21. 1934 - - HOflS StAft; KITCHEN BY MARY E. DAGtJE NBA Stuff Service- Wfltor Fruity, iey drlnljs make the hot days more bearable and my theory is that . .-every household shauld have an icebox drink reserve for guests and the ; family. It is interesting to know that ginger - : «lc and innumerable other bottled beverages made with charged or car ' bonotcd water are healthful drinks, i according to the Chemical Research • .-of the United Slates Department of 1 Agriculture. These beverages are of ..some food value due to the sugar used in their making, while the fruit juice*, •Tlcids and extracts and other flavors from acromatic herbs and roots as !. -well a stho carbon dioxide gas present, act as tonics and mild stimulants:. • • When you are making drinks for | summer refreshment take care not to make them too sweet. A sugar syrup is better than plain sugar. This you can make and keep in a jar. Adding Sparkle and Pep T 1 Ginger ale adds sparkle and punch to a fruit punch. Carbonated water gives a tang, while tea distinctly changes the flavor. But all give character, ,. whereas plain water merely lessen;! the fruity taste and increases the quantity. Keep your refrigerator stocked with bottles of fruit syrup, sugar syrup t and ginger ale and you're ready for customers at a minutes notice. The excess juice left from canning small fruits can always be used to advantage in summer drinks. Lemon and lime juice give a pleasant tartness to all fruit punches and should al- Wrfys be added to it if possible. Grated lemon rind added to the sugar syrup while it is hot adds immensely to the flavor of the fruit beverage. Make a simple syrup as usual. When cooked, add the grated rind of two lemons for every cup of sugar used and let stand until cool. Strain and bottle and uhe when need"ed. Whenever it is possible make the punch .several hours before it is to be used. The flavors blend with each other as well as the sugar and the drink is finer flavored and smoother. Raspberry shrub is invitingly tart, making it an ideal thirst quencher and cooler for grownups. Children should be provided with a fruit punch • or "ado" of some flavor. Persons who would reduce their weight will especially appreciate this delectable, old- time concoction. Raspberry Shrub Six quarts raspberries. 1 quart vinegar, granulated sugar. • Wash and pick over fruit. Put berries and vinegar into a stone jar and let stand for 36 hours. Keep covered •'"with a cloih. Strain through^a jelly ;ba(i and measure the juice. Use cup for cup of sugar and juice. Put into ja preserving kettle and boil 10 min- .utes. Pour into sterilized bottles and -seal. Dilute with ice water and serve. Handing Over Reins of G. O. P. Ozan Miss Grace Hnrmah rettlrne'd to Magnolia Sunday where she is attending the A. ant) M. College. Miss Chnrlene Ci-ane of Hope spent the week end with her parent.*, Mr. oncl Mrs. J. S. Crane. Mrs. E. E. Hudspeth of Texarkana spent the past week end with her mother, Mrs. W. H. Robins. Mr. and Mrs. Jim Ellis of Texarkana were Sunday viistorg to Grandma Ellis and Mr. Dave Ellis. Mr. and Mrs. Rax Sullivan of Texarkana spent Sunday with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. O. Robins. Mrs. H. C. Campbell has returned from a visit to ElDoraclo. Misses Alma and Elizabeth Hanna Dorothy Freeman and J. W. Stuart were visitors in Magnolia Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Heindrance of Toxar- icana were ^he guests of Mr. and Mrs. R. O. Robins Sunday. The Missionary Society of the Bap- tint church met at the church Monday afternoon. Rev. Hnrrell will fill his regular appointment at the Methodist church Sunday morning and at St. Paul Sun- clay afternoon. Mrs. Ev Adams and baby of Mcaskill arrived Wednesday to make Southern Ford Dealers Visit World's Fair Honry P. Fletcher, now chairman of the Republican national committee, assumes his Important duties with a smile as hrt starts direct- ing.tba G. O. P. effort tor a comeback. The Pennsylvania diplomat is shown here, left, at the Chicago session of the committee, giving o hearty handshake to Ilia predecessor, liverett Sanders. HARRY GOAVSON "Knowing a league is important, but not the paramount problem