La Grange Journal. (La Grange, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 22, 1914 Page: 7 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
The Watermelon and James, two
tramps, bantering each other regarding
their personal appearance, decide to
clean up. acquire new clothes and let
their companion, Mike, be the Judge
as to which Is the better looking, water-
melon goes to a barber shop, wins the
contests of the cash register from the
barber by a clever trick and gets a
shave. He discovers a young man bath-
ing In a lake and steals his clothes. While
Bitting In an automobile he discovered
standing empty by the roadside, General
Crossman and his daughter, Henrietta,
drive uo In a car. Assuming that his car
Is disabled, the general prolTers assist-
ance. Watermelon hands him a card
bearing the name William Hargrave
Batchelor. The general recognizes the
name as that of a young man who broke
the cotton corner In Wall street a few
days before. , He Invites him to dine with
them. Watermelon Is Introduced to Bart-
lett. a big Wall street operator, and his
daughter, Billy, with whom he proceeds
to fall In love. Bartlett, who has been
stung by Batchelor’s operations, plans to
keep the supposed broker with him for
a week while he works a coup in the
market He wires Instructions to his
broker. While chitting with Billy, the
telegraph boy tips oft Bartlett’s message
to Watermelon. Watermelon decides to
Join Bartlett and the general In a week’s
auto trip. Watermelon slips away and
tells his hobo companions of his adven-
ture and asks them to find Batchelor and
give him the tramp clothes. The party
starts out with Bartlett's and Crossman’s
cars. Late at night they come to a de-
serted house, break In ana eat their lunch.
CHAPTER X.—Continued,
"A alight mistake,” said he.
“Ah, yes," said Henrietta, "as when
you go off with another man’s um-
brella.”
The general, with rare nerve, took
a bite from the sandwich and laid It
on the table. He drew his handker-
chief and wiped his hands. “I will get
the blue book,” he began busily, his
mouth still rather full.
"We don’t need the blue book to tell
us to get out.” said Henrietta, a bit
tartly. She looked at the dainty pile
of sandwiches, the cold chicken, cakes
and olives on the table with the wood-
en plates and gay paper napkins she
had arranged for the coming feast and
hesitated. She wished some one was
courageous enough to suggest that
they eat before they leave.
“Certainly not,” said the general
"But If we had consulted them before
we left—”
"Sort of In the fashion of an oracle,”
sneered Henrietta as she began slowly
to gather up the napkins and the wood-
en plates. >
"Tell me," said Bartlett calmly, Im-
personally, not as one desiring an ar-
gument, but Blmply as an humble seek-
er after knowledge, with no prior
views on the subject, "tell me, can you
never make a mistake if you have a
blue book?"
"No,” said Henrietta, “never. With
the blue book one could go directly to
heaven. It would be Impossible not
to.”
Billy laughed.
"Billy “would laugh at her funeral,”
said Bartlett coldly.
"We haven't anything to cry about,”
said the Watermelon, frankly uncon-
cerned. "It’s for the man who owns
the house to do the crying.”
“How did you get here?” demanded
the general, as Alphonse went to get
the blue book, for the general could no
longer be gainsaid In his desire for
his book. “Is this where the Higgins’
home should be?!'
"Why no, father,” said Henrietta,
“or it would be here.” v
"I meant, Henrietta, did we come
the right way? If we took every turn
and have come far enough and not too
far, this should be the Higgins’ house.”
"It should be," admitted Bartlett.
"But It isn’t”,
"Why not eat here?” suggested the
Watermelon, unimpressed by the as-
pect of the affair as it struck the oth-
ers. "We can hunt for the Higginses
afterward. They ought to be around
somewhere unless we’re helplessly
lost."
Henrietta smiled and took out the
napkins she had laid back in the bas-
ket. “It won’t take us long,” she
agreed. "We don’t need to have any
tea."
"No,” protested Bartlett, glancing at
the door and listening for the crunch
of wheels on the gravel without, "no,
we must leave at once. We aren't
lost The Higginses’ Is probably the
next house.”
“Suppose it Isn’t,” said Billy.
"Just so,” answered the general.
“We will return to the village and put
upr at the hotel. It Isn’t late.”
•It’s half-past gleven,” said Henrlet
ta, glancing at her watch.
Alphonse returned, blase, Indiffer
ent “There are no books,” said he,
<gtold pf all interest In the affair.
"No books?” cried the general. "Al-
phonse, what has become of them?
Did you take them out of the car be-
fore we left?"
