irma Helmut, the captain's
Wife, Who had joined theist at
Bremen,
fanatical to the last, Captain
Helmet scuttled the submarine
and went down with his ship.
The castaway crew buried the
treasure and were subsequently
befriended by natives.
The widowed Tana Helmet
later had a baby daughter but
died in childbirth, The baby
Was adopted by a native wes
man,
The story was fascinating yet
insubstantial, It would seem
scarcely positive or profitable
enough to justify the costs Of A
treasure-hunting expedition --
except that at least one other
member of the crew of the LI,435
had riot only supported the
story, but claimed to have
memorized the exact position of
the treasure cache.
He was Hans. Wolfson, radio
operator of the submarine, who
turned up in Zurich seven years
ago and told a similar amazing
story to Max Stalder, an old
friend who had settled in. Switz-
erland. At first, Stalder scarcely
believed Wellsores tale. With
the added strangeness of a white
child left behind on a Pacific
island, it sounded too amazing
to be true.
But when Wolfson was grave-
ly injured in an industrial ac-
cident and begged his friend to
go to the Pacific to rescue the
girl, it' grew more credible. The
man from the U-boat died, but
not before he had made a map
showing the location of the
treasure.
Max Stalder advertised in a
newspaper's peesonal column,
asking for adventurous-minded
people to contact him. Step by
step, the treasure-hunting ex-
pedition was prepared.
When the Melbourne "Dutch-
man," accused of theft, confess-
ed that he, too, had been a
member of the U.435's crew, it
merely added to their determin-
ation to seek the treasure, Al-
though he could not name the
island where the baby had been
handed over to natives his story
tallied strangely with Wolfson's.
To-day the leaders of the
treasure-hunting expedition re-
fuse to give any further hint of
their secret. Some of them have
sunk their life savings into the
yacht Shalsa and its errand of
rescue and riches.
Ahead of them, however, there
still waits a tough legal tangle.
For if the treasure is found,
fifty per cent. of its value could
be claimed by the country to
which the island belongs.
And what is to be the future
of the child of the treasure isle
—a hula-dancing white girl who
may now be an island queen?
Koala Bears
On Home Grounds
Phillip Island is fourteen miles
long from tip to tip, and about
six miles wide. Shortly after
landing on it we saw a, notice
on a tree by the roadside, warn-
ing us not to molest a Koala. If
we did, we would be fined any-
thing from fifty to two hundred
pounds with three months' im-
prisonment. A few miles further
on, we ran under a long arch-
way of manna gums and noticed
that the same kind of trees
stretched for some distance on
either side of the road.
"Let's stop and have a look
round as we are in Koala coun-
try," I suggested. We left the
car and looking above tie among
the weaving of the grey brenches
and the grey-green pointed leaves
we saw a young Koala, cuddled
in a fork, looking clown on us
with innocent unconcern. We
lest our hearts to Win at fieet
sight, gays us. stare for Mare
And, he didn't Care A hang how
many photographs we tried to
take, of him. Obvioesly he reae
Heed that he had the best of it
AniOnes, the freedem of tree-tops,
wind and sky. He pulled a leafy
twig towards him, opened his
mouth, showing his tiny pink
tongue. We left him reluetantly.
He was the first Koale, we
found for ourselves; after that
we spent all our days Ots
Island, Koala-hunting with Kee
dales, and as the grey-buff colour
of their goats exactly matches
that of the manna branches, he is
not too easy to spot, so it is not
sueprising that some people who
visit Phillip Island never find 'a
Koala for themselves, but
they miss too, thousands of seals
on the Seal Rocks, pelicans fish-
ing in Reid's Bight, Shearwater
rookeries, scores of black swans
and the Fairy Penguins who come
in from the sea at Twilight after
a long, day's fishing and leave the
surf and solemnly waddle up the
shore to their sandy burrows in
the dunes.
Altogether we found• over a
score of Koalas of every age, each.
one cuter and prettier than the
last, but 'the sweetest' of all,
which we saw just after sun-
down, was a little mother with
her tiny baby clinging to her
back. She, sat on one bough
leaning against another, gently
rocking in the south wind, whilst
Alpha Centauri (the brighter of
the two pointers of the Southern
Cross), hung above one of her
fluffy ears like a star-lantern.—
From "Lady of a Million Daffo-
dils," by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe,
EMPIRE LOOK — Model Carol
Siler seems to wear the ulti-
mate 'empire look" — candle-
sticks on her hair at a London
fashion-show. Actually, she was
standing in front of a chande-
lier when the photo wos taken.
