SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
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Friday, October 24, 1941
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As Smith and Jones were wait
ing at the bus atop, a passer-by
stopped and usked Jones the time,
Jones did not reply.
After the stranger hud passed
on. Smith asked:
"Why didn't you answer him?”
‘‘Well, it's (his way," Jones re
plied. "If I'd told him the time,
he might have got chatting, und
in the end I might have asked him
home to supper.
"There he might huve met my
daughter and they might have
fallen in love. Finally they might
huve got married.
"And let me tell you, I don’t
want a fellow for my son-in-law
who can’t afford to buy u watch,”
Jluetet C
W.N.U.Service
INSTALLMENT THIRTEEN—The Story So Far
This is the story of an American fam-
By tn the depression years. Laura Ma
guire. wife of Mike, happy-go-lucky edi
tor and mayor of Covington, la mother
•f four children:
Tom. whose real estate job in the big
eity nearby peters out and he returns to
• smaller job in Covington after sepa
rating from Mary Etta, his wife, sec
retary to a big shot, who refusas to give
e
CHAPTER XVIII— Continued
up her job.
Alec, who can't set a job end is run
ning around with a flashy divorcee. On
a bet. he dates Lou Knight, the town
drunk's daughter.
Shirley, engaged to Jaird Newsum.
who is out ot work since his father gave
up his factory to stop losses Ma New
sum wants him to marry Connie Mays,
the banker's daughter.
"Where do we go from here?"
demanded Connie.
The fire was no longer theatrical
•nd Connie was ready to move on to
something else. But Shirley had only
one desire. To get away. Away
from the sight of Connie Mays’ thin
predatory hands which were always
touching Jaird caressingly.
’’I'm hungry.” announced Lance
Ferguson suddenly.
Connie leaped at any excuse to
prolong the evening. "So am I.”
she said.
"I could eat a boiled
cow."
Shirley sighed.
“There isn’t a decent sandwich
Joint in town since Bill's place sold
out,” objected Jaird.
"You're telling us," gibed Connie.
Shirley hesitated.
"You can all come home with me
If you like,” she said wearily. "I
can always find something in the
old Ice box."
"Saved!” exclaimed Lance with
enthusiasm. "Shirley’s got the world
beat at working up a snack.”
"Sure she has,” agreed Jaird In
a tired, cross voice. "And every
body’s imposed on her that way for
years. But I happen to know that
Shirley has to wash up after the
jamboree. And I don’t suppose she
enjoys having the dirty work pushed
off on her any more than you
would.”
“Sorry I can’t ask you to our
house.” Connie declared coolly, “but
cook simply blows a fuse if anybody
messes around in her kitchen. And
that’s one thing Mother will not
stand for. We can turn the hose on
the grand piano and build a fire
under the family portraits, but God
help anyone who offends our cook!”
“I guess it’s up to you, Shirley,”
murmured Lance.
“It Is not,” said Jaird sharply.
"We’ll try Joe’s.”
"That dump!” objected Connie.
"It’s no worse than the rest”
Only that wasn't saying much.
Joe's Sandwich Shop was con
veniently located on the main high
way at the edge of town but it
had little else'to recommend it Joe
himself was a small wilted unhappy
looking Italian who came hurriedly
out of his living quarters at the rear
where he had evidently been asleep.
They sat down at stools before the
long dingy counter because the ta
bles in the -front were discouraging
ly spotty.
"Did you ever try putting your
cold drinks on ice, Joe?” com
plained Connie with
irritation.
"Wow! This tastes like dish water.”
Joe again spread apathetic hands.
"No make money. Glad sell out.
Anybody wanta buy nice sandwich
joint reasonable?”
“God forbid!” cried Connie, and
Lance sniggered.
"Money could be made in a place
like this if it was run right," pro
tested Jaird.
"Man and wife make living here
if both work,” contributed Joe. "Me,
I do verra well before Margarita
die.” His black eyes looked sudden
ly tragic. "Since she go I no got
heart to keep things right. I want
to get away. Make fresh start. Two
hundred dollars and I walk out door.
Leave everything. Stove, stools, ta
bles, Ice box and good bed and
shower bath in back room.”
"There’s your chance, Jaird,” gig
gled Connie.
"Provided that I had two hundred
dollars, which I haven't,” be said.
"No buy?" inquired Joe with dis
appointment.
