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Zurich Herald, 1942-06-18, Page 74 H 1E, L, Capp swears EAT TCP"KEE FIT" Start your youngsters off with a breakfast that includes the nourishment and food - energy in Nabisco Shredded Wheat. it's 100% whole wheaf, in which all the bran, wheat germ and minerals are retained. For smiles all 'round, serve Nabisco Shredded Wheat and milk, with fresh strawberries! THE CANADIAN SHREDDED WHEAT COMPANY, LTD. Niagara Falls, Canorlai i) SERIAL STORY CALI BAN FROM CALF , ._:... .r r.:..a•; BY NORMAN KAHL SYNOPSIS LAST WEEK: Angus MacPhil•• hips, truck driver,, wants to marry Adoreen Mickeltwidge, pretty Waitress in a roadside diner. But Adoreen dreams of a career on the stage or in the movies. Cos. tamers encourage this idea, asset Adoreen is convinced that New York is waiting to cheer her en. trance. But she can't see settling down to life as a truck driver's wife on $125 a month. She prom- ises to give Augus an answer. on his next trip. CHAPTER 11 Off to New York Just as soon as Angus coaxes s ton -and -a -half truck over the of Dunbar's Hill, he can see te lights of Herbie's Curbside•afe about a mile down the road. sually Angus takes the truck out f first gear and lets it coast wn the slope in second, but to- •: night he doesn't bother. He is in no particular hurry to get there. He hates to admit it, but he is afraid. Nothing that he can handle with his fists can scare him like this, but Adoreen can put hint out for the count by, flicking an eyelid. He isn't sorry he asked Ador- een to marry him, and he hopes the answer will be yes. But he is afraid it, might be no, and he is in no hurry to get jilted by the cutest little package that ever slid a platter of eggs across a marble counter. Angus is late again tonight, and maybe Mr. Wittenbaum won't like it—especially after he brought his load in nearly an hour overdue on his last trip from Moosehart two nights ago. Anyway, he is glad he has the butter well iced, because it is quarter to one in the morning and not much cooler CROCHETED, PILLBOX, HAT ftrr-1 k ,' Hat and flowers are popular accessories for that necessary toueh of chic required by every well-dressed woman. Economical and easy to snake. One bunch of flowers may be crocheted in about an hour. Pattern No. 1102 contains list of materials needed, illustration of stitches and complete instructions. To order pattern: Write; or send above picture with your name and address with 15 cents in coin or stamps to Carol Armes, Room 421, 'f3 Adelaide St. West, Toronto'. Mr. T.N. COFFEE SERVES NEURENAP / 4 TEA MP. ses "Caffeine nerves made Mr. Brown tie most it • a, „Ie % an ilg town, I en/3 had chi14 ea ca ling turn "The Grouch." But Mrs. Brown knew too much for me --she knew that too much tea and coffee often cause fru;ed e•Fves amend 1sa4 tempers the et •sl�a(Ted Bram to switch to Postum. bow be's the friend of everybody and I've lost another cost of caffeine nerves." Mr. T. N. Coffee Nerves. !f ySu feel out of sorts, have heatdrpctiep, and are generally irritable, why not switch to Postern? 'You'll like its flavor, and it's, absolutely caffeine -free. Order Potton from your groper tndny. Try it for. Se gays and see how much better you: fcol„ STU P152 than it was just bei'are' the sun Went down. - •*, Half a. dozen trucks are piled. up in the dirt next to Herbie's, and Angus squeezes in between •a couple of semitrailers. He is hoping he will get a minute alone with Adoreen without one of the boys busting in and making/ smart- aleck cracks. The place is full of stroke when Angus walks in, and some of the fellows yelled at him. Angus just waves and grabs a stool in front of where Millie is slapping buttes on a dozen slices of bread, "Hello, Millie," says 'Angus. "Addie in the kitchen?" Millie swings around like she is about to suggest that somebody go climb a tree, but when she sees Angus, her face softens a little and she says, "Oh, it's you." "Can I go in the kitchen, Mil- lie?" "Sure, sure. Go ahead. I'm busy. Don't bother nie now." Angus pushes his hair back un- der his cap, and it comes right out again. Ile takes a quick look around the place and ducks into the kitchen. He .gulps once, and then he says, "Hello, Addie." But no one answers,, so he tries again before he realizes the kitchen is empty. . He is about to go back into the other room when Millie shows up.. Her face is wet with per- spiration and her hair looks like a thatched roof. "Now look here, Angus MacPhillips, don't ask any questions. I'm busy and I ain't got time to swap any conversa- tion with you. I'm all alone and I'm trying to feed that mob out there without passing out any ptomaine." Angus is bewildered and much more scared than if Adoreen were around. "But where's Addie? 