Who Was First?
In Detroit, where the making
and marketing of autos is ordin-
arily a very solemn affair, the
tiff between Chrysler Corp. and.
General Motors Corp. had auto-
men grinning recently. The dis-
pute: Who was the first with
tail fins, Chrysler or Cadillac?
Chrysler started it with a
national ad, "The True Story of
Who Was First With Fins." "Fish
were first with fins," the ad
quotes one A. Fish as saying.
"Chrysler Corp, was 'merely first
to make them an automotive
fashion."
GM was not amused. Cadillac
fired out a press release labeled
"Evolution of the Automobile
Tail Fie", crediting the innova-
tion to GM stylist and vice presie
dent Harley Earl, who was re-
portedly inspired by the twin-
boom P-38 Lightning, a fighter
plane of World War IL "The
first actual production car with
fins," a GM spokesman said last
month, "was the 1e48 Caddy."
But Chrysler, when pressed
for an explanation, drew a
semantic distinction. "Cadillac
first dated• their styling 'fish-
tailse", a Chrysler spokesman
said. "They never called them
fins. We labeled them fins,"
Flee or fishtails, first or' last,
both Chrysler and Cadillac in-
clispetably have them for Mg,.
The examination question was
a real puzzler. It asked why
"psychic" is spelled With a "p",
The young Men in the fee corner
did feet leave the answer, but he
felt. he could riot leteVe the quet-
tieri Unheeded, Shaking his
head, he wrote, "It Pcertalnly
does pSeerri
Sonic of our leading iatnilloa
Can trace their ancestry` back
tdo years but eari't tell Sett[
Where their ehitcheen were lief
highie
mine—and of my husband's too,
They are easy to make and eco-
eomical," writes Mrs. Elizabeth
Lovell.
Molasses Cookies
lee cup butter
1.4 cups brown sugar, firmly
packed
2 eggs
2 tablespoons molasses
cup walnuts or other nuts
1/S cup currants or raisins
3M cups flour
1 teaspoon soda
Cream butter and brown su-
gar; beat in eggs, one at a time.
Add molasses and mix well. Add
nuts and raisins. Mix soda with
flour and add to first mixture
and mix well. Drop on. greased
coolcy sheet by tablespoonsful,
having each cooky the size of a
walnut. Bake at 350° F. until
brown.
"These Christmas cookies may
be made several weeks before
the holidays and frozen; they
are attractive if made with half
the recipe decorated with red
and half with green," writes
Mrs. Helen Thomas.
Holiday Pecan_ Cookies
1 pound shelled pecans
1 pound light brown sugar
Dash salt
2 unbeaten egg whites
Red and green maraschino
cherries, drained and cut in
half
Grind pecans and sugar;
sprinkle with clash of salt and
mix well. Add unbeaten egg
whites and keep mixing until a
large ball forms. Lightly grease
cooky tins. Preheat oven to 350°
F. Place oven racks in center of
oven. Use'a teaspoon and form
small balls of the 'dough, placing
them about 1 inch apart on the
tin. Piece a half cheery on each
ball. Bake exactly 10 minutes if
weather is warm; 15 if weather
is • demp. Watch .carefully—the
bottoms should be light brown,
These cookies harden a little as
they cool. Remove at once from
hot tin with a spatula onto clean
towels. 'Makes about 6 ,dozen.
otow,Werms!.
Lights Up .Gaye
On leaving RotOrtta. we doubled.
