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FIRST IN THS SERVICE—
With men in the Army, Navy,
Marines, and Coast Guard, the fa-
vorite cigarette is Camel. (Based
on actual sales records in Post
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The aggressive wife of a meek
little man was hauling her hus-
band over the coals for having
made a fool of himself when some
friends called. He sat in dejected
silence.
“And don’t sit there,” she shout-
ed, “making fists at me in your
pockets, either.”
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“He was kicked out of school
for cheating.”
“How did it happen?”
“He was caught counting his ribs
in a physiology examination.”
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thoroughly; add egg and beat wel.
Stir in All-Bran and milk, let soak
until most of moisture is taken up.
Sift flour with salt and baking pow-
der; add to first mixture and stir only
until flour disappears. Fill greased
muffin pans two-thirds full and bake
in moderately hot oven (400° F.)
about 30 minutes. Yield: 8 large muf-
fins, 3 inches in diameter, or 12 small
muffins, 2% inches in diameter.
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"CAMEL"
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cigarette
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the natives have tires made of
elephant hide, which serves the
purpose of rubber.
In Bulgaria natives paint pictures of
their enemies on their tires so they
can be regularly splattered with
mud, as a gesture of contempt!
Cars and trucks for transporta-
tion account for 56 per cent of
the Army’s rubber requirements.
Cord tire construction, the type com-
mon today, first made rapid inroads
on the cord-woven fabric tire in
1915. Low pressure balloon tiros
made their appearance in 1924.
Cryptostegla is a new word for
the rubber lexicon. To Floridians
it is the technical name for the
Mexican morning glory, which
has been recognized as one of
the most promising rubber-pro-
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THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte
(Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan since she
Was'Seven, had been at Saint Dorothea’s
schol.for girls. She knows almost noth-
ing about her early history. Judge Jud-
son .Marshbanks, her co-guardian with
Emma . Haskell, a trained nurse who
had,'taken ‘ care of her mother, arranges
for her to leave the school, and take up
a secretarial position with the wealthy
MrB.-Porteous Porter in San Francisco.
But . first • she goes to the Marshbanks
! mansion. She dines alone with the judge
as Fran, his young wife, and his niece,
Amy, are dining out. Kelly Coates, an
artist, drops in, and Fran and Amy stop
on their way out, nodding only casually
when Cherry is introduced. It is evident
to Cherry that Coates and Fran are in-
terested in each other. As Fran and
Amy leave she hears laughing reference
to herself and her convent clothes, and
is bitter. Her surroundings are luxuri-
ous when she goes to work for Mrs. Por-
ter, but soon she finds life most mo-
notonous. Kelly, horseback riding in the
park with Fran, stops to talk with her
as she is motoring with Mrs. Porter and
later sends her a box of candy. Mrs.
Porter gives a big party for her niece,
Dorothy Page-Smith. Cherry finds Doro-
thy crying.
Now continue with the story.
Roger B. Whitman—WNU Features.
You may not be able to replace worn
or broken household equipment. This is
war. Government priorities come first.
So take care of what you have ... as
well as you possibly can. This column
by the homeowner’s friend tells you how.
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a parting second attempt at a pleas-
ant smile.
She walked to her own room,
slipped into bed and lay with nar-
rowed eyes and a bitten lower lip,
pondering. Thought, long denied,
came with a rush, and she was
drowned in the bitterness of it.
Other girls had mothers and fa-
thers and homes. And she had—she
had only the drab background of
Saint Dorothea’s and this humiliat-
ing revelation tonight!
Slow tears began to creep down
Cherry's cheeks; presently she be-
gan to sob heavily. She cried her-
self to sleep.
One morning Cherry found herself
free at noon, and determined to take
one of the long walks she loved.
She was some blocks away
from home when a low-slung,
open, disreputable car drew up
close to her on the curb and a
voice said, “Jump in.”
The world wheeled about her for
a few dizzy seconds, for it was Kelly
Coates who had spoken; he was
driving the car and beside him sat
Fran Marshbanks smothered in soft
fox skins, with a daring red hat
topped on her dark hair.
“I want Mrs. Marshbanks to come
over and have lunch with me,” the
man explained it honestly with his
wide, flashing smile, “and she won’t
come unless you do.”
“Are you free from those old
ogres for a while?” Fran asked in
her careless, fascinating, hoarse
voice.
“I’m tree until half past four.”
Cherry did not want to go and yet
was wild with eagerness to go. The
thought that he was in love with
Fran made being in Kelly’s compa-
ny exquisitely painful to her, but
she had hungered to see these per-
sons again, to be one of them, to
know what was going on, and this
golden opportunity would not come
twice.