some would have you believe." said Rogers Hornsby, who has the last place St. Louis Browns of 1933 fighting for the lead in the wildest American League scramble in years. "Baseball is played in the cam? way everywhere. The only difference between the majors and the minors is the tempo. "Naturally, you must know how to pitch to and play hitters, but that ijSn't difficult to learn if you have been brought up properly, as I was — under smart baseball men like Miller Muggins, Branch Rickey, and John McGi'aw. '"All I need is one peek at a hitter. bo he rif»ht or left-handed. When in doubt, pitch low and away from him. If IIP consistently reaches over and Ifims that kind, mix 'em up— high, low, in and out. When that doesn't work, all a pitcher can do is deal and Guns In Junior League Hornsby asserted that the only pronounced difference between the American League, in which he made his bow last August, and the National, in wjiich he spent 18 sinners, is the jun- superiority in long-range The Rajah has been singularly successful as a pilot, although it is no secret that he is disliked by numerous athletes, largely clue to his domineering attitude, and dcspit the fact that certainn traits outside of the game may have had something to do with His frequent changes of scenery. i Hornsby steered the St. Louis Cor- dinals to a pennant and world championship in 1920. When the Rajah substituted for McGarw, who took sick, the New York Giants captured nearly every game played on their final western trip in 1927. The tactless Texan built the Chicago Cubs who won' in 1932 and bossed them until the closing weeks of the campaign. Insight on Ilornsby System "Horse .sense and percentage," replied Hornsby, when asked to explain his wonder working. "You play a different game against different clubs and under varying conditions and switch your attack on the road. There is no question that the home club has an advantage. When y6u are a visitor, the other outfit's last turn at bat always is hanginig over your head. Unless the Browns have remarkable pitching, which is se'ldgm, we play fov bigger innings traveling. wadays, with jackrabbits keep- one another company in the ball, it'usually is advisable to let the opposing pitcher have both barrels for the first five innings, wherever you Happen to be. By that time you have a line on your own pitcher, and can reach a decision as to whether you might be able to win with a run or two. It then is time enough to sacrifice. "Pitching determines your attack. Take the Giants of last year, for example. They could play the old army game because; they had four chuck- ers. Hubbell. Schumacher. Fitzsim- mons and Parmolce, any one of whom generally could cop with two or'three runs." Still Crazy About Horses Hornsby will be satisfied if the Browns finish in the first four, but adds that "you never can tell any- thing about baseball." As for himself, the Rajah admitted he still liked to play the horses, and that the only reason he hasn't been playing them of late is that he can't afford to. Much of the turbulence of his stormy career has been attributed t ohis fondness for the gee-gees, but he explained that his favorite recreation hadn't cost him nearly as much as stock market lips volunteered by bankers and baseball magnates. "And nobody is going to tell me how to live or run my ball club," Was the parting shot of one baseball man who speaks right out in class. Celebrating "Memphis Branch Day" at the World's Fair, 150 Ford dealers from six southern states- Alabama, Arkansas, Kentucky, Mississippi and Tennessee—-afe sh&wn. In front of their special train as it arrived 1 at the Illinois Central station, near the grounds of A Century of (Vcflress In Chicago, on June 14. ' The /dealers, from the Memphis Branch of the Ford Motor Company, spent most of the day at the Ford Exposition Building on the grounds of the World's Fair, and attended a luncheon there as guests of the Ford Company. The remainder of their day was taken, up with sales meetings, entertainments end a tour of the FZxoosition and the Fair. Tokio * • =4* heir home with Mrs. W. H. Robins. The Methodist Missionary society met at the church