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About Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989 | View Entire Issue (June 19, 1960)
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Check your speed: Let speed laws and road conditions set the limit. Check your distance: Stay well behind the car ahead. Mel YOUR HEART! "VIOBIN Wheat Germ Oil Helps Heart Action Improves Strength Vigor PROVED 9 years 500 persons University Experiments REFUSE SUBSTITUTES- only VioBin Oil PROVED helpful. ifi MOW-VI.II. Stair fill kflS a liquid I mnnnmnamnmnmnmnmnBmmu copmut VWHH MONTtctuo, uiiNois if (tOMtTCH a to I vigor foctrx I concentrate VloSin Oil. Same I bontntt NO fot cakxioi. I YOUR CHILD Polio isn't licked yet. Paralytic cases more than doubled in 1959 over 1958. Children arc- especially vulnerable. Now's the time to start, or complete, shots for each member of the family. Play it safe for '60. Sec your doctor or health department. DON'T TAKE A CHANCE TAKE YOUR POLIO SHOTS Published as a public service in coop eration with The Advertising Council. Onion-Liver Sausage on Rye A miniature edition of this sandwich makes a delirious and tantalizing appetizer. to prepare: 15 min. (allow 30 min. for marinating) V eve lemon ulce 1 Vi teaspoons sugar 1 red onion, rwt in 4 slices slices rye breed Whipped belter 2 os. noeaefort cheese, softened V lb. liver souseee 1. Blend lemon juice and sugar together in a bowl. Add onion slices and allow to mari nate 30 min., carefully turning onion slices from time to time. Drain. 2. Spread each slice of bread with butter. Spread buttered sides of four bread slices with Roquefort cheese; spread four bread slices with liver sausage and put onion slice over liver sausage. Top with remaining bread slices, cheese side down. Cut each sandwich diagonally into halves. 4 sandwiches For Appetizer Chop onion before mari nating. Use small rye-bread rounds (about IVi-in. in diameter) . Toast on one side; turn and brush with melted butter. Toast in oven until crisp. Spread with Roquefort cheese, then with liver sausage and top with spoon ful of marinated chopped onion. Deviled Veal in Sour Cream to prepare: 25 min. to cook: 25 min. 2 lbs. vool round sleek (cutlet), cut obovt Vi In. thick 2 tablespoons Moor Vi teaspoons paprika 1 teaspoon salt Vi teaspoon Mack popper 2 tablespoons batter 1 cup ftnely cboppod onion 1 ' cups quick moat broth (use 2 boot bouillon cubes to IVi cups not water) 1 tablespoon prepefod horse radish 1 teespooa prepared mustard Vi cup thick sour croom 1. Pound meat until it is Vi in. thick; cut into serving-size pieces. Coat with a mix ture of the flour, paprika, salt, and pepper. 2. Heat butter in a skillet over low heat. Add onion and cook until soft, occasionally moving and turning with a spoon. Remove onion from skillet with a slotted spoon; set aside. 3. In the same skillet, brown veal pieces on both sides. Pour meat broth over veal. Stir in the onion, horse-radish, and mustard. Cover and simmer 25 min., or until veal is tinder. 4. Remove meat to a warm serving dish. Blend sour cream into liquid in skillet and heat. Do not boil. Spoon over meat and serve immediately. About 6 servings 9 They're all a little crazy. They fall out of bed when dawn first edges the blanket of clouds covering the pines. They push their sleep-sodden bodies into aged garments. They slap gamey caps on their heads. They sort spinners and hooks and sink blithely into the water get ting rented boats off the rocks. They roar off into nowhere. They fish. They spend hours poring over an inlet or a channel purported to bed whales and walruses. They thread the silent agony of minnows or nightcrawlers on their hooks and rejoice if life remains in either. Hours pass, but they sit with a patience they cannot give life itself or the pursuit of the dollar. They row mightily among the rushes or endlessly run their motors across the bay where somebody had a big strike yesterday or may tomorrow. Not today. Someone, never they, catches the mighty musky and the elusive northern. Last week, that was. Never today, never this morning, Family Weekly, Junt I), 1K0 6 never tonight under a frowning sky with the wind furrowing the old brow of the water's face. When the fisherman comes in, he is empty-handed or full-mouthed. He justifies his one-armed crab with the monster that got away, or weighs his monster in silent modesty. It is never a halfway thing, only futility or triumph. The fisherman smells like old worms and old minnows and old scum from the inlets. His covering is wet and musty and his beard has flourished. The night closes down like the third-act curtain, and he rests on his notices. To morrow is another performance. He sleeps the sleep of the just and he dreams of the old one, the big one, the legendary one. . ' His sleep is sweet in this madness, which is as sweet as pursuit and capture. He is a little crazy. The fisherman. .