"No,” said Alphonse, and violent,
positive protestations could not have
been more convincing
"But where are they? I left them In
the car.”
"They probebly fell out, father,"
said Henrietta.
"They have never fallen out before.”
snorted the general. with base suspi-
cions against Henrietta.
“We can get another tomorrow,”
said Henrietta. ”We will simply re-
turn to the hotel in the village for the
night" And once more she replaced
the napkins la the basket
"Yes," agreed Bartlett "There le a
good hotel near the railroad tracks."
“Where are the railroad tracks?"
asked the general, who had lost all
faith In Bartlett’s knowledge of the
country. "We passed no railroad
tracks.”
“Just before you come to the vil-
lage,” retorted Bartlett, Irritated as a
badgered animal. “You have to cross
them as you come up the^maln street”
"We crossed none,” said the general,
with the indifference of one who real-
izes that there is no more to hope for.
The boat Is sinking, let It sink. The
last cent gone and the. landlord com-
ing for two months’ rent Let him
come. %
“No," said Billy gently, "we didn’t
father."
"Why, we did, we must have," pro-
tested Bartlett. "I always come here
on the railroad train. They have to
flag It, but It stops. Why, I know there
are tracks there.”
They were all gathered around the
table, except the. Watermelon and Al-
phonse. Alphonse still stood by the
door, hat in hand. He was merely a
paid hireling. His master’s affairs
were none of his. The Watermelon
Btlll sat on the dresser and swung his
feet. The predicament was only one
of the many he was more Or less al-
ways involved in and not worth think-
ing about. Batchelor and the police
did not worry him that night It was
tod early.
"Why not eat something before we
go?" he said. “We have been here
about an hour now, and another hour
won’t make our crime any the woree."
“Yes," agreed Henrietta promptly,
surprised at her own depravity.
"Let’s,” and again she took out the
plateB and napkins.
"Suppose they cdme back," softly
whispered Billy,
Instinctively they all glanced at the
door, and Henrietta paused with her
hands on the edge of the basket
The Watermelon laughed. "You ain’t
worrying because you broke Into an-
other’s house,” said he. "What’s fret-
ting you Is that you may be found
out”
“It’s awful,” acknowledged Billy. "I
feel funny In my stomach and have
creeps up my back.”
"So have I,” said Henrietta, and
nodded grimly.
"Do what you please,” said Bartlett
"But don’t get caught.”
"They won’t come,” said the Water-
melon. "They have been gone for
quite a time and aren’t coming back.”
“Ah, my dear Holmes,” Baid Henri-
etta, "explain your deductions.”
“They’ve been gone long because
there is so much dust on everything
and tile house smells so close. They
won't be back tonight because none of
the neighbors have been in to leave
anything for them to eat and there
aren’t any chickens in the chicken-
house. Alphonse would have stirred
’em up if they had been there.”
“Suppose some one passes and sees
the light,” suggested the general,
tempted to the breaking point by the
dainty supper so near at hand and the
thought of the terrible apology of a
meal they would get at the dilapidated
hotel they had passed in the village.
And above all things, the general loved
his meals.
“We are at the back of the house
and It Is almost twelve. Every one
Is In bed and those who aren’t are
drunk and wouldn't be believed any-
way."
"It’s five miles to the village,” added
Bartlett with no apparent relevance.
"Aw, be game,” encouraged the War
termelon. "Be sports.”
"Just being hungry Is enough for
me,” declared Henrietta, taking the
last of the edibles from the basket.
CHAPTER XI,
A Night’s Lodging.
The general hesitated. It was not
lawful, not right. They had broken In-
to another man’s house and should
leave at once. But all his life he had
lived by rules and regulations, followed
life’s blue book as persistently and as
well as he did the auto blue book.
Now he was lost, the blue book was
gone and there was an indefinable
pleasure in letting go the rules and
regulations that had governed him so
long. In the warm July night, with
the youthful, foolish Billy, and the Ir-
responsible Watermelon, the general’s
latent criminal tendency came upper-
most, that tendency in all of us once
in a while to‘do wrong for the sake
of the adventure In It, for the excite-
ment and fascination, rather than for
any material gain. In the experience
of being in another man's house un-
known and uninvited by the owner, of
listening for the rattle of a’ wagon
turning in at the gate, for the crunch
of a foot on the gravel without, there
was an exhilaration he tjgd not known
for years. He felt that a bold lawless-
ness which he had never had and had
always felt rather proudly was only
kept undbr by the veneer of civilisa-
tion. was rising In him and that he
was growing young again. He had al-
ways believed that If the occasion
arose, he could out-raffle Raffles.
