Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, June 03, 1932, Image 2

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    Bellefonte, Pa, June 8, 1982.
Seaward and seaward, and sail the
barques away,
And one shall wait their coming home
for many a weary day;
And one shall wave to phantom ships,
pale, unavailing hands
Where feeble watchfires flicker, on deso-
lated strands.
Seaward and seaward,
barques away,
But the storm winds sweep the ocean and
drown the prayers we pray;
The harbor bells are ringing—are 1ing-
ing o'er the foam,
But who shall say what day the ships
shall sight the shores of home.
still sail the
Seaward and seaward, and so we drift
Be glad, dear heart, if life has known
one withering rose of May;
The stars are still above us, the heaven
is bending o'er,
Thank God for hearts that love us,
though we return no more!
—— A ————
(Concluded from last week)
He knelt and took Robbie in his
arms. The boy's eyelids fluttered, he
sighed deeply, trembled—and looked
up at the captain.
“Safe-o,’ Peepsight cried joyfully,
“The bird's gone—crashed in the
field yonder. Where are you hit?"
“Nowhere, sir. Please lift me up.”
Set on his feet, he sagged against
the top and smiled foolishly, “Scared
me,” he confessed.
The two veterans exchanged
glances. “Well, it requires a certain
quality of courage to confess that,”
Peepsight observed. “However, the
next time you get frightened, Rob-
bie, don't faint. When the army is
attacking is just the time we nead
you on the job.”
Peepsight strolled over to the
burning plane and watched the
flames consume the dead aviator,
“They go forth to Valhalla in a
burning ship—like the Vikings of
old,” he thought.
He uncovered to his dead enemy
and threw a clot at Andy, who,
raised to a high pitch of excitement,
was barking furiously at the pyre.
Rebuked for his
barking, he fled for comfort to Rob-
bie, who was now at the edge of the
river washing the dreadful signs of
battle off his face and blouse. Gras-
by stood by, watching him with a
grim smile.
“By the way, Robbie,” he called,
“nobody knows you fainted except
the captain and me. When the plane
came over, everybody scattered ex-
cept you and Enderly. You two
stuck by your horses, and when
that plane fell the other riders for-
got their teams and ran over to it
like a lot of curious schoolboys. A
good driver never deserts his teams.
Remember that.”
“I'm glad my father wasn't here
to see me flunk it,” Robbie quaver-
ed, “He'd have been terribly asham-
ed. He drove a lead team of mules
in Dyer's battery in the Philip-
“I knew him,” old Grasby de-
clered. “We called him String Bean
Stewart. I drove swing on the same
piece and he kept me busy cursing
him. Lazy dreamer! He wouldn't
keep his team in draft. You are
four times the lead driver your old
man was, Robbie.”
“Perhaps.” Robbie countered; “but
then Dad was brave and I'm not.
Oh, Sergeant Grasby, I'm terribly
“Nothing surprising about that,
Robbie. I've seen your father so
frightened that one day when we
received the order to mount and
knew we were going to auvance
through heavy rifle fire at close
range, he climbed half-way up
his horse, collapsed and fell off.”
“He never told me about that.”
“He wouldn't. He was ashamed of
it because it changed his name
from String-Bean Stewart to Billy
the Flop, and finally we got to call-
ing him plain Flop Stewart.
never change. Pe that you
faint or you'll inherit your father's
“But how can I help it, top?”
“You can help it. A soldier has to
whip himself before he can whip the
to be ashamed!”
Robbie came back from the river
brim, looked at Tod Enderly and
turned away.
“I'll never be able
der much of that,” he cried broken-
ly. “It’s the blood. I can't bear it.
Even at home when they killed a
steer it always made me sick. I
don’t think Father can stand it,
“Oh, no. Flop Stewart got used to
it, son. Not in a hurry, but event-
ually. He succeeded in licking him-
pelt au: never knew a man who
a er . Hello, 's been
blessed, gr Jou Ayay
It was even so. Andy had had the
ast inch of his merry tail shot half
off. It was dangling, The excitement
was over before Andy had become
aware of his wound. Whimpering a
Muti, he called Robbie's attention to
Grasby took out his pocket-knife
and handed the weapon to Robbie.
“Trim your dog's tail,” he ordered
“Oh, you do it, top!” Robbie cried,
terrified. “I—I couldn't do it—hon-
estly, top.”
