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Wearing Thin
I have put on my old soldier's
boat and will not take it off until
we achieve victory.—Adolf Hitler,
Sept. 1. 1939.
Oh, Adolf, dear, and did you hear,
The old coat's getting shabby!
The sleeves are patched, the but-
tons scratched.
The stained lapels are flabby.
With Lining torn and shoulders
worn,
It offers poor protection—
winds should blow the Russian
snow
From a northeast direction.
''Round Leningrad the weather's
bad;
At Moscow it's terrific.
The Baltic ports have Whiter
sports
That are not calorific.
Oh, Adolf, please; you must not
freeze;
Your old coat now discard, sir..
Napoleon was there—and gone;
The Russian climate's hard,
sir!
--Adin Ballou in the New York
Herald Tribune.
British Get More
Sugar and Fats
Despite large shipments of
sugar to Russia, Britain has in -
'creased her ration of it from
Haight ounces per week to twelve
ounces in addition to stepping up
the fat ration two ounces weekly
Until now it, too, will be twelve
ounces, the Food Ministry an-
nounces.
These, it was said, are tempo-
tary measures for the Winter'
:Months and may be withdrawn
t'suddenly if there should be
heavy military demands on our
!Shipping, or should our allies need
elepplies."
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Of These Threei.oves
By LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM
CHAPTER 16
It was late afternoon when Gil
Ilan returned to the office.
With something in her heart
that was more than a prayer, she
went iep to Simon's room.
"There's nothing—nothing of
what I feared," she assured her.
self eagerly as the box swiftly
emptied. I plight have known be
would not --Oh!"
It was the last thing in the box.
A large manila envelope, sealed
:and labeled in bold writing—"Jour-
nal of my Loves," and dated a
few weeks before the day of his
death.
Gillian stared at it, put out her
!land, drew that hand back.
"I can't," she whispered. "1
can't—and yet I mat." She pick-
ed up the envelope and tore it
open. She carried it to Sim -en's
desk, drew out the manuscript and
laid it on the blotting pact.
Without stopping, she read on
and on.
Slowly in that room she began
to vision the swift destruction of
something that had been noble
and good, something godlike and
splendid. Almost she could see
Sinton Iilligrew's face, see the
pain, the disillusionment, the hor-
ror, and she knew that he would
never completely recover front
these things.. Something would go
out of life forever, after he read
these pages.
"He shan't read them," she said
softly, tonelessly, evenly. "He
shall never see them. I am the only
one now who knows they ever
existed. Simon will never know!"
She moved quickly now, in a
panic. Site could .not bear to look
for a moment longer at that sad
and damning record that Jeffry
Clay had left. She had to put it
out of sight, hide it, destroy It
and forever after pretend that it
had never been.
But she was afraid. Perhaps the
book would be a tremendous suo
cess, perhaps it would be a sen-
sation—in fact, she was pretty
sure it would be.
She hurriedly put out the lights
and left the building.
The Third Time
She was sitting with the half -
empty tea cup when Anse came
in with a load of books.
"Here," he said, "is something,
Web z , n dei; 1x liiols,
-tereu"iinto deaths, "'c�lIra"'t" epi' yiln
so late?"
She moved her shoulders as if
shaking off s o re e oppressive
weight, then stood up and .walked
to the window and gazed out
on _the lights of the city. She
said, "I'an sorry to bother you,
Anse. Don't think I'm unhappy..
I'm not, Certainly not on my own
account. This is just—something.
It will pass. When Simon comes
back we are going to be married.
I am going to call Deb tomorrow
and tell her to come and help me
buy my trousseau. This time I'm
going to buy it."
She turned from the window.
"They say the third time does it—
eh, Anse?" She laughed softly. "I
had three lovers---Jaff, Jon and
Simon. Sounds like a riddle,
doesn't it? Jaff Is dead, Jon is
done with—there's only Simon. It
. is 'a riddle. Anse—it's a peach of
a riddle." She said good night
then and kissed bine and went to
bed.
