Thursday, July 9, 1942
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DON ROBINSON
WASTERS
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Our nation la attempting to dis
prove the old theory that people
can't live off nt their own fat.
Having been cut off from our
source of supply for many of the
materials vital to war production,
we are trying to feed the hungry
machines of war by picking up
the scrap which spilled over from
our lavish peace-time tables.
We can no longer obtain rubber
from our former 10,000-miie-awuy
source of supply, so we are gather
ing It up from our own baekyards
We can no longer get fata and
oils from the Far East, so we are
coltecUng them from the kitchens
of American homes.
We are unable to dig Iron out
of the earth fast enough to quench
war's thirst for steel, so we are
amassing quantltes of it from the
scrap piles on top of the earth.
It seems to be proving fortunate
that we have been the world's
greatest nation of wasters. If it
had been otherwise—if we had been
too thrifty with materials in the
past—many of our war production
machines would now be on the
verge of starvaUon.
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
I an excellent source of vitamin C,
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Miss Case alio suggests a rneth-
c I for < annir>x these berries In a
manner economical of sugar and
winch will minimize or e.iminate
the separation of the berries from
, the juice by floating on top of the
With fruit conservation a patri jar. Io eliminate this floating she
otic fluty thia year, gleaning th«- suggests handling the fresh ber
strawberry fields tor the smaller ries as soon after they aie hulled
late berries is one way to help ax poiilble, after which they are
While these berries take longer boiled briefly not more than two
to pick and piepare, they are re or three minutes In hot syrup
ally sweeter and have more of the ami let stand over night in a cov
true struwberry flavor and arom.i ered pan.
The syrup suggested under pres
than the larger, earlier berries,
points out Miss Lucy A. Case, ex <-nt sugar restrictions is 25 j er
tension specialist in nutrition ut cent strength, made by adding
I one-half cup sugar to l*a cups
Oregon Htate college
Incidentally, strawberries are water. It takes about one to 1 %
Canned Berries
In Late Season
Have Best Flavor
CHAPTER I
Keep Tab as They Nip the Nips
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BUNGLING . . responsibility
I'll be glad to agree with any
body who says there has been an
enormous amount of bungling by
government officials In getting the
scrap in and in handling rationing.
But no matter how much of a
mess the officials may make of it,
that is no excuse whatsoever for
us to relax in doing our part.
We know our country must have
rubber. We know it can't get rub
ber from foreign sources or through
synthetic processes in time to fill
war needs, let alone civilian needs.
The only possibility of coming close
to filling our war needs is for us
to turn in millions of tons of the
rubber we have in our homes.
The plan for trying to get this
scrap rubber in between June 15
and June 30 can compete with the
gasoline rationing system and the
sugar rationing fiasco for the gov
ernment's prlxe bungle of the year.
Asking people in the East to take
their rubber to gasoline stations,
when M per cent of the stations
were closed because they didn't
have any gas to sell, is only one of
the outstanding qualifications this
plan boasts for winning the prize.
But if the government pulls a
boner like that we can't just sit
beck and laugh or swear about it
and toss our rubber back into the
cellar.
If the government can't
figure out bow to get rubber from
us, we must figure out how to get
it to the government.
We know there is a rubber fam
ine Whether the officials help us
or bold us back, we must figure
out how to get our rubber where it
is needed in the quickest possible
time.
THRIFT .... conservation
It is lucky that we have been
wasters. But it Will be the most
tragic thing that ever happened to
us if we continue. We must now
change overnight and become us
thrifty as the most joked about
Scotchman.
A friend of mine who visited in
Germany way back in 1924 told me
of the great respect for materials
which the Germans showed even
then. When he started to throw a
piece of string in a waste basket,
a German told him, "We don't
throw things like that away here."
He found the Germans were trained
to conserve every scrap of metal,
rubber and other materials which
Americans have always tossed
away without a second thought.
It's going to be hard for us to
learn to save things like a piece of
string, a rusty can. old rubber
heels, the dog's rubber bone,
broken hammers and dull razor
blades. But unless we all do this
as if our life depended on it right
now, we may find, when it is too
late, that our lives actually did de
pend on it
The seven tiny Hags of the Rising Nun of Japan represent the total
Jap planes sent plummeting earthward by l.leut. E. Scott McCaakey I in
plane). Ensign George Henry Gay Is the official s< ore keeper for l.leu-
trnanl McCuskey. and Is shown at the left. With pilots like McC'uskey
the u. N. Is showing the Japs who controls the air, and in recent bailies
with the Nlppwaese. American airmen were far superior.