1 tlhought she was gonna have Sat- urday night off." Millie wipes her hands on her apron and fishes around in her pocket. She hands Angus a letter. "Looks as if this is for you," she says. Then she grabs a couple of steaming platters and heads for the door. Angus rips open the envelope. It is a letter from Adoreen, and he sits down to read it. "Dear Angus: "Am writing a few limes just to let you know I have decided to go to New York and seek my fortune like we talked about so many times. I saw an ad for some chorus girls in a New York paper that a salesman left here and if that isn't opportunity lrnocking, then I don't know what it. Even though it's not a big job I -am willing to start at the bottom and dance in a chorus for a month or two before some big producer sees my dramatic talent and starts me on the road to fame. "Now don't you go worrying about me, and I guess the marry- ing pant is off, but you can find yourself some nice girl and some- time when I'm in a big play or maybe even in the movies and you take your wife to see the picture you can tell her how you used to know me before I became famous and I91 even send -you an auto- graphed picture. . "It was nice of you to ask nice to marry you and don't think I don't appreciate it, but I can't pass up opportunity and I , think I am going to be happy and I wish you the same, with „best .regards. "Very truly yours, "Adoreen Mickletwidge." * Angus tightens up inside and reads the letter again. Millie breezes in, but he doesn't even see her, so she •doesn't say any- thing—just hurries out. The worst part of this whole business is that Adoreen doesn't. know anything about New York. She doesn't realize that New York is just full of leeches waiting for pretty little kittens like her to show up. It is plain to Angus that there is only one thing to do. He shoots through the door and nearly knocks Millie into a burly truck driver's lap., He grabs her before she falls and picks up a roundsteak from uncles the table. "If Mr. Wittenbaum calls, Mil- he," Angus says, "just tell him I'll be back in a few days. Tell him. I went to New York." . Millie drops the roundsteak again and grabs Angus by the col- lar. "You big lug; you can't go , to New York. Leave her alone. She'll come back. You'll never find her—arid you'll be fired." "Yeah," says Angus sadly. "Maybe • Mr. Wittenbaum won't understand. But I've gotta go and find her." Angus ducks away from Millie and dashes out the door. Millie is screaming after him, "Angus, you're a nitwit. You can't go to New York tonight. You're a scat- ter -brained dope-" But when Angus gets the motor started on his truck, he can't hear anymore. 4ih° of the semi trailer men .islts up and says to Millie, Mac -Phillips hauling'(" "Butter," Millie wails. ‘‘Twen- ty-five hundred pounds of but- ter," The semi -trailer leans his el- ows on the counter and holds head in his ' hands. "Oh, nor DREAM EALIZED So tasty with any spre d Let Chr'istie's Grahams help you with the refreshments at your next party. Baked fro»t a fine old recipe, Christe's have the •true "Graham" flavor that folks Tike. They're so tasty with cheese, jam, or any spread; or just served plain with desserts or beverages. bi the store or Oa the • 'phone, tifwaay « ash for Christie''s f%i'teraits. Bombing of Cologne area by 1500 British planes in a single night recalls the assertion of Air Marshal A. T. Harris that the war would be ended by, autumn if he could send 1000 bombers a night over Germany. God !" he says. Angus drives all night, and he tries to keep his mind on the road so he won't thinit about Adoreen. He doesn't even remember the butter until after he crosses the state line and the sun comes up. Then he begins to hear a faint swishing behind him. He pulls in- to a filling station to get a ,tank- ful of gas. The filling station attendant is a genial, gray-haired man who has seen nearly everything. He squints uncertainly at the oily, yellow drops that drip from the corners of the truck- and hit the pavement. "Looks like somethin's leakin', Buddy," he says. "Just some butter." The filling station guy misses the tank and shoots gasoline all over his shoes. "You didn't, by any chance, say butter?" "Yeah," says Angus. "Meltin' a little. Nothinr serious." The gray-haired fellow gulps and he is relieved when Angus finally drives off down the road. It is not until late in the after- noon when Angus runs into tamable. He sees it coming in his rear-view mirror, and it is riding on a motorcycle and wearing the uniform of a state trooper. The needle on Angus' speedometer says 65, and Angus remembers signs that are pretty•clear about the speed limit in the state being 45. So he pushes the accelerator down as far , as it will go and moves down the road another three miles before the cop catches up to him. The officer is very red andvery mad and very hot and has prac- tically no sense of humor. He looks•at Angus a minute and boils some more. Then he sniffs around and looks suspiciously at the rich golden creamery product that is streaming out near the front of the truck. "Too bad," says he, "that