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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER, TEXAS
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THE STORY THUS FAR: Amos Croy
settled on a farm in Missouri, where
he married and a son, Homer, was born.
Sunday meant church, company for din-
ner and steer weight guessing. Dehorn-
ing of the calves, curing of hams, wean-
ing of calves, sausage making, and help-
ing Newt break in the mules were all
part of his work. He won a prize for
writing his “most unusual dream.” The
Croys attended the Omaha Exposition,
where Homer saw his first horseless
carriage, first “hula dancers” and first
motion picture. The motion picture scared
him at first, but later he came to be
thrilled by it as well as the dance and
the “horseless carriage.” It was not long
before he was to produce a picture.
CHAPTER XIII
Most of the hired men talked sex
almost continuously with the sons of
the men they worked for. ’Renzo had
a finer streak. He thought of girls
and he talked of girls. But he didn’t
go past a certain point. Some in-
nate fineness held him back, there.
A girl lived behind our farm; to go
to town she had to drive through our
farm to get to the main road. Each
time she went by, ’Renzo must have
thought his thoughts, but he never
said anything that told me what was
going on in his mind. Once, as we
were trimming hedge near her
house, we saw one of her under-
garments on the clothesline. It set
my mind jumping and it must have
fired ’Renzo’s too, but he made only
some mild remark and went on
whacking.
The girl became aware of us,
plucked the undergarment off the
line and darted back into the house.
“I guess we can do a better job
now,” said ’Renzo and although I
tried to lead him into more 'talk,
when we rested, it was all he would
say. It may have been he thought
I was too young, or that my fa-
ther would not approve; but on the
whole I think it was a bit of fine-
ness in humble ’Renzo.
He bought a buggy, with the
spokes staggered in red hubs, spread
his lap robe on the back of the seat,
and asked the girls to try his new
buggy. But they found excuses. He
was too smart not to understand
and, at times, had depressed spells
—’Renzo who had always been so
cheerful and the life of our fireside.
He became secretive and wrote
letters and took them down to the
mailman and handed them to him
personally. On the day he expected
an answer he would manage to meet
the carrier before he got to our box.
But in spite of this, now and then
there would be a nice neat little en-
velope addressed to Lorenzo Davis
among our farm papers and incuba-
tor catalogues. He would put the
letter into his hip pocket, as if it
didn’t amount to much. Sometimes,
at the barn, I would see the ends he
had ragged off.
In the meantime he continued to
trade. In a big businessman this
would have been called ‘‘financial
shrewdness.” We called it ‘‘dicker-
ing.”
On the Fourth of July he put in his
lapel a celluloid button which said
Girl Wanted, and walked slowly
from one group of girls to another.
Other boys were also wearing the
button, but his really meant some-
thing to ’Renzo.
Finally he said he had been of-
fered a job in Holt county; when
he left he had two horses and two or
three pieces of farm machinery,
and some money in the bank. We
hated to see him go. It was lone-
some that evening without ’Renzo
and his violin.
Two years later, possibly, he drove
up in a spring-wagon, a girl beside
him. “How do you like her?” he
asked proudly. He stayed for dinner
and we talked over old times, de-
lighted to have ’Renzo at our table
again. The girl, we found, was a
hired girl working for a farmer who
had. a sickly wife. We liked the
girl. She was all right. But the
one we really liked was ’Renzo, We
telephoned the neighbors and sev-
eral of them came in. He introduced
her proudly. Once there was a slip,
for one of the neighbors pretended
that ’Renzo had sparked every girl
in the neighborhood. I think this hurt
’Renzo a little, for. the real truth of
it must have flashed before him. We
went out and had a stock weighing
and Pa let him guess the closest so
’Renzo could impress his girl.
When time came to leave, ’Renzo
drove away with his own team, wav-
ing to us as he whirled out of the
lot. A bit later he sent us a three-
line newspaper item, pasted on his
letter with white of egg, saying that
Lorenzo Davis and Miss So-and-So
had been married and had rented
such-and-such a farm where they
would soon move and set up house-
keeping.
