The Flatonia Argus (Flatonia, Tex.), Vol. 56, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 25, 1931 Page: 2 of 8
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THE ARGUS. FLATONIA. TEXAS
Birthplace of Washington Is Being Restored
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Kitchen and main house of the restored birthplace of George Washington, which Is rising from the Ore ruins
of 150 years ago. The beautiful estate In Westmoreland county, Virginia, Is' being reconstructed by the government
to form an almost perfect reproduction of the house and grounds as they were during the youth of the first Presi-
dent The work will be completed In time for the George Washington bicentennial in 1932.
Fruit Soups Are Nourishing \
♦++++++++++++*+++++++*+++++++++*By NELLIE MAXWELL+++++++♦+++++++*♦+++++++++++++•»■-i-
Welcome, a thousand times welcome,
ye dear and delicate neigh-
bors—
Bird and bee and butterfly, and
humming bird fairy fine!
Proud am I to offer you field for your
graceful labors:
All the honey and all the seeds are
yours In this garden of mine.
—Celia Thauter.
/COCKTAILS are more popular as a
fruit beginner for the dinner than
soups, though In Europe they are en-
joyed by prince and peasant; chilled
with shaved ice they make a most
nourishing dish. With fruit soups the
nourishment depends upon the in-
gredients used, as with other soups.
Prunes, raisins, figs, bananas, persim-
mons and pawpaws have more food
value in themselves, though lacking
In other things. With the addition
of stock, milk and egg, the food value
is increased. Dried or canned fruits
are used as well as the fresh fruits.
Strawberry and Orange Soup.
Sprinkle a pint of strawberries with
sugar and let stand on ice for one
hour. Make a sirup of one and one-
half quarts of water and a pound of
sugar, cook for ten minutes, add a
quart of fresh berries with the Juice
of one lemon. Mash and strain, add-
ing a cupful of orange Juice with the
i
Nutty Natural
History
THE BLUE-CILLED GWIBB
fpiIE hunting of the gwlbb Is great
•a sport, as the hunter never knows
whether he or the gwlbb is being
hunted. The gwlbb haunts the Inac-
cessible lagoons where It lays Its eggs.
When all the eggs are laid the female
divides them equally with the male,
who places his half on hlh broad feet
and keeps them at the right tempera-
ture to age rapidly. At the sound of
the first shot, the male gwlbbs fly
aloft with their eggs, dropping them
on the hunter as he bangs away at
them. The result of the hunt depends
on whether the egg or the shot gets
there first, for If an egg hits a hunter
he either passes out or Is delirious for
several weeks.
A paper-shell pecan, with popcorn
attached for a nose, forms the head of
this bird. The body is an almond,
and the feet are almond kernels.
Cloves do for the legs and ears, and
the neck Is a toothpick. Eggs are
navy beans. In nature the face Is
pink with blue trimmings around the
chin and cheeks.
(© Metropolitan Newspaper Service.)
(WNU Service.)
berries which have been Iced. Serve
cold.
Prune and Peach Soup.
Take one-third of a pound of dried
prunes and two-thirds of a pound of
dried penches, soak overnight. In the
morning add a pint of cold water and
cook to the boiling point, then add
two tablespoonfuls of sago; cook un-
til the sago is clear. Add a cupful of
cherry, cranberry or other tart Juice
and serve either hot or cold.
Apple and Rice Soup.
Core and slice thin eight unpeeled
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Remembrances
Remain
— i
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH {
“It’s Just like a lot ef motorists to
hall you as *01*1 Tap,’ ■ says Ambulat-
ing Amalia, ‘and than nsvsr taka you
flar a spin."
lOepyrtskt.)—WNU Siivloe.
VTOU can’t remember Just the Joy:
s Remembrances remain, my boy.
Long after all the Joy Is past;
And that Is why our Joy must be
A thing of peace and purity.
Because Its memory will last.
Yes, many a Joy we might have
spurned
If we had known how dark It turned.
And so It Is with all we do:
However much may profit you
Some trick of trade, some doubtful
deed,
However long we keep our gain,
A lifetime longer will remain
The shameful memory of our greed.
The world may not remember, yet
You know yourself, and can’t forget.
It will not matter years from now,
We sometimes say. It seems, somehow,
These things will always matter
most
Our evil we may bury deep.
And smile, and then lie down to sleep.
But ev’ry error has Its ghost.
Whate'er you are, wherever at.
You can't forget, remember that
<©. 1111. Douglas Malloch.)—WNU Sorvlca.
apples. Cook them with one-half cup-
ful of rice until both are soft, using
two quarts of boiling water. But
through a sieve, add spices and one-
half cupful of orunge juice or grape-
fruit marmalade. Serve "hot.
A very appetizing salad may be
made by stuffing well plumped and
slewed prunes with cream cheese and
finely minced celery. Serve on lettuce
with a spoonful of french dressing, or
any other kind preferred.
(®. 1931, Waatarn Newspaper Union.)
Charles Dickens and Bob Fa gin
Chsrles Dickens, when shout eleven
years old, found work In a blacking
warehouse at Old Hungerford Stairs,
overlooking the Thames river, In an
unsuiory part of London. His work
there consisted in covering the pots
of paste blacking, first with a piece of
oil paper and then with blue paper.