back on ow tracks to visit the
famous Waitorno.caves, once de-
scribed- as the eighth wonder of
the well& ''heir claim to fame
rests partly on their wopderful
stalagmites and .stalactites, and
partly on their glow-worms. ,
No words. of Mine can conjure
up the fairylike beauty of these
enchanting caves , , the pillars
looked . .„ delicate and often,
most wonderfully fluted, Little
beads of moisture shone from
them, like suspended diamonds;
And as we made our way fur-
ther into the earth through wind-
ing passages, under vaulted ca,
thedral-like roofs and exquisitely
domed ceilings, we saw many
wonderful formations of the crys-
talline rock, At the far end of a
vest hall there rose the mass of,
a great organ, its pipes perfectly
symmetrical etaiactites; while
another formation exactly re-
sembled a huge blanket hanging
in heavy folds,
But the greatest wonder was
still to come. We eventually
reached the bank of a smooth
and gently flowing underground
river and there we clambered
into a flat-bottomed punt, We
drifted silently from cave to
cave, our boatmen fending us. off
from the partially submerged
rocks. Then a little way ahead
We • saw them; glow-worms by
the hundred thousand, their silk-
en threads hanging from the ca-
vern ceiling. Our guide whie-
pored. that we must keep per-
fectly quiet or else the glow-
worms would hear us and put
out their lights, I noticed sud-
denly that even the oars were
muffled. So in utter silence we
drifted into Wonderland and
floated through cave after cave,
beneath a luminous canopy of
living stars. They looked close-
packed as the star-trail of the
Milky Way, and by their dif-
fused pale-bluish glow we could
see the wonderful conformation
of the caves themselves,
It took us several hours to
explore these wonderful caverns
before we emet ged quite sud-
denly into the S pen, and found
that it was night — Frans "On
Safari," by Ada ',berry Kear-
ton.
DRIVE WITH CARE
' nit look so worried, dear,
Itni just helping* to boom Busi-
ness."
The weed is full, of good cooks
and there is never a time when
good cooking ideas'do not result
from conversations between those
who love the art. In such a con-
versation the other day; a friend
told me that the simplest and
best ham sauce she ever served
was a hurried-up one in which
she combined orange marmalade
with a little of the liquid from
the ham. She heated it and,
presto! There was a new zippy
sauce. • * *
On another occasion a friend
and I were eating in a restau-
rant and were served a salad
consisting of spiced grapes in a
lime-mint gelatin. It was almost
tasteless, to our great disappoint-
ment. "It needs lemon juice in
the gelatin before it hardens,"
said my friend. She tasted it
again. "And, if they would put
a clove or two in the water they
-heat for the gelatin, then re-
move the' cloves before mixing,
there would be that delicate
flavor added. Those two simple
-tricks would lift this salad to
something to remember."•
"Don't you get tired of seeing
peas .running around all over a
plate?" another, friend asked me
one day at lunch. "Well, I have
solved that pioblem;" she con-
tinued. "I cut fairly thick rings
of green pepper and fence the
peas in." *
Now that school lunches must
be packed, and also now that
Christmas is just around the
corner, we are featuring ,some
recipes for cookies, writes Elea-
nor Richey Jqhnston in The
Christian Scie-sce Monitor.
Almost eve'.'yone has her• own
favorite re Ipe for Chocolate
Brownies, 'Jut. Mrs. Marion M.
Bonney s tnt one made 'with
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Cia*WATV444AVS,
brown suger which, she writes,
is 'for those who do not like
chocolate."
Brown Sugar Brownies
1 egg
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1 teaspoon vanilla
le cup sifted flour
1/4, teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon soda
1 cup- coarsely chopped nuts
Mix together the egg, brown
sugar and vanilla. Add flour,
salt and soda. Mix; add chopped
nuts. Pour in well-greased flat
pan. Bake 18-20 minutes at
350°F. Cool in. pan (should be
soft when removed from oven)
and cut into squares
"I 'have become interested in
using whole, wheat flour' in ex-
perimenting in the use of this
flour in favorite reCipes," writes
Mrs. Joseph Beals, Jr.
Whole, Wheat Spicy Hermits
% cup salad oil
1 cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/4 cup wheat germ
3,4 cup dry milk powder
3/2 *teaspoon soda
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
5/4 'teaspoon each, ..cloves, salt
, and nutmeg
2 tablespoons water
e/e cup each 'raisins and Chopped
walnuts or pecans
Mix- oil, sugar, and. egg; beat
well., Sift together the dry in-
gredients and add, alternately,
'to oil mixture with the water.
Stir in ',raisins and nuts: Drop 2
inches apart on, lightly oiled
cooky sheet. Bake at 375°F. for
10-12 minutes. Cool slightly be-
fore taking from pan. Makes
about 3 dozen. * * ' *
"I have a recipe for molasses
cookies that are a favorite of