Two or three years passed. Now
and then we would get a letter writ-
ten by his wife asking us how we
were and, as she put it, “express-
ing my husband’s best wishes.” One
day we were surprised and delighted
to have ’Renzo swirl up in our drive
lot with a very dashing team cov-
ered with expensive fly nets. He
could hardly wait to tell us the
news. He had bought the So-and-So
farm in our neighborhood! And he
exactly had. He hadn’t had much
money to put down, but he had
made the deal and maybe with good
luck he could pull through. Well,
’Renzo pulled through.
(£) W.N.U. SERVICE
He lives in the neighborhood 1 to think in, but he said, “If you want
which once wouldn’t have him, and
is one of its leaders. And so is his
wife. She is a member of the
“Knabb Country Club,” she “en-
tertains,” and does it very well. The
favorite kind of home entertainment
is the “covered-dish luncheon.”
Which means that the women ar-
range to meet at a member’s home
and each member takes along a
“covered dish”; this is usually a hot
dish. These are put on the table
and luncheon is announced. The
women go in and someone says
grace and the lunch is served. Well,
Mrs. ’Renzo has as good covered-
dish luncheons as anyone, and is as
well thought of as anyone. And the
very girls—now women—who once
turned up their noses at ’Renzo now
accept him fully and so does the
neighborhood, for he now belongs to
the land aristocracy.
Our farmers felt immensely in-
ferior to “city people,” as we thought
of those who lived in town. There
was good reason for it. For when
we clunked in in our mud-spattered
wagons, the “city people” were
dashing around on vitrified brick
paving in carriages with high-step-
ping horses and with buggy whips
that stood up straight. As we would
pull up in front of the grocery store
and get out our half-bushel measure
of oats, the city people would smile
Talk together as we ate our cheese
and crackers.
superciliously. Sometimes, as we
stood in the back part of the grocery
fishing the eggs out of the oats, the
city people would come in and pur-
chase things we couldn’t even dream
of buying.
When we went in to trade, the
merchants wore fine clothes and had
elegant polished manners. When we
wanted to buy a pair of shoes, we
would feel sensitive because of the
milk stains. One day Pa took me in
the Bee Hive and said, “I’d like to
get a pair of Sunday shoes for my
boy.” The mah said, “Sit right down.
I’m sure we can fit you out with any
dress shoe you want.” We noticed
such things.
All of us country boys felt a dread-
ful sense of inferiority and, when
we met on the street or walked to-
gether, we didn’t laugh and joke
and have a good time the way we
did Sunday afternoons on the farm.
We could spot a town boy coming
a block and we could see him nudge
his friend and make funny remarks.
We’d pretend we didn’t see, or slink
out of sight on the stairway going
up to a photographer’s, and talk in
low, constrained tones. Sometimes
we would meet at dinnertime in the
back of the grocery store and talk
together as we ate our cheese and
crackers. But not the hearty way
we did on the farm.
The town girls would sweep down
the street, three abreast, arms
locked; when we saw them coming,
we would swing over so they could
pass.
In the paper was a department
called “Society,” where we would
read about the people as if they were
titled foreigners. No farmer ever
got into Society. On another page
was a department called “Selected
Jottings.” A farmer could get into
that, but usually he had to top the
hog market, or have a two-headed
calf.
But there was one place we felt
at ease; the Pavilion. This was the
arena where, every other Saturday
afternoon, horses and mules and cat-
tle and sheep were auctioned off.
Sometimes household plunder. The
farmers would stand around in their
muddy boots and their caps with
earlaps and feel at home; no city
man ever came there unless he want-
ed to see us queer people. Some-
times, however, the city boys would
come. But this was a different world
—our world—and they didn’t mon-
key around long.
Only one other boy from Knabb
had ever gone to the high school
at the county seat; no Croy ever
had. It was a new world for Pa
to go, Homer, I’ll manage to send
you.”