“It's an order,” Grasby said stern-
ly. “Trim off that dangling vertebrae
and put a first aid dressing on your
dog's tail”
“Oh, Sergeant Grashy—please,
please don't make me do it! I can’t
stand blood, I tell you.”
“Silence! How dare you talk back
to me! “Trim that dog’s tail all nice
and orderly or I'll have Peepsight
to stand up un- |
coward. He hates cowards.” i
. Robbie took the knife, clamped
| Andy's body between his knees,
“Open your eyes and look at it,”
He pulled a first-aid packet out of
his blouse and handed it to the boy.
“Get busy. Cry all you want to, but
cry wide-eyed. curse you!”
Weeping, wide-eyed, as per orders,
Robbie tied up Andy's damaged tail, |
Immediately Andy took the end of SOY.
his tail in his mouth and tore the
bandage off. Grasby laughed.
“He'll lick the wound and keep it
clean, Robbie. Take him up to the
medical detachment and have some
iodine put on it.”
Robbie picked up Andy and fled
with him.
Grasby looked down at Tod En-
derly. “Thus endeth the first lesson,”
he murmured.
It was Andy's custom to fall in
with his master’s squad at all dis-
mounted formations.
The section chief would about-face
and call: “Attention to roll-call,
Private Andy Stewart!”
“Yip! yip-yip!” Andy woud an-
swer, which was as close as he could
come to saying “Here!”
Of course this was not exactly
military, but everybody enjoyed it
and none more so than Peepsight,
who always encouraged anything
that tended to keep up the battery's
morale, and in order to lend official
authority to the practice he had
solemnly issued a battery order to
the effect that Andy must be report-
ed present at all formations, as a
precaution against losing him.
This evening Grasby observed that
Andy had a neat wound stripe
painted in bright yellow paint, on
his right shoulder. Peepsight noticed
it also, so immediately after retreat
he issutd an order authorizing the
wearing of a wound stripe by Pri-
vate Andy Stewart!
The battery took the road again
after supper. Until midnight they
toiled through a wood, along a road
where the traffic was in the wildest
state of confusion.
Thus far the road had been free
of shell fire, all of the arrivals pass- |
ing high over it and bursting in the |
country off to the right. But sudden-
ly interdiction fire came down on!
that road. Crash! Crash! Crash!
Four in a row. The battalion bugler |
sounded “Halt!” The shells burst a
hundred yards in front of Robbie
among the ammunition lorries and
in the light of the second burst Rob-
bie saw the ruin the first had
wrought. He closed his eyes—and a
hard hand closed over his boyish
thigh and squeezed it hard.
“Open your eyes!" Grasby ordered
calmly, “Keep them open! We'll get
three salvos and then they'll shift
—up the road or down it. Mighty
accurate shooting, I'll say.”
The fire shifted up the road. “For-
ward!” Peepsight ordered, and
mechanically Robbie gathered his
team and squeezed his mount, fight.
to n
ing with the animals
plunging, remembering
their wild
in a mechanical way that he must
not put them abruptly into draft.
The fragments w ed around
them in the darkness, but if any-
body had been hit Robbie did not
know it. Grasby rode beside him
and the pressure of the veteran's
knee against him was wonder y
reassuring. And then, just as they
came well within the danger zone,
Sie ne ited > them and down
e —to Battery-—and Rob-
bie heard the hoarse ay com-
ing up the line of section chiefs.
“No casualties in B Battery!”
“C Battery halted and remained
halted,” Robbie heard G say.
' “But when the shift came our oid
man followed it! He uses his bean!”
WL, Midey Rovbic forget 0 be
, W imagination dallied
Tn haute w |
sight, in First i Grasby, in
B Battery, surged « over him and with
su; came a wave of
pre Bd. in the leader, :
A challenge came out of the dark- |
ness. ht heid a brief consul- |
tation an unseen presence and
called: Column left! Ho-0-0-0!"
Robbie swung his leaders and was
mile down the country road they
met another marker. |
“First section only! Column left!
| Ho-0-0-0!"
| field; |
ing easily down the road: another
route-marker picked the first section |
‘up in the field and guided them in-
to the firing position; when the!
piece was from the limber, |
Robbie, with by riding boot to |
‘boot with him, departed with the
limber of echelon, but not before
Andy, filled with canine curiosity,
(had leaped off the limber with the
| cannoneers. Consequently Robbie
| drove off without him. |
| Day was just
| Sergeant Grasby
| a little
|S am ee ct ght
{ t
luck would hold. It did not. An ob-'
| server for a German battery saw |
| them and started ranging on
| head of the column,
Ensued a mad game of tag, with
Grasby leading the limbers at a
lop, from left to right, into
causing constant shifts in range
deflection, until a fold in the ground
hid them from that observer and
enabled them 30 gals the’ safely: of
the little valley. a wooded road,
under a -cut bank, Grasby park-
ed the rs.