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Contrast in Ancient Cairo
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Quite a contrast Is furnished by these two vehicles proceeding
down a Cairo street—an American jeep car, being driven by Master
Nergt. Kindle Walston of Louisville. Ky.. overtakes an Egyptian donkey
cart. Since then this jeep car has undoubtedly seen much sterner action,
aa Field Marshal Erwin Rommel's mechanised forces have swept to
wards the Sues.
See Record Farm Output
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NEW YORK . . . Kansas
Rural America, all figures show,
is doing a much better job in get
ting in the scrap than are the peo
ple of the cities.
One reason for that is that coun
try people have more scrap—but
the chief reason is that country
people are better Americans than
a lot of metropolitanites. In the
cities the people do a lot of patri
otic shouting, but in the country
there is much more patriotic act
ing.
The states of New York and
Pennsylvania were probably the
most anxious to get into this war
before it started. The states of
Kansas and Montana were among
the anti-war leaders. But now that
we are in the war and the future
of our country is at stake, it's those
isolationist states which are really
doing a job and the "big-talk"
cities are merely talking louder.
As I write this column, the latest
scrap figures show the people of
Kansas have turned in 20 times
as much rubber per person as the
people of New York, and the people
of Montana (Isolationist Wheeler’s
state) have turned in 80 times as
much per person as the people of
Pennsylvania.
If the figures were broken down
further, they would probably show
rural New York and Pennsylvania
doing their share. But so far a lot
of the city people seem to be just
standing on the sidelines cheering
as the rest of the country goes to
war.
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Total farm output for 1M2 Is likely to be far above average and may
break all records. Prices are higher than in 1941, although some prod
ucts have declined during recent months. Cash farm income during
the first half of the year was the largest on record. If conditions re
main favorable, farmers will receive approximately >300 more per farm
for the 8,000,000 farms of the country.
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Thia Is a kind of salmon that
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It was about midday when Dave
Bruce reined in his bay gelding
und looked down into the valley be
low. For miles it seemed to extend,
gradually rising up to the continua
tion of the mountain chain that
walled it off from the badlands and
the desert.
Immediately beneath him Dave
saw one of the most prosperous-
looking ranches that he had ever
set eyes upon. There was the ranch
house, the cluster of trim build
ings on either side of it. the long
bunkhouse, the corrals with
straight fence-posts and taut wire
gleaming in the noon sunlight.
Sitting his horse upon the top of
the rise, Dave could see a cluster
of punchers gathered about the re-
mud a corral, which must have been
at least three acres in extent. In
side it several horses were milling,
rearing, or dashing wildly around
the interior. Everything stood out
hard and clear in the crystal light.
"Well, fella, this looks like busi
ness," Dave remarked to his geld
ing, which flicked an ear and went
on grazing on the tufts of green
grass. "They told us how Wilbur
Ferris had the main spread in Mes-
cal. but I never looked for any
thing like this. How’ll it feel to be
roundin’ up steers again after our
three months’ holiday, fella?”
The bay raised his head as Dave
tautened the reins, and began pick-
ing his way down the precipitous
descent that led into the valley.
Three or four miles away Dave
could see the roofs and house fronts
of Mescal, huddled beside what
looked like a neck of the v^ley.
It was three months since Dave's
outfit, with which he had been for
two years, had been pushed to the
wall by the depression prices. Dave
had now reached the point where it
had become essential to settle down
to work.
The trail down which he was rid
ing was certainly not in habitual
use. At times it grew so steep
that the bay put his forefeet togeth
er and slid down in a shower of
shale. Near the bottom came a
fringe of aspen, with a layer of
soft dead leaves, soggy with seep-
ings from one of the innumerable
streams that tumbled down into the
valley on this side of the heights.
Then Dave was through the aspens
mu in uie vaiiey use 11, aim Uie
>ay was moving at an easy lope
oward the horse corral.
Seven or eight men were gath
ered about it. but none of them was
lifting on the rails, and Dave saw
vhy. The bunch of horses inside
was unbroken, and every now and
again one of them would make a fu
rious lunge against the posts, or
start on a wild career around the
interior, ears laid back and teeth
gleaming viciously.
As he rode up. Dave saw that the
outfit consisted of Mexicans or
breeds Sullen and suspicious looks
were directed toward him as he
eased the bay to a standstill and
sat surveying the group.
Twenty-five, tall, straight in his
saddle, fair-haired and grey-eyed.
Dave watched the swarthy punch
ers. sizing up the group as his left
hand fingers rolled a cigarette.