I knew how much was behind this.
Someone must do the work I had
been doing; some way must be pro-
vided to get me back and forth,
six miles twice a day. When I had
gone to Uncle Will Sewell’s to visit,
it had been twelve miles, a tre-
mendous distance. Now I must trav-
el that far each day.
Ma drove in to town with me to
see the professor and I was enrolled.
As the day approached, I became
more and more concerned. Could I
hold up my end among the smart
city boys? On top of this was an-
other millstone: all my life I had
been shy and self-conscious and I
had the feeling that all the country
boys in our section had: inferiority.
And I was awkward and ill at ease
and gulpy-throat when I met new
people.
There was the problem of clothes.
And the problem of money to buy
them with. “You can wear my Sun-
day pants, Homer.”
I protested and yet I did want to
wear them.
“You go ahead and wear them.
I’ve been thinking of getting a new
pair, anyway.”
Pa must have sensed the violent
change that was coming into my
life. “Homer, I’ll drive you in Mon-
day morning and bring you back.
I’ve got some things I want to do
in town.”
I knew that was a polite lie, but it
made me like Pa. Sometimes he
seemed so indifferent and imper-
sonal and hard-driving that I al-
most hated him; then he would do
something that made a warm flash
come in my heart.
He drove me up in front of the
schoolhouse and I climbed down out
of the hack. “I’ll be up around the
Square at noontime.” Then he shook
the lines and drove slowly away.
I did not speak to a soul I didn’t
have to. I was taller and older than
the boys in the freshman class, as
I soon discovered, and knew noth-
ing about the ringing of the class-
room bells and the constant march-
ing here and there. At noon one of
the teachers sat down at a piano
and played for us to march out. I
thought I had just about reached the
top in education.
Pa was standing in front of the
grocery where we always met. “How
did you fare, son?”
“All right, I guess.”
“Well, I guess we’d better eat.
We’ll go to the short order today.”
No eating in the back of the gro-
cery today.
It was where the farmers went
and where we felt at home. He
said proudly to one of the men, “My
son’s just startin’ a term of school.”
The man looked me over. “Ain’t
he goin’ to be a farmer?”
“Sure he is,” said Pa confidently.
At the end of the meal he said,
“You needn’t hurry when school dis-
misses. I’ll be around the grocery.”
There he was, when school was out,
patiently waiting.
The next day I was on my own. In
my ill-fitting clothes, I moved about
in this new and complicated world
in a sort of daze. When I arrived
each morning I hated to go in, and
when school dismissed I darted
away to where I had my horse sta-
bled and clunked off for home as fast
as I could.
Mornings were worst. As I rode
in on old Dave, I would have to pass
students on the way to school. I
felt horribly ashamed of big-footed
Dave who had a way of making dis-
tressing noises. I was the only one
who had to clump in on horseback
and when Dave rumbled by, the stu-
dents would turn their eyes on us,
and it seemed to me I would die.
I soon discovered the streets most
frequented, and veered my course
so I wouldn’t be seen by so many
students. Now and then a boy would
come out of his home, fresh from
breakfast and fall in with friends on
the way to school. It seemed to me
the very epitome of luxury to be
able to live in town, get up late,
and have gay friends to walk to
school with.
At noon the boys and girls went
to their homes, but I went to the
widow’s stable where I kept Dave. I
would water him and put his feed in
his box, then sit down near him and
the two of us would eat.
The barn was so gloomy and fly-
filled that I wanted to take my pa-
per-wrapped lunch somewhere else.
But there was the problem of the
other students who always seemed to
be smiling at me.
r began putting my lunch in my
pocket and going behind the Meth-
odist Church. But now and then
someone would come through the al-
ley and stare. Finally I hit on a
new plan. There was an areaway
back of the church and I would low-
er myself into it and unwrap my
lunch:
I would go back to the school
groupd where the other boys were
playing, and would stand around,
wanting to play but not knowing
how to go about it. Now and then
one of the boys would make a friend-
ly advance, but I would be brief with
him to show I was getting along all
right.