He ran his eye over the drivers.
All were in their saddles, but Robin
Stewart was weaving weakly in his.
“Losing your merve?” he said.
“Hereafter you
“Two horses hit in first section,”
the caisson corporal of that section
top roared. “You're flunking it.” Proper]
| him and came
| ordered one of the detail.
| How he wasnt kiliod
dawning when first |
led the limbers
across a wide pasture toward |
that ran cular
Jat | aop
‘and Grasby patted the boy's back;
when his hand came away it was
“Oh, Lord,” he half moaned, “the
skipper’ll bust me for this.”
Peepsight, his observation-post
dug in, his
tween his two platoons, with signai-
ers and runners lying quietly in the
tall grass along the hillside, waited
patiently for the war to commence.
He had not bothered to erect a camou-
flage, for he had taken up his firing
tion in an orchard and the wide-
ung, leaf-laden branches screened
the guns very effectively. A little
rolling ground sufficiently high to
afford good concealment for his gun
flashes—or flash defilade, as it is
called—rose and two hundred yards
in front of the position and in a
thicket on the crest of a hill a quar-
ter of a mile in front and on a
flank Peepsight studied
rounding country through his field
In the grass a few hundred yards
down the reverse slope Andy was
questing furiously backward and
forward, with high head and me:
tail, quartering “birdy” ground, Sud-
denly he flashed into a point and
held it.
The partridge whipped up and
over the thicket where Peepsight and
his detail lay. Andy marked with
anxious eye the direction of the
flight and resumed his work. When
no more partridges were to be found
he remembered that one had escaped
up to the
thicket. A hundred feet from it,
scenting his friends, he entered the
thicket and lay down beside Peep-
“Hold him, Dunnigan,” the captain
“If he
| gets playing around here he may
tip off our post of command to an
astute enemy observer.”
Even as he e four
bangs” landed without preliminary
warning, a hundred and fifty yards
out front. They were bunched!
“For the present this is no place
for us,” Peepsight decided.
The telephone private pulled up
the ground peg, the telephone cor-
poral hugged his instrument to his
bosom and the detail rolled out of
that thicket and down the slope us
another salvo landed closer, ore
the thicket could be “bracketed”
Peepsight and his men were in safe-
a little creek watching that bracket |
ty and set up in business
close in on the thicket. Presently a
direct hit set it afire!
“Where's Andy?" said
Nobody knew! The firing cessed
and the detail crept back up the hill.
There was no sign of Andy, for he,
displeased at the reception accorded
him, had fled over the crest again.
In the wide valley below he saw a
vineyard. He had been in France
long enough to know that partridges
lurk in vineyards, so he went down,
double-time, to investigate. There
were bees or droning beetles in it
scout a grain-field farther ahead.
In the grain-field he took a head-
over & man who did not appear
notice him. Andy sniffed this
and decided he did not ifke him,
distrusted silent men who nev-
thrust out a friendly hand to
in i
all those silent men. Yes, there
was one regular fellow among them,
for he called:
“Hello, old pup! Where are you
bound for?”
Andy wagged his tail in greeting.
“Nice doggy. Come here, boy!”
Andy hesitated. The man was a
stranger to him, and when
' a dog is a little bit rattled, Tuc
is the part of wisdom, Pa
rolled over, reached in his haversack
and brought out something wrapped
brown paper, It was a of
e willie, and he held it toward
| Andy, Thereupon Andy remembered
was without breakfast, so he
crept up and daintily accaptad the
morsel, while the man's hand strok-
ed him.
“Whatya got there, Bill?” a voice
called out from the wheat.
“Nicest little English setter I've
seen this year, Ben, and the little
sun of a gun has been
“How's your dog marked, Bill?”
“Pure white—not a blue tick on
him. Black saddle, black left ear,
tan eyebrows and muzzle.”
“First-aid dressing on the end of
was | his tail ”
his |
“I know him, Bill. I marked him
back in that last village we came
through, He was settin’ up on the
limber of a seventy-five with a
couple of red-legs. He's an artillery
“Hey, what's that?” Some one
with the voice of authority spoke.
