The Aransas Pass Progress (Aransas Pass, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 16, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 28, 1932 Page: 6 of 8
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IT'MPLOYEES of the Des Moines
•I-' assembly plant of a big auto-
“mobile manufacturing company
were called back to work the other
day after months of idleness. The
reopening of the plant was hailed
by the Iowa city as a sure sign
that prosperity was returning, and
the parade put on by the workmen
was heartily cheered.
OUR EVENING STORY
By THORNTON W. BURGESS
VTO ONE has much of anything to
do with Rattles the Kingfisher.
He and Mrs. Rattles live: their lives
quite by themselves. Others of the
little feathered people are very social,
and you often find them together.
Many of them are close neighbors in
the Old Orchard, and when the time
comes for the long journey to the far-
away sunny Southland a great many
of them journey together, and the
same thing is true when they come
back in the spring. But the Rat-
tles family is not social. Mr. and Mrs.
Rattles always are found by them-
selves, and if the truth must be told,
they seem to prefer it that way.
Now I suspect that it is partly be-
cause they want to be alone and part-
ly because the other birds will have
nothing to do with them. And the
reason that, they . will have noth-
ing to do with Rattles is because
they do not understand him. In the
first place, he isn’t at all like other
birds save that he wears a feathered
coat and flies. He perches in trees,
Mr. and Mrs. Rattles Always Are
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but never walks or hops about on the
ground. Yet he makes his home in
the ground, a thing that no self-re-
specting bird does save one other, a
cousin of Skimmer the Swallow.
Pert little Jenny Wren, the gossip of
the Old Orchard, happened to hear his
rattle as he flew over the Old Orchard
one day, and it set her gossipy little
tongue to going as only it can go.
There isn’t any tongue that can wag
faster than that of Jenny Wren.
“Just hear that noisy fellow,” said
she “I don’t wonder he and Mrs.
Rattles want to live by themselves.
If I had a voice like that I would
want to do the same thing. Did you
ever hear such a voice? Isn’t it aw-
ful? He can’t sing a single note, and
I’ve heard say that when he makes
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training in Los Angeles with her team-
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love to Mrs. Rattles he doesn’t have
a single soft note. Blacky the Crow
has a harsh enough voice, goodness
knows, but he can soften it when he
wants to. The same thing is true of
Sammy Jay. He screams most of the
time, but sometimes his voice is really
beautiful. There must be something
wrong with anyone whose voice is al-
ways as hard as that of Rattles. And
then, too, his head is too big for his
body. I never could bear people with
big heads.”
“But you will have to admit that
Rattles has a handsome coat even if
he hasn’t a fine voice,” spoke up Wel-
come Robin with a sly wink to Goldie
the Oriole. You know Jenny Wren
has a very sober coat, a plain little
brown coat.
Jenny tossed her head and jerked
her tail. “Fine clothes never make
fine people,” she snapped. “I would
rather have a fine voice than a fine
coat. Rattles has rather a good-look-
ing coat, though I don’t know as I
would call it handsome. He needs
something good. I’m told his home
smells something awful. But what
could you expect of anyone who lives
in a hole in the ground and eats noth-
ing but fish?”
“I live in a hole in the ground, and
I know a good many others who do
the same thing, and let me tell you
that our houses are as neat and
clean and sweet as those of people
who live in holes in trees,” spoke up
Johnny Chuck, who had been listening.
“For my part I think Rattles the King-
fisher has more sense than some peo-
ple I could mention, if it is true that
he makes his home in a hole in the
ground.”
“That is all right for you folks who
cannot fly;” retorted Jenny Wren
sharply, “but for a bird—Bah! It
gives me the feeling that he is only
half bird. And they say that he makes
his nest of fish bones! Did you ever
hear of anything like that? No self-
respecting bird will have anything to
do with another who lives in a hole in
the ground and uses fish bones for a
nest. Fish bones! Think of it!”
“I don’t know that that is any
worse than using Mr. Blacksnake’s old
clothes to line a nest with, and that
is what Cresty the Flycatcher does,”
said Chatterer the Red Squirrel, who
had been listening.