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(See Recipes Below)
Let’s Bake Breads
If you want to fill your home with
delectable aroma, there’s nothing
like freshly baked
breads with
which to do it.
Saturday baking
is something
which the present
generation knows
little or nothing
about, because it’s so easy to buy
good bread.
Breads should be light and tender,
tender crusted and flavor-packed.
Hard to do? No, easy if you follow
instructions. Many- are the cooks
who have baked perfect bread the
first time they’ve tried.
Kneading is important, but this is
not difficult. This is done by push-
ing the heel part of the palm down
into the dough and folding over, then
repeating the process over and over
again. Once you establish the rou-
tine, there’s a kind of fascinating
rhythm to it. The dough should be
kneaded until satiny and smooth.
Don’t try to hurry up the rising
process. It takes just so long, and
good bread can’t be hurried along.
The temperature' should be fairly
warm, around 80 to 85 degrees Fah-
renheit for bread raising.
If you want to avoid the dark
streaks in bread, add all the flour
at the time of mixing. If added lat-
er, flour gives a coarse texture and
makes unattractive streaks in the
bread.
Two processes are used in mak-
ing bread. If the sponge method is
employed, the yeast is allowed to
work in a batter-like mixture be-
fore other ingredients are combined
with it. In the straight method, all
ingredients are combined at once.
If you are trying to save on sug-
ar, here is a good recipe to follow
for making bread:
♦Enriched Bread.
(Makes 4 1-ponnd loaves)
2 cups milk
Vt cup light corn syrup or honey
4 teaspoons salt
2 tablespoons shortening
2 cups water
1 cake yeast
14 cup water (lukewarm)
12 cups sifted enriched flour
Scald milk. Add
shortening or water,
warm. Add yeast
Lynn Chambers’
Point-Saving Menus.
Beef Tongue with Raisin Sauce
Riced Potatoes .
Cabbage Au Gratin
♦Homemade Bread
Carrot-Orange Salad
Rhubarb Betty
Beverage
♦Recipe Given
Bake in a moderately hot oven (400
to 425 degrees) 40 to 45 minutes.
If you like rolls often, particularly
for breakfast, may I suggest you
keep this recipe for sweet dough
conveniently at hand? It will make
enough dough for 2 coffee cakes or
3% dozen sweet rolls.
Foundation Sweet Dough.
2 cakes yeast
Vi cup lukewarm water
1 cup milk
14 cup butter or substitute
Vi. cup sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
5 cups enriched flour
Soften yeast in lukewarm water
Scald milk. Add butter, sugar, syrup
and salt. Cool to
lukewarm. Add 2
cups flour and
beat well. Add
softened yeast. jA[|
Beat eggs and
add. Mix thor-
oughly. Add re-
syrup,
Cool to
salt,
luke-
which has been
softened in Vi cup
lukewarm water.
Add flour gradu-
ally, mixing it
thoroughly. When
dough is stiff, place on lightly floured
board and knead until satiny and
smooth. Shape into smooth ball.
Place in greased bowl. Cover and
!et rise in a warm place until dou-
bled in bulk. Punch down. Let rise
again. When light, divide into 4
-final portions. Round up each por-
tion into a smooth ball. Cover and
let rise 10 to 15 minutes. Mold into
loaves. Place into greased pans
and let rise until doubled in bulk.
Lynn Says:
Sweet Toppings: The founda-
tion recipe for rolls may be
varied many times to give vari-
ety to rolls and coffee cakes.
Here are several good topping
suggestions:
Mix % cup sugar, 2 tablespoons
grated orange peel and 2 table-
spoons orange juice on top of cof-
fee cake during the last 10 min-
utes of baking.