Until To -Morrow
At the Printery there was a tele-
gram from Simon. The success
of his negotiations with the book
club officials had more than come
um to expectations. He would be
back in Montreal at five that
afternoon. Would she meet him at
the airport? And there was love
for her.
Gillian could find little happin-
ess in the day. She had so often
to pass that locked cupboard
where, deep hidden beneath the
reams of . musty paper, there lay
the story that .Jaffry Clay had
left.
In the joy of seeing Simon, tali
and smiling, his eyes searching the
crowd for her, she forgot her
troubles. He held her close to him,
and laughing, crying, she clung
to pini and said, "Oh, Simon, it's
been so lon:g!"
"Darling! 1 was hoping you'd
say 'that. It was an age for me
too. And you did miss me?"
Simon had no chance to con -
time until they were seated in
the taxi.
'•1 thought there'd be a wire
from you, Gillian. Did you go
through Jaffry's manuscripts?"
.Yes ---yes, Sinton, I—I'm afraid
there is nothing very wonderftfl
there. 1 told you not to build so
much an the hope that there
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would be a masterpiece, because
1—„
Simon was frowning, his lower
lip caught in his teeth. This had
been a blow to him, "I—I can't
understand it," he said at last. "1
had hoped so much—"
"I know, Simon. I'nl sorry. But
—but there are other things.
There will be other books, great-
er ones. And you hare enou,tf
Jeff's material anyway fol
couple of volumes. Thee s'houl
do well."
"Yes—well, we'll have • to* be
content with that. You're -all that'
matters to me, Gillian. Ohl, l• for-
got." He fished in his waistcoat
pocket. "The most important thing
—and I forgot it."
He brought out a cream color ed
box and opened it and held At
before her eyes.
"An emerald!" She gazed,.at it,
enraptured—"I love it, Simon—
love it!"
"I'll put it on your finger now
and kiss you and think you're an-
other step nearer to helongingeleee
ane."
She drew back. "I -wait until
to -mor? ow, Simon. Do you mind
waiting until then? ' It's -it's duet
that today I don't—"
"Why, what is it, Gillian? I --you
know I- could not get this before,
but you also know I'd set my
heart o'n it. I want to see : you
-wear it -Stile you must have your
reasons. I'll subiuit...Btet I'll have
the kiss."
"As many as you *ant, Sinton, i
love you.'" -"'"
e Continued)
Orate. Of Sleep
Written In WO
German
H uffzky
Russian
War Reporter Hans
Writes From The
Front:
If you stand a fewhours at -one
of our transport highways and see
what rolls by, you get again the
saltie c'?i`oking vision .. , that sleep
is the most treasured .of ail things.
What have we brought with us
in this war—munitions, arms, thou-
sands of items of supply' but
that is a mere nettling ' csie 'x
frith fibs dues w4t71Trr
115.
There are two dramas I have
seen daily' in this war. One,,'':the y„,
battle with its sound of fumy, emir-.
age and death. The other drama.isl•
the drama' of sleep. c, s
There goes the pers.onneh .of;,?at
transpoit! Twelve men are sitting
inside. .All ":twelve are sleeping,
How impossible to describe,, A
quick look just shows the criss-
cross of legs, impossible :to'untan-
gle. One at any . rate stands up
holding to the canopy. He sleeps
While he stands,„'
The extra drivel'in the cab liar
his mouth opens.„: is folded against.
his comrade at.,tie wheel. When
the column comes. +to a halt tie
driver puts his Caps; down on the
*'heel and drops bff.But one o~..
must be awaits to tell when ti
column is ready to move.
TALE TALKS
By SADIE B. CHAMBERS
Christmas Cakes
The subject of Christmas cakes
this year is very difficult far so
many ingredients are soaring in
price and Christmas cake, if it is
going to 1)5 a conte to keep, must
be rich; so I ani trying to please
all and fulfil in a general way the
requests and give you what I think
is the best variety for our space.