“Certainly It is!” snapped Jenny
Wren. “And then think how the place
smells!”
And so Jenny Wren chattered on
and on, and the other birds said little.
Hut it was clear to Johnny Chuck that
they agreed with Jenny Wren. They
didn’t like Rattles the Kingfisher, and
all because he didn’t live as they did.
(©, 1932, by T. W. Burgess.)—WNU Service.
WITH SOUR CREAM
A S OFTEN sour milk and cream ac-
cumulates, one must be alert to
make the best use of such valuable
food.
Johnny cake is one of the best of
hot breads to use the sour' milk or
cream. If one has cream, the short-
ening may be lessened or left out en-
tirely.
Sour milk and sour cream may take
the place of the sweet milk in any
recipe when using flour. A bit of
soda, often not more than an eighth
of a teaspoonful need be added and
the usual baking powder used as in
the recipe for sweet milk. It is better
to stir the soda into the sour milk or
cream, seeing that it is well dissolved,
before adding to the flour and egg
mixture.
When sour cream is to be substi-
tuted for fat, one must .remember that
it takes the place of some of the liquid
as well as fat. A very little experi-
ence will enable one to judge of the
richness of cream and the exchange
when using it instead of butter.
Another point to be remembered is
that sour milk needs a bit more thick-
ening than sweet, as the lactic acid
acts on the gluten of the flour, soft-
ening it.
Sugar Cookies.
Take one cupful of sugar, one egg,
one cupful of thick sour cream, one-
half teaspoonful of soda, flour to roll
—about two cupfuls—two teaspoon
fuls of baking powder, one-half tea-
spoonful of salt, one-fourth teaspoon-
ful of leinon extract and a grating
of nutmeg. Mix and roll out only a
portion at a time. Brush the cookies
BEFORE YOU
WRITE
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
'T'HINK twice before you write a
T letter,
The things to say, the words to
find.
Will it make someone happier, better,
More pure of heart, more clean of
mind,
Or make the eyes a little wetter
With thoughts unkind?
Think twice before you write a lover,
Think twice before you write a
friend.
Shall what you write seem sweet as
clover,
More firmly bind and closer bend,
Or shall it say that all is over
And at an end?
Think twice, life’s sea may more di-
vide us
Or may unite us; good or ill;
Our letters ships to those denied us
That make them near, or farther
still.
Yes, they may come and sit beside us,
If we but will.
Think twice before a letter leaves you,
And, if your pen was dipped in gall,
Though friends are false, though love
deceives you,
Though visions fade and castles
fall—
Then you would better, though it
grieves you,
Not write at all.
(©, 1932. Douglas Malloch.)—WNTJ Service.
with milk and sprinkle with coarse
sugar. Bake ten minutes in a hot
oven. This amount makes three dozen
thin cookies two and one-half inches
in diameter.
Chocolate Drop Cookies.
Take one cupful of browh sugar,
one egg, one cupful of thick sour
cream, one-half teaspoonful each of
soda and salt, three-fourths of a cup-
ful of nutmeats, one and one-half cup-
fuls of whole wheat flour, one tea-
spoonful of baking powder, three
square of chocolate and three-fourths
of a cupful of raisins. Mix and drop
by teaspoonfuls on baking sheet.
Bake at lower temperature than sugar
cookies. This recipe makes three
dozen.
(©, 1932, Western Newspaper Union.)
Warrior* of Gideon
According to Scripture, Gideon’s 300
followers each was armed with a
sword, trumpet and earthen pitcher
containing a lamp.
BONERS
Gareth rode along a high cliff and
fell into the jaws of a yawning abbess.
BONERS are actual humorous
tidbits found in examination pa-
pers, essays, etc., by teachers.
An epistle is a wife of an apostle.
* * *
Genius is an infinite capacity for
picking brains.
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Shakespeare wrote the Merry
Widow.
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The dome of St. Paul’s is supported
by eight peers, all of which are un-
fortunately cracked.
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Christianity was introduced into
Britain by the Romans in 55 B. C.
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The trade of Spain is small, owing
to the insolence of the people.
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Robert Louis Stevenson got mar-
ried and went on his honeymoon. It
was then he wrote “Travels with a
Donkey.”