"It will not do any harm." be
thought with the remains of his old
THE LA GRANGE JOURNAL, LA GRANGE, TEXAS
eanscienca. "We wttt go directly after
supper.”
It wan a Jovial meal. The conversa-
tion waxed merrier and merrier The
general grew younger with every
mouthful and Bartlett more and more
genial. He forgot that he was kidnap-
ing a famous young financier, and told
all his enjoyable stories with the skill
of many repetitions. When they had
finished, no one for a while made any
motion tq, clear up the table prepara-
tory to leaving. Billy, with her chin
on her hand, thoughtfully gathered up
the crumbs still on her plate and trans-
ferred them to her mouth. Henrietta
leaned back In her chair, her hands
clasped behind her head, gazing dream-
ily at the flickering lamp. Bartlett
and the general smoked In contented
silence and the Watermelon rolled a
cigarette with his long, thin fingers,
his old clay pipe discarded with his
rags. Alphonse was already asleep. A
snore from his corner drew their at-
tention.
The Watermelon licked his cigarette
paper and glanced at Billy. "He’s got
his nerve,” said be, putting the cigar-
ette in his mouth and reaching for a
match.
"J don’t think that any of us have
been lacking In nerve tonight,” said
the general, with no little pride.
“You’re dead game sports,” admit-
ted the Watermelon. “Let’s stay all
night.”
"It’s morning already," said Henriet-
ta. “We have stayed all nighl”
"Let’s sleep here,” said the Water-
melon. “We can leave early.”
"Er—er—are there any beds?"
asked the general.
“Father, father,” cried Henrietta,
“you are backsliding."
The general protested, Immensely
flattered.
The general always looked back on
that night gnd the week that followed
with wonder, thankfulness and pride.
When the Watermelon, waiting for no
further consent, picked up the lamp
“It Will Not Do Any Harm." Ha
Thought.
and started to Investigate the bed-
rooms, the general was the first to fol-
low him.
They found two bedrooms on the
ground floor, and though the beds only
had mattresses and pillows on them,
even the Watermelon did not suggest
a search for sheets and pillow cases.
The girls took one room, the men the
other.
The Watermelon was having the
time of his young life. Abstract prob-
lems of right and wrong did not troui
ble him. He took each event as it(
came and never fretted about It when*
It was over or worried about the next
to come. Batchelor would probably
try to make trouble, but If Bartlett
were as successful as he hoped to be,
and kept on getting lost, there was lit-
tle danger from that source. Bartlett,
desiring secrecy as much as the Wa-
termelon, hs.d effectually silenced the
enterprising reporter at the hotel.
It was early when Bartlett awoke.
He yawned and stretched, glancing
with amusement at the general, still
raising melodious sounds of slumber
from the couch at the foot of the bed.
Then suddenly he became aware that
the place at his side was empty, that
the Watermelon was gone. He crawled
stealthily out of bed and dressed, filled
with misgivings.
Batchelor had consented so readily
the day before to come with them that
now, when he had had time to think It
over, he might have regretted his de-
cision and be already on the way to
the railroad, somewhere. His had been
the master mind to conceive the check
and ruination of the cotton scheme.
an# surely he would see the folly is
what he had done the day before, when
lured on by the pretty, bewitching
Billy. He would realise now In the
clear light of day that he must return
to the city or get word to bis brokers
somehow. He might even then be In
a telegraph office, sending a dispatch
of far-reaching Importance.
Bartlett dressed with feverish haste
and hurried out to the side porch.
The Watermelon was there, sitting In
the sun, bis feet hanging over the
edge of the porch, talking carelessly
with the Immobile Alphonse. Both
were smoking and both had apparent-
ly been up for some time. Had Batch-
elor been to the village and tele-
graphed already ? He would have had
time to go and return if he had used
one of the cars.
The Watermelon looked up. "Hello."
said he.
“Hello,” said Bartlett "Been up
long?"
“Not so long,” said the Watermelon.
“Are the cars all right?" asked Bart-
lett.
"I haven't been to see,” said the
Watermelon, rolling another cigarette.
Bartlett drew a sigh of relief and
started after Alphonse for the shed
beside the barn. The Watermelon
had not had time to walk to the vil-
lage and back, besides telegraphing.
Bartlett paused and glanced over his
shoulder.
"Aren’t you coming ?"
"No,” said the Watermelon. "I ain’t
bugs about the gasoline buggies.”