Tuesday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Baber and boys were visitors in Lockesburg. Sunday. ' Mr. and Mrs. Trumann Hill and •hildren and Mlssep Leona Baber and- Lena Mae. Robertson were visitors in Lockesburg Sunday. Mesdames W. P.'' Robins, Bell Robins and Neelie Walls attended the Mlssluri-Pacific meeting in Nashville Friday night. "Stemari Goodlett Ben Stuart and Ed Goodlett attended the conference at Washington Sunday night. Increase in numbre of English, an to- mobile owners.is expected from the 25 per cent reduction in the British automobile tax. Mr, and Mr*. Pierce Hutson at t)by- k- attended the singing here Mr. and Mrs. J. K. McLarty Vill« visited relatives here Mr. and Mrs. Joe Hutson of'Hop0 attended the singing he?e St&day, Mrs. Meal Matthews of Hc-ffc attended the singing here SundSjK Miss Eva Lena Westfalls was'Chop- ping in Nashville Saturday. Mr. and Mrs, Mdlvin Smith a()S' S»h Taylor of ttoyle spent Saturday^'fllght, and Sunday with relatives here7*5 .Mr. and Mrs. Robert Cooley 6f !«eftf, Dierks visited relatives here Sat&rday night and Sunday. ' i}, Dee Chism was a Nashvijle -Visitor Saturday. 'f» Aubry Lewis of Hope was shaking hando with the voters here onSj day last week, \» j Mary Lee Rowland of Nasjwflle spent the week end with relatives here. ,. (t Miss Lillian Harris of Mineral Springs spent Sunday here with, her sister, Mrs. Quinton Sanford. ,, Miss Emily Theobolt of Dierks Sfient Sunday here with Miss Irene ,Warren. Mr. and Mrs. Alex McDoUgafd of Blevins attended the singing hert on Sunday. '•> Millard Sturart and children of Hot , Springs attended the singing at' Sweet Home Sunday. Miss Kathryn Morris of Nashville visited friends here Saturday night: P. C. Holt and family of -Pump Spmings attended (he singing Sunday. Miss Anita StUart of Hot Stfffiigg is spending a few days with relatives 'here. C. M. Cooley was a Nashville irjsftotf Saturday. >*,$*«• Tollie Harris of Roy was trading in Tokio Saturday. W. J. tfuart and family and 1 Miss Myrtle Thompson of Highland attended the singing here Sunday. SOPHIE KERR'S SENSATIONAL NOVEL OF AN HONEST GIRL AND A SELFISH GIRL IN LOVE WITH THE SAME MA® (Continued from page one) Jane Terr\> she detested a hard bed, a badly cooked dinner, a poor partner nt whist, and scratches on her furniture; but In the 15 years since she had taken her brother's orphaned daughter to live will' her—Jana was then a ioveb', dimpled, willful five-year-old—she had never, not once, tried to correct or admonish Jane without drama. Through the old-fashlonerl ruby glass side panel of the door Jane watched Miss Rosa out oC sight angrily. "Old people are horrible," she thought confusedly. "They don't want anybody young to be happy." She had expected that her aunt would urge her to go to the tea uud really she wanted to go and show off her new organdy, a startling black and scarlet which she'd Insisted on having though Miss Rosa and the dressmaker had begged her to choose either pale yellow or Nile green. Of course ulie could skip Into the dress and appear late at the Marchs' but theu Aunt Rosa would say, "OU, 1 knew you'd come," and that would be unbearable. She picked up her book and road on with a sense of being tantalized and cheated, not only about the March tea but about her whole life. Marburg wasn't even a county scat, just a nice old sprawling college town with a few factories at the west end to give a faint Uavur ot commerce. And Marburg Collego was just a nice old sprawling college witu ouly one claim to distinction, tbat great geologist Professor Benjamin Kllert, whose bums and work were known where- .ever civilized man considered tne earth's bones. The Ellen Geological Museum was small but authentic, and complete and scholars from all over tho world came to see it. * • • nnWO lines oE thought went on side l>y side In Jane's head as she road, both slight but distinct. Tho first was regret that she couldn't do something exciting, and the second that there was no man she had ever met at all Itkr««Ann Veronica's ruddy blond Capes. Presently Jane dropped her book and Ir.Mited In the bottom bureau drawer for tlio pack of clgarets she had hidden there. At least she could smoke and