•ENGLISH FRUiT CAKE
1 11,. flour (browned in oven)
1 lb sugar
teaspoon salt
1 tepoon cloves, cinnamon and
nutmeg
is lb. currants (washed and
dried)
,.ixed peel (stew for ten
mminutes)
p# 1b butter
4,1bi chopped dates
lb. mixed glazed fruit
4.1b. blanched almonds
y2' ib, chopped pecans
8 eggs
cup corn syrup
teaspoon soda
lVlix and sift the browned flour,
uaar, spines and salt. Add the
"repared fruit and nuts. Add the
esillespredisselving the soda in the
e 4yrap Next add the melted butter
and the well beaten eggs. Add the
wet iugredienits to the floue very
•geadually mixing very thoroughly.
Turn into well greased pans, lined
7.th: three layers or 'greased paper.
eea.m for: font. hours and dry in
w oven for two hours or bake
stone oven for four to five hours.
WHITE FRUIT CAKE
cup white sugar (fruit sugar)
cep—,conn syrup: (white)
cup' !hitter
eggs
11) raisins (sultanas)
11),,,mixed peel
cup” flee cocoanut
3 smallbottle cherries
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 teaspoon: nutmeg
)"'1 tea -Spoon append flavoring
2 slices colored pineapple -
(chopped fine)
23 teaspoons baking powder
3 daps sifted flour
Crea e butter well, add sugar
,eandeeeeet syrup, then well beaten
eggs., Next conies the flour which
has been Sifted withthe spines.
'Add de last, mixing all very
;..thoroughly. If steamed, cook for
two hours druying in a slow oven
;fpr -hr. If baking, cook for
heurs , in -very slow, oven.
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Milk And Prot;ins
Neede,d By Britain
Food Ministry Says Question
Not of Preventing Starva-
tion But. Rebalancing Diet
The ]3riti4h lfinistry of Food en-
visions the 'united States under the
lend-lease program as a gigantic
milk can or maybe even an egg
basket, rather than the "bread-
basket” for democracies thee some
Americans aro reported talking
about
There never has been a shortage
of bread in Britain. What Britain
needs most and hones to get are
milk an da variety of protein foods.
That is the explanation, from the
Ministry's viewpoint, of a seeming
discrepancy between Prime Minis-
ter Churchill's cheerful announce-
ment that Britain's food reserves
are higher than at the outbreak
of war and warnings from United
States ofiielals that Americans
must curtail their consumption of
solve foods in order to help feed
the P.ritish nation,
"We need evaporated milk first
and above all" an authorized Min-
istry source explained. "After that
we need other foods rich in pro-
teins—•+bacon cheese, butter, other
nlitic products, beans and eggs.
Rebalancing Diet
"It isn't a matter of saving our
people from starvation but of re-
balancing their diet. particularly
among children and workers.
"It's a specialized need. We are
getting all the grain we need from
the big Empire Dominions and we
have enough of many other staples.
The foods we need so badly from
the United States are only a small
proportion of our total require-
ments, but they must fill a critical
deficiency."
An acute shortage of refrigera-
tor shipping space makes it im-
possible for Britain to obtain all
the fresh meats she could use from
the Americas or anywhere alse, so
the Food Ministry hopes the United
States will be able to supply the
missing proteins in the form of
dairy products.
:The Food Ministry looks long-
ngly but without hope at the great
citrus fruit crops across the ocean.
Like fresh meats, they, cannot
stand the voyage to Britain with-
out refrigeration, so fresh oranges,
lemons and grapefruit are likely
to remain just a memory to most
Britons until the war ends. '
z . Cakes That Go
h e1`cis fr41111 Interested renders. She
Is .pleased to receive suggestions
®nY. tiipici.' for her column. and Is
even rencly to Mien to your c'pet
i'peeves' Requests for recipes or
special :meoun are in order. Address
• "your letters to c"ll-s. Sadie R: {them
bey*. ea West Adelaide Street, To
eontee, Serol stamped. sel'r-addressed
"etr,reippe;It gnu *1..111 a; realy-
Another stop .. an eerie sound
nothing but the deep measured
breathing on a war -loaded high-
way. An eerie vision: a second
later this thousands of yards of.
sleeping highway could be a rag-
ing battlefield. And how often that
has happened in the Bourse of this
waT,
az;t Black Cat
Bobs Up Again
Oscar; the Nazi -reared blaclt cat
wbo has been the pet of three
`cvarshijis, is safe and sound, at
A- tij#1aitar but all three ships are
it'the bottom of the sea.