Connie and Lance laughed. Only
Shirley didn't laugh. All the way
home Connie was witty at Jaird’s
expense. She said if he bought Joe
out he might some day become the
Hamburger King of Covington.
CHAPTER XIX
It was like Connie to maneuver
so as to drop Shirley before she did
the others. Her lovely face was
white when she walked into the liv
ing room. Laura was waiting up for
Mike. She explained almost curtly
about Lou. Shirley stared at her.
"Alec's been running around with
her. Oh, Mother.”
Laura's eyebrows puckered,
"I
hope by morning I can think it’s
funny,” she said, grimly.
Shirley sighed.
“You must get
terribly tired of us sometimes, ■1-
ways stirring up a fresh batch of
trouble for you to worry over.”
Laura glanced at her curiously.
"It’s better to live with difficulty
than stagnate.”
"Yes, oh, yes!” cried the girl in
a stifled voice.
She turned away, but not before
Laura had seen her eyes.
"You do remind me of Great-
grandmother Ashe,” said Laura sud
denly.
She walked over to the old-fash
ioned desk In one corner and, open
ing a drawer, took out a small faded
miniature. It had originally been
worn on a gold chain. But the frail
links had long since been broken
and lost. The painting was blurred
•
•
with age. yet Shirley might have
sat for the lovely sensitive girl who
looked back at her from the nar
row filagree frame.
"She was rather remarkable,
wasn't she. Mother?”
Laura carefully did not look at
her daughter.
"She was a great belle back in
Virginia. But she fell in love with
Great-grandfather Ashe who had
nothing except youth and a fiery
heart to recommend him. Her par
ents promised to disinherit her if she
married him
But she did. They
had two saddle horses and a bag of
cheap trinkets between them when
they eloped to the West. He started
a small trading post. She lived in
the rear and clerked in the store.
She bore him five children and her
family never spoke to her again al
though Great-grandfather built up
one of the largest mercantile busi
nesses in the Southwest and died a
comparatively rich man. She spent
her later years in a mansion. She
always looked fragile and useless.
But to the last she said she was
happiest when she cooked and
scrubbed for her man and sold flour
and sugar and coffee between times
over a counter."
Shirley looked fixedly at her moth
er. "Would you have let anything
keep you from marrying Mike?"
"Nothing short of sudden death,”
said Laura.
Shirley turned away but she took i
the miniature with her. She fell
asleep with it against her cheek.
• • • • • • •
Alec Maguire was down to break
fast with the rest the following
Kathleen, society editor on her fa-
there paper, who thinks her father and
Rttchla Graham, hit aialitant. are fool
ish to invita Mays' threat to break the
paper. At a swim in Ing party aha la
aaved by Ritchie, who tells her ha lovea
her She says she hates him. At a Ara
tn the tenement district. Alec sees the
town drunk die rescuing a crippled boy.
He takes Lou to his mother's homa.
•
fair thing to do with a homeless
waif which one’s son had dragged up
on one's doorstep Shirley gave her
mother a strangely wistful look, but
for once Laura was too preoccupied
to notice.
“Can't I make the beds upstairs,
Mrs. Maguire?” inquired Lou tim-
idly.
"Yes of course, if you like.” ■sid
Laura.
Shirley turned away. She took
the short cut across the vacant lot.
It was a warm May morning but
Shirley's hands felt cold. The dia
HALLOWEEN TRICKS FOR OCTO II I K S FtVORIll PARTY
mond on her ring finger flashed in
(See Recipes Below.)
the sun. Shirley regarded it som
berly. The jeweler in the shop down
WITCHES’ NIGHT OCT
Tills WEEK'S MENU
town looked unhappy.
"I'm sorry, but diamonds are very
Spooks and fun while the goblins,
Halloween Itefrcahnienla
cheap right now. A drug on the black cats and ghosts make merry—
•Hot
Cheese and Hum Sand
market. I can’t offer you a fourth
isn't that an in
of what the stone cost a few years
wiches. Club Style
spiration to have
back.” he said.
Cider
Doughnuts
Coffee
one grand, merry
"How much?" asked Shirley.
party before the
Apples
Nuts
Grupes
Her lips felt dry and stiff. She was
winter sets in?
