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About The Willamina times. (Willamina, Yamhill County, Oregon) 1909-1972 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1931)
Thursday, May 21. 1031 TIMES. WILLAMINA. OREGON T h e C h ild r e n ’s C o r n e r Page 5 ►♦♦♦»♦»»»♦♦»oo»»»»»»» ♦♦•»♦♦♦»♦»♦♦♦♦♦♦+♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦«♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦♦+»»♦» M »»e»»ee»»»»»»»»»j Shrine at Rome Where Italy’s Unknown Soldier Lies K M IIe « b r D O B O T B Y K » J M O ! V D I Jog along Tale» CHARTER S IT H a faw backward look« at the Industrious ants repairing their •atato, the boy and the Jogulong hur ried on. “Hello,** suddenly exclaimed the Jogalong. “There’s something be ginning.** "Where, oh where?" cried tha boy, Both the Jogalong and the boy had seated themselves upon the ground, cross-legged, the Jogalong took from one of his Inside pockets a curious pair of spectacles. "Here, Boy,” he said, “If you put these on you’ll be able to see all that 1 ran soe. They're Curiosity Kpecta cles and my, the things you can see through them are quite beyond all understanding." “Oh. thank you, U r. Jogalong," re plied the boy. “You are very kind, but why are we sitting here? 1 thought you said something was about to begin to happen.” "And there It la," replied the Jog- F ru it P u zzle W SUPERSTITIOUS • « * SUE ♦ • • HER BRO TH ER B IL L H A » TOLD HER T H A T — If a poker player should hold “threer" three times In succession . . . be may as well quit for the night be cause that’s a sign he will loee from then on. < • by M cC lare N ew ip eae r S yndicate.t «W N U Service t T b e a m p ly apucaa a ra to ba Aliad w ith la tta ra th a t sp all tha nam es o t w a ll-k n o w n fr u its , and th a la tte rs a l re a d y Io th a squares ma.** At Io a s - a c tly . along. "Ix>ok at that green thing In front of you." “Why—thnt’a only a plant,” said the boy with a touch of disappoint ment In his voice. " T h a t ca n’t do a n y th in g but grow, you know.” " In d e e d ? ” an swered the Jog along. "And did you ever In your whole life see anything grow before? Did you? Why, of course, you didn’t You may hava aeen something start to grow or even completely grown, but without those Curiosity Spectacles you could never actually see anything grow. Pot them on. Boy. You shall see that growing la no easy thing after a lt" And sure enough, when he put on the Curiosity Spectacles he could see wonderful things happening to the plant Slowly the brown earth around It was rolling away, grain by grain, as If something underneath were squirm ing Its way to the top. The green shoot pushed and pushed with great effort to free Itself from the ground. "See,” said the boy. "It'» all made of tiny veins and chambers. And somebody must be pumping from un der the ground, for water Is running up and up and up through the veins. Oh, where Is It all going?” “O u t” said the Jogalong. "Out, where?” asked the boy, look ing at him In aatnnlshment. “Out Into the air,” said the Jog along very knowingly. "After It runs through the veins, the plant Is through with I t for It has given up all the Tearing down of antiquated structures which surround i t has resulted In the emergence Into full view for the first time of thia magnificent national shrine of Italy at Home, Italy's unknown soldier Ilea within the monument food It contained and It must go out to make room for a fresh supply which la also full of food. Can you see those roots reaching In all direc tions? And can you see those tiny hairs on the roots? Tbe water la tak en In from the earth by those hairs and once Inside the roots It flows np, up and up, as you see. Wonderful, Isn’t i t r “Yea,” said the boy thoughtfully, “but— ” “No buts about It," said the Jog along. “I know what you are think ing. You can’t see any food in the water! Isn't that it?” “Well. 1 can’t ” said the boy. " If there la food In It why can't I see It with these glasses?” "Because,” said the Jogalong, "It was all dissolved by the tiny hairs and thoroughly mixed with the mois ture drops before It was allowed Into the roots. What was good for the plant was taken In and wbat was not was very carefully left out. Wise cr«tfurea, plants 1 Never eat things th a n are not good for them. Look again. Boy. now what do yon see?" 8lowly and grandly, as a peacock unfurls its gorgeous tall, the boy watched a purple flower spread out Its petals to dry In the sun. "Isn’t It beautiful,” said the boy. “I ’ve often seen flowers like that In my garden but they always seem to grow without anyone seeing them. I think that flower la an Irla, Isn’t It?" "Yes, It Is, Boy, and so delicate that If you touch its petals, you will bruise it .” Hello, there! Look at old Mr. Centi pede. He's over on his back again. What happened next la in the next Jogalong tale. tC opyrtshL»— W N U Service. 