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An example of hard water Is ice.
(©, 1932, Bell Syndicate.)—WNU Service.
Dot and Ruche
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The dot and the ruche make a clev-
er combination in this frock of red
and white.
Artificial Silk
A substitute for silk has been sought
for a great many years. As early as
1855 George Audemars of Switzer-
land patented in England a process for
making artificial silk like filaments
from collodion and liquid rubber. The
artificiar silk industry was not estab-
lished on a practical basis, however,
until the invention of a French count,
Hilaire de Chardonnet, who exhibited
a cellulose yarn in Paris in 1899. His
process has been improved and de-
veloped into the rayon of today.
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lYl members of his staff “talking” to planes in the air during the annual tac-
tical inspection of the Mitchel flying field on Long Island. The proceedings con-
stituted a demonstration of the use of radio in warfare and were a part of the
mock battle that was staged for visitors.
lure Nev?s
(WNU Service)
C'VELYN ACTON glanced quickly
around to see whether any of the
waiters were watching, then deftly re-
moved two rolls from her gay little
red-leather handbag and put them on
the table beside her cup of steaming
coffee. Coffee in this very glorious
place was only 20 cents and it gave
her a feeling of prosperity to break-
fast with the successful business men
and women of the town.
This morning, however, she was
rather depressed because for three solid
days she had been hunting a position
without success and her funds were
now reduced to small change and a
square meal was only a nagging mem-
ory to her. She looked wistfully at
a juicy piece of fried ham that a pa-
tron had hastily left on his plate at
the next table and crinkled her little
nose as its fragrance came invitingly
to her. It seemed to tease her and
make the dry rolls drier in her mouth.
Then after she had finished she did
a strange thing. As she rose from the
table she opened her purse, took out
a pencil and piece of paper, then sat
down at the ham table. As she scrib-
bled aimless words she noticed that
there was a clean spoon beside the
plate and the knife had only been used
for cutting, so she was afraid of it—
only a matter of seconds now and she
would be nonchalantly placing bits of
the tender meat in her mouth—sensing
that some one was at her elbow she
looked up into the implacable face of a
waiter.
“Pardon, madam, permit me to re-
move this and you will have more
room to write.”
The ham was whisked away and the
clean spoon and the knife that had
only been used for cutting, but quick
on the heels of disappointment came a
sense of escape; if that waiter had not
come at that moment he would have
seen her eating the other patron’s
breakfast
“Making your way in a big city isn’t
so bad,” she reflected, “until you lose
your position, and then—” poignant
homesickness rushed over her as she
thought of the little home town she
had left and of Jack Dalton who had
wanted to marry her and whom she
had so flatly refused.
“All right,” he had said with a
shrug. “When you get through with
your career you can come to me.”
That was four years ago. With a
toss of impatience she pulled herself
together and walked swiftly along.
“If you want to impress people,” she
soliloquized, “you have to hold your
head up when you wear 'a $5 dress
marked down from $12.98 (on the tag)
and want it to look like a $75 French
creation.” So she walked jauntily
down the street, her disappointed
stomach already beginning to scream
for the ham it didn’t get. That was
one deceiving thing about a coffee-and-
rolls breakfast; it had a way of play-
ing hide and seek, it was gone and you
found yourself all wish washy and
weak.
“Now, let’s see, where’s that ad-
dress?” she went on. “Yes, 746 Em-
pire building. The Wearever Tire
company. They said to call at ten
o’clock. Its three blocks down and
two across. I’ll just about get there on
time. Wonder how many others they
wrote to call, too. But my letter was
a good one if I say it—maybe they’ll
take me.”
And the big building swallowed her
up. She left the elevator at the sev-
enth floor and turned the knob of the
big door leading to suite 746.
“You wanted a stenographer?” she
said to the man at the high desk.
“Yes, please step this way, Miss
Acton.”
He showed her to the office door
marked “private” and returned to his
desk. As she entered the man inside
turned to face her, then he rose and
took both her hands in his.
“Evelyn!” he said gently as the girl
started at him, her face- suddenly
blanched, then she recovered herself
and greeted him flippantly enough.