we keep the hot .seat only for mur- derers." "I am in a hurry to get some- where, Officer," Angus explains. "You don't say?" says the cop. "1 gotta get my girl." The cop sneers. "Don't tell me there's ' someone that loves you, besides . your mother." "She's lost in New York. She ran away from me to get a job in a chorus." "Your mother?" "ally girl_" "Oh, yeah. Well, I wouldn't blame her if she got a jab in a coal mine just to get away from you.'I'm going to give her a hand. I'll keep you away for a little while longer. You're corning with me." (Continued Next Week) Overseas Forces Have Tea Ration Tea Administrator T. K. Wade said recently there is no need for Canadians to send tea to relatives or friends in the Canadian armed forces in England because they receive tea rations from their own services. He said, however, if Canadians still want to send tea overseas on compassionate grounds they must -take such tea out of their own ration. fionour EA, as you know, codes to us from Ceylon and India, and every man on every boat which carries it to our land is risk. ling his life every day of the trip., We are honour bound to use only what our Government asks us to., Avoid waste and do not use more than your share. 'Sitt 4 DA' TEA COMPANY OF CANADA, LIMITERS) TABLE TALKS By_SADiE B. CHAMBERS Requests Strawberry Mousse –% tablespoon gelatine 2 tablespoons cold water % cup fresh strawberries 2-3 eup sugar 2 cups whipped cream 2-3 eup sliced strawberries Soften the gelatine in cold water, crush the berries, stir and cook to boiling point with the sugar. Dissolve gelatine com- pletely in the hot liquid. Chill with occasional stirring until the mixture reaches a honey -like consistency, Beat until frothy. Fold in the Bream; and the sliced berries. Turn into the tray of the refrigerator and freeze until firm. Strawberry Mayonnaise 3/s eup mayonnaise M cup fresh crushed strawberries 2 tablespoons fruit sugar 1 tablespoon lemon juice /s cup Bream, whipped Combine mayonnaise, berries, sugar and lemon juice and fold in the whipped cream. Makes about g/a cup dressing. Delicious for fruit salads. Nut Salad Dressing This should give a variation to your dinner salad for fruit, 6 tablespoons salad oil 2 tablespoons lemon juice 1 teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons fruit sugar 1.4 teaspoon paprika 2 tablespoons chopped nuts Measure the oil into a bowl; add the lemon juice, salt, sugar and paprika. Beat thoroughly and add chopped nutmeats. Strawberry Jam 4 t:ups sliced strawberries 6 cups sugar 1,, cup lemon juice GOOD EATING NEWS Children need a quart of milk a day, adults a pint, say the foo3 experts. And everybody should eat an egg every day, if possible. Fortunately, both milk and eggs can be eaten in other foods as well as alone. Typical is the following recipe for FourSquare Pudding, which calls for two eggs, two cups of milk plus bran and raisins, loth filled with iron. Four 6 slices stale bread Butter cup raising lik clip ATI -Bran 2 eggs, separated Square Pudding 2 tablespoons sugar 4 teaspoon nutmeg 2 cups milk 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 4 tablespoons sugar Remove crusts from bread; spread with butter; cut into squares hind arrange in layers in greased baking dish. Sprinkle each layer with raisins and All -Bran. Beat egg yolks; add sugar, nutmeg, milk apd flavoring; mix thoroughly and pour over bread. Bake in moder- ate oven (350°P.) i.) about .35 minutes. Cover o ve r with meringue mad e On two beaten egg whites and 4 tablespoons sugar. Bake in slow Mil (300°F.) about 20 minutes or until meringue is brown. Yield`. 8 servings (3 -inch baking dish). Combine berries and sugar and let stand overnight. In the morn- ing bring to a boil and boil for five minutes. Add lemon ;mice and boil three minutes to?:ger, Stir and skim for five minxes to prevent floating fruit. Pur into hot sterile glasses. Le: not and seal with hot paraffin. Strawberry and Rhubarb Jam 1 quart rhubarb 1 quart strawberries 1',ta quarts sugar Cut the unpeeled rhubarb in inch pieces. Mix the sirawberr es, rhubarb and sugar and cook she mixture slowly until it is ;hick and clear. Stir frequently to pre- vent burning. Pour into hot jars and seal. bans Chambers weleonses personal letters trona Interested readers. She Is pleased to reeetve auggcstiane en topics for her eolunnnn, and Is vn ready to listen to your :pet peeves." Requests for recipes or. rapeeta,l menus are In order, Address your Fetters to ""1UTiss Eadie Yl. Clam. 'hers, 73 West ,Rdelnide Street; To-' °onto," Send sinmped self-addressed envelope it Sou Icfsh a rawly. NNE CUT Located in the picturesque rang e ranching country latest of High Diver, Alberta, The Stampede Ranch is owned and operated b.; Guy Weddick, cowboy, writer. dean of International rodeo pro- ducers, who for many years pro. duced THE STA Its PE D E ar Calgary. 4.1,„ "T -Hanging -S" Bland' of THE STAMPEDE RANCH ISSUE 25-.-..t42