Bartlett walked on, shrewdly guess-
ing that the languid youth was wait-
ing for Billy. Her charms, it seemed,
had not grown any less effective. He
decided that he would not try to get in
touch with his broker. He could trust
him to take care of the city end of
the business If Batchelor were to be
eliminated until the following Sunday.
Bartlett admitted to himself, as he
gazed abstractedly at the shining
cars, that the young man had not ap-
peared visibly Impressed either by
himself or the general. But Batchelor
was clever and would hide his elation.
The Watermelon’s slow drawl at
last aroused him.
"Cut It,” said the Watermelon.
“The cops are coming."
One of New York’s leading citizens,
bank president and corporation direc-
tor, felt a slow, cold, clammy chill
creeping up his spinal column. His
first instinctive desire, like that of
the Bm.il boy caught robbing an apple
orchard, was to hljfe. Last night was
one of those unfortunate occurrences
it were best to pass over In silence.
He turned and glanced at the house.
The place looked deserted In the morn-
ing sunshine. The blinds were drawn,
the doors shut The general and the
girls apparently still slept, and no
country variety of New York’s "finest"
with warrant and shotgun could be
seen,- approaching. Alphonse looked
up from the car and gazed a moment
at the house with the scornful Indif-
ference fqr the law and Its minions of
the confirmed Joy-rider.
"I do not see anyone,’’ said Bartlett
with calm dignity. (
“They are creeping up on us," said
the Watermelon cheerfully. "Trusl
the rube to do the thing up In style.
Three men came along. They stopped
down by the gate and talked, pointing
up here, then one ran on to the vil-
lage to get help, I suppose, and the
other two are waiting down there.”
“I will go and explain that It was a
mistake,” said Bartlett
“Now, don’t do that,” adjured the
Watermelon. It was Just possible that
the police had already picked up his
trail and he preferred the chance of
escaping in a car to stealing away by
himself, through the woods, a tramp
again, leaving behind him Billy and a
week of fun. "Alphonse can bring up
tfie cars and we can slip away- before
the' reinforcements come. See?"
“I will explain that It was a mis-
take—’’
“Mistakes,” said the Watermelon
coldly, "aren’t on the cards In school
and the law. Come up to the house
and see the others first, anyway.”
“One can afford mistakes as well as
any other luxury,” said Bartlett
"Money is all the fellows- want”
"Let's talk It over first with the oth-
ers, anyway," urged the Watermelon,
feeling that it might be that money
was not all they wanted.
They found the general and the girls
in the kitchen putting It in order.
“Cfertalnly," said the general with
the calmness of one immune from the
law. "We will explain.”
“What?” asked Henrietta, as she
drew shut the basket lid and slipped
in the catch.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
HAVE CONFIDENCE IN FUTURE
Present Generation Is Optimistic as
to the Doings of Those Who
Are to Follow.
& If these Is any one thing which more
than another distinguishes this gener-
ation from all those generations of
which we have record it is that the
people of this day are vastly mere
Interested In the future of mankind
grandchildren will be without sense
and a greater tendency to avoid tying
the future up with constitutional re-
strictions, statutory custom and lega-
cies of responsibility.
An admirable Illustration of this
strte of mind is Indicated by the
words of the New York clergyman
who Informed his congregation the
other day that human existence so far
has been the "night of life" and that
dawn was Just breaking for the "real
than they are in the past And they | morning of humanity’s kingdom ” The
are excessively optimistic about It ! gentleman may be wrong or he may
Where once a lot of fq'se wa4 mad* j be right There is no scientific in
about the achievements and thf hlgn j strument so far devised which will
character of the ancients the talk I foretell the days to come Hut such
now is of the wonderful folk still un-| l*,k- believe. Is of Incalculable I
born and of the marvels It Is taken ‘ T*,u«' helps a great deal in 'he '
for granted they will perform There j wor*c of throwing off such tradition*
la less tendency on the part-of mature . l*n(* habit* re bind us rather than sid
ns to e res urns that their grants I “•*—Toledo Bi*d%
COLD WEATHER DISHES
ABUNDANT NUTRIMENT FOR THB
BODY IN WINTER.
Appetising Method of Preparing and
Serving Veal Cutlets-l-Corn Bread
m Its Best-»Re«lpe for Vir-
ginia Smothered Chicken.
By LIDA AMES WILLIS. .