After that he tied them with a string,
clipped the paper neatly all-round and
fastened a printed label to each pot
of blacking.
“You don't like It here over-much,
do ye, now?" the boy who worked be-
side him said one day.
"No, I don’t like It," was Charles'
reply.
The boy—his name was Bob Fagln
—grinned and shrugged one shoulder;
he was a large, heavily built boy with
coarse features. “That’s 'cause you’re
a gentleman 1" he remarked with a
wink at I'ol Green, one of the other
boys who worked In the big ware-
house. “You look pale, sort of. May
be you're worried about somethin', eh?
Maybe you've got a secret!”
Charles continued to paste his la-
bels in silence.
All that Bob Fagln had said was
true. Charles was not strong, and the
work that he was doing only served
to increase his ill health. He was also
tortured by the thought of his father
who was in a debtors’ prison. He had
spoken to no one about It; pride kept
his lips tight-shut on the subject. That
was his secret.
Later In the (lay, Just as he was
applying a label to one of the pots,
lie uttered a startled cry and pressed
Ills hand against Ills side.
“Ho!" cried Fagln, running to him.
"Here's a go! The lad’s In pnln."
With some of the straw that cov-
-efed the floor of the workroom he
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made a bed for his suffering com-
panion.
“Now, lad,” said Fagln, “you're still
weak, and you need help. If you
should try to go home alone, you'd
likely fall before you were halfway
there. Tell me where you live and I'll
go along with you. I'll see that you
get safe home to your father, I will."
Charles felt a warm flush over-
spread his cheeks. Home! He had no
home, only an attic room In a miser-
able lodging-house. If Bob Fagln ac-
companied him he would be sure to
discover the truth: that his father was
In Marshalsea prison!
"I—I feel better," he said at last.
“I’m sure I can reach home alone."
“And I say you can't!" the other
repeated. “I guess I'm not going to
let you start ’off alone!’’
Charles’ cheeks burned like fire.
There seemed to be no way out of It;
he must permit IJob Fagln to accom-
pany him. But he was still resolved
that he should learn nothing.
Night was closing In when he and
Fagln left the warehouse together. Dp
one street and down another they
walked in the growing darkness.
"You live a long way off, don’t
you?" Fagln said at last.
Charles nodded. He did not tell his
friend that they were merely walking
aimlessly about the city.
Finally Charles stopped In front of
a strange house. "Thanks!” he said
In a nervous trembling voice. “I—I’m
greatly obliged to you, Bob!" and he
ran up the stairs of the house and
rang the bell.
A servant came to the door and
frowned down upon the floy. “What
is It you want?" the servant de-
manded.
Charles glanced nervously over his
shoulder; Bob Fagln had disappeared
round the corner. He swallowed hard.
"Well?" Inquired the servant Irri-
tably.
"Does—does Mr. Bob Fagln live
here?” the question seemed to leap
from the boy's lips, unbidden.
“No!" Aud the door closed with a
bang.
Charles turned and quickly descend-
ed the steps, whence he made his way
to his miserable little attic room. He
had kept his secret!
Music Limericks
My little Pet Hen said. “In- ^
FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH
Harrison Carroll, Hollywood’s prat-
tler, tells one about the casting di-
rector on his deathbed. He Insisted
on picking his own pallbearers, and
named six.
"But what about So-and-So?" some
one asked. "He's one of your dearest
friends.”
“Yeah, but he won’t do. He’s too
short," said the casting director, “not
the type."—Photoplay Magazine.
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What Bothered Fathar
Father—I don't like to see
daughter lighting cigarettes.
Modern Mother—Don’t be old-fash-
ioned, John.
Father—It Isn't that. She's too
young to be playing with matches.
THREATENING MOTION
"De meetln’ had to disband very
sudden.”
"Did you make the motion to ad-
journ?"
"I sho did boss."
“How did you do It?"
“I made a motion like I were reach-
in’ foh a razor.”
A Slow Education
This world la very, very old;
Tat men both eloquent and bold
From year to year arise In turn
Insisting it has lota to learn.
If you think that I can suc-
You to see that I get good
A dear little (Iriie named
Went out for * ride in a
Fifty-Fifty
Peck (protesting)—Am I never to
to have my way in anything?
Mrs. Peck—Why, certainly, Henry.
When we agree you may have your
way, but when we disagree I’ll have
mine.
Choice of Evila
"Here comes Mrs. Gabblns. I think
ru get Nora to tell her I’m out.”
“Won’t the still, small voice of con-
science reproach you?"
“Yes, but I’d rather listen to the
still, small voice than to hers.”
GETTING READY
(WNU Service.)
| When Women Drop Their Friends |
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'T' HREE women socially prominent
X in New York stood In the witness
box lA a court of law and testified
that they had "cut’’ a friend when
she became Involved In a scandal.
Until her recent trouble, they said,
she had been their friend, and had
been received In their homes.
The smudge on her reputation, how-
ever, proved very damaging to her
social status, and subsequently she
was “cut”—In other words “dropped.”