The new speaker came crawling
down through the wheat to the cor-
poral and Andy.
“Yes, that's the dog,” he said.
“His battery can't be far from here.
Back over that hill, most likely,
Hello, little dog. him down,
corporal. Can't afford have him
killed, because it's just the mercy of
God he’s here. , have you
got a small can of beef in your
haversack ”
“Yes, sir’
the sur-'
“whiz- !
Peepsight. | "ain the singsong cadence an-
kept wheat field and stra
| “Empty it and toss me over the
| can. Got an extra boot-lace corpor-
to your battery
mander to clean ‘em out for us.
sending runners all morning—
y heart's broke killing good
wrote a message, tore the leaf
the message book and tied it
ther with a neat c
sketch securely around Andy's col-
lar. Then he tied a duplicate of it
in the brass ring of the collar.
“A tin-canned dog goes straight
for home,” he told the corporal
grimly. “Face him west.”
So the corporal faced Andy west
and the captain struck him rudely
and yelled, “Scat, you poor little
devil!” Andy sprang ahead-—and im-
mediateiy felt a pain at the end of
his tender tail. Then something hil
him with a bang; he jumped to es-
cape it and it hit him again. His
terror knew no bounds.
Oh, those brutes! He would put
distaste between himself and them!
He would run home and some good
friend would cut this Terror from
him. Howling pitifully, he went!
Cannoneers were wiping off new
ammunition and placing it handy
to the guns when Andy came over
the hill. The executive officer saw
him coming-—heard him, in fact!
“I've heard of German atrocities,”
he declared, “but I'm hanged if I'd
ever believe they were low enough
to tin-can a dog. Look at poor Andy.
If he ain't the sorry little soldier-
Prof. Martha Van Reuspelae, 2x.
-eight, long a member -
el University faculty and a lead-'
figure in the field of home econo-
died in St. Luke's hospital May
26. Several ago she was chos-
‘en by the National League of Wo-
men Voters as one of the 12 great-
“The scoundrels!” the men growl- |
ed and cursed fearfully as Andy's
pitiful wails drew nearer. Straight
down to No. 1 piece he came and
leaped into the welcoming haven of
the section chief's arms. And there
he lost the demon that had pursued
him so cruelly. There the section of-
ficer found that Marine officer's
message fast in his collar.
A runner came up the hill to B.
C. post and handed it to Peepsiglit.
Peepsight and Sergeant Ford swept
the terrain with their glasses, and
est living American women the Asso-
ciated Press reports.
For many years she was head of
t the school of home economics at
During the World War she was in
Washington as director of the home
conservation division of the national
food administration. She was widely
known as a magazine editor, public
speaker and author.
Miss Van Rensselaer was born in
Randolph, N. Y,, on June 21, 1864.
She received her A. B. degree from
Cornell in 1909.
Before going to Cornell, she was
a public schoo! teacher in Western
New York. For six years she was
school commissioner of Cattaraugus
Long before Cornell University
had even a department of Home
Economics, Miss Van Rensselaer had
organized a well developed extension
rogram for the farm women of the
State which was part of the exten-'
sion service of the college of agri-
culture. This work began with read-
ing course bulletins for the home
and soon grew into clubs co
of women who met to study together
the bulletins and the programs for
study outlined in them.
As this work grew in importance,
instructors from the college under
the direction of Miss Van Rensselaer
went out to the communities to per-
sonally help these groups with home
econc:nics problems.
In 1907 the Department of Home
Economics was organized at Cornell
and courses were offered to students
in residence at the university. At
' this time Miss Van Rensselaer and
had no difficulty in locating the tar-
gets and their approximate coor-
dinates on the map. When the firing
data had been swiftly computed and
checked the telephone
transmitted it to the guns.
“Number one! On the way! Num-
ber two, on the way! Number three,
way,” the telephone corporal droned
' in his si g voice.
“Short!” said Peepsight, cbserv-
on the way. Number four, on the
ing the impacts. “Right one zero!"
