The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, December 20, 1951, Image 10

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vWcNl£$.'» r r - . ■ ' -V ; » 7 / r ' ' ■ 1 „ v- • ^ ... — i- Page Two THE CLINTON CHRONICLE ; ; ; / ■ . Thursday December 20, 1951 HOUSEHOLD HELPS Have oysters? ,Stuff them! Chop oysters very fine then mix them with egg yolk, thicken with bread crumbs and add a bit of cream, salt and pepper. Fill buttered shells with the mixture and brown in the oven. PUT BACON DRIPPINGS TO WORK Put those bacon drippings to work! 1. Keep drippings refrigerated for best flavor. Fbur into small jars so bottom layeri won’t become ran cid. using oldest first. 2. Try using drippings as an ex cellent seasoning for vegetables or as a basis for soup and white sauce. 3. Give extra meat flavor to scal loped dishes, soups, and creamed mixtures. • . 4. Try it for frying eggs, French toast, apple slices, and meat. 5. Use it for baking spice cakes, gingerbread, and rich cookies. Use 1-4 less than for/ other specified shortenings, sinc^f its shortening power is greater 4han other fats. S T H E highest joys of Christmas come to us from the blessing of giving, we gather our humble share by giving our service to this community and our cordial and heartfelt wishes for your happiness. May the Spirit of the Nativity go with you throughout the coming year, and may your share of joy be brightened by the acknowl edgment of our appreciation of your past favors. v AMD BEST WISHES FOR THE MEW YEAR T. C. JOHNSON CO. IMumbinff — Heating — Electric 1 lb. 3 lbs. Birdsey's Best (Vac« Can) .85 4 Brothers .73 2.13 Fairplay • .60 1.77 Coffee & Chicory .55 BIRDSEY'S FlduR 10 lbs. 2S lbs. 90 lbs. Birdsey's Best 1.00 2.35 4^0 4 Brothers .90 2.15 4.20 Money Saver .78 .1.79 348 354 discount on barrel lots 10 lbs. Corn Meal 5 lbs. Sugar % lb. Fairplay Tea 5 % s Syrup 4 lbs. Armours lard KTRDSlS FLOUR & FEED STORES / By RICHARD HILL WILKINSON lUTRS. SOTHERN was desperately * * in need oLnooney,.and so when she came across the Currier and Ives print she thought right off that it might be possible to sell the pic ture to a collector for a considerable sum. The painting was dusty and fly-specked and encased in a heavy, antiquated gold frame, buT she carried it down to the kitchen and cleaned it as best she could, and then called in Burt. “It’s been in the attic for years,” she explained. “Mother had it a long time ago. And you k^ow some Currier and Ives prints are worth | fortunes.” Burt scratched his chin and ; acrutinized the barely distinguish- 1 able signature. He nodded slowly, i “You might get something for it at j that," he said. “It’s a Currier and Ives all right, and it’s sure enough old.” “Oh, Burt, wouldn't it be wonder ful if we could! Why, it would just solve everything! ” , . j Burt grinned. “Well, there's no harm in trying. More I look at it the more I think it might bring a price, JtU y°vi whaU’U dfli J’H 9all Moe Avery. He’s a collector and he’ll buy it if it’s worth anything. So Burt went to the ’phone and called Moe Avery. “He’ll be here "Irs. Southern held her breath while he bent to study the painting. / J in an hour’s time,” he told his wife | a moment later. ‘‘We’d better not j get too optimistic though. Probably turn out to be worthless.” “Oh, Burt, you don’t think it will!” Why—why I’d be satisfied if it brought $50!” “Ought to bring that,” said Burt. “Ought to bring more! However, no use in getting optimistic.” Mrs. Sothern sighed. “Fifty dol- | lars!” she said. “Think of it. Just think of the things we could do. But there. As you say, I mustn’t get optimistic.” They talked about the prospects and possibilities, both pro and con, undergoing various sensations of t hope and fear and optimism and misgivings, until finally the door bell rang and Burt admitted Moe Avery. * nfl .«<• • N v-otf Moe was a brisk and efficient little man. He greeted them brief ly, and then produced his glasses. “How long?” he asked, “has this print been in your family?” “Oh, ever so long,” said Mrs. Sothern. “I—I've rather lost track.” “Hum,” said Moe. “You’ve been saving it?” “Yes,” said Mrs. Sothern, “we’ve been saving it.” The collector removed his glass- j es, carefully returned them to his case and put the case into his pocket. His face wore a doeful expression. He sighed heavily. “I’m afraid,” he said, “that I can’t offer you enough to make it worth your while to sell. I’m sorry.” OHE SAID, striving to keep her voice under control: “Just a minute, Mr. Avery. We do need thei money, and I’ve gone to the bother of carrying it way down stairs—” Mr. Avery hesitated. “No,” he said presently. “I can’t do it. It would be robery. Tell you what: I’ll call a collector friend of mine and send him out.” Mrs. Sothern felt a little panicky. What if the collector friend couldn’t pay them anything? After all, Mr. Avery knew them and was bound to be sympathetic. The collector friend might be merely an excuse. Mr. Avery looked from one to the other of them. “Well, all right, since you insist. But don’t, feel in sulted at my low figure. I realize what you have here, all right. Don’t mistake that. But ready cash is scarce, and it’s the best I can do.” Mrs. Sothern had visions of $3. even $2. The suspense was making her nervous. She said: “Well, what is your offer, Mr. Avery?” The collector took a deep breath. “O.K. Now, remember and don’t throw me out. It’s a rare print,— we all know that—but the best I can offer right now is $1300. “Thirteen hun—” Burt tried to catch his wife before she hit the floor. But he missed. She was con scious again when the doctor ar rived. , “She’ll be all right,” the doc said “in a few minutes. Must have got a slight shock. . . . Weil, I’ll be run ning along. Merry Christinas.” “Thanks,” said Burt. “Yeah, Merry Christmas, Yeah, Merry Christmas .... Yow! MERRY CHRISTMAS! You bet!” % Greenwood Coca-Cola Bottling Company We like to think of our customers OS QUf. friends. As on expression of our genulQfl f oppreciotion of these friendship* or>d 6If tt)Qt . I *5 < they, hove meant to us, we with you atf $0(8, whom you love, 9 joyful Chriftmot /* { J. C. THOMAS, Jeweler t a “It's Time That Counts"