She was no longer welcome In their
homes.
That’s all right; each to his own
way of thinking, as they say. My only
objection Is that these women should
not have used the term ’’friend."
I should have made no comment had
they said this: "We are three promi-
nent society matrons, with the accent
By JEAN NEWTON
on ’society.’ The social thing is every-
thing to us. We have our own strict
code. And it Is part of that code
that anyone who gets herself Involved
in something unsavory In the public
prints Is beyond the pale. She Is no
longer a credit to our set, and social
sets exist on assets, not liabilities.
Therefore she must be “dropped."
That would have been a straight-
forward explanation of how doors
that were once open may be shut In
a woman’s face.
But when these women use the term
friendship to describe their relations
with the woman they “cut” beenuse
she got Into trouble, from whom they
drew away as soon ns the relation-
ship threatened to embarrass them—
when they say they were her friends,
they are complicating matters, put-
ting the wrong slant on a quite obvi-
ous situation.
Had they been her friends, really
they would have flocked to her when
she got Into trouble. Instead of tak-
ing care to stay outside the shadow
which oppressed her, they would have
brought to It the sunshine of their
support. Oh. they may not have ap-
proved of what she hnd done, oh no.
But that has nothing to do really,
with their attitude toward her. That
would have remained loyal. What-
And powdmd her HD with ■
Guess the missing words and spell
them on the music staff.
(Copyright.)—WNU Sorvlcs.
ever they thought of her actions, they
might have told her In no uncertain
terms. But they would never have
told the world. They would have been
too conscious of their responsibility
as her friends; for it is In times of
trouble that the cue Is sounded which
calls out one’s friends. I have no
quarrel with the society matrons and
their viewpoint, but I do wish they
had not called themselves that wom-
an's friend.
(©, 1931. Boll Syndicate.)—WNU Service
Mother—Willie, run and tell papa
that dinner is most ready.
Willie—Pop's Just gone over to the
drug store after some of them new
dyspepsia tablets to be on de safe side.
Poaaiblo Perfection
"What Is your idea of a perfect gov-
ernment?” asked the interviewer.
“One,” replied Senator Sorghum,
"which finds a perfect population to
be governed.”
By BETSY CALLISTERt
QAUCES with a sour flavor are an
^ appropriate accompaniment for
many sorts of summer vegetables and
fish and the flavor of lemon or vinegar
tends to stimulate the appetite.
Here Is a recipe for Sauce Hol-
landalse or Dutch sauce, one of the
favorite sauces of French cooks. Beat
to a cream half a cupful of butter and
add the yolk* of two eggs, the Juice of
half a lemon, a pinch of paprika, and
half a teaspoonful of salt and place
the bowl of Ingredients In a saucepan
of boiling water, beating for a few
mlnutea until It begins to thicken.
Then add half a cupful of boiling wa-
ter, beating vigorously all the time.
When It Is fairly thick It is done—
that la In about five minutes If the
water bolls all ths time. It Is better
To use a small kitchen bowl than a
double boiler as tt Is important not
to let the sauce heat too quickly.
Sauce Hollandalse Is excellent with
cod and other fish of s rather dry
texture.
Sour sauce Is very good with beets.
It Is mads by blending two tenspoon-
fuls of flour with a little water to
form a paste. When free from lumps
add s half cupful of vinegar. Place in
a small double boiler and cook, stir-
ring until thickened.
Beets sometimes look well served
with a pink sauce which Is made by
cutting them np and adding them to
a white sauce with a little lemon
Juice and then reheating the beets
In the sauce until It has taken on a
slightly pink color.
(IB. 1911. Mecluro Nowapapor SyndlraU.)
(WNU Barvlro >
Financial Biography
He had a fortune In good style.
His ledger* cut a dash •
With mathematics for a while,
Hut not with real caeh.
Only 75 Mora to Go
Lougurnla—So this is your silver
wedding anniversary? Congratula-
tions, old man 1
Pudingit—Yep, that's the first 25
years of It over.
In Action
Traveler—Yes, Just as I was settled
comfortably in my tent I heard the
screed) and yowl of a wild cat.
Friend—Why didn't you serve It as
you do the cats at home and throw
your shoe at it?
Traveler—Because my shoes were
extremely busy about that time.
Home Court
“What should a lady wear at court?
“I didn't know you were to be pre-
sented."
“I’m drawn on a Jury."
Maids’ Ears
First Maid (talking about a party
given the day before by her mistress)
—And they all came In limousines
and had on the grandest clothes and
wore the biggest diamond!
Neighbor's Maid—And what did
they talk about?
First Maid—Us.
This Is the recently completed Indo-Chinese building of the new Uni-
versity City In Paris, the group of structures In which students of aacb
nationality are to hava their own bulldlnc.
A Siga
Gloomy Gus—What makes you think
times are getting better?
Cheerful Charles—Ths holss In
doughnuts are getting larger.
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Sedlmeyer, J. J. The Flatonia Argus (Flatonia, Tex.), Vol. 56, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 25, 1931, newspaper, June 25, 1931; Flatonia, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1113311/m1/2/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Fayette Public Library, Museum and Archives.