"Howdy!” he addressed the
crowd. "I'm lookin’ for Mr. Fer
ris."
Nobody answered him. but the
scowls deepened. Wilbur Ferris’
Cross-Bar certainly didn't seem a
hospitable outfit.
But a man came striding out of
a nearby bunkhouse, a tall and
stocky man of about thirty-five, with
a mass of matted hair and black
mustache. Bunches of muscles on
the chest and arms. Dark, but un-
mistakably an American. The Mex
icans were looking at him signifi
cantly. then glancing at Dave.
"Well?" demanded the newcom-
er.
"You're foreman of this outfit?”
asked Dave. "If that's so, you want
another hand."
"Yeah! What makes you think
so?” inquired the other in a sneer
ing voice.
"Look at the outfit you got.”
The two measured each other.
Dave had lit his cigarette and was
puffing it easily. The Mexicans
were watching the pair attentively.
There was a growing tension.
"Looks like you've rode far,”
said the foreman, eyeing Dave's
horse, which was plastered with
sweat and alkali dust.
"Yeah, rode down from Utah.”
“That's a long ways from here."
"I was two years with the Biddle
Brothers, till their outfit crashed.
Thought I'd see a bit of the country
before settlin' down again. A fel-
ler in some town along the road told
me there might be a place on Mr.
Ferris' ranch at Mescal. My
name's Dave Bruce."
"I'm Curran. 1 got about all the
hands I need. Might use a good
one. but I’ve got to be shown.” The
sneer in the foreman’s voice had
given way to a sort of purring note
that Dave distrusted. "Fact is,”
Curran went on, 'punchin' in these
parts is different from up in Utah.
I had one amachoor after another,
and I got to be shown."
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By heating the berries and let
word puzzle. Fill in words accord
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then read the same down as across. night they absorb the sugar,
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"I'm willin’ to show you,” an bit into the still animal’s mouth.
Slowly Dave unsnubbed the rope
swered Dave, drawing in a last puff
and throwing away the butt of his and released it. The horse stood
motionless. Holding the reins short,
cigarette.
"You are, huh? How about hawss- Dave climbed the fence and vault
wranglin’? Think you could break ed into the saddle.
Dave thrust his feet into the stir
one of them broncs in there?” Cur
ran jerked his thumb toward the rups and pressed the horse’s flanks
with his knees. Black Dawn am
corral.
bled slowly along the fence for a
"I'm willin' to try."
“Fine!” grinned Curran. “Noth dozen yards. And then all hell was
in’ better. You break that wild loosened.
Rearing, bucking, sunfishing, the
eyed black in there, and I'll see
about the job. Ready to start in black devil set in motion every
muscle of his mighty body in the
now?”
"I’m ready,” answered Dave, effort to shake himself free of his
| human burden. Dave, with feet
clambering out of his saddle.
At that moment a man emerged jammed into stirrups, gave the
from the ranchhouse, an elderly horse his bead, quirting him mer
man with a short grizzled beard, cilessly as he went through all the
wearing a gray coat and tie, whip maneuvers of his tricks.
Once, in the middle of a sun-fish
cord breeches, and high riding
boots. He came toward the group, ing contortion. Black Dawn sudden
and Curran waited for him with ly stood still. Reaching back his
head, he snapped at Dave’s leg
some impatience.
"Who’s this?” demanded the with teeth that missed crunching
newcomer, darting a suspicious the shin-bone by the merest trac
tion of an inch.
glance at Dave.
Dave let the beast have the quirt
"Another of them travelin’ punch
ers,” Curran grinned. "Claims he's across the face then. And the horse,
a hawss-wrangler. I told him if he screeching with fury, jammed it
can break Black Dawn, I’ll see self sidewise against the fence-rail
about a job for him, Mr. Ferris." with a thud that sent two posts
“But—” began Wilbur Ferris ir rocking crazily. Dave was ready
resolutely. He darted another look for that. He had slipped sidewise
ai irave. Anu now Dave read some uxe a circus rider. Then, as the
thing almost like fear in the horse stood still, his feet were
seamed, lined face and shifty eyes back in the stirrups again, and still
that met his own for a moment the quirt came down on flank and
shoulders, and the spurs dug blood
only, and then were averted.
from the heaving sides.
"That's what I told him.”
Suddenly Black Dawn knew that
"Oh, very well, just as you say.
Curran,” returned the ranchman he was done, and brought his last
quickly. "I reckon you know your trick into play. He screamed, he
reared, he toppled backward. As
business.*
"I sure do. That's what I'm here be did so. Dave flung himself side-
for.” Curran answered. "Git yore wise from the saddle. He landed
rope, Bruce. We’re waitin’ for on his feet, slipped in a mass of
churned up mud, was down for an
you.”