“I’d love to,” she said, smiling
as she climbed in and wedged her-
self snubly beside Fran. The mo-
ment she did it she regretted it,
wondering through what fatuity of
complacence she had accepted the
invitation to play a third in their
affair. Why had they asked her? she
wondered.
“Mrs. Marshbanks,” Kelly said,
“once went to a movie in which a
girl visited an artist in his studio,
and everything went wrong for fifty
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First Clothes.
VES! These are clothes you can
- make of flannelette for the little
stranger yourself. We’ve kept
them very simple so that even if
you haven’t sewn much before you
can make these. Bonnet, sacque,
wrapper, sleeper and bunting are
in one size only—but that size is
big enough for a baby of any age
up to six months.
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Fran’s exquisite voice lazily.
“So she didn’t want to come home
and lunch with me,” Kelly went on.
“Perhaps I know my own weak-
ness,” Fran contributed idly.
They crossed the bridge and on
the eastern shore moved along a
wide, smooth highway for a few
miles, turned left and mounted an
earth road that wound up the hill.
Scattered cottages, hidden among
oaks and eucalyptus, faced the road
here and there. Kelly’s place was
at the head of a small tree-lined can-
yon, and consisted of a cottage of
perhaps three rooms, a large white
barn, various sheds and fences that
suggested that the place had once
been a small farm. There was an
arbor covered with young grape
vines, sheltering a long table and
two benches, young berry bushes
just in leaf, a languishing little gar-
den whose neglected rose and ge-
ranium bushes were choked with
last season’s dried grass and some
apple and apricot trees getting
ready to bloom.
Cherry was under the spell of
the peace of Kelly Coate’s place,
its simplicity, its beauty almost be-
fore she had gotten out of the car;
she had never dreamed of anything
so informal, so comfortable, so
complete.
They were all hungry; they fell
upon preparations for luncheon to-
gether. All this went on in the
small kitchen, for a bleak wind had
blown up from the south and it was
too chilly and overcast out of doors
for the arbor to be the dining room,
much to Kelly’s disappointment.
They were very much in love, Kel-
ly and Fran; Cherry could see that.
Or at least Kelly was. Perhaps
Fran was only pretending; Cherry
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One thing a soldier is afraid of
is a display of emotion. That’s
why his slang so often sounds de-
rogatory. For example, he refers
to the silver eagles on his colonel’s
shoulder straps as “buzzards.”
But when he speaks of his favorite
cigarette, he says: “Camels.”
They’re first with men in the
Army as well as with Sailors, Ma-
rines, and Coast Guardsmen. (Ac-
cording to actual sales records in
service men’s stores.) A gift of a
earton of Camels is always well
received. Local tobacco dealers
are featuring Camel cartons to
send to any member of our armed
forces. Hint for the day: Send
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ised with great confidence that she
would remove the little creature the
minute he became troublesome.
From that moment the cat was vis-
ibly the absorbing consideration of
Emma’s life.
“Did you go first to the Marsh-
banks as a nurse, Emma?” Cherry
asked idly one night. Emma looked
at her quickly, hesitated before
speaking.
“Yes,” she answered then. “I’d
taken the boys, Fred and Judson,
through tonsil operations, and then
through scarlet fever, at the hos-
pital when I was in training. The
old lady took a liking to me, and
when they’d come back from abroad
a few years later and I’d been wid-
owed, the old madame—as we used
to call Mrs. Marshbanks, though I
don’t suppose she was more than
fifty then—sent for me to take care
of the colonel. He’d been struck
down with sleeping sickness; he was
on a couch for, years. Then Miss
Louise—she was the only daughter
and had married an engineer from
Springfield—came home to have the
baby. The old lady was so pleased
about it—they both talked so much
about the grandchild. And then to
have both die—yes, that was a bad
time.
“I stayed on as a nurse and house-
keeper; I had my sister to support,
and it was a comfortable place. I
wasn’t twenty when I graduated and
came to them.”
“How’d you know my mother,
Emma? Did you meet her at the
Marshbanks’?”
Emma looked thoughtfully at her
companion.
“No; I knew her before that,” she
finally said. And then, after an-
other pause: “Your mother was my
sister Charlotte.”
Cherry stared at her. The words
did not seem to make sense.
“My mother—” she began in a
whisper, and stopped.
“Yes. Your mother was my sis- l
ter. You were named for her.
“But Emma,” Cherry said breath-
lessly, confusedly conscious of
shock and reluctance, Kyou never
told me!”