He 1 ned his range a fork.
| “Over!” snapped Peepsight—and
split his fork.
| nouncing the departures. The salvo
| fell in perfect adjustment on the
| near flank of that little patch ot
| woods—and Peepsight “searched” it,
| backward and forward over and
| back, as one might play a hose up-
on it. Twenty-five pounds per piece
| rapid fire—and then Peepsight Et
the firing data on the farm.
sheaf of fire shifted, Srept up the
, slope and bracketed that farm. The
bracket swiftly narrowed, closed
in on the target and that farm be-
| gan to disappear!
| Suddenly men were seen running
| from it—whereupon Peepsight
| changed to shrapnel and smeared
| them before they could reach the
| shelter of an adjacent grove.
| Presently, down in the valley, a
| thin brown line came up out of the
| slope while P ht laid a
| before them. The brown
| ne ppeared over another low
hill and the battery ceased firing.
| “What a perfectly gorgeous shoot
| Avy has furnished us,” Peepsight
| rapturously as he took the
| baby boy today,” he commanded.
| The poor devils are down there in a
| hole working like mad and never see
| the good they're doing.
Miss Flora Rose were named as
heads of the department and to-
gether developed its work, both ex-
tension and resident teaching.
In 1920 it was made the school of
Home Economics and ranked as a
rofessional school in the State col-
ege of agriculture,
Fourteen Pennsylvania State
Teacher's colleges held their an-
nual June commencement exercises
on Tuesday, May 24, when an es-
timated total of 2600 students
received degrees and certificates’
from their respective presidents,
Dr. James N. Rule, State super-
intendent eof public instruction and
chairman of the board of presidents
of the teacher's colleges announced
that graduates from the four-
year courses totaled approximately
830, each of whom, 6K received
the degree of Bachelor of Science in
Education. A total of more than
1700 students completed the two-
year course and received normal
school certificates. Two students,
one at Indiana and one at Clarion,
completed the three-year course now
The State Teachers’ college at
Bloomsburg awarded degrees and
certificates to approximately 192;
| California, 189; Cheyney, 30; Clarion,
' 153, Indiana, 389;
' Lock Haven,
ed up the!
Lg and called up the executive.
those red-legs, they're papa's
| they've done good work; tell tiem
| they've saved the infantry!
| hortly after dark the sergeant
| came up with the teams and the
91; East Stroudsburg, 162, re,
untztown, 153;
5 Mansfield, 10
Millersville, 148; Shippensburg, :
Slippery Rock, 211; and W Ches-
ter, 362.
In the four-year preparation
courses the colleges graduated
their largest group for school
teaching, a total of 440. y-five
were graduated in the four-year
ele curriculum; seven in the!
intermediate; 14 in the kindergarten
primary; one in rural; 130 in health
education; 39 in public school art;
88 in public school music; 46 in
home economics and 30 in the com-
mercial curriculum,
From nearby ts, new week-end
rates now in
points on the Pennsylvania Railroad
(and the various seashore terminals
| guns were sneaked out and put in
| position four miles farther
| Peepsight was very happy. He had
had an hour of hard counter-battery
front. |
work that afternoon and was burst-
toa Grasby how the crews had
| served the guns as if at drill, while
| he Cheinys
| rived with deadly regularity.
| “We've lost a few
Grasby, it was beautiful.”
t two shrapnel bullets in his back,
e was pretty badly hit—right
shoulder-blade mashed up a bit, but
| he won't die and he won't be crip-
pled. The doctor says he's out of the
war for keeps, though.”
“Amen!” said Peepsight fervently.
“But he drove his team.”
“Yes, sir, and weaving in his sad-
dle like a drunken man. I didn't
even know he'd been hit. He was
crying and I thought he was going
to faint again. When we'd hauled
the limbers into park he calle? me
with pride over his red-legs. He | ni
overs and shorts ar-|
“Robbie's been blessed, sir,” Gras- | adventure—and so has
| by reported. “I thought that first old
| burst was well over us, but Robbie
“I saw that dog, too. Hold him, cor-
located at the 40 or more beacu:s
along the New Je ocean front.
Travelers using week-end
tickets may start their journey as
early as Friday
tickets are good on all ns,
Among all the resorts on the At-
lantic coast, none is more famous
than Atlantic City. This world re-
nowned resort is visited annually by
an estimated 12,000,000 people. The
city itself is located on a small is-
with a resident population of
e the visitor thinks of the
Atlantic ocean as being east of the
States, it is a fact that at
City the ocean is practically |
south of the city.