Aunt Rosa disapproved of girls' smoking. So did everyone else In Marbur£. Even Jane didn't have the daring to buy cigarcts for herself In the local tobacco shops. Henry Berwyn had given her these and that was Henry's greatest attraction, though lie didn't know It. Jane smoked gloomily and i choked when she tried to Inhale. | If Iliero were only something exciting to do! She stared around j tho room, hating the dark, tall dresser, the massive high bed, the largo roses on carpet and wallpaper, tho knotted spread, the pair of ala| haater vases on tho mantel. "Looks as if General Grant chose It," she announced aloud, "ivilli his whiskers!" Aunt Hosa might be lib- eral-mluded on the suhjoct of Henry Uerwyu, but when It c a m e to changes In her house she was rock. Tho room had the solidity of uer will. It rejected Jane's personal possessions, her monogram ed toilet set, her glass powder box, her work bag, her books and framed photographs and made tnein futile and temporary. When the clgaret was at last ishecl, Romeivh.it to Jane's relief, she wrapped the ashes and butt In a wad of crumpled paper, put It Into the wdstebasket and went down to telephone to ner dearest friend. Amy Lowe had t>robably gone 16 the Marehs', but she'd be sure. No, Amy was at home. "What are you doing?" asked Jano. "Let's have some tennis. The courts ought to bo dry enough by now." Amy hesitated. "Why don't we Just go for a walk?" immediately Jane was bent on tennis. "1 want to do something with some action to It. Walking bores me to death." "All right," said Amy, resignedly. "I'll come by for you as soon as I change my shoes." * • * *"pHK7 would play on the college •*• courts, though these were not open to the townspeople during vacation. Amy's father waa professor of history, and faculty families were privileged to use courts, library and the enclosed gardens of tho administration building. By the time Jane had put on her own tennis shoes and taken her racket from its case Amy had arrived. "Why didn't you go to the Mnrchs' party?" asked Jane as tuey started. "Mother wanted to go so I stayed with Grandpa; he- Isn't so well today. 1 did nearly an hour's extra practice. Lucky thing Grandpa likes It, poor old lamb! Father came In just when you 'phoned, That's why I could leave." "What d'you think you'll ever do with your music! You slave away at It and you play people's accompaniments and now and then you play the organ In church, but I don't see what it gets you!" "I love doing it. I enjoy It. What more could It get me than that?" Jane frowned. "That's very philosophic, I suppose. Oh, 1 do wish there was something I liked doing, something I could devote myself to, something big and grand and thrilling! This town's as dead dltchwater. There's nothing here." "Well, you're awfully clever, Jane. Anything you wanted to do you'd make go." Amy offered this In all sincerity. "I know I could." Jane sighed. "Aunt Rosa called me down ahout the beach picnic." "Did Momma March tell her? You might have known she would. So that's why you didn't go to the tea! What did Miss Rosa say?" "She said 1 was too smart really to enjoy talking to Henry but '^l smart enough to see what a fool 1 am to do something 1 don't en' joy for the sake of shocking people. She said It was my vanity." "There's one nice thing about your Aunt Hosa," said Amy, cou' siderlng this. "She always talks like a human being. She doesn't lay down the law but sort ol ptils the subject before you and you're free to use your owu Judgment." "You ought to be her niece Instead ot me!" Jaue began to look dark and tragic. Amy quickly changed the sub Jcct. "I'm thankful that commencement's over aud all the boys goue. Father's riuuciay night student suppers tiureJ me terribly this year." "The boys like them, though. Everybody says your father's the most popular professor lu college." Jane spoke absently. She had uo Interest iu any topic but herself. CHAPTER 1A ? rpHB, tennis courts were at the back of the gymnasium and as the two girls turned to the patcli across the campus Amy stopped, "Walt a minute. 