FROZEN ANGEL
DESSERT
Easy. ..no cooking...
just mix and freeze
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
'6 tablespoons sugar
3 tablespoons melted butter
'2 eggs, separated
1 can (lis cups) Eagle Brand
Sweetened Condensed MOk
1 tablespoon grated lemon rind
Hop lemon Juice
1 can Baker's Angel Flake Coconut
Combine graham cracker crumbs
with two tablespoons sugar and
melted butter. Press mixture on
bottom and sides of lightly but
tered refrigerator tray; chill. Beat
cg. yolks till thick and lemon col
ored. Combine with Eagle Brand
Milk. Stir in lemon rind and lemon
juice until thick. v
Stir in 1 cup Coconut. Beat egg
whites till stiff but not dry; gradu
ally beat in rest of sugar. Fold
' gently into lemon mixture. Pour
into tray. Sprinkle top with remain
ing coconut. Chill in freezer until
firm, about 4 to 6 hours. Garnish,
it iicsired, with whipped cream.
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by SOPHIA LOREN
At every press conference, some news
paperman inevitably asks me: "Sophia,
what do you think is wrong with Ameri
can women?" '
He's always surprised when I tell him
that the American female is a charming
creature in all respects. Yet I do have one
"beef," as you put it. American women
spend half of their lives on the telephone.
Even next-door neighbors chat on the
phone when all they'd have to do is walk
outside and gossip over the fence.
The American housewife denies herself
even the most fundamental pleasures,
such as marketing, because she relies on
the telephone. To an American woman,
marketing consists of calling the grocer.
To me, it means a stroll to the market to
choose wares with my own hands and
haggle over prices.
Ely secret life for the FBI (Continued)
was a florid-faced man, but he
turned almost white as we stood in
that narrow doorway and stared at
one another. Hate shone from his
eyes and I suppose from mine, too.
We never spoke. After staring at me
for a few seconds, he turned and left.
I didn't see him again until I pointed
him out in the hearing room as a
leading Chicago Communist.
I was on the witness stand for
about three hours, telling my story,
naming names, and trying to explain
the intensity, fervor, and intrenched
strength of the Communists. I pub
licly identified all the people I knew
to be Communists through my long
association with them. Many of my
former Red cohorts sat in the same
room, staring straight ahead. When
they were called to the stand, they
all took the Fifth Amendment.
Then the session was over and I
was surrounded by reporters. It's
been like that ever since. This is ex-
citing and stimulating and heart
warming. So are the hundreds of
letters I've received from all over
the country and the fact that over
night I've become a hero to my fam
ily and to many of the people whose
respect I lost during my years as a
Communist.
ut all this, strangely enough,
hasn't solved the basic problem
of earning a living for my family. An
Armour representative asked me at
the hearings whether I wanted to go
back to work there. I told him I
couldn't not unless they moved me
into the office. My life wouldn't be
worth a nickel if I had to work with
the men in the Packinghouse Work
ers Union again.
So, as I write this, I've taken a
temporary job. But I'm hoping for
a permanent job that will enable me
to give my family some of the things
I've had to deny them for 16 years.
Now that it's all over, my wife
and children have told me some of
the thoughts they had during those
16 years thoughts they never even
considered telling me at the time.'
The kids spent a lot of time specu
lating about what was going on with
me. They had to talk to one another;
there were times when they were
hardpressed to find anyone else who
would talk to them.
Bemadette told me: "We all de
cided that you couldn't really be' a
Communist. It was contrary to
everything you'd ever taught us be
fore all this started. That's why it
was so hard to have people calling
us 'Commie' all the time. We couldn't
fight back. We just had to take it."
It was hardest on my wife, An
toinette. She got it from all sides
the neighbors, the people she worked
with, and our old friends. But she
would say: "It isn't true what they
say about Joe. He's a good man."
It was hard for, Antoinette never
to know when or if I was coming
home from the many Communist
meetings I had to attend. Often I
would come home late at night and
find her sitting up waiting for me
even though she had to go to work
in a few hours. When I finally ap
peared, we'd both go silently to bed
and to our private thoughts.
This was the hardest part of all:
knowing that Antoinette and the
children were suffering for things I
was doing which they simply didn't
and couldn't understand.
Looking back, I think I've been
most surprised at the number of
people who have asked: "Why did
you do it? Why did you subject
yourself and your family to 16 years
of hell?"
When I ask them: "Wouldn't you
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Family Weekly. July 19. JtSS