“Well, you don’t always tell chil-
dren everything,” Emma said aft-
er a moment. “You weren’t but a
little thing when your mother died.”
“I could have known that!” Cher-
ry exclaimed. A thousand bright
dreams vanished with the revela-
tion, and she felt hurt and wronged.
But amazement still had first place
in her thoughts.
“Maybe I never told you because
I didn’t think you’d be especially
pleased,” Emma said dryly. The
girl’s color came up warmly.
“It’s not that! Of course I’m—
I’m glad,” she stammered. “I’ve
never had any family, and—and of
course I’m glad!”
And, immediately, to her own
amazement, she burst into tears.
She had often imagined what her
connections might be; she had nev-
er dreamed this. Emma—so con-
tained and cold and distant—her
own aunt! Cherry pushed the table
away blindly and went to the win-
dow, and stood looking out at the
dark night, and the far city lights
that shot arrows and flashes through
her tears.
“Mother—mother never told me!”
she stammered. “I wish she had!”
Cherry looked down at her cards
with blinded eyes, and made her-
self move them here and there as
if she were playing. -She finished
her game, and said with a shaking
voice that she was tired and thought
she would go to bed. Emma still
making no comment, Cherry put
away the table and asked Emma if
there was anything more she could
do.
“No,” Emma said, “nothing.”
The girl came to the bedside,
looked down.
“Good night then,” she added in
a light, level tone, with a resolute
smile. “Would you—I would if you
liked — shall I call you Aunt
Emma?” she added hesitatingly.
Emma eyed her steadily for a
few long seconds.
“No,” I don’t know that I’d make
any change,” she said then, in the
same emotionless voice that Cherry
had used.
“Need more ice?”
“No; I’m going to listen to the
radio and then I’m going to sleep.
“Good night,” Cherry said, with.
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The hours went by; chill daylight
came into the room. She got up
jaded and weary, bathed and
brushed her thick hair and somehow
was at breakfast with Emma as
usual at eight o’clock. Emma gave
her a sharp look as if she thought
that even last night’s activities
should not have left such traces,
but she said nothing; both women
rustled the morning papers and
drank their coffee almost in silence.
The customary miracle of service
was going on in the house, was ac-
complished when Cherry walked
MShzugh the downstairs rooms at
$bafter a full, fire-warmed morn-
41908 Mrs. Porter’s apartment, the
•Eqary procedure of letters and
compliments and telephone calls.
The great house had reassumed its
aspect of luxurious mausoleum.
Cherry felt stifled. She told Emma
she did not want any lunch; she
took a long walk instead, for Mrs.
Porter, all cheerful restoration and
amazing vitality at breakfast, had
admitted in mid-morning that she
felt sleepy—not one bit tired, but
sleepy. So the machinery of the day
had been stopped. Cherry was free
until late in the afternoon.
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kaand down its narrow eucalyptus-
Med paths to the cliffs, and so
Mg by the bay shore. Right
H>ss the bay, under the arch of
Mlong red bridge, was Sausalito,
Bfd somewhere there was Kelly’s
Hudio, “Topcote.”
H Cherry sat down on a wall and
“Wtared wistfully at the hills as if her
thoughts could cross the miles, and
somehow find him and somehow let
him know how eager she was to
make her apologies. “Topcote” could
easily be reached on a long after-
noon’s walk; it would be but a short
half-dozen miles in all. Her fancy
began to play.
Some day—her next all-free day—
she would start early and walk
straight across the bridge, and when
she reached the great ramps on the
Marin County side, she would ask
someone where Spanish Farm Road
adhas, and follow it to some gate or
MMM2ze that said, “Topcote.”
2Mma, quiet and stern-faced and
Ersonal, had to concede herself
EMgNiciently like the rest of human-
K Trind to succumb to a heavy chest
' cold when changeable March weath-
er was vexing the city, and for a
few days the household was serious-
ly alarmed about her. Her old em-
ployer was ill too, and a nurse who
had often cared for Mrs. Porter was
installed in the rooms of the mis-
tress; there was a second nurse as
well to relieve the first.
For the little time that Mrs. Por-
ter needed diversion, her nurses
read to her or chatted with her and
Cherry formed the habit of spend-
I ing. the early evening hours with
H£mma, as Emma grew convales-
cent. Although the older woman
never acknowledged in words that
she liked her companion or missed
her or waited for her, Cherry grew
to enjoy these evenings, and sus-
pected that Emma did, too.
Emma was about fifty, but she
might have been any age between
thirty and seventy. Her face was
thin, narrow and marked by stern-
ness and reserve. Her graying hair
a she wore coronet fashion in tight
braids in which never a hair was
awry.