1 waftt to look along the elms," "What on earth for?" "1 don't know. They stand there so grandl'y and their shade's so light and free Instead of solid like tba T) a pies'. I like to r6ni6mner them whpn I'm plnylng' Schumann's 'Paplllona'—they've got the satrte rhythm." "1 tmMjRlit.sp'.u.itold me the other day nobody ought to tails of one art In terms of another." "Looking at "Jims Isn't an art/' Amy said It dreamily, still regard- Ing the trees. Jane was Impatient. "Oh, do come on! I forgot to telt you Aunt Rosa said Henry Berwyn was fearfully dumb and that ft must have been a chore to talk to him." Amy Joined her, "Henry is dumb. Ills grade In dumbness Is A plus. What did you talk about, anyway?" "Me was arguing with me to stop smoking clgarets. But I made him glvn me iwo parks. I don't know why all the men In thlg town have to he BO deadly." "They're not. Don't you like Edgar Moreland and Vanny Hough? Thoy'ro all right." "They're not so bad, 1 suppose, but they're nothing extra. It Isn't that I want more men around. Amy." Jane spoke as If hands of ardent swains were blocking the pavements. "It's the whole town. It's living ;here. It's BoV'diilI''-ihe same old people year^'ifeer Jretir and everybody knowing everything ahout everybody else." They h.'id reached the courts. "You mlKht Invent a way to teach mo your underhand serve," said Amy. She dropped her rochet, tightened the net, got the balls out of the bag while Jane looked on. That was Jane's way. * • • J ANE was by far the better player, but tr she missed a stroke It fussed her and made her miss the next. Amy played steadily, evenly, and ns If she enjoyed It. As soon as the score mounted against Jane she was frantic, smashed her serves, tried to kill every return, declared halls out that were In and turned the game Into a fight. Her voice went high and her cheeks scarlet. It made Amy ashamed for her. "It's always like this," thought Amy, distressfully. "I'll have to let her win to calm her down." So she began to slam her own serves into the net, to miss the easiest returns. After two love games Jane's mood was normal, even superior. "You must be get- tiug tired," she said amiably. "Let's sit down and cool off." Amy said. "I want to lix my hair, too." from the bench beside the court they could look slantingly across thu campus and see ihu lillurt Museum and farther 6n the 'Hall of Science and the main dormitory building. "I'll tell you wuut'i the matter with your game, Amy," began Jane, readjusting Ualrplus. "You don't study the placing ot tbe ball. You Jusl*try 10 get it over the net any old way." This was too much for Amy. She Uuug back Uer head auU began to laugh. She simply couldn't help it. Jane glared at her. "What's the matter? I dldu'i say anything luuoy." Amy Lowe "No, I Just happened to think of something." She must divert Jane Quickly. • "I wonder who that man is coming out of the Museum. Look — lu the brown suit." They both, looked. The man was young, tall, square-shouldered. Even from a distance he suggested good tailoring and competent personality. "Somebody to see the eminent Ellert's gold bricks, 1 suppose," said Jane. She watched the young man as he walked slowly down the street, looking about him as if to locate himself. There was something familiar about him. She felt she must know him, at least have seen htm before. Theu She remembered Aun Veronica and her lover. Why, this man was like Capes, tho tall, blond, ruddy Capes. "He's awfully good- looking," she said. "He Is rather uice," agreed Amy. "Now there It Is," grumbled Jaue. "If au interesting man does come to town he calls on old Jill or I aud goes through the museum and then he leaps right off again. Nobody meets him." "The next time we have Professor l£llcrt to dinner 1 miylil tell him uot to be so stiugy with uis vi.Mtors, but to remember that this luwu is full of beautiful, bored young women thtrsiiug for j new experiences. I wonder what he'd say?" "He'd go pop-eyed. And your father would call you down." She was still waichlug the young man who stood hesitating ut the corner of Jane's street. Amy followed her glance. "Let's go along and take a look at the handsome stranger," she said. "Very well, if you want to," said Jaue, assuming indifference but rising instantly. • * » npHEY were equally tall, slender -*- and