“Same old Jack Dalton,” she laughed
a little forced laugh.
“You look like a million dollars,”
he said surveying her. “Let’s get out
of here where we can talk.”
Like an automaton, she followed him
out of the office and they went to a
little restaur,ant nearby. ' '
“I was so excited waiting 1 couldn’t
eat breakfast,” he explained. “What’ll
you have? When I read that-letter
signed Evelyn Acton in the handwrit-
ing I knew so well—”
“It was the biggest shock I ever
got,” she laughed. “You were pre-
pared because you knew I was coming,
but I wasn’t.”
“You’ve changed,” he said, after a
pause. “I don’t know what it is;
there’s something—a little wistful
about you. What is it? It’s entranc-
ing.”
“Wistful! Downright hungry!”
thought Evelyn, but she said:
“You’ve changed too—you’re—I don’t
know—even nicer than before.”
“Nicer than a career?” he asked.
“Don’t fool me, Evelyn. I’m serious.”
“Uh, huh!” she replied, slipping a
piece of broiled ham into her mouth.
“Come on,” he begged. “Let’s get
out of here before I express myself
in public,” but Evelyn only crinkled
her nose at him, gave his knee a little
pat under the table and said:
“You’re going to eat a good break-
fast before you leave this restaurant.”
And he did. They did, I mean.
MercolizedWax
Keeps Skin Young
Got an ounce and use as directed. Fine particles of aged
akin peel off until all defects such as pimples, liver
apotB, tan and freckles disappear. Skin is then soft
and velvety. Your face looks years younger. Mercolized
Wax brings out the hidden beauty of your skin. To
remove wrinkles use one ounce Powdered Saxolite
dissolved in one-half pint witch hazel. At drug stores*
Too Smart
The late Julius Rosenwald, the
Chicago philanthropist, said in an ad-
dress in Roanoke before one of the
4,000 Rosenwald colored schools:
“Smartness is al right provided it
is all right. Give me the straightfor-
ward smartness of John D. Rockefel-
ler. I want none of the tricky smart-
ness which resembles little Willie’s.
“ ‘Did you eat your caramels?’
Willie’s mother asked him as they
left the picture palace.
“Yes’m,’ said Willie.
“ ‘What did you do with all the
sticky paper wrappings?’
“ ‘I put ’em,’ said Willie, ‘in the coat
pocket of the fat man on my left.’ ”
Barge on Reservoir
A new boat has been added to the
municipal fleet of Los Angeles, Calif.
This strange craft, officially known
as a chlorine barge, will chug back
and forth over the waters of the 100-
acre reservoir that supplies water to
the city. The boat will release chlor-
ine gas, compressed to a liquid in
eight tilted cylinders, into the water
through long spouts. The powerful
chemical kills germs and minute
growths.
Foresight
“Mary, have you touched the
barometer?
“Yes, ma’am, it is my day out, so
I put it to ‘Set fair.’ ”
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Fish Stories
A red salmon tagged by the bureau
of fisheries in Alaskan waters was
found 44 days later in a Serbian
stream 1,300 miles away. In response
to 15,000 requests, the bureau dis-
tributed 138,392,000 game fish last
year, which is only 3 per cent of
the number it hatched. Incidentally,
the bureau has tagged 1,500 sea trout
for study.
ALMOST
FLAT ON
HER BACK
Aching back I Will
it never stop? She’s
nearly desperate,
Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Com-
pound has relieved
f‘feminine troubles”
for over 50 years.
Just Right
He—So you got a suitable flat this
time?
She—Ytes; big enough for us, and
too slnall for visitors.—Stray Stories.
That some of the weeds are pretty
does not alter the fact that they are
weeds and useless.
A boy never tells his troubles to
a man who wears whiskers.
For over 50
years it has been
the household
remedy for all
forms of
It is a Reliable,
General Invig-
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Malaria
Chills
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Kendall, C. P. The Aransas Pass Progress (Aransas Pass, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 16, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 28, 1932, newspaper, July 28, 1932; Aransas Pass, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth990895/m1/6/?rotate=270: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Ed & Hazel Richmond Public Library.