Dave unfastened his rope fr-m instant, then up once more as the
the saddlehorn and approached tne mighty bulk of horseflesh came
corral. The grins upon the faces of crashing down beside him with
the Mexicans had changed to a kicking legs and gnashing teeth. Up,
quirt in hand, and hands upon the
tense expectancy.
The black was standing a little bridle, forcing Black Dawn to rise.
Black Dawn stood with lowered
apart from the rest of the remuda,
which had huddled together into a head, quivering with defeat. For the
farther corner. His legs were plant first time in his life the mankiller,
ed squarely on the ground, neck with four lives to his credit, real
outthrust, ears flat with the head. ized that he had found his master.
Dave leaned forward and patted
It was evident he was perfectly
the creature’s neck. Slowly, and
aware of what was in prospect.
Dave looped his rope and flung staggering. Black Dawn moved
it He was sure that the black an round the corral until Dave baited
ticipated every movement; he ex him opposite the group of gaping
pected a swift side-leap and half punchers.
“How about that job, Curran?"
anticipated failure. To his surprise,
the black let the rope settle about asked Dave.
"Reckon you won it,” Curran an
his neck and moved forward as
Dave snubbed the end around a swered surlily.
“Yeah? Well, you can keep your
fence-post and began hauling in.
It was not until he had the crea damn job. You knew that horse
ture secured firmly aga;nst the was a killer. You meant me to be
fence, from which the Mexicans killed, so's you could have some
had departed precipitately, that thing to laugh about. I’m goin’ to
Dave realized what he was in for. make you laugh. Drop your belt
This horse was a killer, one of and put your hands up!”
For a moment Curran’s face grew
those occasional animals that kill,
not in rage or panic, but out of whiter. "Why. you—you—” he be
sheer joy and hatred of man. The gan to bluster.
"You heard me, Curran. If
black must have been roped many
times before, for he understood you’re a man and not a skulkin’
eaeh movement of the game. He coyote, drop your belt!”
Dave suited the action to the
wanted to be caught and ridden,
so that he could execute his ven word, unloosed his own belt and let
it fall to the ground. Curran still
geance.
Dave had heard of such beasts, hesitated. Wilbur Ferris came hur
but he had never encountered one rying up.
“What’s the trouble? What’s the
of them before, nut one quite so
vicious and intelligent He realized trouble?” he babbled. “You broke
that he was up against a mighty that horse, didn’t you, Bruce? And
Curran promised you a job if you
tough proposition.
He saw Curran's leering face could do it. All right what’s the
near him. and he understood that trouble, then?”
“I wouldn't take a job with your
he was to be thrown, butchered,
trampled into a shapeless thing in outfit, Ferris—not for any sum you
the dust of the corral, to make was willin’ to pay,” Dave an
sport for the foreman and his gang swered. T'm ridin', but before I
go I'm aimin’ to mark up Curran’s
from below the border.
"Here's yore blanket saddle, and yellow hide for him.”
Curran sized up the situation
bridle,” said Curran. "Once yo're
up. you kin ride him hell-bent to quickly enough. He knew that he
the finish.
He ain't never been would have to fight if he wanted to
beat yet. You beat him, and the retain his supremacy over that
crowd. Suddenly he unbuckled his
job's yours.”
Even then Dave prepared for a belt and let it fall. A roar broke
determined resistance on the part from his lips, and he came rushing
of Black Dawn to being saddled forward, his huge fists flailing, fore
and bitted. But the horse offered arms like hams. He shot a blow
not the least resistance, and Dave that would have stretched Dave
quickly had the saddle on and the senseless upon the ground, if it had
cinch tightened. Nor was there any landed where Curran intended.
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resistance when he put the Spanish
vallis, and for berries that are
not very mature. A shorter boil
is used for softer berries such as
the marshall, and for over-mature
fruit.
This canning process is complet-
ed the next morning by bringing
the berries to the scalding point
' and packing them in sterilized
: And boiling for 10 minutes in a
water bath one inch deeper than
the Jars. They are then removed
• Mrs. M. Anderson has gone to
Fort Klamath to spend some time
' at the home of her daughter, Mrs.
Ted Anderson. She will visit in
Ellensburg, Wash, before return
■ ing to Ashland.
• Mr .and Mrs. Jack Forsythe
were week-end visitors at Crescent
City. Jack left early Wednesday
j morning by plane for Portland to
be inducted into the air corps.
land sealed.
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