straight, but Amy, though a year younger, had the more mature, more quiet bearing. Jane was restless, self-conscious, always adjusting her belt, her hair, holding her bauds and elbows stiff, watching to see If she was observed. Amy was thinking of Jane's manner as they walked along, wishing that she wouldn't take games so hard and be BO tense aud so unhappy and yet, with It all, so superior. She knew that H was thesa traits that made Jane unpopular with their own crowd and s/ie had a shrewd notion tbat if Jaue were more popular she would he much happier. "\Vliero'd he go?" Amy asked aloud. She had been thinking so hard that she bad forgotten to watch the stranger. "Why, he vanished awuy HUu a boojuui. Isn't that queer?" "Ho unist have gone down Au- dulmu street. That would be toward the bold it lie's staying at the Huodcr," said Jans iu au odd, stilled way. "lie might have called iu somewhere. Let's sec. The Dowllugs, the Gates, the Purdys. the Morer lauds—well, there's uo sign of him aud we can't very well do a house-to-liouse search. He Is lost By Sophie Kerr' And gone forever, Clementtnd. Jane, do you think Miss Rosa Would let fiie have her 'Song iqf dtore* Centuries'?" ..... * "I'll ask her when she cornet nome," said Jane, hurrying on. "Maybe she's home now. I'll Just stop and see." "She couldn't be borne yet She was going calling, after the tea. I'll call you up this evening cfr, I'M bring the book over." i It was a dismissal. For some reason Amy could- not fathoth Jane was trying to get rid. 'ot her. Amy Wtts used to Jane's odd w»y» but this was too much. "I'U call tip this evening and adb Miis Rosa myself," she said. "And th f a next time you don't want me "Co come In with yon just say so, antt don't make excuses that a child could see through. I'd mutfS rather you'd be rude than tricks'.' 1 ' Jane was lust starting to dash Into the bouse but she stoppect, startled by Amy's sharpness. Then she ttung her arms around her friend and gave her a bard, excited bug. "Don't be cross," sliie said breathlessly. "I'll call you up this evening. I must find out —It's so queer—" and she ran • up the steps before Amy could answer. , f:'' 9 • • A MY went on, swinging her • ** racket and smiling in spite of her feelings, Presently someone came running after 1'cr-abd she glanced around to see JEdgar Moreland. "What's the rush? Who've you been tennlsing with?" "Jane." Edgar shrugged. "I was Just going to say that I'd like to have been along, but not with Janle. The last time 1 got roped Into a doubles with her was the last time. What I mean Is ft was tint*," last time! Never again." ..":. "You mean, It was tbe last time?" she mocked htm. "Don't be picky." Though she was tall, Edgar waa tall enough to grin down at her. "Lord, but-, you look lovely today. There's'' something about you, womin^' that's unique and priceless. Andl yet behind that peerless countenance there lurks no modicum.'' of common sense. Otherwise you" wouldn't be so thick with Jana Terry. And, speaking of Jane ?) who's the new young man who'a calling on her?" "I don't know. Calling on her" when?" '•• "Illgbt now. 1 came home Just when he went up the steps and. It wasn't five minutes later when 1 I saw you going down the street and I galloped out after you." "What did he look like?" "He was tall and fair and very handsome. Not st/ handsome as I am, of course—" "Did be have on a brown suit?" "He did. And a straw hat. 1 can offer you no data on bis shirt, socks, or tie, as I was not close enough to get the details." It all clicked together, the man, the time, the place. "I don't know who he Is," said Amy. "I saw him coming out of the Museum and walking toward the Terrys'. It mast be the same man. So that's where he went." "That's where he went, and little do I think ot his taste. But maybe be waa calling ou Miss Hosa and, If so, okay," said Kd- gar. "Listen, aui I comlug to see you tonight or is Vanny or Bill llobart or who?" "I'll think It over and send out a bulletin," said Amy and went on into her own home. That silly Jane! Tbe man was probably a book, agent. (Copyright, 1931, by Sophie Karr) (To lie Continued).
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