Veal Cutlets a la Malntenon.—Pro-
cure two pounds of veal culeta, having
them cut three-fourtlis of an Inch
thick. Trim neatly, then dip each
one first In beateu egg, and then In
pounded cracker crumbs, seasoned
with salt, pepper and a bit of mar-
joram. Wrap each cutlet In half a
sheet of buttered letter-paper or heavy
paraffin paper, well buttered; lay on
a greased broiler, and broil over, or
exposed to, a clear fire, not hot
enough to scorch, however. Turn oft-
en. When they are done, have fresh
papers ready to put the cutlets In if
those enveloping the cutlets become
discolored. The edges of the papers
should be fringed and twisted to se-
cure the Juices of the chops. Veal
cooked In this manner Is delicious, as
all the Juices and flavor are retained.
Baked Squash.—Cut In pieces as for
serving, remove the seeds and stringy
portion, brush with molasses, season
with salt and pepper, and bake until
soft. Add butter and serve from the
shell.
Trifle.—Get half a dozen little
sponge-cakes (lady fingers or slices of
stale sponge-cake may be used). Also
a dozen freBh macaroons. Make a
thick custard with three eggs* two
tablespoonfuls of corn • starch mixed
with a third of a cupful of Bugar, and
two-thirds of a pint of milk. Scald
the milk, turn It over the eggs and
sugar and cook over hot water until
thick; then set away to cool. Arrange
the sponge-cake in a glass dish and
moisten with a gill of cream, flavored
with vanilla. Sprinkle powdered su-
gar over the cake. Then spread a
layer of raspberry Jam or strawberry
Jelly over this. Add the macaroons
and pour the cold custard over the
whole. Heap whites of eggs, beaten
stiff, over the top, sweetening them
slightly, or whipped cream in place
of the eggs. Chill thoroughly before
serving.
Corn Bread.—Sift one cupful of yel-
low cornmeal, and one cupful of flour,
and put together. Add one teaspoon-
ful of baking powder, and half a tea-
spoonful of salt Beat two egg yolks
light; add a pint of milk and a table-
spoonful of melted butter. Stir this
Into the meal and flour, and last of all
stir In gently the beaten whites of
the eggs. Pour the batter Into a
thoroughly well-greased breadpan.
The batter should be two Inches deep.
Just before It Is placed in the oven,
pour carefully Into the middle of the
batter, a cupful of sweet milk. Do
this* very gently, and do not stir 1L
Bake In a moderate oven for at least
three-quarters of, an hour. When
done, cut Into squares with a hot
knife, split open and butter and eat
while hot.
Virginia Smothered Chicken.—Spilt
a tender chicken down the back and
lightly season with salt and pepper.
Put Into a roasting pan with a cupful
of hot water and bake In a hot oven
until tender. Ass soon as It begins to
brown, make a paste of two table-
spoonfuls .each of butter and flour,
spread over the chicken, and then
baste every ten minutes with the pan
drippings until the chicken Is a nice
brown. Take out the chicken and
keep hot. Place the pan over the fire
and pour In a cupful of rich milk or
thin cream, and stir until It bolls up.
Season to taste with salt and pepper,
and pour over the chicken. Garnish
your dish and serve.
Fried Oysters.
Select large fine oysters, drain and
dry with a napkin, lift with thumb
and forefinger on either side of the
eye or hard portion; dip Into bread
crumbs and then Into beaten egg, and
again Into bread crumbs. It Is seldom
necessarf to add salt to the crumbs,
but a little .pepper, black or red, as
preferred, Is an Improvement. After
crumbling, pat the oyster between
the hands and lay upon a platter to
dry well before frying. To fry. Im-
merse in deep hot fat in which a
piece of bread will brown nicely.
When the oyster comes to the surface
it Is done. Drain and keep upon a
hot platter until all are ready to serve.
Oyeter Cocktail.
Cut a cover off stem parts of six
even sized sound green peppers, scoop
out insides, remove seeds from covers
as well as stems, and place In six
small, deep oyster plates with shaved
Ice all around. Place 48 freshly open-
ed small Blue Point oysters In ■
bowl, add six drops tabasco sauce, six
tablespoonfuls freshly and -very finely
grated horseradish. Mix all well to-
gether. then evenly divide oysters In
the six green peppers, place covers
Dn and serve with a teaspoon on each
plate. ,
Olive Oil for Shoes.
Patent leather shoes may be kept
In good condition during the cold
weather by rubbing them with a little
olive oil and polishing with s piece
of Canton flannel. This will keep the
leather from cracking and the shoes
will always appear new.
Hard Soap.