•Witches’ Cake
taking a lot of things for granted. It
Come, let's plan,
Orange Ice Cream
stew and brew
was possible she was making a hid
•Recipe Given
eous blunder.
and set the
witches'
cauldron
"Diamonds will come back as
boiling and bub- together until light Add egg yolks,
strong as ever some day. Ara you
bling!
sure you want to sell?"
beat well, then chocolate and blend
DOUBLE ENJOYMENT
"How much?"
You’ll need hearty sandwiches. well. Add flour alternately with milk
and
beat
well
each
time.
Beat
un
plentiful
and
hot
since
the
weath
"A hundred and ■ quarter.”
when you uio CLABBER GIRL
Shirley stared at him dully. It er's slightly nipped with frost. Of til smooth, add vanilla, and fold in
was not enough. She bit back a sob. course you’ll have cider and dough egg whites. Buke in two greased 9-
Results count, but so does
What a fool she had been to think nuts because they're wedded togeth inch layer pans in a moderate
cost ... so, millions of women
this might be the way out She er and traditional. To top it off, (350 degrees) oven. Ice with:
choose Clabber Girl Baking.
Powder. They choose it first for
must have been mad last night. have a witches' cake, a chocolaty,
Seven Minute Frosting.
its absolute dependability, for
Then suddenly she thought of a girl honest - to • goodness devil’s food,
2 egg whites
the pleasure it adds to home
in a miniature, a proud, lovely fas moist and crumbly, and perhaps one
l*a cups sugar
baking. And, they choose it be
tidious girl who had let nothing balk of those pumpkin shaped molds of
4 tablespoons water
cause its remarkable economy
ice cream, or at least orange ice.
her of her birthright
Hi teaspoons vanilla
at retches the food budget.
to carry out October’s orange ■nd
"All right” said Shirley sharply,
H teaspoon cream of tartar
black
color
scheme.
Double enjoyment, indeed, when
and tucked the crisp new bills Into
Put
egg
whites,
water,
sugar,
In
you
use Clabber Girl: Bigger
the
The
party
starts
as
soon
as
her hand-bag.
value when you buy . . . Better
invitations are sent out These can top of double boiler and set over
Joe, the small mournful-eyed Ital
results when you bake ... You
boiling water
Bcut constantly for
ian, glanced up quickly from the be pumpkin, black cat or cauldron seven minutes with rotary beater
pay lees for Clabber Girl, but
shaped,
made
double
with
the
invi
counter which he was listlessly wip
you use no more. Order a can of
then
remove
from
Are
Add
vanilla
tation written on the inside. Send
Clabber Girl from your grocer
ing with a grimy cloth.
and
cream
of
tartar
and
beat
until
them early so your guests won't
today.
"You think maybe you buy me make other plans. The more, the of consistency to spread.
Marsh
out?” he cried eagerly. "Gee, that merrier.
mallows (about 12 to 15) cut in
swell! Man in here early this morn
Twirl some streamers of orange pieces may be added.
ing see about same thing. But he
Speaking of luscious cakes, there's
and
black crepe paper around the
no got money enough.”
room, bring out the frayed straw another type of cake which will be
Shirley’s lips tightened. She didn't
hats, checked shirts, and grand just as much of a
explain that she hadn't enough mon mother's costumes from that trunk success either at
ey either Joe was undoubtedly ea
your
Halloween
in the attic. All set? Here we go:
BAKING POWDER
ger to unload and people in a pinch
party or
cake
•Sandwiihes.
have been known to take less. She
sale, As different
These can be made on the buffet from a chocolate
let him show her around. But she
did not pay a lot of attention to Joe's or at the table if you have a sand cake
as
night
Saying Nothing
sales argument She used her own wich toaster. If made in the kitchen from day. is this
In general those who nothing
Have assorted light. tender Sil-
eyes. The location was good. The use the broiler.
have to say contrive to spend the
small frame building stood just out bread, butter, plaee cheese on first ver Moon cake,
longest time in doing it.—Lowell.
side the town on the busiest high layer, then another slice of buttered IU velvety tex
bread,
then
a
slice
of
ham.
and
top
way and there was ample parking
ture ts no trick it
space. A big water oak made a with a slice of bread. Toast, cut in you use a good shortening
graceful sunshade. A small spring, three, and fasten with toothpicks.
cream it well
discouraged by rubbish, bubbled at
To bewitch your family and guests
Silver Moon Cake.
the side.
completely serve them a cake with
•4
cup
shortening
She had to admit that the interior that agreeable
SLOW YOU UP
1*4 cups granulated sugar
of the place was depressing. Dingy, melt - in - your -
• When bowels arc •luggilh and you fee!