Or, cream together 2 table-
spoons of butter with 4 table-
spoons brown sugar, Vi cup nut-
meats, chopped, and % cup coco-
nut. Spread on coffee cake just
a few minutes before it finishes
baking and brown under broiler.
Mix 2 tablespoons butter with
Vi cup sugar, 3 tablespoons flour,
% teaspoon each cinnamon and
nutmeg and Vi cup chopped nut-
meats. Sprinkle on top of quick
coffee cake batter.
maining flour to make a soft dough.
Turn out on lightly floured board and
knead until satiny. Place in greased
bowl, cover and let rise until dou-
bled in bulk. Punch down. Shape
into tea rings, rolls or coffee cakes.
Place on greased baking sheets or
in greased pans. Cover and let rise
until doubled in bulk. Bake in a
moderate oven (375 degrees) 25 to
30 minutes for coffee cakes, 15 to 20
minutes for rolls.
Honey-Orange Rolls.
1 recipe Foundation Sweet Dough
Vi cup honey
2 tablespoons grated orange rind
When dough is light, punch down.
Let rest 10 minutes. Roll out to
rectangular sheet Vi inch thick and
9 inches wide. Spread with honey
and sprinkle with orange rind even-
ly over honey. Roll up jelly roll
fashion, sealing edges. Cut into
1-inch slices. Place cut side down
in well greased muffin pans. Cover
and let rise until doubled in bulk.
Bake in a moderate oven 20 to 25
minutes.
Variations for Sweet Dough: Add
2 cups raisins to Foundation Sweet
Dough and bake in two loaves for
raisin bread.
Quick Coffee Cake.
(Makes 1 8 by 8 inch cake)
1V2 cups sifted flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
14 teaspoon salt
1 egg
Vi cup light corn syrup or honey
14 cup milk
3 tablespoons Shortening
Sift together flour, baking powder
and salt. Beat egg, add syrup, milk
and shortening. Blend thoroughly.
Add to flour mixture, stirring only
enough to moisten flour. Pour over
apricot or prune layer in greased
square pan or top with cinnamon
crumble mixture. Bake in a mod-
erately hot oven (400 degrees) 25
minutes.
Apricot or Prune Layer.
(For Coffee Cake)
14 cup chopped cooked apricots or
prunes
1 tablespoon butter or substitute
2 tablespoons honey or light corn
syrup
Blend ingredients thoroughly and
spread over bottom of greased pan
before pouring in batter.
Cinnamon Crumble Topping.
2 tablespoons butter or substitute
2 tablespoons sugar
14 cup flour
14 cup dry bread crumbs
14 teaspoon cinnamon
Mix all together with a fork until
mixture is of the consistency of
coarse crumbs. Sprinkle over bat-
ter before baking.
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Its Language
J oan—If money talks,
should we answer it?
Jasper—I give up.
Joan—Just say, “Hi, Finance!”
Longer Short
“Can you take this letter in short-
hand?” harassed employer asked a new
secretary.
“Of course l can,” she replied, “but
that way it takes me longer”
Dead or Alive
“Yes, my son went out west sev-
eral years ago to make his for-
tune.”
“And what is he worth now?”
“I don’t exactly know; but six
months ago the authorities were
offering $2,000 for him.”
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Baby’s Wardrobe
A FOUR-PIECE wardrobe for
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The dress and sunsuit are edged
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narrow lace.
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requires iy4 yards of 35-inch material?
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Civil War Draft Agent Lost
Life in Notifying Draftees
A tombstone in a cemetery near
Washington, Ind., bears this curi-
ous inscription: ‘,‘In memory of
Eli McCarty . . . killed while noJ
tifying drafted men.”
Wounded in one of the early bat-
tles of the Civil war, Captain Mc-
Carty left the Union army in
March, 1862, and became a gov-
ernment agent enrolling men for
the draft. Aroused by the news of
the draft a group of southern sym-
pathizers vowed to shoot a govern-
ment agent on sight. McCarty was
their unfortunate victim.
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