Soap that Is allowed to dry and
harden lasts twice as long as If nsed
when fresh. Therefore. It la cheaper
to bay In qaantitios and keep it la •
dry place.
KEEP
PAYS TO
For One Thing, It le Good to
to Turn to An1
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Few women outside of business
academic circles realise the
enoe of the card catalogue
says the Christian Science
One energetic woman who t
a very successful secretary
efficient housekeeper and
because she remembered in b
rted life the deview that had
her in business. She had a number
of catalogues to indicate the state
of her household supplies—linen, etc.
—but the moat interesting of all woe
her card catalogue cook book and
menu index. It was Just like a library
catalogue, being composed of a cou-
ple of drawers In a little cabinet filled
with cards on which were typed reci-
pes. Those cards were grouped under
appropriate heads and made readily
accessible through a number of guide
cards headed. Dinners, Soups, Entrees,
Salads, Meats and Desserts. When
faced with the problem “What shall
we have to eat today?" she simply
ran through her cards for the meal la
question and often found the recipe
for a dish she had quite forgotten
about
For use as a cook book this arrange-
ment is much more convenient than
the old book form. The collection of
recipes grows rapidly, too, as It is so
easy to paste on a card a newspaper
clipping or a recipe from a household
magazine, and slip the oard into Its
proper place where It does not get
lost, as loose papers have a habit of
doing. The catalogue outfit is quite
Inexpensive and the utility of the
scheme will certainly repay the orig-
inal trouble of making.
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HOUSEHOLD HINTS
When making a cake mix the
spices and baking powder with the
flour before It Is sifted.
To distinguish cotton from linen
moisten a spot of the material. If
the material wets through Instantly
it Is pure linen; cotton does not take
up moisture so quickly.
Black walnut furniture or furniture
made of any dark rich wood should
be cleaned occasionally with a soft
rag dipped in paraffine oil, then pol-
ished with another soft rag.
There is always a cause for a flick-
ering kerosene oil light. Either the
tqp Is clogged, the wick or chimney
is a misfit or a draught of wLqd may
be blowing Into the room.
To clean velvet stretch It taut, pile
upward, over a basin of boiling water.
As the steatn rises through the velvet
have a second person brush it brisk-
ly with a dean brush.
When the eyes ache relieve them
by closing them for a few mlnutsa.
If there is a burning sensation bathe
them with hot water, to which a four
drops of witch hazel has been added.
To test silk, fray out the thread*
and break them. If they snap easily,
it is not good. The wrap thread run-
ning lengthwise should be of equal
strength with the wool thread running,
crosswise.
When frying doughnuts it is a good
idea to have a disk of boiling water on
the stove. As each cake is done, lift
it out with a fork and dash quickly
Into the boiling water and out again.
If your kitchen is small and crowd-ft*''
ed, take out the kitchen table and
have a binged shelf made. A shelf *
answers every purpose of a table and
n out of tho way when
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can be put down out of the
not in use.
Baked Apples.
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with
Select apples with the same degree
of hardness and rather uniform
remove the cores. Unless the--
are very tender it is best to pare them.
Water sufficient to cover the bottom
of the bake dish should be added If
the apples are not Juicy. Bake in a
quick oven. Cover the first ten min-
utes, then remove the cover Just bn-
fore finished.' Serve with cream or the
following dressing: To the white of
one egg, beaten stiff, take one cup off
malt honey or meltose, which baa
been heated, but not to the boiling
point Pour the hot honey over the
beaten egg white ana beat until light
in color. Flavor with lemon,
or orange.
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tffi
Bombay Special*'
Take half a pound of finely grated
fresh cocosnut boiled eight or tea
minutes in a pint of milk. Beat live
eggs lightly with quarter of a
of fresh butter and sugar to
When light and well mixed,
with a penny sponge cake,
crumbled; stale lady fingers will
ajver nicely. Stir gradually into 1
cocoanut and milk, which
time to cool. Add brandy,
Into a dish lined with good
and bake from 80 to 48 ml
1 1 —1 -...... .. •
Trleadllloea
One large cup chopped cool
(veal, beef or lamb), one-l
bread crumbs or boiled rice, o
spoon onion chopped fine, a
of salt, pep— “
with beaten
and brown t
pare and co<
fat.
1
If
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Pineapple Salad.
Place -----* -----“
leaf. C
Over this pql
sprinkle grou
maraschino <
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La Grange Journal. (La Grange, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 22, 1914, newspaper, January 22, 1914; La Grange, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth999036/m1/7/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Fayette Public Library, Museum and Archives.