2
cups
sifted
cake
flour
mouth
quality.
dirty and unattractive. But she had
irritabla, headachy and i««rything you
2*4 teaspoons baking powder
a stubborn conviction that a good Measure the in
do ii an effort, do as mllitm do — chow
*4
teaspoon
salt
FEENAM1NT, the modem chewing
scouring and a few buckets of paint gredients careful
1 teaspoon almond extract
gum laxative. Simply chew FEENA-
would work miracles. The range ly so you'll attain
MINT before you go to bed—sleep with
*s cup milk
was in good shape, only it too need that feathery
out being divturlted—neat morning gentle,
5 egg whites
thorough relief, helping you feel swell
ed a thorough cleaning. The cook lightness so es
Cream shortening and sugar until again, full of your normal pep. Try
ing utensils were burned black, the sential to a good
FEEN A MINT. Tastes good, ia handy
china chipped and ugly, the glasses cake, After the Icing is spread on light, then add milk and sifted dry and
economical. A generous family supply
heavy and dull.
Lank dispirited the cake, make decorations with ingredients alternately, beating aft
er each addition until smooth. Fold
curtains flapped dejectedly at fly- melted chocolate.
in stiffly beaten whites and flavor
specked windows.
•Witches’ Cake.
ing last. Bake in three layers in a
The back room had evidently de
(Devil's Food)
moderate (375 degrees) oven, 25
generated into a catchall for junk
Best Chance
2 cups sifted cake flour
minutes. Frost with a butter frost-
during Joe's sketchy term of house
There is in the worst of for
2 teaspoons double acting baking
ing:
keeping. But among the litter and
tune the best of chances for *
powder
Uncooked Butter Icing.
dirt and confusion Shirley unearthed
happy change.—Euripides.
% teaspoon soda
t
a good iron bed, a cheap pine dress
V« cup butter
Vi teaspoon salt
er, a couple of sturdy chairs and an
2 cups powdered sugar
*4 cup butter or shortening
unpainted kitchen table, to say noth
tablespoons hot milk
1 cup sugar
ing of a convenient clothes closet
1 teaspoon lemon or almond
now stuffed with old bottles and
2 egg yolks, well beaten
flavoring
rags.
3 squares unsweetened chocolate,
Cream butter and shortening, add
melted
Shirley stood for a long time on
milk and blend until smooth. Add
Sl*C«
«0-J
the rear step.
flavoring. For variation, add 2*4
lVi cups milk
IN FtATHSWSV^ ***W ***”*“
squares semi-sweet chocolate melt
Was she insane? She didn’t know.
1 teaspoon vanilla
ed before blending in milk. Flavor
But she had an idea everyone would
2 egg whites, stiffly beaten
chocolate icing with vanilla.
think so. Joe insisted that if a man
Sift flour once, measure, add bak
and his wife both worked, they could ing
,
A cake that wins a place in the
Sharp Wits Cut
powder, salt and soda. Sift to
make a living in the place. Shirley *
Sharp wits, like sharp knives, da
gether three times. Cream butter Hall of Fame is this spice cake
thought of her Great-grandmother ( thoroughly, add sugar, and cream without which no cake sale is com often cut their owners’ fingers.—
Ashe who had clerked In a store
plete. But it isn't just an ordinary Arrowsmith.
and made a home behind it. Some
spice cake for it has the subtle Ha
how Shirley felt that she too could
vor of bananas combined with th <■
pioneer if only Jaird agreed. But
spices:
LYNN SAYS:
would he? Her throat ached. Had
Spice Cake.
he rather go on as they were going?
A Halloween party can be a
(Makes three 9-inch layers
Tortured,
miserable,
frustrated!
success without the least fuss.
tydickfy «le
*4 cup butter
Burning up their love with futility.
First of all, decorations and ta
cups brown sugar
2
LIQUID
She did not know. He might sneer
ble settings don’t have to be
4 eggs
at this solution to their problem. He
letter perfect, for you can have
NOI! DROPS
1 cup milk
might prefer to be a parasite on
COUGH DROPS
the most fun in the midst of the
1
teaspoon each, cinnamon, nutmeg
his father the rest of his life.
basement or barn decorated with
*4 teaspoon each, allspice, cloves
WNU—13
sheaves of cornstalk, pumpkin
Jaird was not lazy. But he was
2*4 cups flour
proud and sensitive. And peddling
faces, rakes, hoes and goblins
3 teaspoons baking powder
hamburgers with his wife’s assist
made of sheets.