A strange, cold, repressed wom-
an, Cherry used to think, as Emma,
belted into a gray wrapper, sat back
panting against her pillows and at-
tacked the day’s bills, menus, re-
ports. Cherry brought up a lamp
hthat illumined the ceiling and sent a
■Wt light down for the invalid’s
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Plenty of Variety.
VOU’LL be tempted to make
1 dickies in several colors to
wear with this smart jacket suit.
If you do you will find that the
one suit will seem different every
time you change dickies. The
simple, comfortable lines of both
jacket and skirt are ever so be-
coming.
‘HERE are frequent complaints
- of the leaking of laundry tubs
made of slabs of concrete, soap-
stone, or something similar. These
leaks are usually in the joints. To
close them, the joints should be
opened by scraping them with the
handle end of a file, to make a
groove into which a patch can be
forced. A patch that lies only over
the surface of a joint will not be
permanent. A joint in a tub made
of concrete slabs can be closed by
packing with a mixture of one part
portland cement and three parts
clean building sand, with only
enough water for the mixture to be
plastic. Before applying, the con-
crete of the tub should be thor-
oughly soaked with water, and the
patch put in by hammering with the
flat end of a tool like a large screw-
driver. As soon as the patch hard-
ens, the tub should be filled with
water until the patch is covered and
left filled for two or three days, to
give the cement time to attain full-
est density. A leaking joint of a
soapstone tub should be cleaned out
in the same way, and then packed
with soft cotton string smeared
with white lead paste. This should
be allowed to dry for several days
until the paste has hardened.
Repainting Old Linoleum
Question: What is the best way
to repaint an old kitchen linoleum,
and what is the best type of paint
to use. The linoleum is good, but
the paint is worn off on the traffic
lanes. The present color is a com-
bination of green, black and cream.
Now I want to repaint it in a com-
bination of red and white.
Answer: Use a solvent type of
varnish and paint remover. Apply
with a brush, taking two or three
yards at a time. When the old
paint has softened, remove with fine
steel wool. Wash the area immedi-
ately with lukewarm water and a
neutral soap. Rinse well and allow
to dry. Finish the whole floor in
this way, giving it ample time to
dry. If you use one of the inflam-
mable types of remover, be sure to
extinguish the pilot light of your
range; the flame of a gas refrigera-
tor also should be put out. Have
plenty of ventilation in the room.
Before applying paint wipe the sur-
face with turpentine.
Any good floor paint or floor
enamel can be used in two coats.
A solid color shows footprints. This
can be offset by stippling; that is,
the spotting of the floor color with
paint of another tone. For a kitchen
floor, a practical combination is
medium brown for the ground color
and tan for the stippling.
Stippling is one with a sponge hav-
ing a flat surface, which can be cut
with a sharp knife. When the ground
color is dry, the stippling color is
painted on a piece of board; the
sponge is pressed on the wet paint
and then on the floor. The pattern
of the sponge thus is transferred.
The process is learned easily and is
quick in application.
Cleaning Tapestry Chair
Question: How can I clean a
tapestry-covered chair?
Answer: Use soap jelly in the form
of a stiff lather, which you can raise
by beating a quantity of soap jelly
in a bowl with an egg beater. Apply
the lather with a soft brush to a
rather small area, brushing continu-
ously and adding more lather until
the area is clean. (The lather should
not be too wet.) Then wipe off the
lather with a cloth wrung out of clean
water. Wipe dry, in the direction of
the nap. Continue in this way, be-
ing careful not to leave uncleaned
streaks. Before using this method,
apply the lather to some obscure
part of the fabric to find out whether
or not the colors are fast; if the col-
ors come off, you should use a dry-
cleaning method. Grease spots
should be taken out with a cleaning
fluid.
Books on Construction
Question: Could you recommend
a book that would be a source of in-
formation to an amateur builder?
Answer: The Manual Arts Press,
Peoria, Ill., and Theodore Audel and
Company, 49 West 23rd Street, New
York city, publish such books. I
suggest that you write to these
houses for their catalogues.
Paint in Cold Weather
Question: Does mild freezing (20
degrees at the lowest) injure paint?
Answer: I suppose you refer to
paint in cans. It will not, but do not
attempt to use paint at temperatures
below 50 degrees; it becomes very
heavy when chilled and does not
spread well.
Stained Marble Tables
Question: Three marble andek
top tables have ring marl which
were evidently caused ""by wet
glasses. These are very unsightly
and I would like to know how they
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