1 Why Boys Leave Home „ O T W BY » m i n JO CARCHIBALD (II ill Good Things the Family W ill Like By NELLIE MAXWELL! " F o r g e t each kind ness th a t you do As soon as you h ave dons It. F o r e s t th a p ra is e « h a t f a lls to you T h e m o m e n t you h ava w on It. R e m e m b e r e v e ry kind ness dons T o w h a te ’e r Its m easure. R e m e m b e r p ra is e by o th e rs won A nd pass I t on w ith p le a s u re .” GOOD ox tall soup la a favorite A dish with many. The following stew Is worth adding to the card In dex : Ox Tall Stew. Wash the short lengths of ox tall and brown In Its own fat. Cook two chopped onions In two tnblespoonfuls of butter, add to the meat with two and one-half quarts of water. Sim mer until the meat Is tender. A half hour before serving add four diced carrots, two diced turnips and one large potato, two leaspoonfuls of Wor cestershire sauce, two teaspoonfuls of sugar, salt and pepper to taste. When the vegetables are soft thicken the stew with flour and water mixed to a paste. Cool until well thickened. Cape Cod Chowder. Anyone ma) have this chowder If It Is made of salt fish. Soak a pound or less of salt flsh In warm water, drain and fluke. Prepare half a dozen po tatoea, peeled and sliced, three onions and fry a half-pound cube of salt pork cut Into the finest of cubes, until brown, add tbe sliced onion and cook until light yellow, then add the pota toes and cover with boiling water and cook until tender, adding the flsh about ten minutes before the cooking Is finished. A little parsley Is liked for seasoning, adding salt If needed and one quart of rich milk. Bring to tbe boiling point and pour over milk crackera which have been softened In boiling water. Serve In soup pistes piping hot. («1 t « I l W u t i r n N o r t M M r U alo a.t (W N U Ser-Tira.) Down One Day, Up the Next 1« II JEAN NEWTON* I Will Try to Fly With Bat-Like Wings H W Adolph Mats, asslstnnl to Mme. Helene Alberti, who Is working on n means of self-propulsion through the nlr In experiments based on a Greek theory of cosmic motion, giving a demonstration with the aid of bat-llke wings al Brookl 'iu, Mass. H A TE V E It there may he of In terest or helpfulness In what I am about to tell should bring credit not upon to me, hut to a render who Is Its real author. M) part In It con sists merely of transcribing what she told me. A sweet-faced, white-haired little woman Is Mrs. James Gray. You would have thought, as I did, par tlculnrly of her sweetness. It she hnp pened to be telling you. as she told me, of a courageous fight which she and her husband have been wuging against vicissitudes and adversity, with no more suggestion of complaint or discontent than Is she were relating any ordinary sequence of events. Had It not been for her husband’s long Illness, which ate up about all they had been able to save and pre vented his going back to what for so many years bad been his work, there would be no story. "Of course, he could not go back to that type of work.” said Mrs. Gray, "and It Is not easy for a mbldleaged man to get an opportunity to start work ift something new to him. So try as he might, he was without work for a long time. "And then. Just as we were about at the end of our rope, he had an Idea. It was to aturt a lunch wagon up there on the hill. You see what made that particularly nice wns (hat 1 could help him with the work. Well, he got the wagon and It ‘went’ wonderfully. I (forked with him and we were very happy. That was for a while. Then It acemed other people got the Idea GIBUSAGJ?, and other lunch wagons, bigger, better equipped, newer ones, began coming In right close to us. That wasn’t so good hut we stuck and managed to get along. But Inst year the neighbor hood changed. The gas works came In, and spoiled everything, and we had to give up the wagon. “So we are looking around again for something to da But I don’t feel badly about IL You see we have no children, only ourselves to look out for. and we'll always get along some how." And then Mrs. Gray gave me this little kernel of thought “Whenever I feel myself getting the least bit dis couraged,” she said, '’there Is one thought that always helps me. You know how you will see for a long time a row of old. ramshackle build ings on a certain street, and then one day after you haven t been there for a while you suddenly And them gone and a row of beautiful, new tall build ings In their place? Well, that's the wuy we humuns are—down one day and up the next. And If we’re down todny It only means we'll be up to morrow !" "The worst of traffic tangle«,** aaya Flapper Fannie, "occur on lonely roade after the car le parked.” <A » M l. B ell S y n d ic a te .I— W N U Service. I think there Is enough of benefit to all of us In that thought to war rant n vote of thanks to Mrs. Gray. <(& I N I . Bell Syndicate.» — W N U Service,
