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your baby against:
diaper irritation !
DAIRY MONTH
(Continued)
A $10 PRIZE-WINNING RECIPE
FROM A FAMILY WEEKLY READER
Mrs. Fred York Boise, Idaho
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sprinkle with water. See how it runs off without penetrating Z. B. T.'s
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Also guards against chafing and prickly heat
Used by hundreds of hospital nurseries
STAY SAFE!
Check your brakes: Use
them carefully on slick roads.
Check your windshield
wipers: Replace if they streak.
Check your tires: Have
good tires and use tire chains
when needed on snow or ice.
Check your headlights:
Have them properly adjusted.
Check your speed: Let
speed laws and road conditions
set the limit.
Check your distance: Stay
well behind the car ahead.
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HEART!
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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
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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. .