2 bananas, mashed fine
ance was a far cry from the role he
For your table use a large
Cream together the butter and
had meant to play In life. Then
piece of burlap or cotton sacks
sugar
until light and fluffy,
Add
there was Connie Mays who asked
sewed together and dyed scarlet
beaten egg yolks and bananas and
• For,in our town.. . soil towns
nothing but a chance to marry Jaird
or gold. A centerpiece of pump
like ours clear across the country
blend well. Sift together the dry in
and convulse him with luxury. Con
kin with candles inside the hol
. . . there's a steady revolution
gredients twice. Add them alter
nie’s husband would automatically
low or fruit and burnished au
going on.Changes in dress styles
nately with the milk, beating smooth
become vice president of her fa
tumn leaves will bring cheers.
and food prices . . . the rise of a
after
each
addition.
Last,
fold
in
hat
crown . . .the fall of furni
ther’s bank or something equally
Write fortunes and place them
egg whites. Bake in three layer
ture prices-these matters vitally
scintillating. Shirley’s slim throat
in apples or nuts. Play pin the
affect our living ... And the news
pans, in a moderate (350 degrees)
locked. Was she a fool to think
tall on the cat. Bob for apples.
is ably covered in advertisements.
oven,
for
35
to
40
minutes.
Ice
be
Jaird might prefer her to all that?
Have target practice with bean
• Smart people who like to be
tween layers with a double recipe
In the front room she heard Joe
shooters. Dance the Virginia Reel
up-to-the-minute in living and
of the Seven minute Icing or Choco
exclaiming excitedly, “Back again?
and other square dances if your
current events, follow advertise
late
flavored
uncooked
icing.
For
a
Maybe you raise the money.”
floor can stand it—all amid plenty
ments as closely aa headlines.
fruity spice cake, ’4 cup raisins and
“I couldn’t”
of black and orange crepe paper.
• They know what’a doing in
*4 cup nuts may be added with the
Shirley could not see the speaker,
America ... and they also know
Halloween's the time for all this
flour.
where money buys most!
but she recognized the voice and her
noisy fun.
heart backed up. It was Jaird.
(Released by Western Newiqaipcr Union.;
(TO BE CONTINUED)
So good
So reasonable
CLABBER GIRL
CONSTIPATION
The CiriI was anything but
laughable.
morning. Laura found him at the
table when she and Shirley brought
in the toast. Tom and Mike were
eagerly discussing the small model
homes Tom hoped to build and sell
in Covington. Apparently Alec was
absorbed in their conversation. Ac
tually he was listening painfully for
a step on the stairs. Laura saw
him go quite white when he heard
Lou's voice.
They all did their best to put Lou
at her ease. But she answered only
in monosyllables and rarely raised
her eyes from her plate. Even Mike
could not charm a smile to her small
wan face. She never looked at Alec
and he was unusually silent But
Laura felt him watching them all
fiercely as if he was afraid someone
would laugh. Laura's heart ached.
The girl was anything but laugh
able.
Kathleen and Tom and Mike went
off to work together. Laura thought
Tom looked ghastly, as if he hadn’t
slept. Lou timidly offered to help
clear the table. It was Laura’s in
stinct to refuse. Everything in her
resented the girl. But Alec's eyes
glared at her with feverish plead
ing, and so Laura swallowed hard
and said of course Lou could assist
with the dishes. Alec snatched up
his hat and announced he had to see
a man about a dog. He vanished
toward town. Lou's eyes followed
him out of sight as if she longed to
run after him and beg him not to
desert her.
Laura sighed. It was Impossible
not to feel sorry for the poor child.
She was so painfully shy, so fear
ful of arousing displeasure. Every
time Laura spoke, Lou started. Once
she dropped a cheap teacup and
broke it Her distress was embar
rassing. Laura was not used to be
ing treated like an ogre. But it
was plain that Lou was terrifled of
her. She wanted to help with the
housework, but she was too nervous
to be anything but awkward. Laura
began to feel a little distracted.
"I’m going to town, Mother," ■aid
Shirley when they had finished with
the kitchen.
Laura nodded absently. She was
wondering what on earth was the
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