If I do the
Stewart. A
iy 's stopped,
you know |
“Poor kid! Well, he knows what
war is like now. He's had his great
A e |
pup was wounded and under
continuous fire and he was worthy
of his master. He delivered the
S%%Wen nave to keep Andy with
us, sergeant, but if I get through |
this I'll bring him home to the boy
“Yes, sir,” Grasby replied. VA |
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A broken promise is like a check with
out a signature,
Ladies who own them and gen-
tlemen who admire them, here's
some brand new informa-
The waistline is placed just under
the bust, with fabrics failing in an
unbroken line to the skirt hem. The
waist is no longer lifted tightly,
but with the dresses moulded sn y
under the bust, there is a supple line
follows the curve of
the waist, defines the hips and ends
over the ankles. It would be obvi-
ously impossible to have created a
silhouette that is moulded at the
bust, waist, hips and knees, this is
an exaggeration of fashion and an
indication of the passing of the
moulded and swathed figures. This
new silhouette will undoubtedly
bring about a e in the skirt
length, and for daytime they will be
appreciably longer,
You can have lots of
fabric bags and gloves. Matching
them to each other—ma the
bags to your shoes. Wearing mesh
gloves with a mesh blouse. You'll
see a great flourishing of suede
finished fabric gloves. White, par-
ticularly, in the simple hand-sewn
pull-on style, sometimes with th
stitching in black. .-
The four and six-button gloves fit
your wrist snugly this year, and
flare just a little above, And the
longer six and eight inch-button
mousquetaires which go with more
formal costumes have sn wrists
also, and are worn ed over
the arms.
fun with
Natural colored tweed will be im-
portant for country and beach
clothes this coming summer—at
least if French prophecies are in-
dication. At the Winter resorts
the Riviera, where the first sunshine
of the year brings out the clothes
that are slated as advance fashions,
many women seemed to prefer this
natural-colored fabric, With sis light
creamy tinge, to those were
either all white or frankly beige.
Often as not, the coat or dress
made of this type of material ap-
pears in town as well as in the coun-
try. This year, several designers are
showing both dresses and coats, as
well as jacket-and-skirt combina-
tions, made of this light tweed.
With prints, lots of folks like
beige fabric gloves. And right now
the dark fabrics are having their
day, accenting light costumes.
The pique gloves that got plenty
of hands last year are back, often
combined with suede fabric or doe-
skin. We saw one past yomin
match the crispness of a broad
pijieutne fabric
, breaking inta a little circular
at her wrists,
Of course, with meshes pulling
in such a big way, you'd ex-
pect to see mesh gloves, too.
It's easy to find fabric bags to
play partners with your fabric
gloves. Some are actually made of
glove fabric in white, beige and
bright colors. Framed bags, with
contrasting ornaments, and envel-
opes with tricky openings.
And we've seen some slick ones in
linen-like material, to go with linen
shoes, Both sides and bags are of-
ten bought in white and then d
to the same bright shades, so t
fashion-aBatp eyes won't find them
“just a off.”
Fabric in the rough. Cord-
ings, ribs, nals, basket weaves,
rough silks for afternoon.
a few ideas on how to
fresh, send for our bulletin of
on cleaning accessories.
Raw milk or cream will expand
more than cooked milk, but the lat-
‘ter gives a more velvety and creamy
ice cream so that it will keep long-
All mixtures should be more h-
ly sweetened and flavored en
warm, since detracts
Allow raw fruits vo stand in sug-
‘ar for at least 1 hour before adding
to mixtures, or stew slightly.
Nuts, cut fruits, etc., should not
half frozen, or
action of the freezing. Do not fill
any can more than two-thirds full,
as all mixtures expand one-third at
least during the combined whipping
and freezing process. This is a tip
to always buy an oversized freezer.
True ices are made from fruit,
ces and syrups, with no cream,
hut are similarly stirred or shed
while freezing. They are of ee
Br Water. ices made of fruit juices
cooked with sugar or syrups.
Sherbets made of fruit juices and
and with melted gelatin or
OE water-ices of fruit
and syrups and sugar, frozen to a
granular consistency.
Freezer with two portions, so that
both ice and a cream may be made
simultaneously, is a wise investment
in some families. Again, even the
tiny toy freezer or invalid's freezer
holding about 2 cups, will quickly
furnish a cooling dish which a child
can make. There are also several
| when I call at their ranch for Cicero. | types of power-operated freezers for
| That ranch certainly produces fire nome ET pore current supplies the
the motor power, and all the house-
wife needs to do is connect the can
and let it crank its own.
A tablespoonful of lemon juice
added to the water in which eggs
are poached will make them firmer.