In fact, Oscar has been a Tonahr
i '°"flW0;navies.
]de went to sea on. the German
battleship Bismarck and was
,puled up by the British destroyer
Cossack when the Bismarck, was
sunk. He transferred from the
Cossack to the aircraft carrier.
4rk Royal but the Admiralty an-
nounced recently that the des-
troyer, teo, had been lost.'
.Now the Ark Royal is gone
and Oscar, picked up from a
drifting plank,, has survived his
third ship and his second ship -
'Wreck.
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To The Pair'ty
By: KATHARINE BAKER
Perhaps you're having an eve -
ening paxty and are looking for a
very special dessert for very
special company. Though this
'Is edge Loaf will be the high -light
of your refreshments it's quite
inexpensive and in fact, uses
only one egg.
Chocolate Fudge Cake
2 cups sifted cake flour
2 teaspoons double-acting
baking powder
cup butter or other shortening
2 squares unsweetened choco-
late, melted
1 egg, well beaten
Va teaspoon salt
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
lYt cup milk
Sift flour once, measure, add
baking powder and salt, and sift
together three times. Cream but-
ter thoroughly, add sugar gradu-
ally, and cream together until
light and fluffy. Add chocolate
and blend; then add egg and van-
illa. Add flour alternately withe
mnilk,. a small amount at a time.
Beat after each addition until
smooth. Bake in greased pan,
8 x 8 x 2 inches, in moderate
oven (325°F.) 1 hour. Cover
cake with Creole Fudge Frosting.
Creole Seven Minute Frosting
2 egg whites, unbeaten
1'/a teaspoons• light corn syrup
1% cups sugar
5 tablespoons water
1 teaspoon vanilla
Put egg whites, sugar, water
- and corn syrup in upper part of
double boiler. Beat with rotary
egg beater until thoroughly nix-
ed. Place over rapidly .boiling
water, beat constantly with rotary
egg beater, and cook 7 minutes,
cr until frosting will stand in
peaks. Remove from fire, add
vanilla, and beat until thick
enough to spread. Spread obi
cake. Melt 2 squares unsweet-
ened chocolate with 2 teaspoons.
butter, When frosting is set,
pour chocolate mixture over cake,
letting it run down on sides.
Males enough frosting to cover
tops and sides of two 9 -inch lay-
ers.
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warble: "I Don't Want to Set
the World on Fire," needn't
worry. They won't.
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WIER RESU•1: :„ •
It's the double-act:o i of
Calumet Baking Powder that
permits you to use less, and
still get better results.
Calumet gives continuous
leavening—during mixing and
in the oven. Easy, opening,
won't -spill container, with
bandy measuring device under
the lid. AND THE PRICE
IS SURPRISINGLY LOW.
Does Not Lindbergh
Remember Kindness?
I wonder if Canadians who lis-
ten in on C. B. C. heard Merrow
some weeks ago on .a' Sunday
broadcast? He did the most do-
feating thing for Lindbergh that
I have ever heard. I quote: "A
last word. This evening a friend
and •myself were walking through
a quiet village in ICent. We were
passing, a charming house set in
soft gardens. The gate was open.
It was twilight and dim lights
shone from windows. My friend
suggested we walk up to the
house. Then he suggested that we
look through a window. We did.
A long room, diin-Iit, two long
rows of small cots in which chil-
dren slept with their small arms
raised around their pillows. A
nurse in white cap sat under a
quiet light reading a book. It
was the emblem of peace in war—
torn England." There was a stop
in Mr. Merrow's broadcast. Then
he said: "I thought that ..Charles
Lindbergh would like to know
that it was the house he •sought
refuge in — when England gave
him sanctuary. Good -night."
EVA RUPERTA .BRYAN.
Milvi]le, Paget West, Bermuda.
—Toronto Saturday Night.
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in colourful
Holiday Wrappers
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